"Where We Stand" by Surreal

Part 2/4

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Morning

Byers smiles almost before he is completely awake, the warm 
body curled in front of his a precious reminder of where he is 
and why.  

He opens his eyes and sees only a curtain of tangled blonde
hair.  Suppressing a laugh with a soft sigh, he raises his head and
props it on his fist, leaning on his elbow to watch Langly.  He has
developed a soothing habit of doing this whenever he is the first
to wake up in the morning, just laying comfortably and memorizing
the process that is Langly's morning ritual.

Long, deceptively flexible legs pulling just a bit closer to his
body, a subconscious attempt to conserve heat.  Relaxed, serene
expression as he turns his face into the pillow, reluctant to leave
the warmth and luxury of his position in bed, within his lover's
embrace.  

A bit more awake, still not wanting to open his eyes, he gives
in to the nagging urge and reaches down, agile fingers slipping
down his body to scratch his ankle.  Byers wonders to himself
how Langly had already gotten a mosquito bite in the few hours
they have been there.

The older man finally, reluctantly, surrenders to his own reactions
and reaches up to brush the soft hair away from Langly's neck and
plants a gentle kiss on the pale throat.  

Langly just smiles, leaning back into the warmth behind him.  
Byers hesitates, his nerves kicking in as he think of how to 
start, to bring up a subject he had been hoping to cover in their
time alone.  "Ringo?" he breathes softly into the other man's ear.

"Mmm?"

Byers lets his hand skim lightly down Langly's back, his finger
tips tracing the bony spine and storing the sensation and the light
shiver of a reaction for future exploration.  For now, he has 
something else in mind.  Gathering his courage, he finally speaks.
"Umm...what--what does it feel like?"

"Hmm?  What feel like?"  

Fingers sliding down the back again, further this time to the
tailbone and pausing.  "This..."  Byers evades having to use words.
He slips one finger down the crack, tracing over the tight, warm
opening.  Langly gasps, his back arching at the unexpected touch.
"...when I'm inside you;  what does it feel like?"

Langly rolls onto his back, at last opening his eyes to fix sharp
blue points of color on his lover's face.  "John..." he sighs with
a searching smile.  "It...it feels really good," he finally laughs.
no better at putting words to it than if he'd been asked to describe
why he likes music.  He touches his fingers to Byers' cheek, lightly
tracing the furry jawbone.  "Why?"

"Oh...um, nothing...I'm just, you know, curious..."  Byers looks
away, his cheeks staining a pale pink with embarrassment. 

"John, don't be embarrassed!"  Langly props himself up on his
elbows.  "I know I'm the first guy you've been with, and I know
this is all new for you.  If there's anything you want to know, or
do," he raises one eyebrow suggestively, "you can tell me."

Byers relaxes, releasing a breath he didn't know he'd been
holding.  "I know," he whispers, leaning down to kiss him for
a moment.  "I know."  He lets his hand slide down Langly's chest,
wrapping his fingers around the thin waist before continuing
down to rest on the inner thigh.  Langly instinctively lets his
legs fall apart, welcoming the contact he'd grown to long for
when he couldn't have it and plead for more when he could.

His head falling back, he closes his eyes and breathes deeply,
savoring the feel of the other man's hands on him, stroking his
body with such love and the light touch of soft lips on his throat.
A moment of clarity, he takes a breath and looks down at Byers.
"What do you want to do, John?" he asks, his voice grating with
awakening desire.

Byers raises his head, meeting Langly's eyes with a deceptive
confidence, despite the trembling he feels inside.  "I--I want you
to make love to me," he whispers, a ghost of a smile brushing over
his lips.  He licks his lips and smiles a real smile, an airy laugh 
escaping at his own realization of his words.  

Langly gapes at him, unsure if the lightheaded feeling is from
all the blood suddenly rushing out of his head and down to his
groin, or something else.  He sits up, looking down at Byers laying
next to him.  "You--I,"  he struggles for the most appropriate
response and finds nothing intelligent.  He finally just sighs,
grinning.  "Really?"

The older man grins, kissing him lightly.  "Yeah, really!"

"Oh...god,"  Langly gasps, turning to lay on his side, facing
his lover.  "Johnny...you're sure?  I mean--"

Byers rolls onto his back, reaching down to grasp Langly's hand.
"Yeah...I want to;  I want this for us," he says quietly, bringing 
the hand to his lips and kissing the warm palm.  

It is all the answer Langly needs.  He brushes his fingers across
Byers' cheek, then slides his hand down the other man's body and
finds him equally aroused.  Smiling, he strokes the stiff cock in his
hand almost absently in thought.  Byers bucks into his hand, moaning.
"Shi--"  he hisses, sucking in a sharp breath.  Any further words are
quickly forgotten as Langly's mouth captures his own, the gentle
desperation obvious from the sharp tongue exploring his mouth.

Byers gasps when Langly finally pulls away.  "Jeez...you keep this
up and we won't last long enough to do this."

"You're right,"  the younger man laughs, letting go of the organ in
his hand and wrapping his fingers around Byers' waist instead.  He
takes a moment to simply watch his lover, memorizing the flush of
desire reddening the cheeks, the way his pupils dilated to hide 
almost all traces of the soft brown eyes.  He leans down to press his
lips to Byers' throat, wanting to feel the quickened heartbeat in
the pulse point.  

He reaches over his lover, his own erection pressing hard into
Byers' hip and making both of them groan.  Grabbing what they'll
need from the nightstand, he quickly puts the gel on his fingers 
and sets it aside.  He looks down at Byers again, the older man
watching him with intense interest and a hint of apprehension.
"It's okay, Johnny...you just have to relax and trust me, okay?"

"I trust you."

"Good,"  Langly smiles, moving down a bit.  Byers spreads his
thighs, sitting up to lean on his elbows as he watches his partner.
Langly rubs his slick fingers over Byers' entrance and the older
man tenses instantly.  Giving him time to calm, Langly waits until
he feels Byers' relax before slipping one finger into his body
just a little.  

"OH!"  Byers gives a startled little grunt, his head jerking back.

"You okay?"  

"Mmmhmm."  The older man keeps his eyes closed, his lips tight.

Langly keeps going, slowly moving his finger in and out while
watching his partner for reactions.  He drops his head to trail a
series of kisses across the taut stomach, the abdominal muscles
twitching.  Before he slips a second finger in, he looks up at the
other man again.  "You tell me if you want to stop, okay?"

A tight nod for a response, Byers concentrates on the now two
fingers caressing him on the inside, stretching the tight space.
He lays back against the pillow, spreading his legs a bit more and
bending his left knee just a bit, his right leg still trapped under
Langly's arm.  He feels himself relaxing, giving in to the warm
spread of heat in his stomach and the gentle touches of his patient
lover.

His mind drifts, he breaths in shallow little puffs.  He feels
like he's floating, the soft rhythm of the fingers inside him sending
little shivers across his body.  A new sensation makes him open his
eyes in time to see Langly's mouth descend onto his cock, taking in
the already moist tip and sucking a bit.  All he can manage is a sharp
moan at the intensity of the combined stimulation;  the fingers raking
his insides, the hot, skilled mouth around his penis and he arches into
the feeling.

Langly feels a sweaty, trembling hand grab his shoulder and work
its way up to tangle in his hair.  He looks up, his heart racing at the
sight of Byers laying there, head lolled to the side, breathing in little
gasps and there, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.  "God, John."

The voice breaks through the fog in his mind and Byers opens his
eyes, meeting Langly's and giving him a shaky smile.  "Please...now, I
want you..."

That is all he needs.  Langly pulls his body up to kiss Byers, a long,
slow kiss that increases their need all the more.  The older man tugs
at him and Langly complies, sliding both his legs to lay between Byers'
and covering his body.  Langly cups his hand under Byers' chin and
holds his eyes there, noting the misty glaze with satisfaction.  "You
ready, baby?"

Byers slips his arms around Langly's back, embracing him close
as he bends both his legs at the knee and brings them up, planting 
his feet on the bed.  He lifts his head to capture a quick kiss.  "Yeah."

Langly leans on his elbow next to Byers' ribs and brings his other
hand down between them to guide himself into the tight entrance.
He pushes just the head in, the incredible heat and tightness 
overwhelming his senses.  The tiny, almost inaudible squeak catches
his attention and he looks up to see Byers' biting his lip, his face
squished up and eyes shut tight.  "It's okay, John,"  he soothes,
bringing his hand back up to stroke down the other man's cheek.
"I know it hurts, it's okay, just trust me."

His lover releases his caught breath with a hiss, turning his 
head and nodding a little.  

"Here, put your legs around my waist, it'll help,"  Langly tells
him, slipping his hand around Byers' leg and tugging gently.  The
older man obeys, bringing his legs up to wrap around and clasping
his ankles together behind Langly's back.  "Good...better?"

Byers looks up at him, smiling through his anxiety and pain.  

"Yeah...don't stop..."

"I won't, believe me,"  Langly chuckles and slowly starts rocking,
pushing himself further into his partner with each movement.
He soon becomes lost in the sensation, the tight heat surrounding
him and the smooth, silky feel of the other man a new one for him
as well.  In his few experimental relationships with men, he had
always been the 'bottom', so it just felt natural for him to take on
that role when he got together with John.  But to have his new lover
ask him for this is an incredible change, and one he hopes to get
the chance to do more often.  

His mind and body so focused on the epicenter of his desire, he
only belatedly feels the man under him start to push back, meeting
his careful thrusts with increasing intensity.  Langly looks up and
is struck by the other man's expression.  Deep red flush in his 
cheeks, eyes closed but no longer tight in pain, the faint droplets
of sweat streaking into his ruffled hair.  Byers gasps with each
counter thrust he gives, a tiny moan escaping his slightly curled
lips as he feels his body urging him towards release.

"Jesus, you are so beautiful, John,"  Langly hears himself 
whisper, burying his face in the crook of Byers' neck and nipping
at a tiny bit of skin under the ear.  He works his mouth on that
little spot, the rest of his body gradually increasing the speed of
his movements.

"Mmm....mm-more,"  the younger man feels more than hears the
desperate plea of a response.

Langly slips his hand between them again, arching his back to 
release the cock trapped between them and strokes knowingly
over the head and down, letting his fingernails scratch lightly
over the length and making Byers' shudder violently.

The younger man feels the pull and tightening of his rapidly
approaching climax and knows exactly what to do to take Byers
with him.  He slips his hand further down, sliding his thumb
behind Byers' sac and rubs the sensitive spot just above where
they are joined and his fingers fall naturally against the crease
of the other man's leg and pelvis.

Byers cries out sharply, never having felt so many sensations
at once and bucks into a thrashing frenzy, one hand sliding down
Langly's bracing arm and gripping the biceps while the other
simply digs the fingers into Langly's back.  "Ree--Ree...ah--ah--
AHH!!"  Unable to get out more than one syllable at a time, Byers
lets go, his back arching as his orgasm rushes over his body with
shocking intensity, his head jerking back as he chokes out the
final, inarticulate scream.

Langly feels the surge of warm wetness hit his stomach and
lets his hand slide up and around to grip Byers' hip as he thrusts
a final time as hard as he dares and comes with a blinding jolt.

The younger man is the first to come back, drifting lazily
down from his high and hears them both gasping for air, the
trembling of his own body and the tremors of aftershocks 
still coursing through the man under him.  

Taking a deep breath, he lifts his head to look at Byers and
the sight brings him quickly to his senses.  The older man is
very still, breathing shallow and apparently asleep.  Despite
the streaks of sweat still running down the flushed forehead,
Langly still sees the drop of moisture slip down the side of
Byers' face from his closed eye.  

Reaching up, he gently brushes the tear away.  "God, John--
are you okay?  Did I hurt you?"  He feels his voice quiver
with fear.

Byers stirs, opening his eyes to look up at his lover.  He
smiles slowly, and lifts his head to kiss the tip of Langly's
nose.  "Oh...my god...," he gasps, his eyes bright with moisture
and wonder.  "That--that was so incredible!"

Langly chuckles softly, slumping back down and remembering
then to pull himself out of the other man.  "You're telling me,"
he mumbles, kissing him softly on the lips.

The older man stares at him, still in a post-coital daze.  "Wow."

"Yeah."  Langly giggles, finally sliding his body off and laying
beside Byers, pulling the older man into a tight embrace.  He
feels the warm breath against his shoulder, Byers holding him
tight and tucking his head under Langly's chin.

A while later, after drifting in and out of sated sleep, Langly
sighs.  He tilts his head to kiss Byers' scalp, and the older man
raises his head up, pressing his forehead to his lover's.  

"How're you doin'?"  Langly slurs sleepily, rubbing his hands
slowly over Byers' back.  

"Mmmm...good."
"Anything hurting?"
"Nope."
"Really?  What about your legs?"  Langly asks from experience.

Byers looks at him, surprised.  "Um...actually, they are kinda sore;
how'd you know?"

Langly smiles, reaching a hand down to gently massage the tight
soreness out of the backs of the older man's thighs.  "Leg cramps;
I get them a lot, especially in that position."

"You do?  You never told me that,"  Byers winces sympathetically,
feeling the cramping pain in his leg muscles subside under Langly's
experienced hand.

"Never thought about it;  I'm used to it."
"Ri--"
Langly cuts him off abruptly with a kiss.  "I like that."
"Kissing?"
He laughs.  "Well, yeah.  I meant what you were calling me:  'Ree'."
"Oh,"  Byers blushes self-consciously.  "I just couldn't get the 
rest of your name out at the time..."

"Hmm...well, I'd kinda like it if you'd stick with it;  unless you don't 
feel comfortable calling me something you screamed out in 
a fit of passion..."

"Jeez, you make it sound so affectionate, *Ree*."

"God, I love you so much, John,"  the words tumble out before 
Langly catches himself.  It's something that they had never done,
be so open with their love until now and it just feels right.

Byers kisses him gently.  "I love you too."

Langly sighs again, cuddling deeper under the covers.  "We really
should get up, shower..."

Byers holds him closer.  "Yeah.  But not yet."

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