by Mrs Fish
A yawn interrupted his introspection, and he was
forced to acknowledge his body's need for sleep... and
the need to pee. How many beers had he slugged down at
that bar? Victor shook his head. It didn't matter.
He'd show her. Prove to her that she'd made a mistake
by breaking off their engagement. But not tonight.
He stood and stretched sinuously, then began stripping
off his clothes; carelessly dropping them as he headed
for the shower to wash away the last traces of his
former fiancÈe.
He was always amazed at the almost magical
rejuvenating properties hot water and soap had on the
human body. Victor stepped into the bedroom, toweling
himself dry as he did, and suddenly froze in his
tracks. Lying across his pillow was a single,
long-stemmed white rose bud.
"Mac..." The name was whispered, almost reverently, as
the flower was removed from the bed and gently stroked
against Victor's cheek. He inhaled its fragrance,
closing his eyes to picture the other man, and
shuddered as goose bumps erupted over his skin.
"Are you all right?"
Victor's eyes snapped open, and he felt himself blush
clear down to his toes. The rose slipped from his
fingers as he turned, unable to meet the younger man's
gaze.
"Why do you care?" Words steeled with a harshness he
didn't actually feel, but necessary to keep his true
emotions hidden.
Mac's footfalls were barely discernible as he moved
across the thick carpet of the bedroom to stand behind
the older man. He crouched down to retrieve the rose,
then looked up, a wicked grin crossing his features.
"I care, Vic. I care about you very much." He stood
slowly, tracing the inside of Victor's shin and thigh
with the flower as he did. Mac pulled the towel away,
ignoring the gasp from the other man, and caressed the
white globes of flesh before him with the rose's soft
petals.
"Please... oh, Jesus, Mac please..." Victor grabbed
the younger man's hand and pulled it down to his
erection, already leaking pre-ejaculate.
"Looks like you've got a problem there, buddy. Let's
see what I can do about it." Mac maneuvered them to
the bed, pressing Victor into the thick comforter as
they fell together.
They kissed for the first time—a hard, possessive
kiss that left them both panting. Mac bent and
reclaimed Victor's mouth, his tongue demanding,
unyielding until allowed entrance into the moist
wetness. Their tongues dueled, alternately sucking and
being sucked, before oxygen deprivation forced them
apart.
Mac pulled away and began trailing kisses down
Victor's neck. He nipped the soft skin with his teeth,
then laved each bite with his tongue to soothe the
sting.
Victor moaned and arched against the younger man.
"Mac... want... want to feel you." He tugged at Mac's
black T-shirt until strong hands grabbed his, stilling
them.
"Easy... Let me do that." Mac sat up and pulled his
T-shirt up and over his head before tossing it on the
floor. Boots, pants, socks and underwear quickly
followed suit. "Now, where were we?" He eyed the older
man hungrily. "Oh, yea... I remember."
Mac pounced, quickly covering Victor's body and
aligning their groins together. After a few jerky
movements, they found a rhythm and began rubbing
together. Victor grabbed Mac's ass, pulling him closer
to increase the friction.
"That's it, Vic. C'mon... don't hold back. Cum for me,
baby. Show me how good it feels."
"Mac... I... oh..." He felt the familiar tightness in
his balls, then bright lights exploded behind his eyes
as he was overwhelmed by a mind-shattering orgasm.
The last thing Victor remembered was Mac screaming his
name as the younger man came, then everything faded to
black.
Victor opened his eyes slowly, squinting as bright
sunlight filtered through the curtains. He glanced at
the alarm, doing a double take when he saw it was
after one o'clock. The covers were thrown aside and he
reluctantly got up, making his way to the bathroom.
He splashed cold water on his face, and looked at
himself in the mirror. His neck was covered with tiny
red marks, and he smiled as he remembered how they got
there. Victor moved back into the bedroom, but found
he was quite alone.
"Mac... Mac, are you still here?" He grabbed his robe
and threw it on before going into the living room. A
quick search of the apartment confirmed that the
younger man was, indeed, gone and Victor sighed and
flopped onto the sofa.
"I probably dreamt the whole damn thing and made the
marks myself. Must have been drunker than I thought."
A loud knock on the front door stopped his train of
thought, and he moved to answer it.
"Victor Mansfield?"
"That's me."
"Delivery for you, sir. Where would you like them?"
Victor's mouth dropped open as he saw the cart holding
at least six dozen white roses. "Ummm... put them
anywhere."
The delivery man placed the vases around the
apartment, then turned to Victor. "If you'll just sign
here, please."
Victor signed, then patted his pocket. "Hang on, let
me get you a tip."
"That's not necessary, sir. It's already taken care
of. Here you are... Enjoy." He handed Victor a card as
he walked out the door.
Victor returned to the sofa, opened the envelope, and
read:
Vic,
Sorry I couldn't be there to wake you up properly this
morning.
I know flowers aren't the best gift, but I wanted you
to know that what happened between us last night
wasn't just a one time thing. And if you'll let me,
I'd like to show you how much I really do care.
Be ready at eight. Dinner and dancing on me. Clothes
optional.
Love,
Mac
Victor grinned from ear to ear. This was definitely
the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
The end.
ictor Mansfield moved slowly through the rooms of his
apartment checking drawers, shelves, cabinets, and
closets. Finally accepting the truth, he dropped into
a chair, rested elbows on knees and buried his face in
his hands. There was nothing... nothing to indicate
that Li Ann had ever lived here... loved here. He
could feel nothing of her presence... the essence that
had made these rooms more than just a shell of
sheetrock, glass, and fabrics. It was gone... along
with Li Ann and her possessions.
"Oh, God..." Victor's skin tingled with excitement as
the younger man continued his seduction. Fire trailed
along his nerve endings as the flower moved up his
spine, over his shoulder, and down his right arm.
Mac pulled the other man against him, exploring the
firm plains of Victor's chest with his hands. His
fingertips alternately rubbed the right then left
nipple, teasing them into hard peaks, only to move
away at the older man's strangled moan.
