by Nicole S
I could just slip them through his mail slot...But
then the Director would get mad, and I really don't need her mad at me. Mac
closed his eyes and knocked on the door before opening them again. Vic
answered after a few seconds, wearing a baggy, blue sweater and jeans.
"Hey,
Mac, what's up?"
"The Director sent me over here to give you these disks."
He held a package out to Victor.
"Come in." Vic stepped aside to allow Mac
to pass by.
"It's not really necessary..." Mac's voice trailed off as he
stepped through the door against his better judgment. He had been avoiding the
other agent since that incident in the small cabin in the woods. He didn't
know what to make of what happened, other than they were under extreme stress
and needed to relieve some of it. He had been having dreams and thinking of
the other agent since that incident, erotic dreams, dreams that left him in a
sticky mess in the morning. The more he tried not to think about Victor
pressed naked up against his own body, the more he did think about it.
"Do
you want a beer or something?" Vic asked, breaking him out of his
trance.
"No, I should be...I can't..." Mac furrowed his brow and sighed.
I shouldn't have come in here.
Vic breathed in and out quickly, "Mac, I'm
glad you're here, actually, I've been thinking, we need to talk."
Mac looked
up, surprised, "No, we don't, really. There's nothing to say."
"Then why did
you come here?"
"I told you, the Director sent me over with the, uh, disks
and you don't want to piss her off, or she'll, you know, show up at your
house."
"She could have given them to me tomorrow."
"Vic, she caught me as
I was leaving today and made me promise I'd give you these disks; that's the
only reason why I'm here."
"We still need to talk."
"There's nothing to
talk about."
"Mac, you came on my leg, that's something to talk about."
"It
was more like your stomach, and...wait...it's...I...ugh!" Mac grimaced in
frustration, sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands.
"C'mon,
Ramsey, out with it. You've been thinking about what happened as much as I
have."
"What, that you seduced me into doing something I didn't want to
do?"
"Excuse me? Seduced you? I was merely doing my job, making sure you
didn't die of hypothermia. You made all the first moves, Mac, and I seem to
recall you wanting it very badly. We both wanted it, both wanted each
other."
Mac looked up at him, "You stripped me naked then got in bed with me,
and you expected me to just lie there? You were writhing up against me."
"I
was not." Vic laughed, "You're really bent out of shape with this, aren't you?
Is it because we're both men?"
"Yes, I am! No, that has nothing to do with
it...I'm...it's...I love LiAnn!'
Vic snorted, "Yeah, well she doesn't love
you, get over it."
Mac opened and closed his mouth, "Well, she doesn't love
you, either!"
"I know that; it's over."
Mac could only offer a snort. He
sat back and folded his arms across his chest, "If you're still offering that
drink, I think I need one right now."
Vic smirked and rose to get them both a
beer out of the fridge. He knew Mac would come after him sooner or later. He
saw how the younger agent had been avoiding him lately, proof that he was
thinking about him. Vic didn't mind; in fact, he was happy he came over; now
he just had to convince him to stay throughout the night. Unfortunately, with
Mac, you had to wait for him to come to you; any pushing or prodding and he'd
be out the door. While Mac certainly annoyed him sometimes with his attitude,
he wanted his body very badly. He went back out to the living room and handed
Mac his beer before sitting down at the opposite end of the couch from
him.
Mac took a sip of the cold beer before speaking, "Look, Vic, you're
right. I have been thinking about what happened, and I think we should just
forget about it and go back to the way things were."
Vic took a sip of his
beer and put it down on the coffee table, "Fine with me."
Mac opened and
closed his mouth again, his lips forming a pout. "Good, I'm...I'm glad we're
straight on this. I don't want anyone getting any wrong ideas."
"Nope, no
ideas whatsoever."
They sat there, listening to Vic's stereo, the ever
present Blues music filling the room. Mac could feel himself even getting into
it, the slow, driving beats, the harmonica and guitar complementing each other.
"This music isn't all that bad, Mansfield."
"It's way better than that noise
you listen to. This has a heart and a soul. You can find a piece of yourself
in every Blues song."
Mac shrugged and took another sip of his beer.
"I'm
serious, there's always a song that relates to what you're thinking and what
you're doing. That's how I get through life; I relate what I do to the music I
listen to, like a soundtrack. The Blues is a feeling, deep down in the pit of
your stomach; you don't just listen to the music and the words; you feel them
in your soul."
"Vic, I think you're interpreting things a little too much
here. You should really get out more."
"That's what it's all about, Mac,
interpretation. It's up to you to feel good or bad. Here, this song here can
relate to your life in so many ways. Listen to the words, feel the music,
Mac."
Vic got up and went over to the stereo where he turned up the volume.
A slow, slow song came on, the harmonica and guitar dueling for dominance, one
strong before fading and letting the other take the lead. The brushes hitting
the snare provided a beat that was slower than molasses. The bass was low and
brooding, as if someone were coaxing the music out of it.
"Oh, baby...look
how you got me standin' 'round cryin'"
Mac looked up, surprised to find Vic
singing along with the song; he had quite a good voice.
"Oh, baby...look how
you got me standin' 'round cryin'. Well, I know you don't love me, baby, but
you're always resting on my mind."
Mac licked his lower lip. Vic had his
eyes closed as he sang along with the sultry song. He had a look of pure bliss
on his face, as if the music flowed through him.
Vic opened his eyes and
looked at his partner, "See, those words could mean anything about anybody. A
lost love, a lost friendship, a one-night stand." He came over and sat in the
corner of the couch opposite Mac again. "Do you see what I mean?"
"I guess
so."
Mac took another sip of his beer. This music was quite sexy.
"It...it
grabs you and reels you in. Listen to this guy play the harmonica; you can
hear his heart breaking with every note. You can hear the passion, the
longing; you know that he's alone with no one to love him."
"Vic, I think
you're taking this a little too seriously."
"No, I'm not, it's a part of me,
just as your annoying behaviour is a part of you."
"Hmph, is that supposed to
be a compliment or an insult?"
Vic laughed, "I'm not really sure."
They
both laughed together, something they rarely did. The song was ending, Vic
singing the last chorus. He looked in Mac's eyes as the last words rolled off
his tongue, "Well, when I was lovin' you baby...you was sweet as an apple on
the tree."
Mac nearly choked as he saw Vic smirk and pick up his beer. The
next song came on, as sultry and sexy as the previous one, the heavy bass
sending shivers up Mac's spine. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly,
sneaking a glance at Vic who was sprawled in the corner of the couch, his eyes
closed, engrossed in the music again. Was Vic trying to be friendly, or was he
trying to get in his pants? He had been thinking about Vic constantly since
the cabin in the woods. He had known that once he stepped through that door,
he would want him. Mac sighed and leaned back against the cushions on the
couch, listened to the music, and tried to quell the stirring in his
pants.
"I am a simple man, looking for a handout, how can you resist such a
simple plea? Ever since you left, ever since the fallout, I've been stuck in
here, seeking some relief, thought I'd take a chance, thought I'd send a call
out, not that you would care, but you see, now I sit around filling the blank
time..." Vic was right, these words mean something if you want them to.
He felt a presence near him and opened his eyes; Vic was hovering over
him.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, just...listening."
"Hmmm."
Vic sat closer to
him now, their thighs not quite touching. Mac closed his eyes again.
"Being
on my own was never my intention, how do things like this seem to happen to me?
Was it something that I said, or forgot to mention..." Mac sighed. That's
definitely me. I had a family, a good life, thought I was going to have a new
life, but it all got screwed up and now I'm on my own. LiAnn doesn't love me
anymore... He sighed again. Now I can see why they call this the
"Blues".
Suddenly there were lips pressed against his own. Mac opened his
eyes and saw Vic's face before his, and he jerked back.
Vic sank back to the
other end of the couch, "I'm...I'm sorry."
"No, I...I'm just surprised. I
mean, I think...I want...I..."
Vic looked over at Mac, "You want it
too?"
"I've been thinking about...things." He took a deep breath, "And you
know, if you know, you want to...you know...then I'm, well, I'm not going to
say no."
"Geez, spit it out, Ramsey," Vic laughed.
Mac leaned over and
kissed Vic, his hand running up to cup the back of his head. He could taste
the beer on Vic's breath, his lips soft like rose petals. Hungrily, he kissed
his partner, his tongue granted entrance to the moist interior. He explored
Vic's mouth with his tongue, running it up over his perfect white teeth and up
to his soft palate. His mouth moved down to Vic's neck, kissing and sucking on
the skin, careful not to leave any marks. Lower he went until he was at the
neckline of the blue sweater, where he lingered at a spot for awhile before
moving back up to his partner's mouth.
Vic leaned back against the cushions,
Mac making himself comfortable, stretched out on top of him, nestled between
his legs. They kissed slowly, each savoring the taste of each other's mouths.
The intensity of their kisses built with each breath, each man's hands roaming
the other's body. A long time passed, and the CD ended but started again to
that slow song Vic had sung to Mac earlier.
Vic broke free, his lips tingling
from their kisses. "Stand up, Mac. Dance with me."
Both men stood. Mac
didn't know what to say, or do; he had never danced with a man before.
Vic
brought his hands around Mac's waist and swayed his hips in time with the
music. He nibbled on the other agent's ear, his hands wandering up and down
his back, reaching down to cup his ass. Mac put his arms around his
neck.
Mac swung his hips in time with Vic's, mimicking his movements. The
music and the movements, not to mention Vic sucking on his earlobe, raised his
blood pressure, specifically in his cock. He gasped as Vic's hands ran up his
front, under his shirt to tweak a nipple.
"Oh baby, look how you got me
standin' round cryin." He could feel Vic's voice rumble against his throat as
wet lips kissed and licked their way down. Soon his shirt was off, Vic's
fingers caressing his abs and moving up to play with his nipples again. Vic's
tongue lapped at one of his hard buds while his hand pinched and stroked the
other. Their hips never ceased movement, grinding into each other's groin,
their bulges pressing against each other.
"Well I know you don't love me
baby, but you're always resting on my mind." Vic's mouth moved up to linger at
Mac's collarbone, marking him. The music, the taste of Mac on his tongue, it
was almost too much to bear. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, and he could
feel the pre-cum seep on to the fabric of his underwear.
Mac removed Vic's
sweater; now it was his turn to feel the smooth flesh and the hair that covered
it. His mouth moved down to one of the flat, brown nipples, sucking on it,
licking it with his tongue.
Vic continued to serenade his lover, his voice
low and sexy. He arched into Mac's touch as his tongue trailed back up to his
neck, then down to his belly. His heart was pounding, competing with the
rhythm of the music.
"Oh baby, you ain't nothin' like you used to be." Vic
moaned as Mac undid his jeans, his hand dipping inside to stroke his hardness.
He put his hand on Mac's head as his cock was freed from the confines of his
underwear. A kiss was placed on the tip.
Victor was quivering as the last
strains of the song left his lips in a whisper, "Well when I was lovin' you
baby, you was sweet as an apple on a tree". He sucked in his breath as Mac
took his cock in his mouth and started to lick the head and down. He
swallowed, finding his mouth dry, almost giving in to the sensation of Mac's
huge lips on his cock. He gathered his wits and realized he wanted to come
while doing something different.
"Mac...Mac..."
Mac lifted his head,
"What?"
"Let's..." Vic cleared his throat. "Let's go to the bedroom."
Mac
stood then followed Victor into the dark room. "There's no light," Vic said,
"I shot it out again yesterday." Mac grinned; he knew what he was talking
about; those damn cameras were very annoying.
"Come here," Vic whispered, his
voice low and sexy. He grabbed the other agent and took him in his arms,
kissing him again slowly. His hands moved down to undo the belt and fastenings
to the trousers Mac wore. Swiftly, he undid them and removed them from Mac's
body. He also removed his own open jeans, leaving both men naked before each
other.
They sat on the bed, kissing each other, caressing each other, making
each other moan in anticipation. "I want to make love to you, Mac Ramsey. I
want to make love to you over and over and over again."
"Gee, Vic, tell me
how you really feel."
Vic smirked, a wise-ass until the bitter end. He
pushed Mac down on his back and straddled him, sucking and nipping down his
body, lingering at his nipples to tease them relentlessly.
Mac arched off the
bed, a loud moan escaping his lips. He hadn't had a man in a long time, not
since...well since Vic in that small cabin, but that wasn't officially sex,
there was no penetration. Ramsey, shut up and concentrate on what Vic's
doing to you. He heeded his own advice, moaning again as Vic grabbed onto
his cock.
Vic breathed in Mac's scent, musky, spicy, salty; he tasted the
same way. Slowly, he ran his tongue in circles around Mac's navel, wetting the
hairs around it with his saliva, pushing lower with every circle to the tuft of
curls below. Soon, he was kissing and licking up Mac's rather impressive
erection, sucking at the top, teasing the slit with his tongue. His hand went
down to stroke the fuzzy sac underneath, squeezing gently as he lapped up the
spot of pre-cum that had formed on the top of Mac's cock.
All coherent
thought left Mac's mind for a moment as he felt Vic's lips come around his
cock. This was just like his dream, but this was very, very real. He reached
down and stroked Vic's soft hair, tracing around his ears with his fingers.
Suddenly, the mouth was gone, and Mac looked down at his partner
lover?.
"I want us to come together, Mac. How does that sound to you?"
Vic's voice was like a growl and a whisper rolled into one.
"That sounds just
fine to me."
Vic came up to kiss Mac, thrusting his tongue deep down the
other man's throat, forcing him to taste himself. He grinned down at Mac
before reaching over to the nightstand for lube and a condom. Settling between
Mac's legs again, he coated two fingers and started to prepare him.
Mac bent
his knees and spread his legs wide, giving the other agent full access to him.
He felt one finger tease his opening then push inside. Then Vic's lips and
tongue were on his balls, sucking and licking at the fragile skin. Mac closed
his eyes and swallowed, concentrating on the sensations that were going to
overwhelm him any second.
Vic sucked on Mac's balls while he entered a second
finger into him, stretching the opening with need and almost near urgency. He
wanted this so badly he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. Finally, he
brought his mouth off of Mac's balls and placed his legs over his shoulders.
He tore the condom package open with his teeth and began rolling it down over
his erection.
"Do you...I mean, you don't have to..."
"I think we
should."
Mac only nodded; it didn't matter to him in the least bit, just as
long as Vic fucked him as soon as possible. He felt the head of Vic's cock
stretch him as he slowly pushed against the tight ring of muscle. He pushed
his head back into the mattress, the pleasure and pain ripping through his
body, sending every nerve ending in his body into a frenzy. He was panting as
Vic stopped to lean forward to capture a lingering kiss.
Vic stopped pushing
into Mac; he was so tight, so hot, he was going to lose it any minute. He
broke away from the kiss and put his head on Mac's chest, hearing his heart
pound underneath the skin and muscle.
"Just...just a minute, Mac."
Mac bit
his lower lip in frustration; he could feel the head of Vic's cock in him, he
wanted the rest in there so badly. Finally, an eternity later, Vic sat up and
started thrusting gently into him again, each push sending him deeper and
deeper. Mac twisted the sheets in his hands and moaned; he now knew what Vic
meant; he wasn't sure he could hold on that long either.
"This isn't going to
last long, Mac. It's going to be fast and furious. We'll take the next one
slow."
"Shut up and fuck me, Mansfield!"
Vic smirked before he started to
thrust, hard and with need. They both wanted to come so badly, he was going to
make sure they did. He wrapped a hand around Mac's cock and jacked him as he
thrust, biting on his lip, hoping the pain wouldn't let him come too soon.
Unfortunately it didn't work, and a minute later, he let out a cry and milked
his cock of all his cream.
Mac was not far behind; hearing Vic cry out sent
him hurtling over the edge, his fluid spattering them both as he came. Victor
was still kneeling, embedded in him, shudders going through his body. He
collapsed to the side, pulling out of Mac, both men just lying there for a
couple of minutes to catch their breath.
Vic got up and went to the bathroom,
coming back a minute later with a warm, damp cloth to clean up Mac. He wiped
the cum off of his chest, then tossed the cloth to the side before snuggling up
to the former thief. He kissed his damp chest and let out a big sigh, basking
in the afterglow.
Mac held Vic close to his chest. His body was tingling all
over; he hadn't come like that in a long time. Sleep was coming on; his eyes
were closing. He felt himself drift off, but not before he heard Vic whisper,
"You're still sweet as an apple on a tree."
ac
Ramsey stood outside Vic Mansfield's apartment door, debating for the tenth
time if he should knock on the door or not. The Director had sent him over
here with some computer disks for Vic, that had information regarding the case
they were assigned to.
