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A Different Light Chapter: 4
A Different Light Chapter: 4
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sairalinde & anorienbean
Pairing: David Wenham/Craig Parker
Rating: Adult for graphic m/m sex Warnings: None for now
Archiving: Saira’s Library, Here With Me, Mirrormere, OEAM, others please ask first
Feedback: Yes, please. We live for it. Send to: sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com, or thechroniclesofosgiliath @ yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of this happened except in our fantasies. We are in no way are implying anything about the sexual preferences of either of our main characters, or any other peripheral characters used in this story.
Summary: A wealthy businessman is forced to do volunteer work and meets a handsome social worker who changes his views about the homeless and about love.
//Indicate thoughts
Craig couldn’t remember a date, or, for that matter, a *meal*, that he’d enjoyed more. They’d had a delicious dinner and a couple glasses of wine. Neither man seemed to want to drink too much. Craig, for his part, knew that whatever happened tonight, should happen with him clear-headed and sober. They’d both relaxed, laughing, teasing, and even having a few friendly disagreements that they simply laughed away. Several times, they’d shared gentle kisses and longing looks, and between dessert and coffee, Craig had realized that he wanted to ask David inside when they reached his house. He was nervous about his decision, as this was something else he’d never done before, especially on a first date, but he didn’t want the evening to end. They’d left for their date directly from the shelter, and David had driven. Craig lived close enough that he could walk to work the next morning in less than ten minutes, though David argued that this wasn’t the best neighborhood to be walking alone in. Laughing, Craig was nonetheless touched that David cared.
As they walked slowly across the parking lot toward David’s car, Craig automatically reached down, twining his fingers with David’s and giving David’s hand a gentle squeeze.
The evening had been perfect, David didn't remember a date that he had enjoyed more. He and Craig had found they did have quite a bit in common, though they found a few more things they disagreed on he found that he enjoyed that all the more. Being able to talk to someone who didn't mirror everything he said and didn't try to bend themselves to fit what they thought David wanted. As they headed toward the parking lot Craig took his hand and he startled for a moment. He'd never held hands with anyone in public before and it threw him for a second before he realized he wanted that sense of connection with Craig. Noticing that Craig was looking at him oddly he gave his hand a gentle squeeze in return. "Sorry...startled me a little," he admitted honestly, "I've....never actually held hands with someone in public before." He smiled as they stopped beside his car. "I like the way your hand feels in mine," he whispered slightly unsure of himself.
Craig smiled and ran his thumb over the back of David’s knuckles. “Sorry,” he said softly, “I just automatically reached for your hand without even thinking.” He leaned back against the car and pulled David in closer, never releasing his hand. “But I like the way it feels too.” He leaned forward and gently nibbled on the side of David’s neck. “God, I’m sorry,” he laughed after a moment, pulling away. “I can’t seem to stop kissing you. I hope I’ve not made you want to run for the hills and forget you ever laid eyes on me.”
David looked at Craig a little surprised. "No, I don't think I want to run away and forget you at all. Like I said I like the way your hand feels in mine, and I do seem to really like the way your lips feel against my skin," he whispered leaning in and kissing Craig softly. "I also like the way my lips feel against yours." He looked into Craig's eyes for a moment and wasn't sure what to ask. Part of him desperately wanted to ask him back to his place but he wasn't sure if Craig would accept and for some reason he wasn't sure if he could handle the rejection....not from Craig. He'd lost millions of dollars on one deal before and never batted an eye, but just the idea of Craig rejecting him scared the hell out of him. "Come on, let's get you home. You do still know where it is right? Or have you been staying at the shelter too much lately?" he teased remembering Craig talking about what little time he spent at home.
Craig laughed and opened the passenger door to David’s car, giving his hand a final squeeze. “I think I vaguely remember how to get there from the shelter,” he laughed as he reluctantly released David’s hand and slid in. “But from here, I just don’t know….it’s been a long, long time since I’ve eaten a meal outside of those four walls. I’m not even sure I remember what my bed feels like.” His voice trailed off, and he pictured his bed with David in it, smiling at the thought. //Well, he did say he liked the feeling of my lips on his skin. And my lips on his lips. So, it would stand to reason that he might also like the way our bodies feel against each other’s. Doesn’t it?//
David moved around to the driver side quickly and got in. "Well if we get lost, then I'll just have to take you back to my place," the words slipped out before David could stop them and looked down quickly starting the car. Keeping his eyes straight ahead he pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the shelter. Craig hadn't said anything in response and he looked over at him wondering what he was thinking about.
Chewing on his bottom lip for a moment, Craig stared at David and smiled, his heart pounding in his chest, and his stomach clenched into hard knots. //Well, I guess that answers my question. Here goes….// Taking a deep breath and telling himself to calm the hell down, he began. “Well, how about a deal, then?” he asked, sliding across the seat to sit closer to David. He rested his hand over the top of a firm thigh and swallowed the lump in his throat. “If I can find my way back home, you come in with me for….a cup of coffee or a nightcap or….something. And if I get us lost, then you can take me anywhere you like, including your place.”
David swallowed hard as Craig moved closer and put his hand on his thigh. "A...cup of coffee...or something sounds nice," he said knowing what the 'or something' could mean and felt his heartbeat speed up. The warmth from Craig's hand seemed to spread through him and he fought to concentrate on the road and not the gorgeous man beside him. Turning onto the now familiar street that lead to the shelter he felt butterflies in his stomach. Something he hadn't felt in years with anyone. As they passed the shelter he slowed down a bit waiting for Craig to point out his building.
Closing his eyes in relief when David spoke, Craig felt a new nervousness hit him all at once. In a few minutes, he could very well be making love to the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on. As he watched the familiar buildings pass by the window, he suddenly realized they were nearing his house. “Right up there,” he managed, noticing that his voice seemed shaky all of a sudden. “The white house on the right.” He tried to see his house through David’s eyes. It wasn’t large, or fancy, or even in the best neighborhood, but it was neat and clean. He’d bought the house years ago, when he realized that he’d be spending a lot of time at the shelter, and needed something close and convenient. Though he didn’t spend a lot of time there, he loved the house, and took good care of it. He could only hope that David wouldn’t think it was quaint or unappealing….but as soon as the thought entered his mind, he disregarded it. //No, he’s not like that. He’s not like that at all. I have a feeling he’ll feel perfectly at home here, and like it just as much as I do.//
When Craig pointed out the house the first thing David thought was that it was a lot like the house he grew up in. Not the best neighborhood but still a home, and well taken care of at that. Pulling into the drive he turned off the car and waited a moment. "It's really nice," he said hoping he didn't sound like he was just saying it to say it. Getting out of the car he quickly crossed to Craig's side of the car and though it still felt a little strange to him he held his hand out to him, the moment Craig's fingers curled around his own any oddness he had felt slipped away in an instant. Letting Craig lead him to the door he tried to push away the nervousness that he felt.
Unlocking his front door with shaking hands, Craig almost dropped the keys twice. He was sure David noticed, but was polite enough not to laugh or say anything out loud. Finally, the door was open and they were standing inside his living room. He released David’s hand long enough for them both to remove their jackets, and hung them in the hall closet. He *hoped* they would both stay firmly put away until morning, but knew that David might just want to leave after…..well, after they’d finished. His hand slid down and he again took David’s hand in his own and led him toward the kitchen. “This….um, well, this isn’t something I do either,” he said softly as he gazed into glittering blue eyes. “I mean, I don’t normally ask anyone in on the first date. I just….God, I just don’t want this night to end. It’s been perfect. Even if you leave…..you know….after, it’ll have still been perfect.”
David watched as Craig's hand shook opening the door and somehow it made him feel better to know Craig was as nervous as he was. After hanging their jackets, David followed him toward the kitchen. He stopped moving as Craig spoke and stared at him as he moved through the doorway into the small kitchen. "Leave after?" David murmured. "Jesus, Craig I'd hope you'd give me more credit than that. You...you haven't had someone do that to you before have you?" he asked feeling like shit since he *had* in fact done it before to previous dates. Many times, though he didn't intend to with Craig, he wasn't sure why but he didn't have any desire to leave after.
Craig released David’s hand long enough to cross the kitchen, where he reached for two glasses and filled them with ice and water. “I….well, yeah,” he admitted, avoiding looking at David as he sat the glasses down and glanced around the kitchen. “Once. I’d been dating this guy for a week or so, and it was the first time I’d ever asked him to stay, and…well, he took care of business and left. Never heard from him after that.” He laughed nervously and took a sip of the water. “So, I’ve just not invited anyone back since then before now.” //God, WHY did I tell him that? Now he’ll think I’m terrible in bed or something. Stupid, stupid, stupid.// “I don’t sleep around though. I’m not like that. I guess that’s why I spend so much time at work. Being walked out on like that kind of puts a major crimp in your social life.”
David looked down at the floor wondering if he'd made other's feel that way. He'd never even thought about it before. "Well...I'll not leave," he said softly. Crossing to where Craig was standing he took the glass of water from his hand and sat it on the counter behind Craig. "And...I think we both know you didn't invite me in for a drink," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around Craig. He'd been wanting to feel him in his arms like this all night. Ever since the kisses they shared in Craig's office he had wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. Watching Craig's eyes he moved in closer and his own eyes sunk closed as his lips met Craig's in a soft kiss that quickly deepened to more. Feeling Craig's arms move around him he sighed into the kiss.
This kiss was unlike the one they’d shared in Craig’s office earlier. It was still deep and passionate and perfect, but now they both knew they had the entire night ahead of them. Quickly pulling David’s shirt from his pants, Craig greedily ran his hands over his soon-to-be-lover’s back, relishing the feel of his skin, the soft play of muscles beneath his fingertips. David tasted of the wine they’d had at dinner, and the mints they’d grabbed as they walked out the door, but mostly, he tasted like *David*, a sweet, unique flavor that Craig knew he could quickly become addicted to. He almost simply shifted back to sit up on the counter, he was so anxious to make love to David, but he wanted their first time to be perfect. He pulled away from the kiss, breathless and aroused, and nibbled on his ear. “Bedroom?” he murmured softly. “Or do you prefer countertops to mattresses?”
David laughed as Craig whispered against his ear. "Not sure I really ever compared them...bedroom sounds good though," he whispered stepping back slightly to allow Craig to lead him toward his bedroom. As they moved they stopped many times to steal kisses, and somewhere along the way David's shirt had been unbuttoned. Feeling Craig's hands moving over his bare skin sent ripples of desire through him. As they finally entered the room David pulled Craig close working at the last of the buttons on his shirt as they kissed one another breathless again. Finally getting the shirt open David pushed it from Craig's shoulders and shrugged out of his own. "God you're beautiful, Craig," he whispered as his teeth teased Craig's earlobe.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” Craig murmured, closing his eyes and giving himself over to the sensation of being held and teased so gently. A shiver trailed down his spine as his lover teased his earlobe, and Craig wrapped his arms around broad shoulders, sucking on the smooth skin at the juncture of David’s neck and shoulder. He continued marking him, stopping only to soothe and kiss the reddened area, as one hand snaked between them to nimbly unfasten David’s pants. He could feel the rigid column of flesh against his hip, and felt his own arousal begin to ache as his hips unconsciously moved against his lover. Without even waiting for the pants to fall to the ground, Craig’s fingers reached down and wrapped around David’s length, causing a soft sigh of longing to fall from Craig’s lips even as he continued to nibble and suck at the reddened skin beneath his lips.
David shivered as Craig sucked on his neck smiling to himself and wondering why he was so pleased that Craig was marking him. His hands moved along warm skin, down to the small of Craig's back and then circled around to his belt. Before his fingers could finish fumbling with the belt he felt nimble fingers unzip his pants. He moaned as a warm hand wrapped around him and couldn't help thrusting into the tight grip. He finally managed to slip Craig's belt free and quickly opened his jeans, pushing the material down over a firm rounded ass. His fingers trailed over the smooth skin and then his hand wrapped around the thick length stroking slowly. "God, I don't remember ever wanting anyone like this, ever," he murmured as he maneuvered them back toward the bed. Finding Craig's lips again he kissed him deeply as he stepped out of his shoes and out of his pants. "Lay down for me, Craig," he whispered.
Breathing raggedly, Craig toed off his shoes and clung to David as he stepped out of his jeans. A low moan escaped from his lips each time David’s hand moved over his arousal, and he could barely find his voice. He was hard and aching, and he too, had never in his life wanted to make love to anyone as much as he wanted David at this moment. His breath hitched in his throat and he laid back on the bed, regretfully releasing his hold on the thick column of flesh in his hand. He merely stared up at David, caught up in the moment and completely enthralled by him. He leaned up and let his hands trail lightly over David’s skin, brushing over a hard nipple, a firm stomach, then lower, finally caressing the heavy sack that hung low and heavy between his legs. “God, David,” he murmured. “I want you.”
David sucked in a breath as Craig's hands moved over him. Settling on his knees between Craig's legs he dipped his head forward and licked and sucked at a taut nipple and then the other as Craig writhed beneath him. Raising up he looked into Craig's eyes and smiled almost shyly. "Do...you have anything we can use?" he asked suddenly remembering that he wasn't exactly prepared for this when he'd left his house that morning. He hadn't expected to land up in Craig's bed, even though he'd dreamed of it so many times it seemed.
Craig felt sure his heart was going to simply burst through his chest, it was pounding so fast and furiously. David’s mouth was like Heaven, and it actually took Craig a moment to register his words. “Nightstand,” he murmured, leaning up and kissing a slow trail across David’s chest. He’d taken care of his own needs for so long now, he simply kept a bottle of hand lotion near the bed, never dreaming *this* would be happening, especially with David. For them to have gotten off to a less than stellar beginning, they were certainly on the right road now, Craig thought, as his arousal began to twitch and leak onto his stomach.
David leaned over and found the bottle of lotion, laying it beside them on the bed he leaned down for another kiss, finding that he couldn't seem to get enough of those incredible lips. Finally breaking away, he kissed a slow trail down Craig's body, his tongue circling and dipping into his navel before moving lower. Slowly his lips sunk around his lover's leaking arousal, tasting the proof of Craig's desire on his tongue. Taking him in until the head touched the back of his throat he relaxed and then swallowed around him. He hadn't done this very often for lover's, and found that he wanted to do this for Craig more than anything. Reaching out blindly he managed to get some of the lotion onto his fingers and slicked his own aching arousal and his fingers. Slowly a single digit circled the tight opening before slipping inside.
Craig’s hands scrambled over the bed, one finally clutching at the sheets as the other gently tangled in David’s hair. A low moan filled the room as David took him in deep, and he was almost surprised to realize that the moan came from his own lips. As the slick finger slid into his body, he felt his arousal twitch again, only to be quickly soothed and licked by his lover’s tongue. As David swallowed around him, Craig’s breath hitched and he had to concentrate on not coming undone right then and there. Caught between thrusting down onto the finger and up into the warm cavern of David’s mouth, Craig simply dug his heels into the mattress, and closed his eyes, letting his lover have full control. “More,” he whispered.
Hearing Craig's whispered pleas caused David's cock to twitch violently and he added a second finger stretching and preparing his lover. He realized in that moment that he *never* wanted to hurt Craig if he could ever help it. Finally as he felt the muscle relax around his fingers he drew back. Giving one last lick to his lover's arousal, he sat up on his knees and shifted forward, positioning himself at the tight entrance. Slowly sinking inside the tight heat, he leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands at either side of Craig's shoulders. "God, so tight," he gasped as his shaft was buried deep within his lover. Pausing he bent his head forward for a soft kiss waiting for Craig to adjust to the intrusion.
It had been over two years since Craig had slept with anyone, but the minute David was buried inside him, he knew that this wasn’t the like anything he’d ever experienced before in his life. This was not fucking, not simply having sex. It was slow and sweet and gentle and the mere fact that David held back, waiting for Craig’s body to relax around him spoke volumes. He returned the tender kiss, running his hands up and down over David’s back, and willed his body to relax. After a few long moments, he wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist, pulling him in even deeper, until he felt David’s balls resting against the curve of his ass. “Please,” he whispered softly, pulling away from the kiss and staring up into his lover’s lust-darkened eyes.
David nearly lost control completely when long legs wrapped around him and he was pulled closer, the single word ripping through him. This was completely different than anything he had ever felt before. He felt...connected to Craig on a level that was alternately frightening and exciting at the same time but as Craig moved under him he lost all train of thought. Completely consumed by desire he began to move within him, slowly at first but the pace growing and growing. He'd wanted Craig and now that he was with him he was unable to hold back. He couldn't have gone slowly if he tried. Driving his shaft deep inside his lover and brushing against his prostate, his moan echoed Craig's as tight muscles clenched around him.
Lifting his hips to meet each of David’s deep thrusts, Craig watched his lover though half lidded eyes. They moved almost as if they’d been doing this together for years, and the only sounds in the room were their soft moans and gasps for air. White stars exploded behind Craig’s eyelids, and the feeling of David moving so deep within him was the most incredible feeling he had ever known. He writhed beneath his lover, crying out softly with pleasure as David’s thick shaft moved in and out of his body, taking him completely as he’d never been taken before. “Don’t stop.”
"God, you are so beautiful, Craig," David murmured as he watched his lover beneath him. He was completely enthralled by the sight, Craig's lips were parted in a low moan and his head was thrown back in abandon. Blue eyes glittered, darkened with lust and David felt heat spreading out from deep inside himself. His thrusts continued to move harder and faster into his lover. Knowing that he wouldn't last much longer he rested his weight on one arm and took his lover's rigid shaft in his own hand, pumping him in rhythm with his deep thrusts. "Come for me, Craig. God, come *with* me," he gasped.
Craig’s head fell back on the pillow, and his entire body arched up as David’s hand wrapped around his arousal. After a moment, he leaned up, still driving his body down onto the hard shaft impaling him and up into his lover’s fist, and pressed his lips to David’s. Supporting himself with one arm, the other wound around his lover’s body, and he knew he could hold back no longer. “Now,” he murmured against the soft lips pressed against his own just before his release slammed into him. His low moan was lost in David’s mouth and he felt himself spill again and again over the fingers surrounding him, his seed spilling between and covering both their stomachs and chests. Craig pulled David closer, nuzzling and kissing his neck, and tightened his muscles around the thick shaft delving deep inside him.
As Craig leaned up and pressed his lips to his own, David lost control. Already tight muscles clamped down around him and he felt slick fluid spill over his hand as his own release slammed into him hard. Breaking the kiss with a low cry, David shuddered as Craig pulled him even closer, his hips continuing to move within him as the tight muscles milked all of his release from him. "God, Craig," he gasped against sweat slick skin. Pressing a tender kiss against Craig's temple David shifted slightly and slid from his lover's body, already regretting the loss of the tight warmth around him. Laying beside his lover he gathered in his arms and kissed him gently. "You're incredible," he whispered.
Craig snuggled closer and rested his head on David’s shoulder. His leg rested comfortably over smooth, muscled thighs and he nibbled gently on his lover’s bottom lip. “So are you,” he whispered softly. “Absolutely incredible.” Lifting one hand to gently brush the damp hair back from David’s forehead, he smiled contentedly. His fingers traveled slowly over his lover’s face, memorizing every inch, even as he fought off the sleepiness that threatened to overwhelm him. He never wanted to forget this moment, and if David wasn’t here in the morning when he awoke, and didn’t make it to the shelter again, he wanted to make sure this picture was burned into his memory forever. With a soft sigh, he curled up around David, and yawned. “You don’t hog the covers, do you?” he asked, trying to make light of the moment, still fully expecting David to sit up and think of a reason to leave.
David grinned at Craig's question, "Don't think I've ever been accused of it," he said softly. He looked beside the bed and didn't see anything to wipe them off with and he wasn't sure his legs would work if he tried to get up. Besides he liked the way Craig felt against him. Sliding down the bed he saw Craig look at him oddly but he just smiled and began to lick his lover clean. He had never in his life done anything like that and he wondered vaguely what struck him to do it now, but he stopped caring when Craig whimpered and his stomach muscles tensed under his tongue. Finishing his task he kissed Craig's stomach and then leaned up and licked the cooled fluid from his own fingers loving the way Craig's eyes darkened as he watched him. Once he was done, he pulled the covers over them both and wrapped his arm and leg possessively around Craig. Normally he preferred sleeping alone, or at least with space between himself and his bed partner but he was discovering all kinds of differences about how he felt with Craig. His mind was too tired to contemplate on the meaning of any of it as he yawned. "I'm worn out now....sweet dreams," he whispered pressing a soft kiss against Craig's temple.
Watching David as he moved over him, cleaning him gently, Craig knew he had never seen anything so erotic in his life. His breath caught in this throat and he found that he simply couldn’t take his eyes from his lover’s face. His own seed was slowly being lapped up by that incredible tongue and soft lips pressed against his stomach, making his smile even wider. David curled up around him, and Craig thought about how much he loved the way they fit together. Craig’s own arms wrapped around his lover and he snuggled close, gently kissing his lover’s forehead, then leaning over to trail his tongue over David’s lips. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, shifting to get as close as possible, then closing his eyes. //God, this feels good. Like he’s always been here. Like we’re *supposed* to be here, together.//
David smiled as Craig whispered to him and closed his eyes. He knew that something had changed...*he* had changed in some way tonight but he wasn't exactly sure what any of it meant. Maybe he'd just never had someone as open as Craig, as kind and certainly generous as a lover. Maybe that was it? He began to think that two days a week seeing him...and that only a few more weeks weren't going to be enough to get this incredible man out of his system. //Wonder if he'll think I'm completely nuts if I ask to stay longer at the shelter? He would probably think it's only because of him...and...he would be right, so would he accept it? He might. It wouldn't be for what he saw as the right reasons but...maybe just maybe he wants me in his life. I...I know I'd like to stay a while longer and that, I've never wanted before.// David drifted off to sleep holding Craig close.
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TBC
Authors:
sairalinde & anorienbeanPairing: David Wenham/Craig Parker
Rating: Adult for graphic m/m sex Warnings: None for now
Archiving: Saira’s Library, Here With Me, Mirrormere, OEAM, others please ask first
Feedback: Yes, please. We live for it. Send to: sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com, or thechroniclesofosgiliath @ yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of this happened except in our fantasies. We are in no way are implying anything about the sexual preferences of either of our main characters, or any other peripheral characters used in this story.
Summary: A wealthy businessman is forced to do volunteer work and meets a handsome social worker who changes his views about the homeless and about love.
//Indicate thoughts
Craig couldn’t remember a date, or, for that matter, a *meal*, that he’d enjoyed more. They’d had a delicious dinner and a couple glasses of wine. Neither man seemed to want to drink too much. Craig, for his part, knew that whatever happened tonight, should happen with him clear-headed and sober. They’d both relaxed, laughing, teasing, and even having a few friendly disagreements that they simply laughed away. Several times, they’d shared gentle kisses and longing looks, and between dessert and coffee, Craig had realized that he wanted to ask David inside when they reached his house. He was nervous about his decision, as this was something else he’d never done before, especially on a first date, but he didn’t want the evening to end. They’d left for their date directly from the shelter, and David had driven. Craig lived close enough that he could walk to work the next morning in less than ten minutes, though David argued that this wasn’t the best neighborhood to be walking alone in. Laughing, Craig was nonetheless touched that David cared.
As they walked slowly across the parking lot toward David’s car, Craig automatically reached down, twining his fingers with David’s and giving David’s hand a gentle squeeze.
The evening had been perfect, David didn't remember a date that he had enjoyed more. He and Craig had found they did have quite a bit in common, though they found a few more things they disagreed on he found that he enjoyed that all the more. Being able to talk to someone who didn't mirror everything he said and didn't try to bend themselves to fit what they thought David wanted. As they headed toward the parking lot Craig took his hand and he startled for a moment. He'd never held hands with anyone in public before and it threw him for a second before he realized he wanted that sense of connection with Craig. Noticing that Craig was looking at him oddly he gave his hand a gentle squeeze in return. "Sorry...startled me a little," he admitted honestly, "I've....never actually held hands with someone in public before." He smiled as they stopped beside his car. "I like the way your hand feels in mine," he whispered slightly unsure of himself.
Craig smiled and ran his thumb over the back of David’s knuckles. “Sorry,” he said softly, “I just automatically reached for your hand without even thinking.” He leaned back against the car and pulled David in closer, never releasing his hand. “But I like the way it feels too.” He leaned forward and gently nibbled on the side of David’s neck. “God, I’m sorry,” he laughed after a moment, pulling away. “I can’t seem to stop kissing you. I hope I’ve not made you want to run for the hills and forget you ever laid eyes on me.”
David looked at Craig a little surprised. "No, I don't think I want to run away and forget you at all. Like I said I like the way your hand feels in mine, and I do seem to really like the way your lips feel against my skin," he whispered leaning in and kissing Craig softly. "I also like the way my lips feel against yours." He looked into Craig's eyes for a moment and wasn't sure what to ask. Part of him desperately wanted to ask him back to his place but he wasn't sure if Craig would accept and for some reason he wasn't sure if he could handle the rejection....not from Craig. He'd lost millions of dollars on one deal before and never batted an eye, but just the idea of Craig rejecting him scared the hell out of him. "Come on, let's get you home. You do still know where it is right? Or have you been staying at the shelter too much lately?" he teased remembering Craig talking about what little time he spent at home.
Craig laughed and opened the passenger door to David’s car, giving his hand a final squeeze. “I think I vaguely remember how to get there from the shelter,” he laughed as he reluctantly released David’s hand and slid in. “But from here, I just don’t know….it’s been a long, long time since I’ve eaten a meal outside of those four walls. I’m not even sure I remember what my bed feels like.” His voice trailed off, and he pictured his bed with David in it, smiling at the thought. //Well, he did say he liked the feeling of my lips on his skin. And my lips on his lips. So, it would stand to reason that he might also like the way our bodies feel against each other’s. Doesn’t it?//
David moved around to the driver side quickly and got in. "Well if we get lost, then I'll just have to take you back to my place," the words slipped out before David could stop them and looked down quickly starting the car. Keeping his eyes straight ahead he pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the shelter. Craig hadn't said anything in response and he looked over at him wondering what he was thinking about.
Chewing on his bottom lip for a moment, Craig stared at David and smiled, his heart pounding in his chest, and his stomach clenched into hard knots. //Well, I guess that answers my question. Here goes….// Taking a deep breath and telling himself to calm the hell down, he began. “Well, how about a deal, then?” he asked, sliding across the seat to sit closer to David. He rested his hand over the top of a firm thigh and swallowed the lump in his throat. “If I can find my way back home, you come in with me for….a cup of coffee or a nightcap or….something. And if I get us lost, then you can take me anywhere you like, including your place.”
David swallowed hard as Craig moved closer and put his hand on his thigh. "A...cup of coffee...or something sounds nice," he said knowing what the 'or something' could mean and felt his heartbeat speed up. The warmth from Craig's hand seemed to spread through him and he fought to concentrate on the road and not the gorgeous man beside him. Turning onto the now familiar street that lead to the shelter he felt butterflies in his stomach. Something he hadn't felt in years with anyone. As they passed the shelter he slowed down a bit waiting for Craig to point out his building.
Closing his eyes in relief when David spoke, Craig felt a new nervousness hit him all at once. In a few minutes, he could very well be making love to the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on. As he watched the familiar buildings pass by the window, he suddenly realized they were nearing his house. “Right up there,” he managed, noticing that his voice seemed shaky all of a sudden. “The white house on the right.” He tried to see his house through David’s eyes. It wasn’t large, or fancy, or even in the best neighborhood, but it was neat and clean. He’d bought the house years ago, when he realized that he’d be spending a lot of time at the shelter, and needed something close and convenient. Though he didn’t spend a lot of time there, he loved the house, and took good care of it. He could only hope that David wouldn’t think it was quaint or unappealing….but as soon as the thought entered his mind, he disregarded it. //No, he’s not like that. He’s not like that at all. I have a feeling he’ll feel perfectly at home here, and like it just as much as I do.//
When Craig pointed out the house the first thing David thought was that it was a lot like the house he grew up in. Not the best neighborhood but still a home, and well taken care of at that. Pulling into the drive he turned off the car and waited a moment. "It's really nice," he said hoping he didn't sound like he was just saying it to say it. Getting out of the car he quickly crossed to Craig's side of the car and though it still felt a little strange to him he held his hand out to him, the moment Craig's fingers curled around his own any oddness he had felt slipped away in an instant. Letting Craig lead him to the door he tried to push away the nervousness that he felt.
Unlocking his front door with shaking hands, Craig almost dropped the keys twice. He was sure David noticed, but was polite enough not to laugh or say anything out loud. Finally, the door was open and they were standing inside his living room. He released David’s hand long enough for them both to remove their jackets, and hung them in the hall closet. He *hoped* they would both stay firmly put away until morning, but knew that David might just want to leave after…..well, after they’d finished. His hand slid down and he again took David’s hand in his own and led him toward the kitchen. “This….um, well, this isn’t something I do either,” he said softly as he gazed into glittering blue eyes. “I mean, I don’t normally ask anyone in on the first date. I just….God, I just don’t want this night to end. It’s been perfect. Even if you leave…..you know….after, it’ll have still been perfect.”
David watched as Craig's hand shook opening the door and somehow it made him feel better to know Craig was as nervous as he was. After hanging their jackets, David followed him toward the kitchen. He stopped moving as Craig spoke and stared at him as he moved through the doorway into the small kitchen. "Leave after?" David murmured. "Jesus, Craig I'd hope you'd give me more credit than that. You...you haven't had someone do that to you before have you?" he asked feeling like shit since he *had* in fact done it before to previous dates. Many times, though he didn't intend to with Craig, he wasn't sure why but he didn't have any desire to leave after.
Craig released David’s hand long enough to cross the kitchen, where he reached for two glasses and filled them with ice and water. “I….well, yeah,” he admitted, avoiding looking at David as he sat the glasses down and glanced around the kitchen. “Once. I’d been dating this guy for a week or so, and it was the first time I’d ever asked him to stay, and…well, he took care of business and left. Never heard from him after that.” He laughed nervously and took a sip of the water. “So, I’ve just not invited anyone back since then before now.” //God, WHY did I tell him that? Now he’ll think I’m terrible in bed or something. Stupid, stupid, stupid.// “I don’t sleep around though. I’m not like that. I guess that’s why I spend so much time at work. Being walked out on like that kind of puts a major crimp in your social life.”
David looked down at the floor wondering if he'd made other's feel that way. He'd never even thought about it before. "Well...I'll not leave," he said softly. Crossing to where Craig was standing he took the glass of water from his hand and sat it on the counter behind Craig. "And...I think we both know you didn't invite me in for a drink," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around Craig. He'd been wanting to feel him in his arms like this all night. Ever since the kisses they shared in Craig's office he had wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. Watching Craig's eyes he moved in closer and his own eyes sunk closed as his lips met Craig's in a soft kiss that quickly deepened to more. Feeling Craig's arms move around him he sighed into the kiss.
This kiss was unlike the one they’d shared in Craig’s office earlier. It was still deep and passionate and perfect, but now they both knew they had the entire night ahead of them. Quickly pulling David’s shirt from his pants, Craig greedily ran his hands over his soon-to-be-lover’s back, relishing the feel of his skin, the soft play of muscles beneath his fingertips. David tasted of the wine they’d had at dinner, and the mints they’d grabbed as they walked out the door, but mostly, he tasted like *David*, a sweet, unique flavor that Craig knew he could quickly become addicted to. He almost simply shifted back to sit up on the counter, he was so anxious to make love to David, but he wanted their first time to be perfect. He pulled away from the kiss, breathless and aroused, and nibbled on his ear. “Bedroom?” he murmured softly. “Or do you prefer countertops to mattresses?”
David laughed as Craig whispered against his ear. "Not sure I really ever compared them...bedroom sounds good though," he whispered stepping back slightly to allow Craig to lead him toward his bedroom. As they moved they stopped many times to steal kisses, and somewhere along the way David's shirt had been unbuttoned. Feeling Craig's hands moving over his bare skin sent ripples of desire through him. As they finally entered the room David pulled Craig close working at the last of the buttons on his shirt as they kissed one another breathless again. Finally getting the shirt open David pushed it from Craig's shoulders and shrugged out of his own. "God you're beautiful, Craig," he whispered as his teeth teased Craig's earlobe.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” Craig murmured, closing his eyes and giving himself over to the sensation of being held and teased so gently. A shiver trailed down his spine as his lover teased his earlobe, and Craig wrapped his arms around broad shoulders, sucking on the smooth skin at the juncture of David’s neck and shoulder. He continued marking him, stopping only to soothe and kiss the reddened area, as one hand snaked between them to nimbly unfasten David’s pants. He could feel the rigid column of flesh against his hip, and felt his own arousal begin to ache as his hips unconsciously moved against his lover. Without even waiting for the pants to fall to the ground, Craig’s fingers reached down and wrapped around David’s length, causing a soft sigh of longing to fall from Craig’s lips even as he continued to nibble and suck at the reddened skin beneath his lips.
David shivered as Craig sucked on his neck smiling to himself and wondering why he was so pleased that Craig was marking him. His hands moved along warm skin, down to the small of Craig's back and then circled around to his belt. Before his fingers could finish fumbling with the belt he felt nimble fingers unzip his pants. He moaned as a warm hand wrapped around him and couldn't help thrusting into the tight grip. He finally managed to slip Craig's belt free and quickly opened his jeans, pushing the material down over a firm rounded ass. His fingers trailed over the smooth skin and then his hand wrapped around the thick length stroking slowly. "God, I don't remember ever wanting anyone like this, ever," he murmured as he maneuvered them back toward the bed. Finding Craig's lips again he kissed him deeply as he stepped out of his shoes and out of his pants. "Lay down for me, Craig," he whispered.
Breathing raggedly, Craig toed off his shoes and clung to David as he stepped out of his jeans. A low moan escaped from his lips each time David’s hand moved over his arousal, and he could barely find his voice. He was hard and aching, and he too, had never in his life wanted to make love to anyone as much as he wanted David at this moment. His breath hitched in his throat and he laid back on the bed, regretfully releasing his hold on the thick column of flesh in his hand. He merely stared up at David, caught up in the moment and completely enthralled by him. He leaned up and let his hands trail lightly over David’s skin, brushing over a hard nipple, a firm stomach, then lower, finally caressing the heavy sack that hung low and heavy between his legs. “God, David,” he murmured. “I want you.”
David sucked in a breath as Craig's hands moved over him. Settling on his knees between Craig's legs he dipped his head forward and licked and sucked at a taut nipple and then the other as Craig writhed beneath him. Raising up he looked into Craig's eyes and smiled almost shyly. "Do...you have anything we can use?" he asked suddenly remembering that he wasn't exactly prepared for this when he'd left his house that morning. He hadn't expected to land up in Craig's bed, even though he'd dreamed of it so many times it seemed.
Craig felt sure his heart was going to simply burst through his chest, it was pounding so fast and furiously. David’s mouth was like Heaven, and it actually took Craig a moment to register his words. “Nightstand,” he murmured, leaning up and kissing a slow trail across David’s chest. He’d taken care of his own needs for so long now, he simply kept a bottle of hand lotion near the bed, never dreaming *this* would be happening, especially with David. For them to have gotten off to a less than stellar beginning, they were certainly on the right road now, Craig thought, as his arousal began to twitch and leak onto his stomach.
David leaned over and found the bottle of lotion, laying it beside them on the bed he leaned down for another kiss, finding that he couldn't seem to get enough of those incredible lips. Finally breaking away, he kissed a slow trail down Craig's body, his tongue circling and dipping into his navel before moving lower. Slowly his lips sunk around his lover's leaking arousal, tasting the proof of Craig's desire on his tongue. Taking him in until the head touched the back of his throat he relaxed and then swallowed around him. He hadn't done this very often for lover's, and found that he wanted to do this for Craig more than anything. Reaching out blindly he managed to get some of the lotion onto his fingers and slicked his own aching arousal and his fingers. Slowly a single digit circled the tight opening before slipping inside.
Craig’s hands scrambled over the bed, one finally clutching at the sheets as the other gently tangled in David’s hair. A low moan filled the room as David took him in deep, and he was almost surprised to realize that the moan came from his own lips. As the slick finger slid into his body, he felt his arousal twitch again, only to be quickly soothed and licked by his lover’s tongue. As David swallowed around him, Craig’s breath hitched and he had to concentrate on not coming undone right then and there. Caught between thrusting down onto the finger and up into the warm cavern of David’s mouth, Craig simply dug his heels into the mattress, and closed his eyes, letting his lover have full control. “More,” he whispered.
Hearing Craig's whispered pleas caused David's cock to twitch violently and he added a second finger stretching and preparing his lover. He realized in that moment that he *never* wanted to hurt Craig if he could ever help it. Finally as he felt the muscle relax around his fingers he drew back. Giving one last lick to his lover's arousal, he sat up on his knees and shifted forward, positioning himself at the tight entrance. Slowly sinking inside the tight heat, he leaned forward, bracing himself on his hands at either side of Craig's shoulders. "God, so tight," he gasped as his shaft was buried deep within his lover. Pausing he bent his head forward for a soft kiss waiting for Craig to adjust to the intrusion.
It had been over two years since Craig had slept with anyone, but the minute David was buried inside him, he knew that this wasn’t the like anything he’d ever experienced before in his life. This was not fucking, not simply having sex. It was slow and sweet and gentle and the mere fact that David held back, waiting for Craig’s body to relax around him spoke volumes. He returned the tender kiss, running his hands up and down over David’s back, and willed his body to relax. After a few long moments, he wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist, pulling him in even deeper, until he felt David’s balls resting against the curve of his ass. “Please,” he whispered softly, pulling away from the kiss and staring up into his lover’s lust-darkened eyes.
David nearly lost control completely when long legs wrapped around him and he was pulled closer, the single word ripping through him. This was completely different than anything he had ever felt before. He felt...connected to Craig on a level that was alternately frightening and exciting at the same time but as Craig moved under him he lost all train of thought. Completely consumed by desire he began to move within him, slowly at first but the pace growing and growing. He'd wanted Craig and now that he was with him he was unable to hold back. He couldn't have gone slowly if he tried. Driving his shaft deep inside his lover and brushing against his prostate, his moan echoed Craig's as tight muscles clenched around him.
Lifting his hips to meet each of David’s deep thrusts, Craig watched his lover though half lidded eyes. They moved almost as if they’d been doing this together for years, and the only sounds in the room were their soft moans and gasps for air. White stars exploded behind Craig’s eyelids, and the feeling of David moving so deep within him was the most incredible feeling he had ever known. He writhed beneath his lover, crying out softly with pleasure as David’s thick shaft moved in and out of his body, taking him completely as he’d never been taken before. “Don’t stop.”
"God, you are so beautiful, Craig," David murmured as he watched his lover beneath him. He was completely enthralled by the sight, Craig's lips were parted in a low moan and his head was thrown back in abandon. Blue eyes glittered, darkened with lust and David felt heat spreading out from deep inside himself. His thrusts continued to move harder and faster into his lover. Knowing that he wouldn't last much longer he rested his weight on one arm and took his lover's rigid shaft in his own hand, pumping him in rhythm with his deep thrusts. "Come for me, Craig. God, come *with* me," he gasped.
Craig’s head fell back on the pillow, and his entire body arched up as David’s hand wrapped around his arousal. After a moment, he leaned up, still driving his body down onto the hard shaft impaling him and up into his lover’s fist, and pressed his lips to David’s. Supporting himself with one arm, the other wound around his lover’s body, and he knew he could hold back no longer. “Now,” he murmured against the soft lips pressed against his own just before his release slammed into him. His low moan was lost in David’s mouth and he felt himself spill again and again over the fingers surrounding him, his seed spilling between and covering both their stomachs and chests. Craig pulled David closer, nuzzling and kissing his neck, and tightened his muscles around the thick shaft delving deep inside him.
As Craig leaned up and pressed his lips to his own, David lost control. Already tight muscles clamped down around him and he felt slick fluid spill over his hand as his own release slammed into him hard. Breaking the kiss with a low cry, David shuddered as Craig pulled him even closer, his hips continuing to move within him as the tight muscles milked all of his release from him. "God, Craig," he gasped against sweat slick skin. Pressing a tender kiss against Craig's temple David shifted slightly and slid from his lover's body, already regretting the loss of the tight warmth around him. Laying beside his lover he gathered in his arms and kissed him gently. "You're incredible," he whispered.
Craig snuggled closer and rested his head on David’s shoulder. His leg rested comfortably over smooth, muscled thighs and he nibbled gently on his lover’s bottom lip. “So are you,” he whispered softly. “Absolutely incredible.” Lifting one hand to gently brush the damp hair back from David’s forehead, he smiled contentedly. His fingers traveled slowly over his lover’s face, memorizing every inch, even as he fought off the sleepiness that threatened to overwhelm him. He never wanted to forget this moment, and if David wasn’t here in the morning when he awoke, and didn’t make it to the shelter again, he wanted to make sure this picture was burned into his memory forever. With a soft sigh, he curled up around David, and yawned. “You don’t hog the covers, do you?” he asked, trying to make light of the moment, still fully expecting David to sit up and think of a reason to leave.
David grinned at Craig's question, "Don't think I've ever been accused of it," he said softly. He looked beside the bed and didn't see anything to wipe them off with and he wasn't sure his legs would work if he tried to get up. Besides he liked the way Craig felt against him. Sliding down the bed he saw Craig look at him oddly but he just smiled and began to lick his lover clean. He had never in his life done anything like that and he wondered vaguely what struck him to do it now, but he stopped caring when Craig whimpered and his stomach muscles tensed under his tongue. Finishing his task he kissed Craig's stomach and then leaned up and licked the cooled fluid from his own fingers loving the way Craig's eyes darkened as he watched him. Once he was done, he pulled the covers over them both and wrapped his arm and leg possessively around Craig. Normally he preferred sleeping alone, or at least with space between himself and his bed partner but he was discovering all kinds of differences about how he felt with Craig. His mind was too tired to contemplate on the meaning of any of it as he yawned. "I'm worn out now....sweet dreams," he whispered pressing a soft kiss against Craig's temple.
Watching David as he moved over him, cleaning him gently, Craig knew he had never seen anything so erotic in his life. His breath caught in this throat and he found that he simply couldn’t take his eyes from his lover’s face. His own seed was slowly being lapped up by that incredible tongue and soft lips pressed against his stomach, making his smile even wider. David curled up around him, and Craig thought about how much he loved the way they fit together. Craig’s own arms wrapped around his lover and he snuggled close, gently kissing his lover’s forehead, then leaning over to trail his tongue over David’s lips. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, shifting to get as close as possible, then closing his eyes. //God, this feels good. Like he’s always been here. Like we’re *supposed* to be here, together.//
David smiled as Craig whispered to him and closed his eyes. He knew that something had changed...*he* had changed in some way tonight but he wasn't exactly sure what any of it meant. Maybe he'd just never had someone as open as Craig, as kind and certainly generous as a lover. Maybe that was it? He began to think that two days a week seeing him...and that only a few more weeks weren't going to be enough to get this incredible man out of his system. //Wonder if he'll think I'm completely nuts if I ask to stay longer at the shelter? He would probably think it's only because of him...and...he would be right, so would he accept it? He might. It wouldn't be for what he saw as the right reasons but...maybe just maybe he wants me in his life. I...I know I'd like to stay a while longer and that, I've never wanted before.// David drifted off to sleep holding Craig close.
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TBC
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So hot and lovely!
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Em
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We had such fun writing them.
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I'm still enjoying this. Thanks!
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But there is a thing that disturbs me, I hope you don't mind too much for giving a little criticism: Craig and David don't use condoms, they don't even talk about having safe sex. Both of them are openly gay adults and both of them had several other partners in the past. And although it's AU, the main character owns a shelter, so he must have knowledge about HIV, since lots of homeless people are infected.
*steps off soapbox and hides*
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Craig and David don't use condoms
Nope. They don't in this story because it's an AU and not set in the real world. We can add that to the header if you like. It is not set in OUR world where AIDS or HIV exist---sadly homelessness does but not those diseases and this world is accepting of alternate sex relationships. Our last story Here With Me was a similar situation, gay marriage was legal in that world, they did not use condoms either because they didn't need to...but in other stories they have that we have written. It depends on the story and the "world" we create when we write it.
Hope that makes sense. :)
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I guess it stuck with us when we wrote this one but condoms are a big issue in one of our other stories we wrote. They actually have the whole discussion and even offer medical records! hehehe So it's different worlds in each of our stories. We should probably remember to add that to the header though so we don't confuse people.
Thanks for pointing it out. :) Sometimes forget folks can't read my mind. hehe
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It's wonderful to escape from harsh reality into AU now and then.