Good Morning Chicago!      Good Morning Chicago!

 by Kat

  

 

 Disclaimer: Of COURSE I don't own them. >wishful sigh< Property of
Alliance, no infringement intended, etc. 

 Author Notes: 'Shout going out' (as someone would say!) to all the people
I e-mailed to take a look at this - Corrine, Selina, Magnes, Kristina &
Beth. Thanks guys, your comments really helped! 

 Story Notes: Basically, it's the boys first thing in the morning. This is
my first fic so I'd be really interested to hear what you thought of it
(hint, hint!): krystalz42@yahoo.com

 

 

 The early morning winter sun crept in through the window and streamed
over the two figures in the bed - one awake, one still fast asleep. They
looked like exact opposites of each other: the sleeping one had blond
spiky hair, pale golden skin and a wiry build. He moved in his sleep and
murmured something, a bundle of restless energy. His head was resting on
the shoulder of the other man, who looked down and smiled when his partner
moved against him. This man was large and muscular, with smooth brown hair
and snow-pale skin. He sighed contentedly and drew his lover closer,
watching him sleep.  

 His spiky hair tickles my early-morning stubble as he moves restlessly
against me. His skin is slightly cool so I tug the covers over him. He
doesn't know this, but I usually wake before him and just lie and watch
him. All the defences and attitude he uses during the day vanish when he's
asleep. It makes him look younger and more vulnerable. Occasionally I've
woken him up in the middle of the night by holding him too tightly, not
that he ever complains. I just can't really believe he's there. For as
long as I'd known him, Ray had never shown any sort of interest in anyone
who wasn't a woman. So when I finally took my courage in both hands and
told him how I felt, well, it felt like I'd stepped into a parallel
universe when he leaned over and kissed me. 

 He stirs again and opens his eyes sleepily, shivering slightly at the
room temperature. Well I suppose it is rather chilly. In deference to me,
he agreed to sleep with the window open and if he gets cold, well I just
have to warm him up. It's no great hardship. 'Umm...' Snuggling under the
covers, he smiles at me and leans over for a good morning kiss. God, I
love his smiles. Especially the first thing in the morning ones. 'Wha'
time is it?' His voice is husky from sleep. 'Seven thirty-five'
 'Hmmm. Ya jus' woken up?'
 'No, I've been awake since seven o'clock.' 'Seven!' He props himself up
on one elbow and looks at me. 'What ya been doin'?' Slightly embarrassed
at being caught like this, I tell him. 'I've been watching you sleep'
 'Huh?'
 'Watching you sleep, listening to you breathe, feeling you lying in my
arms' 'For half an hour?'
 'Yes'
 'Oh. Okay.' He looks away, uncertain. Even after a year I don't think he
knows just how much I love him. 'Well, we've got a while yet before we
have to get up for work and neither of us is tired. What d'you think we
should do?' His eyes glint as he speaks and I know exactly what he has in
mind. By way of an answer I roll him onto his back and kiss his mouth
gently.  

 He stretches himself out on top of me and starts kissing me before I get
a chance to protest, not that I'd ever protest at Ben wanting to start a
make-out session. I could push him off and flip us over so that I'm on top
but I don't. Wrestling matches with Ben are always fun but not right now -
it's too early for me to have that much energy, and I happen to know that
this is his favourite position. I kinda like it too - I love to feel the
big warm weight of him on top of me. He says he likes to watch my face as
he screws me. Not that he ever calls it that. He's never said so but I'm
sure he thinks of it as making love. That's probably nearer the truth.
With Ben it's not just about the sex, it's about love. About wanting to
spend the rest of my mornings waking up in his arms, picking him up after
work, eating dinner with him (and arguing about whether or not to give the
last slice of pizza to Dief), curled up on the sofa watching TV...just
being with him, night and day. 

 Don't get me wrong, the sex is incredible. From the calm, almost cold,
attitude he has you'd never guess how horny he can get when he really gets
turned on. When I manage to wake up before him, I usually wake him up by
sucking on his early-morning erection. The first time I did it I was just
curious to see what he'd do. He loved it, and wow it was hot. Really hot.
Now it's my normal way for waking him up. Not that I get to do it very
often, normally he wakes up before me. I had an idea he lay in bed but I
dunno...I thought he read a book or something. I didn't know he watched me
sleep. Freaky. Freaky but cute. 

 He stops kissing me and nips my earlobe gently, running his tongue round
the outside edge making me shiver. I want his mouth again so I twist my
head and wriggle 'til he gets the message and kisses me again. I can feel
his tongue running over my front teeth, slicking against my own. He draws
my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it in a rhythm my cock recognises. I
moan into his mouth and he pulls back, looking at me with smoky blue eyes.
Another shiver runs down my back as he starts nuzzling my neck and
pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against my skin. I never knew I had so
many places I could get turned on 'til I met him. I bend my head and blow
on his neck gently. I know he's sensitive there. He lifts his head and
tips it back, asking for more as I lean up to kiss and gently bite his
throat. I suckle at his skin and then use my teeth, giving him a hickey.
He jumps a little but doesn't move away. He usually complains when I do
this, saying it 'ill becomes the uniform' and looks 'terribly
unprofessional' but I know that secretly he likes them. How do I know?
Since I caught him looking at them in the bathroom mirror one morning,
touching them and grinning to himself, that's how.  

 Ah God, that feels incredible. He's biting me again, I can feel his teeth
and I know there'll be a mark there. I generally protest, but privately I
like it. After being alone for so long, how can I possibly complain about
him being slightly possessive of me? About wanting to leave his own 'keep
away he's taken' marks on my body? I pull back and give him one last hard
kiss on his mouth before touching his nipples. They're very sensitive, as
I found out early on in our relationship. He loves having them stroked,
licked, kissed. I take one small nub into my mouth and run my tongue over
it, rubbing the other one between my fingers. He gasps and moans shakily,
I can feel his cock pressing hot and hard against my stomach, already
leaking. I slide down his body, intending to take him in my mouth and make
him come that way but as I do he feels my erection pressing against his
thigh, heavy with lust for him. He lifts his legs and wraps them around my
waist. 'No Ben' his voice is husky 'I want you inside me' I crawl back up
the bed and drape myself over him, kissing him. His hand comes up to stop
mine as it reaches for the jar we keep on the nightstand. 'No, I'm fine
after-' he stops and blushes slightly 'after last night' I love him when
he gets embarrassed talking about this. I know exactly what he means since
we did this last night, several times, but I'm still not certain. 'Please
Ray, just a little' I cajole him and when my finger, slick with lubricant,
touches his anus he bites back a moan and hauls my head down for another
kiss. After several minutes of kissing him and him rocking his hips onto
first one then two fingers, he grabs the jar and covers my erection with
some of the cream. 'Please Ben, you now...can't hang on...' I move between
his legs and slowly push my erection into him. He arches his back, hissing
slightly. Eventually I'm in him all the way and he's grabbing my hips and
trying to make me thrust into him. I start to rock gently, loving the way
his teeth clench on his lower lip as he tries to keep quiet. I bend my
head to kiss him again, teasing that sulky, full lip out from between his
teeth. 'Please Ray, let me hear you.' He closes his eyes and groans, 'God
Ben, you feel so good. But...' 'What?' I whisper.
 He opens his eyes and looks straight up at me. 'Harder.' Now it's my turn
to bite my lip as I push into him harder and harder, like he wanted. The
bedstead's banging against the wall and he's moaning loudly now, arching
his back off the bed and driving himself harder against me. Suddenly his
moans change to cries and his hands clench on my shoulders as he comes. I
can feel his muscles rippling around my cock and that triggers my own
orgasm. Panting, I cry his name as I squeeze my eyes shut and waves of
pleasure slam through me. 

 When I come back to myself, I'm sprawled on his chest. We're both covered
in sweat and panting like we've just finished a race. I can feel his hands
stroking gently through my hair and when he catches his breath he lifts
his head and buries his face in my shoulder. 'Love ya Ben,' I hear his
voice, slightly muffled. 'Love ya so much...you've got no idea. Wanna stay
here forever.' I roll off him onto the bed and pull him into my arms.
Bending my head to nuzzle his ear, I murmur, 'I love you too, Ray'
Sighing, he looks for all the world like a contented cat and is about to
settle down next to me when his eyes fall on the clock. 'Shit! We're late!
Goddamn alarm didn't go off, I'll have to buy a new one after work
today...' He drags himself out of bed and walks to the kitchen, still
completely naked. I envy him his relaxed attitude towards nakedness. He's
muttering under his breath about coffee. I try and attract his attention.
'Ray, Ray, Ray...' 'You want some tea, Ben?' he calls through from the
kitchen. 'Ray, Ray, Ray. Ray!' 
 He re-appears in the doorway and looks at me with an expression of
half-exasperation, half-love. 'What?!' I smile at him. 'I know why the
alarm didn't go off.' 'You called me in from the kitchen to say that?' The
smile turns into a grin. Well, who wouldn't grin when they look at him?
He's tousled, still half-asleep and incredibly sexy...and he's all mine.
'Get back into bed Ray. It's Sunday.'  

 'It's Sunday' he says. Smart-ass.
 'I knew that' I say, trying to bluff with a straight face. His mouth
twitches and his eyes crinkle but he doesn't smile. 'Yes, I thought you
probably did. I was just...ah...reminding you of this fact.' The draught
from the kitchen's cold on my bare ass so I hop back into bed and drape
myself across him, trying to warm up. He pulls the covers up over me and
starts running his hands over my back. I plant my elbows on either side of
his face and grin down at him. I'd never have believed I could be this
good in the morning without coffee. 'Love to make yerself useful,
don'cha?' 'I try, Ray,' he murmurs, sliding his hands lower to cup my ass
and touch my thighs. He's trying to turn me on again and Jesus, it's
working, but I've still gotta get my cool back after him having to remind
me it's Sunday. I think with...hmmm, maybe another hickey. Hell yeah, why
not. 'Is there anythin' else you'd like to "remind" me about?' 'Well Ray'
he tries his best 'stern' face. 'You've given me another mark on my neck
and I'm sure I've mentioned before how -' I shut him up with a kiss.
 'Well,' smiling evilly against his mouth, 'I wasn't gonna mention it but
since ya bring it up, I'll even kiss it better for ya.' Sliding down his
body, I kiss the mark on his neck. I feel how his cock twitches against my
stomach when I touch him. Jeez, how'd I ever get so lucky? 'Is this ok?'
Breathing softly on his skin as I ask him and he 'Hmmm's lazily. I move
round to the other side of his neck; about the same place, other side.
Yeah, here'll do perfect. I work the patch of skin with my lips, then my
tongue. Again, a little harder and I can feel his hands squeezing my ass
and his breath catching a little. Finally I use my teeth and bite him and
hear, 'Ray!' but he doesn't sound too pissed. Lifting my head I smile at
him as he tries to look mad at me but fails. He flips me onto my back
suddenly and I laugh aloud. Just to be here, with him. It's heaven. As he
kisses me again and slides a thigh between mine, I think that it looks
like being a real good day. And I ain't talking about the weather. 

End Good Morning Chicago! by Kat: krystalz42@yahoo.com

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