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Weekend Getaway
by Lianne Burwell
October 1998
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"So, what do you think?"

"It's certainly... rustic."

Lundy snorted at the expression on LaFiamma's face, as he looked around 
the cabin. "Don't be such a city boy. C'mon. Drop your stuff and I'll 
show you 'round."

Actually, the tour of the cabin was very short. There wasn't a lot to 
show, when the building only had one room. Cupboards and counters along 
one wall - where he dropped the coleman stove and cooler - served as the 
kitchen. Several sets of bunkbeds at the opposite end of the room served 
for the sleeping area.

LaFiamma dropped his bag on a lower bunk, still managing to look like he 
was dressed for business, even in a pair of designer jeans and flannel 
shirt. He probably paid more for them than Lundy ever would for weekend 
clothes.

"Where's the bathroom?" he asked, looking around the room.

"Outhouse is behind the building," Lundy said, watching to see what the 
reaction would be. It was worth it.

"Outhouse? You mean I gotta go stumbling around outside in the middle of 
the night if I gotta take a leak? Lundy, just how did I let you talk me 
into this?"

"Because you love me, that's how." Lundy wrapped his arms around his dark-
haired partner and kissed him until he started to relax again. Almost 
from the second that LaFiamma had landed in Houston, they had butted 
heads like a pair of competing bulls. Even after they had become friends, 
they had still been at odds half the time. Then Lundy had discovered - in 
an impulse moment - that kissing LaFiamma was the best way to shut him up. 
Also made him a lot easier to convince of something. Didn't hurt that 
LaFiamma was one hell of a kisser.

Then, of course, kissing had led to... other things, even more fun.

"Yeah, I suppose," LaFiamma said, a shy smile back in place when Lundy 
pulled away.

"Besides, we only have the weekend off, and there wasn't time to go too 
far from town. Also, I used to come up here a lot, when I was a kid, and 
I wanted to see how the place was holding up. Now, C'mon. It's getting 
late, so we might as well have something to eat before we go to sleep."

Dinner was simple. Cold cuts with mustard on rye and potato salad from 
the cooler they'd brought. One beer each. Both of them were too tired for 
anything more. They'd been on twenty-four hour call for the last few 
weeks, during the Gaspard operation, and the strain was showing. That's 
why Joanne had given them the weekend off, and rather pointedly suggested 
that they get the hell out of town. In a flash of inspiration, Lundy had 
suggested the cabin that his grandparents had brought him to when he was 
a kid. LaFiamma had agreed, although Lundy was sure that he'd expected 
something a little more... modern.

The remains of dinner were cleaned up, and Lundy showed his partner how 
to pump the water for washing. LaFiamma had made the expected horrified 
noises at finding out there was no running water, just an old manual 
pump, that you had to crank a handle up and down to get water from the 
well. Lundy had just grinned.

And then bed. The bunks didn't have mattresses, and they were kind of 
narrow. Lundy climbed into his sleeping bag, and watched as LaFiamma 
stripped and climbed into another, over on one of the other bunks. He 
closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths of the rapidly cooling 
night air, refreshingly free of the usual city pollution that plagued 
Houston.

"Lundy?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm cold."

Lundy smiled. "It's not *that* cold."

Silence. "I'm lonely."

Lundy's smile turned to a grin. "Well, get over here, then."

"There's not enough room for two."

"Sure there is. You just need to cuddle real close."

Silence. Then he heard the other sleeping bag unzip, and soft footsteps 
cross the short distance between bunks. Lundy unzipped his own bag, which 
he'd made sure was wider than normal, and squeezed over to let his 
partner in.

In took a few minutes of maneuvering into a comfortable position, but 
they finally ended up spooned together, Lundy wrapped around LaFiamma, 
with a few bare inches to spare on the bunk. He buried his face in the 
other man's neck, breathing the scent of the cologne that LaFiamma 
favored, and felt a chuckle run through him.

"You were planning on this, weren't you."

"Go to sleep, LaFiamma."

So they did.

* * * * *

Lundy woke late, the next morning. For a moment, he was confused. His bed 
felt harder than usual, and shouldn't he have been up to feed Fooler?

Then he remembered. Weekend off. The cabin. A neighbor was looking after 
the horse for him until he got home.

But he seemed to remember having someone else in the bunk with him, and 
he was alone now. Then he heard humming, and smelled delicious aromas in 
the air. He cracked his eyes open, and propped himself up on one elbow.

LaFiamma was across the room, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He was 
swaying in front of the coleman stove, which he had obviously figured 
out, humming some song that Lundy didn't recognize. They might get along 
better now, but their taste in music was still *very* different.

"Smells good," he commented, and LaFiamma spun around, breaking into a 
blinding smile.

"About time you woke up. Breakfast is just about ready."

Lundy pulled himself out of the sleeping bag, and headed for the door. He 
paused long enough to kiss his partner, but when LaFiamma made a face he 
decided he better clean up before he tried anything else.

He used the outhouse, then pumped enough water to brush his teeth and do 
a quick wash. He ran a hand over his stubbled chin, but decided that 
breakfast sounded a lot more interesting than shaving. Hell, maybe he'd 
skip the shaving for the weekend, as long as Joe didn't complain *too* 
much.

Back inside, LaFiamma was just serving breakfast onto plates. Actually, 
Lundy thought, squinting at the sun's position, it was a little closer to 
lunchtime than breakfast. He took a bite of the omelet, and closed his 
eyes in silent appreciation. Lundy was a perfectly good cook, but 
LaFiamma was *great*, even if he refused to try making barbecue anything. 
Lundy had even learned to appreciate pasta in what had to be a hundred 
different forms.

Then he opened his eyes, and started wolfing it down. He was *hungry*.

He looked up to see LaFiamma watching him with a smug expression. "Well, 
you're certainly looking a little happier with things this morning."

"Well..." LaFiamma said, eating his breakfast at a slightly more sedate 
pace. "Since we're up here, there's no point in *refusing* to enjoy 
myself. Besides, the bed might be hard, but the company is good, and I 
got the best night's sleep I've had in weeks. So, partner. Whatcha got 
planned for today?"

"Well, if you did like I said, and packed some good walking shoes, I 
thought I'd show you some of the places I used to go hiking when I was a 
kid."

LaFiamma nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Can do," he 
said, then went back to his breakfast.

* * * * *

By mid-afternoon, Lundy was feeling more relaxed than he could remember 
being in a long while. All the paths were there, just like he remembered 
them. In a way, it was like reliving his childhood. The better parts of 
it, that was.

And best of all, after a couple of hours of walking they found the old 
swimming hole, right where it was supposed to be.

"Perfect."

LaFiamma came to a halt next to him "Perfect for what?" he asked, 
breathing a little heavily.

"Swimming, of course," Lundy said, surprised that the man had to even ask.

"You gotta be joking! We don't have suits."

Lundy laughed at the expression. "What, you never gone skinny dipping?" 
He started stripping off his clothes while his partner gaped at him.

"Lundy, I'm from *Chicago*! The only places I could swim were public 
pools or Lake Michigan, and you gotta be crazy to swim *there*."

Lundy paused, realizing that he'd never considered that. "You know how to 
swim, dontcha?"

LaFiamma rolled his eyes. "Of course I can swim..."

"Well, ain't nobody around for miles, so there's no problem," Lundy cut in 
brightly, as his underwear hit the top of the pile of clothing. Then he 
was hitting the cool water with glee. "C'mon in! The water's great."

LaFiamma shook his head, but started stripping. Lundy moved out to the 
middle of the swimming hole and turned, easily treading water, to watch.

LaFiamma was a joy to watch moving. As he pulled his clothes off, there 
wasn't a wasted movement. Piece by piece, pale olive skin was revealed. 
After all his time in Houston, he still managed to avoid developing more 
than the faintest of tans.

Lundy snickered to himself as his partner cautiously dipped his foot in 
the water, checking the temperature before committing himself. Obviously 
it met with his approval, since he waded out until the water was waist-
high, then smoothly slipped under.

LaFiamma swam like he did everything else - with strength and grace. In 
fact, Lundy was so caught up in watching him that he didn't realize what 
the man's objective was until it was too late.

"LaFiamma!" he spluttered, coming back up after being dunked. He reached 
out, but his partner was already out of reach, laughing.

After that, the chase was on.

* * * * *

Lundy gave his partner a boost up onto the sunning rock - a large flat 
rock, big enough for several adults to stretch out on, at the edge of the 
water - then climbed up next to him. They were out of breath, both from 
being dunked and from laughing. Lundy closed his eyes and let the rock's 
warmth seep in from below, and the sun's warmth seep in from above. He 
was feeling thoroughly lazy.

"That was fun."

Lundy cracked open an eye to look at his partner. "Don't sound so 
surprised, LaFiamma. You never done that before?"

"Nah, not really. Especially not with another guy when we were both 
naked."

Lundy smiled a lazy smile. "But that's the best part," he said.

"Oh? Done a lot of experimentin'?" Lundy could hear the jealousy in 
LaFiamma's voice, quickly concealed. For a moment he thought of teasing 
the man, but quickly suppressed the urge. LaFiamma could be very insecure 
at times. Even after several years in Houston, he still felt like a 
'stranger in a strange land'. Despite the best efforts of his Uncle Mike, 
the contract on his life was still on, meaning that he couldn't go home to 
Chicago. Most of the time he seemed resigned to it, but it still 
influenced him in many ways.

Lundy rolled over until he was stretched out on top of his partner, 
bracing himself on his elbows. "Not really. And not since I was a kid," he 
said. "'Sides, *everything's* more fun with you." That made the man smile, 
so he lowered more of his weight down and claimed the smiling mouth in a 
kiss.

Almost immediately, they were both hard and moaning. LaFiamma reached up 
to pull him closer, but Lundy wasn't having any of that. He grabbed 
LaFiamma's wrists and pushed them back down at his sides.

"Uh uh, partner. We've only had time for quickies lately. This time is 
going' to be long and slow and sweet. Got it?" The only answer was a very 
aroused groan.

Lundy went back to the kisses, deep and hungry. He mapped out every bit 
of LaFiamma's mouth with his tongue. Twice. And that was just the 
beginning.

Once he'd refamiliarized himself with the mouth, he moved on to the rest 
of the face, kissing and licking and sucking until every bit of it 
gleamed with a faint sheen of saliva. Satisfied that he'd be thorough, he 
moved onto the neck, nipping and sucking. Further down were brown nipples 
that begged to be rolled and pinched, and he gave them every bit of 
attention that they deserved. Then he moved to the underarms, teasing the 
sensitive skin until he had provoked a very uncharacteristic giggle from 
the other man. A tongue to the navel result in gasps and twitches.

Finally he reached his goal, standing tall and proud in a nest of thick 
black curls. He thought of all those phallic monuments, built by 
religions around the world, and bent his head to do the right thing. He 
worshipped LaFiamma's cock. Bathed it in saliva, ran his tongue over 
every inch, nibbled and sucked at the spheres below. Then, when LaFiamma 
was moaning like he wasn't going to survive another second, Lundy took 
him deep into his throat and deliberately swallowed, once, twice, three 
times. A wordless cry that was almost a scream split the air, shocking 
the drone of the insects into sudden silence, and Lundy drank down every 
drop, accepting the proof that LaFiamma had enjoyed his efforts.

Lundy stretched out next to LaFiamma again, and the other man immediately 
cuddled close, still panting. Lundy knew he had a ridiculous grin on his 
face - driving his partner wild like this usually left him with a swelled 
head.

LaFiamma's breathing had finally slowed down, and Lundy shivered as a 
lick went across his throat. A strong hand reached down and wrapped 
around his own neglected erection. Lundy moaned as the hand started a 
slow stroking motion.

"You look gorgeous, lying there," LaFiamma murmured to him as he gently 
pulled on Lundy's cock. "All tan and gold in the sunlight, like someone's 
wet-dream of what a cowboy should be." The hand picked up the tempo. "And 
when you get going, you start to flush. All dark and rosy, like these." 
LaFiamma lowered his head and started sucking on Lundy's nipples, already 
hard in the warm air.

Lundy's hips were thrusting now, pushing his cock against the gripping 
hand. He wasn't really listening to his partner anymore. He heard the 
words, but only understood the warmth and love in the tone. Other than 
that, all his attention was focused on his erection which was weeping 
beads of precum. The hand disappeared for a moment, and he opened his 
eyes to see LaFiamma bring one of those drops up to his mouth. A pink 
tongue flicked out to lick the drop from the finger. Lundy groaned, and 
closed his eyes again.

Then the hand was back, and the teasing was obviously over. This time the 
grip was firm and the tempo was fast. Lundy cried out, arching his back, 
and dampness hit his chest and stomach. He pulled LaFiamma close, and let 
the world fade from consideration.

* * * * *

The next thing that Lundy knew, someone was shaking him. Someone who 
sound remarkably like his partner.

"Damnit, Lundy. Wake up!"

"Huh?" he asked, in a semi-coherent way.

"Get *up* Lundy! We're both gonna burn if we stay out any longer. I'd 
leave you here, 'cept I'd get lost trying to find my way back to the 
cabin."

As the cobwebs started to disappear, LaFiamma's words sank in. Cracking 
his eyes open, Lundy realized that his partner *was* well on his way to 
doing a pretty good imitation of a boiled lobster, and he probably wasn't 
doing much better.

"Ooops. Sorry 'bout that."

The swim back across the natural pool washed off the dried semen. It was 
a pity that they didn't have a towel with them, but Lundy's shirt worked 
well enough for them to dress, and walking around in a wet shirt didn't 
bother him at all.

The hike back to the cabin went much faster since Lundy was taking the 
direct route. Once back, he sent LaFiamma inside to get some skin cream 
on, in an attempt to prevent the inevitable peeling. Meanwhile, he 
started prepping the ancient outdoor barbecue for dinner.

Lundy might not be able to cook the fancy pasta dishes like LaFiamma, but 
when it came to barbecue, he could outdo the man every day. Course, that 
wasn't hard, since LaFiamma refused to even try. But Lundy knew. Despite 
the grumbles, LaFiamma enjoyed it. He just wasn't going to admit it. 
Kinda like Lundy wouldn't admit to enjoying Linguine Alfredo, or whatever 
else his partner decided to whip up.

By the time the sun was setting, both men were exhausted. Once the 
barbeque had cooled down completely, they headed inside and crawled into 
the one sleeping bag, despite the heat of sunburn. Sleeping apart wasn't 
even considered.

* * * * *

Sunday morning dawned in beautiful shades of peach and lavender and pale 
blue, but neither man saw it. They also ignored the birds that filled the 
air. In fact, it was nearly lunchtime before they finally stirred.

Once they had, and realized just how late it was, there was a mad rush. 
The leftovers made for an easy lunch, and the Jimmy was packed up. Lundy 
was checking around to make sure that no trash had been left behind, and 
everything was closed up tight.

"Lundy," his partner called from the 4x4. "If we don't get going, it's 
gonna be after dark by the time we get home, and we gotta get back to 
work tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, yeah." Deciding that everything was a good as it was going to get, 
Lundy headed for the car. "So... What did you think?"

LaFiamma gave him a look. "Next time, we go someplace civilized. 
Someplace with air-conditioning and room service."

Lundy sighed. He should have known that LaFiamma wouldn't like roughing 
it.

"But," the man continued. "I wouldn't mind coming back. The time *after* 
next time."

Lundy could feel the grin threatening to split his face. "Could do, 
partner," he said, starting the car. "Could do."


THE END