"Yes, Sir"
JD pushed his ever-errant lock of hair off his sweat-soaked forehead and looked around, pleased. T-shirt and sweats stuck to his wet, tired body but he barely noticed as he took inventory of the condo. Stripped of clutter, scrubbed, swept, mopped, vacuumed, steam-cleaned and finished with a bleach and water disinfectant, the home he shared with Buck could no longer be, even playfully, referred to as the CDC. A Colorado spring breeze blew through the open windows, carrying away any lingering smell of bleach and leaving only a clean, fresh scent in its wake.
Sighing with satisfaction, the young agent stripped himself and tossed his clothes in the washer before heading up to shower. Too tired to linger, he washed up efficiently and dried off quickly. Finally, thirty-six hours of constant cleaning took their toll and he collapsed on the bed, excited at the prospect of possibly waking up to his lover's caress.
He stomped down the disappointment once again over their interrupted evening two nights ago. The memory flashed through his mind as he drifted closer to sleep. A smile tugged at his lips.
"JD!" Buck called as he kicked the door closed.
"Yes, Sir. Coming!"
JD skidded to a sock-footed stop on the tile floor the hallway and immediately took the grocery bags from the overburdened man.
"Hey, kid." Buck's voice was impossibly warm and he kissed the young tech on the forehead as he took back two bags and led the way into the kitchen.
"Hi, Sir!" JD chattered happily as he unloaded supplies. "I was noticin' that 'The Magnificent Seven' is on AMC tonight."
"Yeah? Sounds like fun." Buck said as he tossed a head of lettuce into the crisper. "Are ya hard for me, JD?"
A carton of salt dropped out of JD's hands and hit the counter, but he recovered quickly, stretching to put it away on the top shelf of the cupboard. His cheeks flushed hotly.
"Yes, Sir."
The warmth from Buck's body registered a split second before JD felt himself pinned gently to the counter, still on his tiptoes. Strong arms trapped him on either side as stronger hands gripped the edge of granite. The brush of Buck's mustache, against the tender skin behind JD's ear, shot lightening through his spine, and the hot murmur of praise for his readiness that followed almost carried him over the edge.
"Good boy."
It was like that when Buck spoke to him. Lightening. And the fire that followed all consuming. His Master's voice …
Smooth lips touched the side of JD's neck and the young stud began to lean back against him.
"Be still…" The command more effective for its quiet strength.
JD released a shuddering breath and willed himself still. He wanted to rub against the hard cock pressed against his ass, two layers of denim the only thing between them. His desire to please was stronger.
Buck began an assault of the sweet shoulder in front of him, brushing the soft cotton of the t-shirt aside with his chin. He felt JD's pulse jump beneath his tongue and closed his eyes against the need to strip them both and fuck him, right here, right now, against cold granite. He swore silently at his unruly impulses and dropped his mouth to suck succinctly at the juncture of neck and shoulder, forcing himself to be content for the moment with leaving his mark on his boy.
The breath that escaped the beautiful throat sounded more like a desperate mewling, and Buck stepped away with a lick and a kiss. JD stood unmoving, his legs trembling with desire and the strain of the position on his toes.
"Relax, baby." Buck rumbled.
JD flexed back to his heels and stood panting, acutely aware he hadn't been fully dismissed.
"Take off your shirt, little bit, and go start the grill."
"Yes, Sir," he whispered, pulling off his shirt as he ducked quickly from the room.
Laying the coals and lighting the fire gave him something to do to steady his nerves, and soon he was bouncing about with his usual abandon. Buck heard the stereo click on, their favorite classic rock filling the room, and he smiled as he worked on the salad. He counted on JD's quick recovery time and silently reviewed his plans for the evening. Good food, a couple of beers (this not being a "play night", in technical terms), a snuggle during the movie, a little teasing … and one JD Dunne for dessert.
Things went according to plan. Until the phone rang. Chris's particular ring. Set up for just such an occasion.
A panting Buck shifted his weight between his lover's legs, denim brushing denim against twin, swollen cocks. He tore his mouth from JD's kiss-swollen lips and leaned against the back of the couch for leverage, one hand shooting out for the phone. The deadly greeting gave even Larabee a moment's pause. A very short moment. Chris barked out his order.
"Wilmington there's a ticket to Chicago waiting for you at the airport. Your room's booked at the Hilton near the Federal Building and there's not any use in fightin' me on this, it comes down from the Director. Minyard's going to trial tomorrow and they "forgot" to send you a court notice. Your flight leaves in an hour." He paused. "I'm truly sorry, Buck."
Click.
JD's jaw dropped in wonder at the string of curses that followed. He wasn't able to identify all the languages, but the content was very clear.
Buck pushed himself off the pliant, hungry man beneath him and stalked to the closet to check his ever-ready garment bag. JD sat up, running a trembling hand through his hair and watching his gentle lover of a minute ago storm the apartment with single-minded ferocity.
Shoving a pile of magazines and clothes off a chair, Buck sat to pull on his boots, stomping into the second one as his hand dug under the evening paper for his holster and service weapon.
JD had never seen Buck like this before. He'd seen him angry; a quiet angry that was chilling in its control, but not like this. His heart was in his eyes as he watched his hero take his frustration out on the newsprint.
"Damn it to hell I'm sicka livin' in this mess!"
JD winced.
Buck left the room, his departure followed by drawers slamming and glass rattling. Each noise cut through the quiet like a knife.
Wilmington checked his weapon and secured his holster to his belt, retrieved his garment bag and left, front door slamming behind him. JD released his pent-up breath in a shuddering sigh. He listened for the sound of Buck's engine. It didn't come.
A few minutes later, the once again soft-spoken agent walked back into the house.
"Come're," he ordered softly.
JD didn't hesitate, relief clear on his face. Seconds later he was safely ensconced in his Master's embrace. Wilmington brushed his lips against his lover's temple and held him close.
"First, little bit, I would never have left you without a word. I just needed to calm down. Second, I hope you know I would never, ever hurt you, no matter how angry I am. Third, my anger had nothing to do with you, except in that I DO NOT want to leave you tonight. Fourth, my comment about this mess was not directed at you. We both agreed cleaning wouldn't be a priority in our lives. But sometimes I do get sick of it. Finally, if I thought it would be anything but a big mess in Chicago, I'd take you with me and Larabee be damned."
He tilted the beautiful face up to capture his gaze. Perfect reassurance emanated from blue eyes to brown.
"Do you understand?"
JD smiled. "Yes, Sir."
Buck's answering smile was somehow sweet and hungry at once. The look in his eyes left JD breathless yet again and his tongue shot out to lick his lips nervously.
Strong, capable hands framed JD's face as Buck leaned forward. Claiming the young agent's mouth with a softness that was disarming, he communicated something new. Something … permanent. Barely lifting away, Buck uttered a single word that took JD to a new high.
"Mine."
JD's smile deepened at the memory and he fell fully into sleep.
A soft whisper of breath escaped him. His dreams shifted, innocuous flashes giving way to strong images of Buck and the power of his love. A quiet whimper, absorbed by the pillow he hugged to him, mingled with the sounds of birds and a far-off bark. A gentle breeze blew over his sheet-covered body. He stretched his neck to allow it to caress his throat, heightening the dream of the blue-eyed charmer's mouth on his skin.
A warm hand slid to his belly and he stretched restlessly against the heat, muscles gathering tension. Lips, teeth and tongue began an assault against his neck. His stomach clenched and relaxed, drawing him into an arch. His body encountered a warm, solid wall of flesh and he dropped his head back onto the broad shoulder spooned behind his own. He woke to reality rather than dream. His soft, excited moan drifted into the late afternoon twilight.
"Hey, baby boy," Buck's quiet voice rumbled, deep and husky; an audible testament to the hard proof of his arousal that pressed against the crevice of the younger man's bottom.
"Buck!" The word was both a welcome and a plea.
JD stretched against him once more as Wilmington's teeth teased the tender skin at the base of his partner's neck.
"Shhh, partner, I'm gonna make it better."
Buck eased his young beauty onto his back, his leg trapping JD's lower body against the cool sheet. Brown eyes found blue, adoration and devotion beneath electric excitement. The whisper escaped without JD's knowledge.
"I love you, Buck."
Tears obscured Buck's vision for a brief instant, and the most tender of smiles appeared slowly on his face. Gentle fingers stroked over JD's flushed features. Swallowing against the emotion threatening to silence him, the former ladies-man went still, his thumb at his lover's pulse.
"I love you back, JD."
Buck felt that pulse kick, then pound rapidly. His passion overwhelmed him with a wave of sensation, and he took the mouth beneath him with a depth and thoroughness that could only be called a claiming. His fingers slid to JD's wrists and he captured the clever hands over the young tech's head, pinning them there as he continued the assault on kiss-swollen lips.
JD whimpered and strained to get closer. Buck settled his weight more firmly, trapping him and calming him at once.
The bigger man released the wrists he had imprisoned, bringing his hands to the younger man's hips and pulling him yet closer. He growled against the throat he was now ravaging and rubbed his forehead hard against the smooth, muscled chest of his pet.
A single thrust drew a groan from both men as their blood-filled cocks bumped and rubbed against the other. Suddenly Buck went still, taking a deep breath and getting himself back under control. JD lay panting beneath him, watching with wide eyes.
"You have completely captured me, ya know that, kiddo?" Wilmington's fingers stroked the dark hair back in time to his passion-roughened words. "I ... I can't believe it took me so long to see it." The smile that appeared under misty blue eyes warmed the younger man in ways he'd never imagined.
Buck bent again to the passion-flushed lips and kissed them reverently. Nuzzling them open once more, he nibbled and stroked at them until he felt the tension begin to gather again in the muscles beneath his questing touch. Backing off, his hands soothed with long motions, drawing out passion and leveling out tautness.
Manipulating the pliant body with ease, he gently spread JD's thighs, creating a place between for his own form to kneel. Fingers began, again, at the young man's collarbone, pinching lightly, smoothing softly and drawing out gasp after gasp of pleasure and anticipation.
Leaning over his lover, Buck's lips and tongue followed his touch. JD's head tossed restlessly against the white of the pillows, his hands – still above his head – clutched and released the soft fabric in rhythm with his deep, dizzying breaths.
A deep gasp escaped him, his hips bucking, as the mouth carrying him to ecstasy closed over his rigid, blood-filled cock, taking him deep. Sucking lightly, Buck fed the current just enough to keep the beautiful body on the edge.
A single finger worked beneath the nurturing mouth, smoothing cool gel over the puckered aperture of JD's ass, dipping slightly inside. Another gasp filled the afternoon quiet and the body beneath Buck shuddered violently.
"Buck!" Again a plea.
"Shhh, baby... I'm here."
The gentle man slid up quickly, settling on his back and turning JD to lie on, and against, his side, the young tech's leg drawn up across the older man's belly. Probing deeper, Buck laid his forehead against the top of the tousled black hair, whispering words of comfort and encouragement.
JD's lips tried and failed to kiss and suckle at the chest before him. Excitement built to a fever and his body betrayed him, lost in flames of sensation and wonder.
Another finger spread JD carefully as Buck's free hand caressed the young man's cock and cupped the spheres beneath it. JD gasped yet again, his head tossing anxiously. A third joined the first two and slid deeper to stroke the sweet spot inside. The young man cried out suddenly, nearly sobbing at the unexpected pleasure it brought.
"That's it, little man. Good boy." Buck praised quietly.
Rolling JD once again to his back, Buck knelt between the welcoming, muscular legs. Palming one thigh, he brought it over his shoulder, settling him comfortably.
A soft whimper left JD's throat at the slow emptiness that consumed him as Buck withdrew now-trembling fingers. Instantly, the blue-eyed seducer pressed himself against the grasping cleft, sliding in carefully and pausing to allow his lover to adjust to his presence. A hard intake of breath announced the depth of JD's pleasure and Buck closed his mouth over his love's with passion born of love and a satisfaction he'd never dreamed possible.
Buck rocked against him, deeper still, intensifying his assault on the kiss-swollen mouth beneath his, even as he stroked against the knot of pleasure deep inside the helplessly writhing young man. Pulling him, suddenly, into his arms, he raised himself to his knees and the sweet body engulfing him to his lap. Urging with hands and murmured praise, he moaned hot and deep as JD responded, straddling him and moving recklessly to get closer.
Somewhere beyond the open windows, trees tossed their leaves in a spring breeze. A dog barked. Children's voices rang out with an innocence that suggested less complicated times.
Yet in the simple bedroom of the modest condo, time stopped as arms tightened, hands clutched, and mouths met with inexpressible need. Finally, souls sealed forever together as two men reached a pinnacle of joy as one, their lives forever bound by a single act of lovemaking that defied description.
He felt eyes on him before he opened his own. Cracking a single orb carefully, he found himself face to face with a blushing and happy JD Dunne. He smiled.
"Hey partner," he murmured quietly, a hand coming up to brush that damned lock of hair from the young agent's forehead.
"Hello, Sir." JD grinned, lowering his voice to match the still-sleepy tone of his lover.
"Happy?" Buck chuckled.
JD nodded.
Buck pulled him close, hugging him and kissing the sweet indentation at his temple. Rubbing his hand lightly over the beautifully curved ass at his side, he watched closely.
"Sore?"
JD shook his head. "No, Sir. Not at all. And it didn't hurt."
"Good. It shouldn't, most of the time. Now there probably will be times when we get carried away ..." Buck explained democratically.
"God I hope so!" JD responded with his usual enthusiasm.
Buck laughed and squeezed the firm flesh beneath his palm. Rubbing gently once more, he ended with a short 'pop' and shifted his young love off of him. Heading to the bathroom, he threw instructions over his shoulder, never doubting for a moment they would be obeyed.
"Get a shower downstairs. We have shopping to do, and we'll get something to eat while we're out."
JD bounced out of bed, quickly stripping the sheets and tossing them into the hamper.
"Sir? May I ask a question?"
The shower water in the bathroom came on and Buck stuck his head out to raise an inquiring eyebrow.
"May I change the bed before my shower?"
"You may ... " Buck smiled. "And, JD?"
Dunne stopped in his tracks, turning to look at his friend, Master and lover. "Yes, Sir?"
"The house looks beautiful. You'll be rewarded for it, you have my word."
Wilmington smiled as he simultaneously wondered how the grin that followed didn't split his roommates face. The uttered, 'thank you, Sir' was icing on the cake, and Buck ducked back into the bath to complete his preparations for a night out that JD would never forget.
The End
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