Testing Trust

Chris rocked his chair back against the wall and propped a booted foot on the bottom rung. His head following the example of the comfortable seat, he allowed himself to relax as he watched his youngest agent chatter excitedly about the Team's last bust. Tousled blond locks, calm eyes, and a small smile he didn't even know he was wearing, testified to his mellow mood. JD was animated, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed again. For that the ATF team leader was very grateful.

It had been a couple of weeks since his dominant encounter with JD. Since then he had carefully guarded his professional and personal relationship with the young man from after-affects of the physical and emotional catharsis that had resulted. JD had responded beautifully, neither reading more or less into the experience, and renewing his confidence in both his worth as a valuable ATF agent, and a good friend to Chris. Neither seeking, nor silently pining for, more of the same sort of attention, JD none the less had asked Chris some very pointed and curious questions. The basic interest in his own submissive tendencies was something that he wanted to explore.

Chris was more than willing to answer his questions. Personally, he would love to play with the beautiful submissive that was John "JD" Dunne again, but he couldn't give the young man what he truly needed and he was concerned about hurting him. JD wouldn't ever be truly fulfilled with him. He needed a playful lover, someone who could be friend and "Master" (he mentally rolled his eyes as he thought the word), that would commit to a life with him, and that would shower him with love and laughter, as well as control.

The Team burst into renewed laughter at some observation of the engaging young man and Chris focused his attention back on the festivities of the evening. Vin caught his eye, barely cocking a brow and asking silently if there was a problem. Chris smiled at him and reassured him with his eyes. Vin glanced at JD, then back at Chris, slightly raising his glass in a toast before quickly swallowing the last few sips of beer. Rising from the table, the shaggy-haired sharpshooter threw another mischievous glance at his leader and strolled to the jukebox.

Suddenly a pounding piano beat filled the air and Vin braced his hands on the jukebox, swinging his hips -- for a too-few seconds -- to the infectious rhythm. Turning he grinned at Team 7, now whooping and drumming palms and boots on the nearest flat surface.

Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?
Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and I dream of what I need ...
I need a hero!

Inez looked around at all the law enforcement teams in the small saloon and shook her head as they became a single, head-banging, off- key singing, boot-stomping mass. There was always good-natured rivalry between the agencies, and - aside from the occasional taunting that shot back and forth between tables - they pretty much kept to themselves at her place. But not when their theme song rang out. From the first note to the last, the testosterone filled men -- and women -- came together to celebrate the fact that they fit the bill, and that they were still alive.

She grinned, cranked up the volume, and prepared shots for everyone.

+ + + + + + +*

The tired leader let himself into the house and walked through the dark to the bedroom. Taking a minute to fuss over the dogs as they greeted him, he flipped on the overhead light and smiled as he thought of the others he had sent home from The Saloon in cabs. They'd be lucky if they found the bedrooms in their respective dwelling places tonight. How he had managed to remain sober in the festive atmosphere was a miracle, but he was glad he wouldn't have to taxi back out to the bar in the morning to retrieve his truck.

Chris secured his weapon and hung his shoulder holster on its usual perch on the bedpost. He grimaced as he realized his gun needing cleaning after the obligatory trip to the barn to see to his stock. One of these days he'd learn to leave it in the tack room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled off his boots, flexing his feet as he quickly made short work of the buttons of his dress shirt, tossing it on a nearby chair. Stretching and rolling his shoulders, he looked around the familiar room and sighed.

It was functional. Sparse. Kind of the way he had become in the last few years. The furniture was good quality, the hardwood floors polished to a shine and the bed linens fresh and plain. But it wasn't sensual. It wasn't filled with the textures, colors and scents in which he had once reveled so completely.

Rising from the bed and padding into the guest room he unlocked the armoire that - until his evening with JD - hadn't been opened in too many years. The scent of leather struck him first, the jewel-tones of the silk lining following quickly after. Taking his favorite flogger from its hook, he combed his fingers through the blue and black doeskin tails repeatedly, reveling in the feel of the hilt in his hand. He faced the fact squarely and without nonsense, the same way he approached the rest of his life. His time with JD had awakened a sleeping part of himself, and he was ready to stretch his wings and find his way back to a unique world he had not thought about since before Sarah.

Returning to his bedroom and exchanging his jeans for a well-loved pair of sweats, Chris grabbed his gun and his clean kit and moved to the living room, seeing to necessities before pleasure. Finishing the job quickly and efficiently, he returned the weapon to the holster that always stayed in easy range while he slept.

Considering it, but deciding he was too tired to do any cyber shopping, he slipped into bed and quickly eased the hunger that had built since his foray into his Toy Chest. Not even bothering to deal with the sticky residue of his fantasies, he drifted off to sleep, a picture of a kneeling JD in his mind, and someone entirely different in his heart.

+ + + + + + +*

JD groaned as the phone rung incessantly beside his head. Fumbling for it blindly, he finally managed to bring it to his ear, truly believing he had spoken the 'hello' he apparently had only imagined. There was silence for a moment, then a deep chuckle.

"Wake up, JD," Chris purred into the phone.

JD's eyes twitched, his mind registering that he was supposed to act. His body, however, still harbored other plans.

Chris raised his voice slightly, trying to get the young man's attention. "Yo, JD!"

JD blinked. He was making progress. He went back to sleep.

Chris grinned into the phone on his side of the city and decided to play dirty. He dropped his voice to a crisp growl. "John. Answer me. Now."

JD's eyes shot open and his heart pounded a trail from his chest to his throat. Had he really heard that voice, that command? Suddenly the lump of plastic beneath his ear alerted him to the fact that there was more to this situation than a dream.

"Hello?" He mumbled into the phone.

"Good morning, Sunshine." Chris chuckled softly.

JD swallowed, his morning hard-on taking on new proportions at the husky leader's voice. Vaguely, somewhere in the back of his mind, JD cataloged his reaction and filed it away with the knowledge he was gaining each day from his studies of D/s.

"Morning, Chris." JD sat up in bed quickly, pulling the covers further up his chest.

"Get dressed, Little Bit. You're goin' shopping with me."

JD's pulse jumped and resumed pounding at the endearment. Already he was conditioned to respond to that tone, and the small intimacies that Chris had created the evening JD's life had changed. He relished the rush of adrenaline that went through him, and eased his hand under the covers.

"Okay, Sir. What time?"

"I'll be there in about thirty minutes. And, JD?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"You cum before I get there and I'll take you over my knee, understand?"

JD stifled a whimper and jerked his hand from beneath the quilt. "Yeah."

The young tech swore he could hear the raising of Chris' eyebrow on the other side of the phone. "Excuse me, John?"

Swallowing, JD blushed as the rush of liquid fire again consumed him from his belly outward. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Good boy," Chris stroked.

JD heard the phone drop into the cradle on the other end, and closed his eyes. His cock throbbed and he groaned. It was going to be a long day. He couldn't wait.

+ + + + + + +*

JD met Chris at the door with a grin and a smile, as usual. Chris' chuffed once in an amusement and he reached out and tousled the soft, black hair.

"That's better," the blond said with a smile. "More in keeping with your exuberance."

JD rolled his eyes and blushed a bit. "Exuberance," he said, wryly. "Greaat."

Chris captured the young chin and waited until JD's eyes found his own.

"Hey," his voice was soft, yet firm. "Don't ever regret your lust for life, JD."

Gentle green eyes searched the face that was fast becoming well known to him an a wholly new way. Brown eyes deepened to the color of dark chocolate as JD received the approval and affection evident in Chris' gaze. The younger man swallowed and his eyes darted away, only to quickly return when the grip on his chin tightened. He voiced the thought that was with him constantly, unaware that he was asking his hero to lay to rest once and for all one particular fear.

"They think I'm a kid, Chris."

The warmth that filled Chris' smile took JD's breath away. The leader's strong hand moved to cup the young agent's cheek as his thumb brushed fleetingly over slightly parted lips.

"No, JD," he said huskily. "Not a kid, just younger, less experienced. And preciously innocent in a lot of ways. Not bad things, JD."

Chris voice became passionate with a need to make his point. "Your role in the Team goes beyond your skill with a computer and surveillance equipment. It's not about having another gun or just a warm body to satisfy the numbers. Your contribution is in the laughter you bring, in the energy you provide when we're all too tired to blink, much less move on to the next target. You glow with passion and light, and you make us old men remember why we bought into this damnable business to begin with. We need you like we need the sun, JD. Sure, just like everybody, sometimes we wish you didn't shine so bright, but that's only when the cynical side of us comes out, or when we have a hangover." The last part drawled out from behind a wry smile and JD found himself smiling back. The impact of the words washed over him, and he sighed.

JD closed his eyes and licked his lips quickly. Regaining a portion of his equilibrium he smiled once more at the man who had expanded his world in so many ways.

"So, Boss man, what are we shoppin' for?"

Chris grinned and turned to walk toward his truck. Throwing a glance back over his shoulder he beckoned for JD to follow. "Come on and see."

JD grinned back and bounced off the small step, quickly catching up. Chris draped an arm over his shoulder and hugged him briefly, dropping it to break off and circle the truck. Waiting as JD got settled, he suddenly gripped the young man's chin gently but firmly and brushed his lips across the moist smile on the handsome face.

"God, you're beautiful," Chris said softly.

JD blushed, his body responding instantly to the kiss and the intimacy. Swallowing, he watched as Chris straightened and started the truck. He certainly wasn't used to this side of his boss. Cataloging his emotions and his body's reaction to the caress, he tucked away more feedback for the database that was his mind and sat back to enjoy the ride.

+ + + + + + +*

JD stopped before a wooden bowl full of balls that were covered in all sorts of organic matter. Beans, seeds, small pebbles, feathers and tiny chips of quartz. Lifting a sphere in his hand and weighing it thoughtfully, he glanced over at his leader, who was looking at candles of double hues and textures.

"Something like this?"

"Yeah, JD, stuff like that."

JD put the bowl and its contents into the basket he was carrying and continued wandering around the import store, amazed that his big, bad, mean boss was interested in shopping at all, much less for a bunch of stuff that "stroked the senses". But then, a lot about Chris Larabee had been surprising him lately.

"Come're, John." Larabee's voice was husky, and the use of his real name sent shudders up and down his spine. It was an automatic reaction now. One of which he was really growing fond.

JD walked over to the stack of throws Chris was eyeing and looked up at him expectantly. The blond picked up a jewel-toned chenille bit of softness and took JD's hand in his, turning it over to expose the wrist. Watching the young man's expression carefully, he wrapped the fabric around his forearm, brushing it against his wrist. JD shivered and his pupils widened almost imperceptibly.

"Funny how a simple thing like fabric can cause that kind of sensation, when you're already primed for it, huh?" Chris asked softly.

"I ... I never knew I could get turned on by a blanket." JD said huskily.

His boss smiled and released his wrist, tossing the throw and a few pillows like it in different colors into the shopping basket. Picking up the feather-covered ball JD had already picked up he rubbed his thumb over it delicately. "Nice, John. Very nice."

JD ducked his head to hide the pleasure the praise gave him and turned around to examine some glass bottles in rainbow hues. Chris decided to let the moment pass, allowing the ebb and flow of arousal to keep JD off balance. Chuckling silently, he wandered over to another display of colorful fabrics meant to turn a bed into a sultan's pallet of riches.

The playful banter, smoldering looks and quiet praise built a fire inside JD that grew to epic proportions before the afternoon ended. Each word from Chris caused a moment of sweet anticipation no matter how mundane. Often that moment was lengthened as it turned out to be the sought after praise or arousing tease, sometimes it ended abruptly when the portion of JD's brain that was still functioning intellectually realized there was nothing erotic about a statement that they were stopping for fuel.

Chris watched his young friend with increasing measure, playing each interlude with expert skill, keeping JD primed and ready, pushing him gently ever closer to the pinnacle of the day. And he saw, clearly, the moment that anticipation turned to disappointment when Chris turned the corner to take the bright-eyed beauty home.

"John?" Chris asked as he pulled the truck to the curb and quit the motor.

"Yes, Sir?" JD swallowed.

"Come here." The voice was no less commanding for its softness.

JD slid across the bench seat closer to his boss, his mind turning over until - finally - it shut down and just listened for the next order. Larabee was aware of that moment, also, and was pleased by it.

"Good boy," he remarked quietly.

"W..what?" JD asked.

"You stopped fighting it, stopped trying to figure it out." A gentle finger brushed a strand of errant hair off JD's forehead. "You're beginning to trust."

"I... I trust you, Chris." he stammered quietly.

"For the most part, probably."

Reaching into his pocket he took the soft black fabric he had hidden there earlier in the day and motioned for JD to twist away from him. Smiling at the young agent's eagerness, he slipped the cloth over chocolate brown eyes and tied it securely behind his head.

JD heard the door open as Chris left the truck, the silence of the close air near deafening as the slam of metal drifted away. He sat, waiting, expecting the door on his side to open. It didn't. JD sat with his hands on his thighs, his lips parted as his ears strained to hear boot heels against pavement or a hand on the door handle. Nothing came.

+ + + + + + +*

Chris went to the door of JD and Buck's condo and knocked quietly. Keeping an eye on the young man cocooned in his truck, he listened as Buck made his way to answer.

"Hey, Stud!" Buck greeted cheerfully as he stepped back out of the way for Chris to enter. "What brings you here?"

Buck's smiling eyes turned questioning as he saw the measured look Chris continued to lever on him. Green eyes looked down for an instant, appearing to make a decision, and Chris pierced Buck once more with a solid gaze.

"We need to talk."

"Sure, pard. Something wrong?" Buck's brow furrowed thoughtfully.

"No... but your life may be about to change."

Buck looked at him questioningly and Chris indicated the chairs on the small front porch.

"Let's talk out here."

"JD's not home."

"I know," answered Chris, "But let's talk out here."

Buck sat down in the chair facing Chris and waited patiently, knowing his long-time friend would get to the point in his own time. He didn't see pain or worry on the familiar face, so he relaxed and watched him expectantly. Chris looked out at his truck, parked in shadows, and spoke about the past.

"Buck, you and I have been through a lot together, and we've had some wild times. But probably the wildest was the two years we were stationed in Belgium. Remember? Before I met Sarah?

Buck grinned widely. "Hell, bro, how could I forget! We learned all our best tricks that tour."

"Buck, we both know that James was about more than just 'learning new tricks.' We were in touch with a part of ourselves that we haven't known since. A part that made us feel alive."

Buck nodded, watching his friend closely. "What are ya gettin' at, Chris?"

Chris glanced at the truck, then back at Buck. Still for a moment, he finally voiced the thoughts he'd had since his night with JD.

"You need to wake up that part of you, Buck. JD needs you, and you need him."

Buck stared at him for a heartbeat, the muscle in his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. Willing himself to relax, he took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh.

"Just what the hell does that mean, exactly?" His voice was dangerously low.

Chris reached out and placed a comforting hand on his friends clenched fist. Squeezing gently, held brown eyes with green, compassion and understanding shining within.

"Buck, why do you think you're so protective of JD?"

"He's like a brother to me, Chris."

"A brother? I saw you two laughing together the last night at the saloon, your heads together and your eyes locked. I think there's a whole lot more to your feelings than you're facing."

For a moment it seemed Chris should be watching for a right hook. Slowly the sparks in the deep whiskey eyes died to embers of smoldering contemplation.

Buck looked away, deep in thought. Finally, his gaze still focused on the decision to be made, he asked the question Chris wasn't sure he wanted to answer.

"So, even if you're right, what makes you think he'll respond to dominance?"

"I don't think, Buck. I know."

Pinned suddenly by piercing eyes, Chris held his ground. He explained his encounter with JD in detail, discussing the finer points of the eager young man's response and subsequent surrender. He pointed out JD's temperament and reminded Buck that plenty of love and playfulness was necessary with someone like their impressionable friend. Buck absorbed all that he had to say, his mind working over the details. His excitement and hope for the possibilities began to grow with each word.

They talked quietly for long minutes before coming to a decision. Buck looked up at Chris beneath lowered lashes and asked quietly, "Why did it take me so long to realize it?"

Chris smiled gently, "Things happen when they're meant to, pard. You know that."

+ + + + + + +*

JD sat in the silence of the truck cab, willing his heart to slow. His hearing became hyper vigilant as his body seemed to float in the enforced darkness. His cock, hard since Chris had called him that morning, strained with a pleasant pain against ever-tightening jeans.

Minutes seemed to stretch into hours as JD waited. His mind attempted to play the doubt card, asking him if he really believed Chris meant for him to wait like this; telling him to take a quick look around. His heart intervened, trusting his leader completely and wanting only to please. He overcame the need to follow his doubts and sat quietly.

The pop of the door opening after so much silence caused JD's heart to leap and his pulse to thunder. Chris kept his voice low and gentle, ordering his young friend from the truck. Supporting his elbow, he led him carefully into the condo.

"On your knees, John," he whispered softly.

JD complied without hesitation, his palms resting on parted thighs as he had been taught. He straightened his back subtly, adjusting his posture to perfection. Gentle fingers carded through his hair, stroking in approval.

"Good boy," a new voice purred.

JD jumped, drawing a quick startled breath. His hands came off his thighs briefly in panic, wanting to remove the blindfold.

"Shhh, partner," Buck murmured comfortingly. Crouching on his heels next to the vulnerable man, he leaned his forehead against JD's temple.

"I'm sorry, JD. Sorry I didn't see this before and sorry we've wasted so much time."

JD started to speak, then remembered his brief but effective training. He closed parted lips but his face remained a mask of shock, confusion and a little fear. He swallowed.

"It's okay, Little One. Talk to Buck," Chris ordered gently.

"Buck?" JD asked plaintively, a wealth of questions in the single word.

Buck tugged a bit at the blindfold before closing his hand on the back of JD's flushed neck.

"JD, Chris and I were taught by the same people. We learned the same ways." His hand was a steady, unmoving presence, comforting and calming. "Apparently, however, our boss learned better than I, cause I've been overlooking my feelings for you for way too long."

"I ... I thought you weren't interested in men." JD whispered through dry lips. "Even when I realized I wanted it to be you..." he stopped, concerned about what he was saying in front of Chris.

"It's okay, Little Bit," the blond murmured encouragingly.

"Even when I realized, I didn't think there was a chance."

"Hell, baby," Buck said. "I love women. They're beautiful, complicated creatures, but did you ever wonder why I never ended up with one of 'em for long?"

JD nodded, a tear slipping beneath the blindfold. He swallowed again, still afraid to hope.

"Because they couldn't meet a need." He paused, then continued with a hint of contemplation in his voice. "Since I met you, I've gotten more and more restless. My experiences with women became more frequent but less satisfying. I knew something was 'off', but I didn't know what. Chris clarified things for me."

Buck reached up and removed the blindfold. Stroking the dark hair with even, gentle action. JD struggled not to look at him. Another tear slid down his flushed cheek as he was overcome by the tension of the day and the new revelations shocking him to the core.

"Little One ... this has to be a two-way street, and we have a lot of negotiations to make." Supporting his chin with two fingers, Buck turned JD's face and captured his eyes. The desire in Buck's own was unmistakable, and the steel reserve beneath was the rock upon which the young agent sought to cling.

"Are we going to do this, pard?" Buck asked quietly.

JD nodded as his lips parted to answer, his throat swallowing against joyful tears.

"Y...yes, Sir." The young tech whispered.

Buck smiled. "Good boy."

JD's eyes filled with tears and heat spiraled through his belly. Though his body still evidenced his sexual excitement, the feelings that overwhelmed him went well beyond erotic pull. For the first time since losing his mother, JD felt safe ... and loved.

Hot drops of emotion spilled down his cheeks and he struggled to maintain his form despite shaking shoulders. Behind him murmured the voices of the men who garnered his complete trust, men he had come to love.

The quiet clicks of the front door closing and the deadbolt engaging brought a greater wash of awareness. Anticipation. Excitement. Delicious dread. Fear of what he was becoming... All swirled within him as clearly as the current of air that swirled without as Buck drew closer.

JD gasped quietly as the solid strength of jean-clad legs came up against his ramrod straight back. Gentle hands reached down and corrected his posture slightly, stroking down his shoulders and silently urging him to release the tension holding him stiff.

Buck stepped around him, holding out his hand in invitation. JD responded gratefully, placing trembling fingers into the steady grip of his soon-to-be lover and Master. In seconds he was engulfed in an embrace offering comfort and stability, and laying to rest his fears of demands yet to be made. Whatever Buck asked, it would be okay.

A strong hand rubbed up and down the shuddering back, and JD slowly relaxed in his best friend's arms. Gentle fingers slid into the young tech's thick, soft hair, carding through with soothing repetition.

Finally, when a long sigh escaped from the moist lips of the beautiful man in his grasp, Buck tilted JD's chin up, seeking his eyes. The dark eyes remained lowered respectfully for a brief moment, then rose to meet those searching his face. Buck found something that satisfied him, giving a single, slight nod before smiling softly.

"Fetch me a beer, kid, and let's talk."

JD smiled with puppy dog enthusiasm and ran to do his bidding, returning with a single ice cold bottle. Accepting the drink, Buck cocked his head to the side and looked up, speaking quietly.

"I'm curious. Why didn't you open it?"

JD flushed slightly and bit his lip, yet barely hesitated.

"I know you like the pop it makes when you open it. It's part of the appeal for you."

Buck smiled a warm, pleased smile and shook his head in disbelief.

"Damn son, you're a natural." His voice was husky with anticipation and the pride in his boy that was already burgeoning within him. He cleared his throat and continued.

"And aren't you thirsty?"

This time the hesitation was clear, and a frown of concentration briefly crossed the tear-stained face.

"Yes, sir."

"Yet you didn't get your own beer?"

"No, sir."

"Why not?"

"You didn't tell me to."

The smile that lit Buck's face would fill JD with happiness every time he thought of it from then on. The young agent wanted to laugh out loud with joy at the love and pride reflected in his Master's eyes. His body jerked with a need, but he remained still, standing respectfully.

"What do you want right now, Little One?" Buck asked, his voice deadly serious.

"I want... I w...' JD blushed hotly and swallowed against sudden shyness. "I want to kneel, sir. And ..." The title, now an endearment, escaped on a whisper, his throat unable to voice the rest."

"You may," Buck answered thickly, his throat closing with emotion also.

JD dropped gracefully to his knees, continuing forward until his forehead touched his Master's boot. With a part of him awash in utter disbelief, and a stronger need driving him on, he pressed his lips softly to the cool, slick leather, then again rested his forehead against it.

Buck allowed the moment to hang in the silence, reveling in the promise of a fuller life, and in the adoration of a man who had unwittingly captured his heart.

Finally, "Enough," he spoke softly. "Come here."

JD raised his head and looked at Buck questioningly. Buck patted his lap with a single move on his hand, keeping eyes locked.

JD rose, his trembling renewing itself, and sat delicately on Buck's lap. Buck expended the effort, physically picking the younger man up and turning him to straddle jean hugged thighs, keeping him inches from the cock that had begun to throb with need.

JD's breath came in quickly and redoubled. His eyes, glazed with passion and fear, excitement and need closed involuntarily. Buck cut through the haze, barking softly, "Look at me, John."

The dark, wide eyes flew open and locked onto the rock that was Buck. His friend, his mentor, his thorn, now his keeper, Master and soon-to-be lover. He could see the promise in Buck's eyes, and it thrilled him terribly.

"Lick your lips for me, Little One," Buck commanded quietly.

JD's quick pink tongue obeyed without question. A moist trail quickly grew over hungry lips.

Buck leaned forward, tracing the outline of the pink temptation with the tip of his own. JD gasped and opened.

Buck swiped the inside of the hot, trembling mouth once, then again, finally closing his lips over that of his conquest. Coaxing him open still more, he explored thoroughly the heat that was now his.

JD whimpered almost imperceptibly, confusion vying with excitement. He wasn't used to the strength, wasn't accustomed to the overwhelming sensations. Never before had he been this close to a man, and few times had he felt even half the pleasure with a woman. He clung to Buck desperately, unable to help the small jerk of his hips as his full, hard cock sought friction.

Buck soothed JD's tremors with stroking hands and hardened the kiss in a show of command, willing the young man silently to give up the thoughts and just surrender.

Bringing a hand to the back of the young, hot neck, he closed it succinctly around the back of the smooth column, steadying without restricting.

JD sobbed yet again, once and harshly, and finally gave in with a groan. His body took over, hips thrusting, tongue tangling with abandon, whimpers and pants of pleasure escaping with each breath.

Buck twisted and turned JD, laying him on the couch beneath him and covering his body securely. Within seconds the rock-solid cock of the beautiful young stud writhing beneath Wilmington's protective embrace was bared to a stroking hand. Buck watched as wide eyes turned huge and a release unlike any the young tech had ever dreamed began building.

A sharp bark of protest left the kiss-swollen lips of his captive the hand was removed, and Buck smiled on a growl as he leaned down, taking the weeping evidence into his mouth.

There was no teasing, not this time. The dark, handsome man wanted the fury this first time, wanted to push to the edge of his neophyte's endurance, and he wasn't disappointed.

It took only seconds and JD was screaming, his orgasm hitting him so hard he flew over the edge and into quiet darkness.

Buck, panting softly himself, quickly checked his young lover's breathing, and stood, his legs admittedly a bit weak, with the precious bundle that was JD Dunne in his arms. Before JD was fully conscious they were snuggled in the haven of Buck's monstrous bed, naked and warm, and Owner was whispering owned gently to sleep.

The End