by Lianne Burwell
Victor rolled his eyes at his partner. "You mean that I am going to
practice,"
he said.
The safe was the cliched type that you saw in the movies, made of heavy,
dark
grey colored metal. It sat on top of the solid wood table that took up a large
part of the kitchen in the country cottage that they had recently moved
into.
A little over six months ago, Victor Mansfield and Mac Ramsey had landed in
Paris
and had become Richard Thornton and Matthew Blake. They had avoided using
their
cash stock for as long as possible, since they didn't know how long it would
have
to last. Instead they had worked first as bouncers, then as bodyguards.
After a
couple of lucky breaks, they had been well on their way to establishing
themselves as security experts. However Mac still had plans for them as
Robin
Hood-style thieves, targeting the crooks and exposing their crimes. But to do
that, first he had to train Victor in all the skills that a top thief needed.
"No," Mac responded. "I mean we. Skills get stale if you don't use them.
Electronic safe-crocking equipment is all fine and well, but a lot of people
still have the mechanical type, and you need to know how to do this on your
own."
Victor frowned, something occurring to him. "How do we both practice on the
same
safe? After all, as soon as one of us succeeds, we both know the
combination."
Mac grinned, making Victor nervous. A grinning Mac was always up to
something.
"Simple, you don't pay attention to the numbers."
"And how do you stop from looking at the dials?" he asked in a slightly
sarcastic
tone of voice.
Mac didn't say anything. He just pulled a long stream of black silk from his
back
pocket. Victor glared at the glistening fabric. "You have got to be joking."
Mac stepped up behind Victor and gently wrapped the black silk around his
eyes,
folding it over itself several times. Victor blinked, but not even a glimmer of
light made it through the layers of fabric.
"Too tight?" Victor jumped at the sudden question, then shook his head. "Can
you
see anything?"
"No, I can't see anything," Victor said, exasperation coloring his voice. "So
how
the hell do you expect me to crack a safe?"
"By touch, of course," Mac's voice said, right at his ear. "What did you think?
That the dial would light up every time you got the right number? You turn
the
dial very slowly, using just your fingertips. With the right touch, you can feel
the vibration as the tumblers fall into place. Now try."
Victor shook his head. This was ridiculous, but if he didn't try, he'd never
hear the end of it from his partner. He fumbled for a moment, trying to find
the
safe's dial. Locating it, he started to turn the dial slowly.
"No, Vic! You're gripping it too tightly. You want to be just barely touching it,
so that you can feel every vibration."
Victor sighed. "Shouldn't I be using a stethoscope or something? Listening
for
the tumblers?"
Mac laughed. "You can do it that way, but you still need to learn to do it by
touch. You don't always get to carry equipment with you, you know. Now, try
again. And remember... gently."
Victor sighed and shook his head. Then he tried again.
An hour later, Victor was almost snarling from frustration. No matter how
hard he
tried he hadn't been able to get even one tumbler to fall into place. In a
way
it would have been better if Mac were making fun of his failure. Instead, his
partner was all too sympathetic.
He slumped back in his chair, sweating from the effort. He didn't bother
removing
the blindfold. "This is ridiculous. I'm never going to get it," he griped. Mac
massaged his shoulders, easing some of the strain.
"Sure you will," the young man in a soothing tone of voice. "You're just trying
too hard. You need to develop a more delicate touch."
"Delicate?" Victor said, finally reaching the breaking point. "I'll show you
delicate."
He spun in his chair, too fast for Mac to get away, and grabbed the young
man by
the hips. With a twist, he had Mac perched on the edge of the table, leaning
against the still tightly locked safe.
"So you want delicate, do you?" Victor murmured, reaching forward. He ran
one
fingertip down the fly of Mac's pants, barely touching the fabric, then back
up.
Mac didn't make a noise, but Victor could feel the swelling beneath his finger.
Just to 'see' what the reaction would be, he repeated the move several more
times. On each pass, the swelling grew. Mac's breathing was getting a little
faster and a little louder. Victor decided to move a little further south. Now
he
was using the pad of his finger to trace tiny paths over Mac's cloth covered
balls. But a delicate touch was difficult when working through multiple layers
of
cloth, so Victor moved to deal with the problem.
A tactile examination of Mac's fly revealed that it was a button fly,
something
that the young man seemed to prefer. Maybe he didn't like the feel of a
metal
zipper when he went commando, which he did a lot. Victor figured that Mac
did it
just to drive him insane. Walking around a fancy dress event trying to
concentrate on a bodyguarding job when he knew that Mac wasn't wearing
any
underwear was guaranteed to get a 'rise' out of him.
"Well, this is one case where a delicate touch isn't a help getting the 'safe'
open," he said. Slowly, one button at a time, he popped the fly open. Each
touch
got a hiss or a gasp from the young man. Victor grinned and dragged it out
as
long as possible.
Finally, Mac seemed to decide that he was tired of waiting. He pulled away
from
the table and Victor could hear the sound of clothing being quickly removed
and
dropped to the ground. Mac was such a clothes horse that it was rare for
him not
to take the time hang the clothes over something to prevent wrinkles. The
fact
that he didn't this time indicated how worked up he was already.
Then, without a word, Mac hopped back into place on the edge of the table in
front of Victor. Victor reached out a hand, the heat guiding his fingers to
Mac's
half-hard cock, and it gave a definite twitch as Victor's fingertip examined it.
"Oh, yeah," he murmured. "Now this definitely needs a delicate touch."
Victor ran his fingertips over the entire surface of Mac's cock, mapping out
ever
vein running over its surface. It was interesting, he realized. When he was
looking at it he had never noticed that little knot of veins near the base. With
his eyes covered, concentrating entirely on his sense of touch, he was more
focused.
Victor rubbed the pad of his thumb over the head of the cock, enjoying the
strangled moan that the move caused. It was time to up the ante, so to
speak.
"Maybe I should try that safe again," he said with a grin, pulling away.
"Viiic!" was the immediate response, along with a grab to keep him where he
was.
Confident that he had his partner's full attention, Victor reached out again.
Using his hand's position to guide him, he bent his head closer until the scent
of his lover was overpowering. He stuck out his tongue and moved forward a
bit
more until it came into contact with the head. Victor hummed in pleasure at
the
familiar and very welcome flavor that said 'Mac' to him. Still humming to
himself, he devoted himself to this new task that he had set himself.
Every square millimeter of Mac's erection was carefully examined, this time
by
tongue, until it was slick with saliva. By this time Mac had moved from moans
to
strangled whimpers, so Victor finally decided to take pity on the man.
Opening
his mouth wide, he swallowed Mac to the root.
Long practice allowed him to flex his throat muscles in a way that gave Mac's
erection a massage so stimulating that the young man was quickly thrusting
upwards. Victor grinned, as best he could around his mouthful, and slipped a
finger down, petting Mac's balls as it went past. He tickled the sensitive flesh
behind the balls, then moved further back to rub at Mac's anus.
That was something guaranteed to set Mac off. Mac thrust, gasping, and
Victor was
drinking fast to keep from losing a drop. Once Mac settled down, he release
the
now-soft flesh. A couple licks cleaned it off, making Mac whimper again, then
Victor settled back in his seat grinning in a very self-satisfied way.
After a few minutes, Mac had gotten his breathing back under control. He
took
Victor's mouth in a soul-stealing kiss, then pulled back fractionally.
"And what about you, hmmm?" he asked, reaching down to cup Victor's
neglected
erection in one hand. Victor groaned as the heat from Mac's hand bled
through the
fabric of his pants. "What can we do for you?"
"I'm... sure you'll... think of something," he gasped.
Mac hopped off the table and pulled Victor to his feet. Still blindfolded, Victor
let his lover lead him from the room, towards the bedroom.
"Oh, I'm sure I will," came the throaty response.
THE END
his is the most popular brand of mechanical safe on the market," Mac said
with
a flourish. "Today we are going to practice cracking it."
A week later, Victor finally got the safe open. Inside, he found a bottle of
lube
and a package of wildly flavored and colored condoms, which he promptly put
to
good use. That was so Mac.
