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A Different Light Chapter: 5
A Different Light Chapter: 5
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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.
NOTE: This is very AU, in a world where homosexuality is easily accepted, and there are no worries about STD's. We do address these issues in other stories, but not this one. :)
//Indicate thoughts
David had been asleep with his arms curled around Craig, their bodies pressed close together and his lips mere inches from the back of his lover's neck when he heard a sound that startled him awake. He rolled his eyes and sighed when his cell phone rang again. Used to waking to the sound, he tried to get out of bed as carefully as possible not to wake Craig and as quickly as possible to get to his phone for the same reason. Searching the room for a moment he finally found his pants and answered the phone. As he pushed the button he looked back at the bed wonderingly. //I've never done that before...slept all night so close to someone.//
"Hello? Dom...gezz what time is it? God, I need to set up some sort of rule about not calling me before 8am on weekends or something. Yeah, well it bothers me now. What is it?" David asked into the phone and moving away from Craig's bed not wanting to wake him if the call hadn't already.
"Shit...isn't it two in the morning there? Well excuse me one in the morning. I can't be expected to get it right when I just woke up. Yes I do sleep, thanks," David said into the phone as he stood at the window looking out. "Does it have to be now? Can't Marton handle it? Oh...specifically asking for me. Well I'm not at home...and no it is not your business you little busy body. Look it'll take me a bit of time to get down to the office. Tell them I'll be there with plenty of time before the NSX opens. No it isn't a PR disaster, nothing opens there for what five more hours? I know. Yeah well he'll live, yes, it won't be an issue. I don't know why he's so worried. It won't stop the merger...did you tell him that? Fine...I know you know how to do your job, Dom. I wasn't saying that, it's just such a non-concern. Well he should learn to take some time off," David frowned as Dom said, "You don't."
Looking back at the bed where Craig slept he smiled, "I do...for the right reasons. I'll be in soon, Dom. If I'm not there by 10am start without me and I'll get there as soon as I can."
Craig had woken up twice during the night, both times completely shocked to find that he wasn’t alone, and doubly surprised when he remembered who shared his bed with him. David. With a content smile, he’d curled back up to his lover and drifted off to sleep again almost at once, relaxing completely when David had held him close and murmured his name in his sleep.
His eyebrows furrowed as the phone rang, and he murmured fretfully as David gently disentangled himself and slid quietly from the bed. Glancing up at the clock, his first thought, as always, was that something had happened at the shelter. A fraction of a second later, he realized that that wasn’t his phone, and that David was talking quietly on the other side of the room. Craig was facing the wall, his back suddenly seeming cold since David had moved away, yet he could feel his lover’s eyes moving over him. As David said “I do…for the right reasons,” a soft smile touched Craig’s face. He was still here, had spent the entire night, held him close, and was going to stay a while longer.
//Damn…..I wonder if I’ll have to wait until Wednesday to see him again? Or if *this*…..whatever this is…..changed anything?// Unable to keep from looking at his lover for one second longer, Craig stretched and rolled over, giving David a sleepy smile. “Morning,” he said softly, running his hands through his hair and letting his eyes run over David’s body from head to toe, finally coming back to rest on his sleep tousled hair and sparkling blue eyes. “I’m glad you stayed.”
"Good morning. I'm sorry my phone woke you up," David smiled. "And I said I would stay," he said crawling back into bed. "I will have to go in to work later but I told them not until ten so we still have a few hours if you want to go back to sleep." David snuggled next to Craig and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead. He usually wasn't like this with anyone but something about Craig just made him want to hold him, and be *with* him.
Craig’s arms wound around David’s body, holding him close, and he melted into the embrace. He would never have pegged David for one to enjoy warm embraces or to bestow gentle kisses, but he’d kissed Craig so gently on the cheek and forehead countless times since their….minor disagreement….at the shelter the day before. And Craig loved it. Loved that David *wanted* to show affection, *wanted* to touch him, to be this close to him. Nibbling playfully on his lover’s neck, Craig’s hands ran lightly over his back and shoulders. “I would like to go back to sleep, actually,” he murmured. “But first there’s something else I’d like to do….”
David smiled as Craig nibbled on his neck and warm hands moved over his skin. "Mmmm what's that?" he asked softly. Craig felt so incredible pressed up against him like that. He had never really been a 'cuddling' type before, but he just couldn't get enough of the feeling of Craig's skin against his own. On one level it made him feel infinitely happy and on another it scared the hell out of him.
“Well,” Craig grinned as his hand trailed down to rest between David’s legs, “it involves you, some of that lotion from last night, and….” His hand teased the semi-erect organ that rested against his lover’s thigh. “And this….it definitely involves this as well.” His own arousal began to swell even as David’s thickened and hardened in his hand almost immediately. “So, I think we have everything we need,” he murmured, kissing a long, slow trail up to David’s face and pressing their lips together gently. “I want to know what it’s like to be inside you this time though.”
David smiled as Craig teased him, even as he gasped softly arching into the touch. Once Craig's lips moved up his chest to his own lips and he whispered what he wanted David swallowed hard. "God, yes, I'd like to feel that too," he whispered. It had been a while since he'd done that, but he wanted it with Craig. He wanted to have Craig in every way possible, and wanted to give himself to him in every way as well. *That* was something he'd never really wanted with others. Not in that way yet it seemed *right* with Craig. Reaching behind him, David grabbed the bottle of lotion from the nightstand and held it up to Craig with a smile.
Craig laughed and reached for the lotion in David’s hand, making a mental note to buy real lube….*if* it looked like David would be coming back after today. //God, I hope he does. I hope he can at least give me a chance to try and prove that we *can* work.// Quickly slicking his fingers, he stretched out next to his lover, and let his hand trail slowly over David’s body, stopping to gently cup his balls and knead them between his thumb and forefinger for long moments. He moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to perfect lips even as he watched blue eyes turn dark with lust. As David’s legs fell apart, Craig let his fingers trail down to slide over his entrance, slicking it thoroughly from end to end, then carefully slid his finger past the tight guardian muscle until his knuckles rested against his lover’s body. He began moving the digit in and out of tight heat, stretching and preparing him for more, then gently added a second finger, watching David’s eyes and placing soft kisses to his lips as his fingers continued to scissor and twist.
David watched as Craig moved over him and as his hand caressed him he gasped. His lover moved in for a soft kiss and he found himself unable to stop watching Craig. Relaxing under his touch he felt slick fingers slide against him and he sucked in a breath as a single digit slid fully inside him. Unable to control himself he pressed his hips down slightly against the questing finger and was surprised to realize the soft whimper he heard was his own. Biting his bottom lip he watched Craig for long moments, staring into his eyes and feeling himself relax even more. "Please....God, Craig, please," he begged shamelessly, needing to feel his lover inside him.
Craig saw the need in David’s eyes that he knew mirrored his own. He gently pulled his fingers from his lover’s body and added more lotion to his hand as he moved to sit between David’s widespread legs. The sight before him completely took his breath away. His heart jumped, and he simply stared at the man before him, thinking that he was simply the most beautiful thing he ever seen in his life. His arousal began to drip onto the sheet, causing him to shake his head and try to clear his mind. Quickly slicking himself, he pressed the swollen head of his cock to David’s entrance and eased himself inside, stopping only when he was buried to the hilt in tight heat. A low, ragged moan fell from his lips and he leaned forward to bury his face in his lover’s neck, closing his eyes and feeling David’s body adjust around him. “God, David,” he whispered, “you feel even better than I dreamed you would.” He pulled back to gaze into his lover’s eyes. “And I’ll be honest…I’ve dreamed about this since the second I laid eyes on you.”
David moaned softly as Craig's fingers slipped from his body, already missing the feeling, but knowing he wouldn't have to wait much longer to feel his lover inside him for the first time. When Craig began to press inside him he dragged in a ragged breath and felt his own cock twitch as Craig moaned. The feel of Craig buried inside him and draped over him whispering against his neck was amazing. "I've dreamed about you too," David admitted reaching up and trailing his hand through Craig's unruly dark hair. He couldn't remember a time he'd ever felt this...complete. Staring up into Craig's eyes his heart skipped a beat and he leaned up to capture perfect lips in a deep kiss. Drawing away breathlessly he wrapped his legs around his lover. "Please, Craig," he whispered shifting his hips.
Craig nodded and took a deep breath, knowing that he could easily come undone just like this, simply from the look of raw need in his lover’s eyes and the feel of being completely surrounded by the exquisitely tight and clenching passage. Placing one arm on each side of David’s body, he leaned up and began to move, pulling back until he was almost free of the gripping channel, then thrusting forward, burying himself as deeply as he possibly could, pausing, then drawing back to start all over once more. He moved within his lover for long moments, leaning all his body weight on one arm as the other hand moved up to tenderly cradle David’s face and trail over his lips. He could so easily get lost in those eyes, so easily forget all the reasons this relationship wouldn’t work, and simply forget everything and every one else in the world.
David moaned and ran his hands down Craig's back, mapping each contour and committing it to memory. His breath caught in his throat as Craig stared down into his eyes, gentle fingers moving over his face. Pressing his lips forward against the gentle fingers he couldn't believe the incredible feeling of tenderness and warmth. Never had anyone made him feel like this...like he was treasured. Moving under his lover as the hard shaft moved deep within him, David moaned. "God, Craig," he spoke in a breathy voice that he barely recognized as his own.
Craig slid both arms underneath David’s shoulders and leaned back, bringing his lover with him, until they were chest to chest, and Craig had only to thrust upwards to bury himself in tight heat again. His own body was overwhelmed with sensation, and the one tiny part of his brain that could still think was completely enthralled with David, with his every look, every murmur, every movement. Resting his head on his lover’s chest, Craig held him close with one arm around his waist as his free hand slid between them to wrap around David’s arousal, which was already slick with his own juices. Each thrust was deeper than the last, and they became more and more erratic. “Come for me, please, David,” he whimpered, knowing that his own release would slam into him in only seconds. “Please….”
David gasped as Craig pulled him up until their sweat slick skin of their chests pressed together. He could feel Craig's heart beating rapidly against his chest in a rhythm that matched his own. Holding onto his lover tightly his mouth moved over the smooth skin of Craig's neck, sucking and nipping gently. When a warm hand wrapped around his aching arousal he tossed his head back and moaned deeply thrusting his hips downward impaling himself on the thick shaft buried within him and then thrust up into the hand surrounding him. He wasn't going to last long like this, every touch, every breathless moan from his lover's lips were driving him closer and closer to the edge. As Craig's words filtered through his mind he cried out, his muscles contracting as his release crashed into him.
Slick, hot fluid covered Craig’s fingers as David’s body clenched around him, and he was utterly lost. He thrust up one final time, burying himself deep inside his lover and felt his cock jerk and spill within the tight heat. His release pulsed from his body in great jets, coating the inside of the tight channel surrounding him, and he clung to his lover desperately. His soft cries were muffled against David’s chest and Craig wrapped both arms around him, holding him close as they both trembled in the wake of their release. He felt boneless and weak, unable to even find his voice, as he gasped for air and felt his heart pounding in his chest. “I….David….I……My God,” he managed. “That was…..” His voice trailed off and he was at a lost for words to describe what they’d just shared.
David clung to Craig as he shuddered, riding out his release and then as he felt his lover's shaft pulse his release inside him he moaned pressing his lips to Craig's neck. He simply wrapped himself more fully around Craig and held on as they trembled together. He didn't remember a time he had ever felt anything so powerful. He nodded as Craig tried to speak and pulled back kissing him gently. After long moments he felt Craig slip from inside him and he immediately missed the feeling of his lover buried within him. Slowly Craig lowered him back to the bed and wrapped around him. They lay trying to catch their breath and David tangled his fingers with Craig's drawing them up to his lips and kissing them softly. "That...God, Craig, you're amazing," he whispered unsure how to describe what he felt.
Smiling as David kissed his fingers so tenderly, Craig watched him for a moment, trying to decide if he should say the words that were on his mind. He wasn’t one to hold back what he was feeling, but he didn’t want to scare his lover away, especially since he knew before he ever asked David inside that David wasn’t looking for a relationship…that he didn’t *do* relationships. But the words slipped out almost before he knew it. “Maybe it’s just that we’re amazing together,” he said softly, closing his eyes holding his breath, not wanting to see the look on his lover’s face. He stayed perfectly still, waiting for David to pull away, or push him away, or laugh or….or something.
David stared at Craig a moment taking in his worried look and tugged him closer. "Hey. It *was* amazing...for both of us it seems," he smiled softly. "I...I like you Craig...I know it's not some big declaration or anything but I rarely even get to that stage of really liking someone I'm attracted to. I know...I know I said I don't do the whole relationship thing because quite frankly I suck at it. But...if you can put up with me, I'd like to try. I dunno...I just don't like the thought of my life right now without you in it. Does that make sense? Hell...I'm probably fucking this up entirely but...if...if I came back after my meeting...would you want that? Would you want to go to dinner with me again?" David asked feeling more nervous than he'd ever felt in his entire life.
Craig slowly lifted his head and stared at David. He was almost convinced he was hearing things, especially when he heard ‘I just don't like the thought of my life right now without you in it.’ Moving up to place one hand on each side of his lover’s face, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth and simply stared at David for a moment. //He looks as nervous as I feel!// His eyes sparkled and Craig felt happier than he’d remembered feeling in years. “I would love nothing more than to go to dinner with you,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss to already kiss swollen lips. “It makes perfect sense….all of it. I like you too. Very, very much. More than I’ve liked anyone in a long time, and I think I can probably put up with you if you can put up with me as well. Does *that* make sense?”
David smiled and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Yes, it does. We have a lot of differences...but I think that is part of why I like you. You don't think of things the exact same way I do. You...challenge me, intellectually among other things. I'd...I'd like to see where this goes," he whispered. He settled back into the pillow and wrapped his arms tighter around Craig for a few moments before he heard his cell phone ring again. Rolling his eyes he looked up at Craig. "I should have turned it off," he complained reaching toward the nightstand and picking it up. "Dom, I swear I'm going to hang you off the 25th floor by your undershorts if you call me before noon on a Sunday ever again," he growled into the phone and grinned as Craig laughed beside him.
~~~
David stepped under the spray of the shower and sighed contentedly. Leaning a hand against the wall he stared at the water going down the drain and thought about the past twenty-four hours.
He'd been jealous! Jealousy, a feeling he'd never experienced before, though it had been unfounded it had led to the most incredible kiss he'd ever shared with anyone. Then a dinner date that was probably the most enjoyable he ever had as well. Craig was quite simply amazing.
Last night and this morning had been the best sex he had ever experienced. It was as if they knew exactly what the other wanted, what they needed. Rinsing his hair, he thought about the fact he had actually cuddled, and held Craig close. Not just last night after, but all night. This morning when Dom called the second time Craig had tried to get up but David had kept his arm around him and threw his leg over him possessively holding him in place next to him. Why he did that he had no idea. He just knew he didn't want Craig to move away from him.
Now he wanted to see him again, had told him honestly that he wants Craig in his life. Recalling his past relationships he knew he'd never felt like this with any of them.
As he toweled off he looked in the mirror and shook his head. //I want to make Craig happy. It seems such an odd statement for me. When have I ever cared about such things? I feel like I'm already in over my head but there's no way in hell I can possibly pull back. He makes me laugh, challenges me, engages me on every level. If I believed in love I'd think that I was starting to fall for him....but I don't. We'll enjoy each other and have incredible sex for a while if last night and this morning were any indication, and then that'll be it. Not like either of us were looking for or expecting more were we?//
Dressing in his jeans from the night before and one of Craig's dress shirts he walked out to the kitchen and found Craig singing at the stove while he cooked. Stepping up behind him, David's arms slid around his waist.
"That smells good," he whispered nibbling on the back of Craig's neck.
Craig grinned and put the spatula down as he leaned back into David’s embrace. When they’d finally managed to make it out of bed, he’d debated on whether he should join his lover in the shower, or make them both some breakfast. They’d worked up quite an appetite during the night and morning, and he’d come to the conclusion that if he actually got in the shower, David would never make it to his office in time, or would have a very bad hunger-headache at the very least.
He realized he had no idea what David would like, so he’d settled on omelets. As he’d begun slicing the ham and onions, he knew he was grinning like an idiot, but couldn’t seem to stop. His lips still tingled from David’s kisses, and his body was relaxed and even slightly sore, in a very, very good way, from their night of lovemaking. It had been so long since he’d been with anyone, but taking David into his bed had simply felt right. Craig had always been very particular about who he’d slept with, always wanting to make sure his relationships were about more than sex, that he and his partner had something else in common, that they could laugh with each other, enjoy each other’s company, and be there for each other when they needed to be. But with David….//God, with David, I’m going about this all wrong. I don’t want just sex, but I can’t seem to keep my hands off him. I want so much more….I only hope that he does too…or, if he doesn’t that one day he will.//
His lover’s words raced through his mind. ‘I don’t *do* relationships.’ ‘I just don't like the thought of my life right now without you in it.’ ‘It probably isn't the smartest thing for us to do this.‘ ‘I do...for the right reasons.’ ‘If you can put up with me, I’d like to try.’ //I’d like to try too, David. I’d like to try to have it all with you, for the first time in my life.//
Determined that he would make David see that they *could* work, Craig’s eyes had sparkled and his heart felt lighter. Before he even knew it, he was singing loudly as he stirred the eggs, singing to no one in particular, and feeling happy and more content that he’d felt in years. It would be so very easy to fall in love with David – hell, he was halfway there already. He still wasn’t sure if David could fall in love with him, but if there was the slightest chance, he was willing to take that leap of faith.
As strong arms wrapped around him, Craig leaned back and placed a soft kiss to his lover’s cheek. “Hmmm,” he grinned. “It does smell good. But you smell much, much better.” Turning in David’s embrace, he turned off the stove and wrapped his arms around his lover, staring up into glittering blue eyes. “You smell simply delicious, as a matter of fact.”
David laughed, "Do I now?" he grinned enjoying the way Craig's eyes were sparkling. Leaning forward he pressed a soft kiss against Craig's lips. "I don't think I've ever done this you know," David said stepping back and taking the plates and silverware laid out on the counter beside Craig. He honestly had never stayed for breakfast before. Not even the times he did stay the night with someone, and he felt quite sure if Dom hadn't called that he would have tried to persuade Craig to stay in bed until mid afternoon. Realizing how different that was for him he stood beside the table for a moment before finally setting the plates and silverware on it.
Craig carried the pan to the table, dividing up the omelet onto two plates, automatically giving David the larger portion. At the shelter, he’d gotten used to eating whatever was leftover, and he simply liked to take care of people…and he found that even if it hadn’t become second nature, he enjoyed taking care of David. Enjoyed it immensely, in fact. He sat the pan back on the stove and took a moment to take in the sight of his lover wearing one of Craig’s favorite shirts. //God, I could get used to this so easily.// Standing beside his lover, he rested his hand on David’s lower back and let his fingers rub in small, soothing circles. “You’ve never done what?” he asked with a smile. “Ate omelets for breakfast? Or set the table? Or heard anyone sing as appallingly as you just heard me when you walked in?”
David laughed, "Your singing was just fine...I," David trailed off and turned slightly taking Craig's hand in his. "This...having breakfast with...well...actually the last twenty-four hours have been filled with quite a few firsts for me. In a really good way," he said squeezing his fingers gently. He was still feeling a bit shocked about it all really. No one had made him *want* to stay for breakfast, much less anything else.
Craig could see that David was serious…this *was* all new and different to him. Squeezing his lover’s fingers in return, he leaned in and pressed their lips together. “Well, I’m glad you wanted to stay and have breakfast,” he said honestly. “And I’m glad you want to share all this with me. I hope we have a lot more firsts to share with each other.”
David returned the kiss and smiled as Craig sat down. "Thank you for making this by the way," he said taking a bite. "I honestly wished that I could stay longer, but unfortunately there is an investor on the other side of the world who seems to think that his entire world will end when the stock exchange opens in a few hours there," David said nearly rolling his eyes. "So you said you'd go out to dinner with me tonight...where do you want to go?"
Laughing, Craig began to pick at his food, unable to take his eyes off David. “I picked last night,” he smiled. “So you get to chose tonight. Anywhere you like. I’ll be going back to the shelter, so maybe you can pick me up there?” He almost added that he could bring some extra clothes and spend the night again, but was afraid that would really scare the hell out of David. But last night….God, last night was perfect. Every single minute. And waking up in David’s arms, warm and cozy and relaxed…..he wanted that again. Wanted that very, very much.
David considered for a moment and nodded. "All right, then I'll pick you up at the shelter. I'll probably come back there after my meeting. And I need to go by my place for a few minutes," he said reaching into his pocket for a pen and grabbing one of the paper napkins on the table. "You've got my work number, and my cell, but I haven't given you my home number and address," he said jotting the information down. "In case you ever need it." He thought about what he might want to do that night, and hoped that Craig would agree.
Craig’s mouth fell open before he closed it with a snap. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he kept expecting David to disappear. And here he was, giving him his home number and address, and actually planning on spending time with him this evening. Craig knew enough about David from the newspapers and the news to know that he was a very private man. Taking the napkin with a hand that only shook a little, he laid it carefully on the end of the table, already committing the numbers to memory. He hoped he’d be calling David a lot in the future…and that David would be calling, and visiting, him as well. “Thanks,” he smiled. “I…I know you probably don’t give this out very often. I….thanks.”
David smiled, "I don't spend a lot of time at home, but when I get the chance I try and make the most of it," he said softly. "I better go though, or Dom will be calling again," he said standing up and carrying his plate to the sink. Setting it on the counter there he looked at Craig for a moment considering how to word what he wanted to say. "You might want to pack an overnight bag. The plans I'm thinking for tonight might just require it," he said hoping that Craig wouldn't question him too much. He wanted tonight to be a bit of a surprise. He'd never wanted to do this with anyone before, but Craig was...special.
Craig felt as if a million butterflies had been set free in his stomach. //An overnight bag? As in over *night*? As in….all night long?// The ridiculous strains of Lionel’s Richie singing the lyrics to ‘All Night Long’ rang through his head and he mentally rolled his eyes at himself. He stood up and smiled at his lover, sure that David could hear his heart pounding furiously. “I….Sure. I’ll pack an overnight bag, no problem,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’ll be…..looking forward to seeing you.” Walking over and wrapping both arms around David, he gave him a quick hug and thought that his shirt had never looked as good as it did right now. He leaned up and licked at his lover’s lips and smiled. “So….I’ll see you at the shelter in a few hours then?”
David smiled as Craig wrapped his arms around him, and circled his own around his lover. "In a few hours," he whispered against perfect lips before kissing him gently. "Do you need a ride to the shelter?" David asked worriedly. He didn't care if Craig *had* walked to work before, he wasn't comfortable with the idea. Even the best neighborhoods in New York could be dangerous.
As much as Craig wanted to spend those few extra minutes with David, he still needed to shower and change clothes, and knew David needed to be on his way. “I’ll just walk, but thanks for offering,” he said softly, resting his head on David’s chest and closing his eyes as he breathed in the scent of his lover. “I’m not really ready yet, and besides….I have a bag to pack.” A light blush colored his cheeks and his smile was lost in the folds of his own shirt as he thought of the evening ahead.
David frowned and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Craig's head. "How long will it take you? I'll call a cab or something...really I know you've probably walked hundreds of times before but...it makes me...nervous. Will you let me do that, please?" David asked hoping Craig would agree. He didn't know why he was so infinitely bothered by the idea of him walking alone to the shelter but he was.
Craig started to protest, but as he looked up into David’s eyes, he could see that this was important to him. //It makes him nervous? He really cares that much?// “I….Sure,” he smiled. “I’ll take a cab if it’ll make you feel better. I promise. Thanks for….for caring.” He ran his fingers through David’s hair, gently tucking a few strands behind his ears, and stared at him for a moment. His fingertips ran over the smooth skin of his lover’s face and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “I mean that. I’m…touched that you’re worried. It means a lot.”
David looked into Craig's eyes and was unable to grasp why he was worried about Craig, just that he was. "I know it probably seems silly...but thank you. It *will* make me feel better. Especially since I'd really rather drive you myself," he said softly. Leaning forward he pressed a soft kiss against Craig's lips that quickly turned from tender to much more and he was seriously debating telling his entire board to just handle this themselves. After long moments he drew way and smiled sadly. "I really have to go," he whispered but yet again pressed his lips to Craig's. "Really, have to," he whispered again finally finding enough willpower to draw away from his lover. He'd never done this, been like *this* he didn't *want* to go to work...that was a completely new feeling for him.
Craig reluctantly released David from his embrace and sighed. “I know,” he said softly, unable to resist a few final kisses along the side of his lover’s neck. He was actually having a hard time letting David walk out the door. “I’ll be looking forward to seeing you again this afternoon.” They walked arm in arm toward the door and Craig found for the first time in years, he dreaded going to the shelter. “Be careful,” he added softly, almost letting the word ‘sweetheart’ slide from his lips before he caught himself. //I don’t think he’s ready for *that* yet, but, damn, it just feels so natural.// “Hope your meeting goes well.”
"I will. You have a good day at the shelter," David said softly, "See you this afternoon," he whispered pressing another soft kiss against Craig's lips before turning to open the door. He'd never had a hard time leaving like this before either. He had somewhere he needed to be, yet he wanted to stay right here in Craig's little house with his arms wrapped around him. As he made his way to his car, David felt like something seemed to be missing...like the last piece of a puzzle was missing. Shrugging to himself he got into his car and pulled out of the drive giving one last glance at the little white house before heading across town to his office. He hadn't driven half a block when his cell phone rang. "For God's sake Dom, I'll *be* there!" he growled into the phone before the young man had gotten two words out.
Watching as David’s car drove around the corner, Craig waved until it was out of sight, then rested against the doorjamb with a content smile on his face. After a moment, he shut the front door, bypassed the kitchen, and went to his bedroom, where he sat in the edge of the bed and held David’s pillow close. //God help me, I’m falling in love with him. I know I shouldn’t, and I know he isn’t, but I can’t help it. I’m not sure I’d want to even if I could.// After a few minutes, he stood, placed the pillow back on the bed, and headed toward the shower. It was going to be good day. After waking up in David’s arms and spending the morning with him, and having the evening to look forward to, how could it be otherwise?
~~~
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
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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.
NOTE: This is very AU, in a world where homosexuality is easily accepted, and there are no worries about STD's. We do address these issues in other stories, but not this one. :)
//Indicate thoughts
David had been asleep with his arms curled around Craig, their bodies pressed close together and his lips mere inches from the back of his lover's neck when he heard a sound that startled him awake. He rolled his eyes and sighed when his cell phone rang again. Used to waking to the sound, he tried to get out of bed as carefully as possible not to wake Craig and as quickly as possible to get to his phone for the same reason. Searching the room for a moment he finally found his pants and answered the phone. As he pushed the button he looked back at the bed wonderingly. //I've never done that before...slept all night so close to someone.//
"Hello? Dom...gezz what time is it? God, I need to set up some sort of rule about not calling me before 8am on weekends or something. Yeah, well it bothers me now. What is it?" David asked into the phone and moving away from Craig's bed not wanting to wake him if the call hadn't already.
"Shit...isn't it two in the morning there? Well excuse me one in the morning. I can't be expected to get it right when I just woke up. Yes I do sleep, thanks," David said into the phone as he stood at the window looking out. "Does it have to be now? Can't Marton handle it? Oh...specifically asking for me. Well I'm not at home...and no it is not your business you little busy body. Look it'll take me a bit of time to get down to the office. Tell them I'll be there with plenty of time before the NSX opens. No it isn't a PR disaster, nothing opens there for what five more hours? I know. Yeah well he'll live, yes, it won't be an issue. I don't know why he's so worried. It won't stop the merger...did you tell him that? Fine...I know you know how to do your job, Dom. I wasn't saying that, it's just such a non-concern. Well he should learn to take some time off," David frowned as Dom said, "You don't."
Looking back at the bed where Craig slept he smiled, "I do...for the right reasons. I'll be in soon, Dom. If I'm not there by 10am start without me and I'll get there as soon as I can."
Craig had woken up twice during the night, both times completely shocked to find that he wasn’t alone, and doubly surprised when he remembered who shared his bed with him. David. With a content smile, he’d curled back up to his lover and drifted off to sleep again almost at once, relaxing completely when David had held him close and murmured his name in his sleep.
His eyebrows furrowed as the phone rang, and he murmured fretfully as David gently disentangled himself and slid quietly from the bed. Glancing up at the clock, his first thought, as always, was that something had happened at the shelter. A fraction of a second later, he realized that that wasn’t his phone, and that David was talking quietly on the other side of the room. Craig was facing the wall, his back suddenly seeming cold since David had moved away, yet he could feel his lover’s eyes moving over him. As David said “I do…for the right reasons,” a soft smile touched Craig’s face. He was still here, had spent the entire night, held him close, and was going to stay a while longer.
//Damn…..I wonder if I’ll have to wait until Wednesday to see him again? Or if *this*…..whatever this is…..changed anything?// Unable to keep from looking at his lover for one second longer, Craig stretched and rolled over, giving David a sleepy smile. “Morning,” he said softly, running his hands through his hair and letting his eyes run over David’s body from head to toe, finally coming back to rest on his sleep tousled hair and sparkling blue eyes. “I’m glad you stayed.”
"Good morning. I'm sorry my phone woke you up," David smiled. "And I said I would stay," he said crawling back into bed. "I will have to go in to work later but I told them not until ten so we still have a few hours if you want to go back to sleep." David snuggled next to Craig and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead. He usually wasn't like this with anyone but something about Craig just made him want to hold him, and be *with* him.
Craig’s arms wound around David’s body, holding him close, and he melted into the embrace. He would never have pegged David for one to enjoy warm embraces or to bestow gentle kisses, but he’d kissed Craig so gently on the cheek and forehead countless times since their….minor disagreement….at the shelter the day before. And Craig loved it. Loved that David *wanted* to show affection, *wanted* to touch him, to be this close to him. Nibbling playfully on his lover’s neck, Craig’s hands ran lightly over his back and shoulders. “I would like to go back to sleep, actually,” he murmured. “But first there’s something else I’d like to do….”
David smiled as Craig nibbled on his neck and warm hands moved over his skin. "Mmmm what's that?" he asked softly. Craig felt so incredible pressed up against him like that. He had never really been a 'cuddling' type before, but he just couldn't get enough of the feeling of Craig's skin against his own. On one level it made him feel infinitely happy and on another it scared the hell out of him.
“Well,” Craig grinned as his hand trailed down to rest between David’s legs, “it involves you, some of that lotion from last night, and….” His hand teased the semi-erect organ that rested against his lover’s thigh. “And this….it definitely involves this as well.” His own arousal began to swell even as David’s thickened and hardened in his hand almost immediately. “So, I think we have everything we need,” he murmured, kissing a long, slow trail up to David’s face and pressing their lips together gently. “I want to know what it’s like to be inside you this time though.”
David smiled as Craig teased him, even as he gasped softly arching into the touch. Once Craig's lips moved up his chest to his own lips and he whispered what he wanted David swallowed hard. "God, yes, I'd like to feel that too," he whispered. It had been a while since he'd done that, but he wanted it with Craig. He wanted to have Craig in every way possible, and wanted to give himself to him in every way as well. *That* was something he'd never really wanted with others. Not in that way yet it seemed *right* with Craig. Reaching behind him, David grabbed the bottle of lotion from the nightstand and held it up to Craig with a smile.
Craig laughed and reached for the lotion in David’s hand, making a mental note to buy real lube….*if* it looked like David would be coming back after today. //God, I hope he does. I hope he can at least give me a chance to try and prove that we *can* work.// Quickly slicking his fingers, he stretched out next to his lover, and let his hand trail slowly over David’s body, stopping to gently cup his balls and knead them between his thumb and forefinger for long moments. He moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to perfect lips even as he watched blue eyes turn dark with lust. As David’s legs fell apart, Craig let his fingers trail down to slide over his entrance, slicking it thoroughly from end to end, then carefully slid his finger past the tight guardian muscle until his knuckles rested against his lover’s body. He began moving the digit in and out of tight heat, stretching and preparing him for more, then gently added a second finger, watching David’s eyes and placing soft kisses to his lips as his fingers continued to scissor and twist.
David watched as Craig moved over him and as his hand caressed him he gasped. His lover moved in for a soft kiss and he found himself unable to stop watching Craig. Relaxing under his touch he felt slick fingers slide against him and he sucked in a breath as a single digit slid fully inside him. Unable to control himself he pressed his hips down slightly against the questing finger and was surprised to realize the soft whimper he heard was his own. Biting his bottom lip he watched Craig for long moments, staring into his eyes and feeling himself relax even more. "Please....God, Craig, please," he begged shamelessly, needing to feel his lover inside him.
Craig saw the need in David’s eyes that he knew mirrored his own. He gently pulled his fingers from his lover’s body and added more lotion to his hand as he moved to sit between David’s widespread legs. The sight before him completely took his breath away. His heart jumped, and he simply stared at the man before him, thinking that he was simply the most beautiful thing he ever seen in his life. His arousal began to drip onto the sheet, causing him to shake his head and try to clear his mind. Quickly slicking himself, he pressed the swollen head of his cock to David’s entrance and eased himself inside, stopping only when he was buried to the hilt in tight heat. A low, ragged moan fell from his lips and he leaned forward to bury his face in his lover’s neck, closing his eyes and feeling David’s body adjust around him. “God, David,” he whispered, “you feel even better than I dreamed you would.” He pulled back to gaze into his lover’s eyes. “And I’ll be honest…I’ve dreamed about this since the second I laid eyes on you.”
David moaned softly as Craig's fingers slipped from his body, already missing the feeling, but knowing he wouldn't have to wait much longer to feel his lover inside him for the first time. When Craig began to press inside him he dragged in a ragged breath and felt his own cock twitch as Craig moaned. The feel of Craig buried inside him and draped over him whispering against his neck was amazing. "I've dreamed about you too," David admitted reaching up and trailing his hand through Craig's unruly dark hair. He couldn't remember a time he'd ever felt this...complete. Staring up into Craig's eyes his heart skipped a beat and he leaned up to capture perfect lips in a deep kiss. Drawing away breathlessly he wrapped his legs around his lover. "Please, Craig," he whispered shifting his hips.
Craig nodded and took a deep breath, knowing that he could easily come undone just like this, simply from the look of raw need in his lover’s eyes and the feel of being completely surrounded by the exquisitely tight and clenching passage. Placing one arm on each side of David’s body, he leaned up and began to move, pulling back until he was almost free of the gripping channel, then thrusting forward, burying himself as deeply as he possibly could, pausing, then drawing back to start all over once more. He moved within his lover for long moments, leaning all his body weight on one arm as the other hand moved up to tenderly cradle David’s face and trail over his lips. He could so easily get lost in those eyes, so easily forget all the reasons this relationship wouldn’t work, and simply forget everything and every one else in the world.
David moaned and ran his hands down Craig's back, mapping each contour and committing it to memory. His breath caught in his throat as Craig stared down into his eyes, gentle fingers moving over his face. Pressing his lips forward against the gentle fingers he couldn't believe the incredible feeling of tenderness and warmth. Never had anyone made him feel like this...like he was treasured. Moving under his lover as the hard shaft moved deep within him, David moaned. "God, Craig," he spoke in a breathy voice that he barely recognized as his own.
Craig slid both arms underneath David’s shoulders and leaned back, bringing his lover with him, until they were chest to chest, and Craig had only to thrust upwards to bury himself in tight heat again. His own body was overwhelmed with sensation, and the one tiny part of his brain that could still think was completely enthralled with David, with his every look, every murmur, every movement. Resting his head on his lover’s chest, Craig held him close with one arm around his waist as his free hand slid between them to wrap around David’s arousal, which was already slick with his own juices. Each thrust was deeper than the last, and they became more and more erratic. “Come for me, please, David,” he whimpered, knowing that his own release would slam into him in only seconds. “Please….”
David gasped as Craig pulled him up until their sweat slick skin of their chests pressed together. He could feel Craig's heart beating rapidly against his chest in a rhythm that matched his own. Holding onto his lover tightly his mouth moved over the smooth skin of Craig's neck, sucking and nipping gently. When a warm hand wrapped around his aching arousal he tossed his head back and moaned deeply thrusting his hips downward impaling himself on the thick shaft buried within him and then thrust up into the hand surrounding him. He wasn't going to last long like this, every touch, every breathless moan from his lover's lips were driving him closer and closer to the edge. As Craig's words filtered through his mind he cried out, his muscles contracting as his release crashed into him.
Slick, hot fluid covered Craig’s fingers as David’s body clenched around him, and he was utterly lost. He thrust up one final time, burying himself deep inside his lover and felt his cock jerk and spill within the tight heat. His release pulsed from his body in great jets, coating the inside of the tight channel surrounding him, and he clung to his lover desperately. His soft cries were muffled against David’s chest and Craig wrapped both arms around him, holding him close as they both trembled in the wake of their release. He felt boneless and weak, unable to even find his voice, as he gasped for air and felt his heart pounding in his chest. “I….David….I……My God,” he managed. “That was…..” His voice trailed off and he was at a lost for words to describe what they’d just shared.
David clung to Craig as he shuddered, riding out his release and then as he felt his lover's shaft pulse his release inside him he moaned pressing his lips to Craig's neck. He simply wrapped himself more fully around Craig and held on as they trembled together. He didn't remember a time he had ever felt anything so powerful. He nodded as Craig tried to speak and pulled back kissing him gently. After long moments he felt Craig slip from inside him and he immediately missed the feeling of his lover buried within him. Slowly Craig lowered him back to the bed and wrapped around him. They lay trying to catch their breath and David tangled his fingers with Craig's drawing them up to his lips and kissing them softly. "That...God, Craig, you're amazing," he whispered unsure how to describe what he felt.
Smiling as David kissed his fingers so tenderly, Craig watched him for a moment, trying to decide if he should say the words that were on his mind. He wasn’t one to hold back what he was feeling, but he didn’t want to scare his lover away, especially since he knew before he ever asked David inside that David wasn’t looking for a relationship…that he didn’t *do* relationships. But the words slipped out almost before he knew it. “Maybe it’s just that we’re amazing together,” he said softly, closing his eyes holding his breath, not wanting to see the look on his lover’s face. He stayed perfectly still, waiting for David to pull away, or push him away, or laugh or….or something.
David stared at Craig a moment taking in his worried look and tugged him closer. "Hey. It *was* amazing...for both of us it seems," he smiled softly. "I...I like you Craig...I know it's not some big declaration or anything but I rarely even get to that stage of really liking someone I'm attracted to. I know...I know I said I don't do the whole relationship thing because quite frankly I suck at it. But...if you can put up with me, I'd like to try. I dunno...I just don't like the thought of my life right now without you in it. Does that make sense? Hell...I'm probably fucking this up entirely but...if...if I came back after my meeting...would you want that? Would you want to go to dinner with me again?" David asked feeling more nervous than he'd ever felt in his entire life.
Craig slowly lifted his head and stared at David. He was almost convinced he was hearing things, especially when he heard ‘I just don't like the thought of my life right now without you in it.’ Moving up to place one hand on each side of his lover’s face, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth and simply stared at David for a moment. //He looks as nervous as I feel!// His eyes sparkled and Craig felt happier than he’d remembered feeling in years. “I would love nothing more than to go to dinner with you,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss to already kiss swollen lips. “It makes perfect sense….all of it. I like you too. Very, very much. More than I’ve liked anyone in a long time, and I think I can probably put up with you if you can put up with me as well. Does *that* make sense?”
David smiled and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Yes, it does. We have a lot of differences...but I think that is part of why I like you. You don't think of things the exact same way I do. You...challenge me, intellectually among other things. I'd...I'd like to see where this goes," he whispered. He settled back into the pillow and wrapped his arms tighter around Craig for a few moments before he heard his cell phone ring again. Rolling his eyes he looked up at Craig. "I should have turned it off," he complained reaching toward the nightstand and picking it up. "Dom, I swear I'm going to hang you off the 25th floor by your undershorts if you call me before noon on a Sunday ever again," he growled into the phone and grinned as Craig laughed beside him.
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David stepped under the spray of the shower and sighed contentedly. Leaning a hand against the wall he stared at the water going down the drain and thought about the past twenty-four hours.
He'd been jealous! Jealousy, a feeling he'd never experienced before, though it had been unfounded it had led to the most incredible kiss he'd ever shared with anyone. Then a dinner date that was probably the most enjoyable he ever had as well. Craig was quite simply amazing.
Last night and this morning had been the best sex he had ever experienced. It was as if they knew exactly what the other wanted, what they needed. Rinsing his hair, he thought about the fact he had actually cuddled, and held Craig close. Not just last night after, but all night. This morning when Dom called the second time Craig had tried to get up but David had kept his arm around him and threw his leg over him possessively holding him in place next to him. Why he did that he had no idea. He just knew he didn't want Craig to move away from him.
Now he wanted to see him again, had told him honestly that he wants Craig in his life. Recalling his past relationships he knew he'd never felt like this with any of them.
As he toweled off he looked in the mirror and shook his head. //I want to make Craig happy. It seems such an odd statement for me. When have I ever cared about such things? I feel like I'm already in over my head but there's no way in hell I can possibly pull back. He makes me laugh, challenges me, engages me on every level. If I believed in love I'd think that I was starting to fall for him....but I don't. We'll enjoy each other and have incredible sex for a while if last night and this morning were any indication, and then that'll be it. Not like either of us were looking for or expecting more were we?//
Dressing in his jeans from the night before and one of Craig's dress shirts he walked out to the kitchen and found Craig singing at the stove while he cooked. Stepping up behind him, David's arms slid around his waist.
"That smells good," he whispered nibbling on the back of Craig's neck.
Craig grinned and put the spatula down as he leaned back into David’s embrace. When they’d finally managed to make it out of bed, he’d debated on whether he should join his lover in the shower, or make them both some breakfast. They’d worked up quite an appetite during the night and morning, and he’d come to the conclusion that if he actually got in the shower, David would never make it to his office in time, or would have a very bad hunger-headache at the very least.
He realized he had no idea what David would like, so he’d settled on omelets. As he’d begun slicing the ham and onions, he knew he was grinning like an idiot, but couldn’t seem to stop. His lips still tingled from David’s kisses, and his body was relaxed and even slightly sore, in a very, very good way, from their night of lovemaking. It had been so long since he’d been with anyone, but taking David into his bed had simply felt right. Craig had always been very particular about who he’d slept with, always wanting to make sure his relationships were about more than sex, that he and his partner had something else in common, that they could laugh with each other, enjoy each other’s company, and be there for each other when they needed to be. But with David….//God, with David, I’m going about this all wrong. I don’t want just sex, but I can’t seem to keep my hands off him. I want so much more….I only hope that he does too…or, if he doesn’t that one day he will.//
His lover’s words raced through his mind. ‘I don’t *do* relationships.’ ‘I just don't like the thought of my life right now without you in it.’ ‘It probably isn't the smartest thing for us to do this.‘ ‘I do...for the right reasons.’ ‘If you can put up with me, I’d like to try.’ //I’d like to try too, David. I’d like to try to have it all with you, for the first time in my life.//
Determined that he would make David see that they *could* work, Craig’s eyes had sparkled and his heart felt lighter. Before he even knew it, he was singing loudly as he stirred the eggs, singing to no one in particular, and feeling happy and more content that he’d felt in years. It would be so very easy to fall in love with David – hell, he was halfway there already. He still wasn’t sure if David could fall in love with him, but if there was the slightest chance, he was willing to take that leap of faith.
As strong arms wrapped around him, Craig leaned back and placed a soft kiss to his lover’s cheek. “Hmmm,” he grinned. “It does smell good. But you smell much, much better.” Turning in David’s embrace, he turned off the stove and wrapped his arms around his lover, staring up into glittering blue eyes. “You smell simply delicious, as a matter of fact.”
David laughed, "Do I now?" he grinned enjoying the way Craig's eyes were sparkling. Leaning forward he pressed a soft kiss against Craig's lips. "I don't think I've ever done this you know," David said stepping back and taking the plates and silverware laid out on the counter beside Craig. He honestly had never stayed for breakfast before. Not even the times he did stay the night with someone, and he felt quite sure if Dom hadn't called that he would have tried to persuade Craig to stay in bed until mid afternoon. Realizing how different that was for him he stood beside the table for a moment before finally setting the plates and silverware on it.
Craig carried the pan to the table, dividing up the omelet onto two plates, automatically giving David the larger portion. At the shelter, he’d gotten used to eating whatever was leftover, and he simply liked to take care of people…and he found that even if it hadn’t become second nature, he enjoyed taking care of David. Enjoyed it immensely, in fact. He sat the pan back on the stove and took a moment to take in the sight of his lover wearing one of Craig’s favorite shirts. //God, I could get used to this so easily.// Standing beside his lover, he rested his hand on David’s lower back and let his fingers rub in small, soothing circles. “You’ve never done what?” he asked with a smile. “Ate omelets for breakfast? Or set the table? Or heard anyone sing as appallingly as you just heard me when you walked in?”
David laughed, "Your singing was just fine...I," David trailed off and turned slightly taking Craig's hand in his. "This...having breakfast with...well...actually the last twenty-four hours have been filled with quite a few firsts for me. In a really good way," he said squeezing his fingers gently. He was still feeling a bit shocked about it all really. No one had made him *want* to stay for breakfast, much less anything else.
Craig could see that David was serious…this *was* all new and different to him. Squeezing his lover’s fingers in return, he leaned in and pressed their lips together. “Well, I’m glad you wanted to stay and have breakfast,” he said honestly. “And I’m glad you want to share all this with me. I hope we have a lot more firsts to share with each other.”
David returned the kiss and smiled as Craig sat down. "Thank you for making this by the way," he said taking a bite. "I honestly wished that I could stay longer, but unfortunately there is an investor on the other side of the world who seems to think that his entire world will end when the stock exchange opens in a few hours there," David said nearly rolling his eyes. "So you said you'd go out to dinner with me tonight...where do you want to go?"
Laughing, Craig began to pick at his food, unable to take his eyes off David. “I picked last night,” he smiled. “So you get to chose tonight. Anywhere you like. I’ll be going back to the shelter, so maybe you can pick me up there?” He almost added that he could bring some extra clothes and spend the night again, but was afraid that would really scare the hell out of David. But last night….God, last night was perfect. Every single minute. And waking up in David’s arms, warm and cozy and relaxed…..he wanted that again. Wanted that very, very much.
David considered for a moment and nodded. "All right, then I'll pick you up at the shelter. I'll probably come back there after my meeting. And I need to go by my place for a few minutes," he said reaching into his pocket for a pen and grabbing one of the paper napkins on the table. "You've got my work number, and my cell, but I haven't given you my home number and address," he said jotting the information down. "In case you ever need it." He thought about what he might want to do that night, and hoped that Craig would agree.
Craig’s mouth fell open before he closed it with a snap. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he kept expecting David to disappear. And here he was, giving him his home number and address, and actually planning on spending time with him this evening. Craig knew enough about David from the newspapers and the news to know that he was a very private man. Taking the napkin with a hand that only shook a little, he laid it carefully on the end of the table, already committing the numbers to memory. He hoped he’d be calling David a lot in the future…and that David would be calling, and visiting, him as well. “Thanks,” he smiled. “I…I know you probably don’t give this out very often. I….thanks.”
David smiled, "I don't spend a lot of time at home, but when I get the chance I try and make the most of it," he said softly. "I better go though, or Dom will be calling again," he said standing up and carrying his plate to the sink. Setting it on the counter there he looked at Craig for a moment considering how to word what he wanted to say. "You might want to pack an overnight bag. The plans I'm thinking for tonight might just require it," he said hoping that Craig wouldn't question him too much. He wanted tonight to be a bit of a surprise. He'd never wanted to do this with anyone before, but Craig was...special.
Craig felt as if a million butterflies had been set free in his stomach. //An overnight bag? As in over *night*? As in….all night long?// The ridiculous strains of Lionel’s Richie singing the lyrics to ‘All Night Long’ rang through his head and he mentally rolled his eyes at himself. He stood up and smiled at his lover, sure that David could hear his heart pounding furiously. “I….Sure. I’ll pack an overnight bag, no problem,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’ll be…..looking forward to seeing you.” Walking over and wrapping both arms around David, he gave him a quick hug and thought that his shirt had never looked as good as it did right now. He leaned up and licked at his lover’s lips and smiled. “So….I’ll see you at the shelter in a few hours then?”
David smiled as Craig wrapped his arms around him, and circled his own around his lover. "In a few hours," he whispered against perfect lips before kissing him gently. "Do you need a ride to the shelter?" David asked worriedly. He didn't care if Craig *had* walked to work before, he wasn't comfortable with the idea. Even the best neighborhoods in New York could be dangerous.
As much as Craig wanted to spend those few extra minutes with David, he still needed to shower and change clothes, and knew David needed to be on his way. “I’ll just walk, but thanks for offering,” he said softly, resting his head on David’s chest and closing his eyes as he breathed in the scent of his lover. “I’m not really ready yet, and besides….I have a bag to pack.” A light blush colored his cheeks and his smile was lost in the folds of his own shirt as he thought of the evening ahead.
David frowned and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Craig's head. "How long will it take you? I'll call a cab or something...really I know you've probably walked hundreds of times before but...it makes me...nervous. Will you let me do that, please?" David asked hoping Craig would agree. He didn't know why he was so infinitely bothered by the idea of him walking alone to the shelter but he was.
Craig started to protest, but as he looked up into David’s eyes, he could see that this was important to him. //It makes him nervous? He really cares that much?// “I….Sure,” he smiled. “I’ll take a cab if it’ll make you feel better. I promise. Thanks for….for caring.” He ran his fingers through David’s hair, gently tucking a few strands behind his ears, and stared at him for a moment. His fingertips ran over the smooth skin of his lover’s face and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “I mean that. I’m…touched that you’re worried. It means a lot.”
David looked into Craig's eyes and was unable to grasp why he was worried about Craig, just that he was. "I know it probably seems silly...but thank you. It *will* make me feel better. Especially since I'd really rather drive you myself," he said softly. Leaning forward he pressed a soft kiss against Craig's lips that quickly turned from tender to much more and he was seriously debating telling his entire board to just handle this themselves. After long moments he drew way and smiled sadly. "I really have to go," he whispered but yet again pressed his lips to Craig's. "Really, have to," he whispered again finally finding enough willpower to draw away from his lover. He'd never done this, been like *this* he didn't *want* to go to work...that was a completely new feeling for him.
Craig reluctantly released David from his embrace and sighed. “I know,” he said softly, unable to resist a few final kisses along the side of his lover’s neck. He was actually having a hard time letting David walk out the door. “I’ll be looking forward to seeing you again this afternoon.” They walked arm in arm toward the door and Craig found for the first time in years, he dreaded going to the shelter. “Be careful,” he added softly, almost letting the word ‘sweetheart’ slide from his lips before he caught himself. //I don’t think he’s ready for *that* yet, but, damn, it just feels so natural.// “Hope your meeting goes well.”
"I will. You have a good day at the shelter," David said softly, "See you this afternoon," he whispered pressing another soft kiss against Craig's lips before turning to open the door. He'd never had a hard time leaving like this before either. He had somewhere he needed to be, yet he wanted to stay right here in Craig's little house with his arms wrapped around him. As he made his way to his car, David felt like something seemed to be missing...like the last piece of a puzzle was missing. Shrugging to himself he got into his car and pulled out of the drive giving one last glance at the little white house before heading across town to his office. He hadn't driven half a block when his cell phone rang. "For God's sake Dom, I'll *be* there!" he growled into the phone before the young man had gotten two words out.
Watching as David’s car drove around the corner, Craig waved until it was out of sight, then rested against the doorjamb with a content smile on his face. After a moment, he shut the front door, bypassed the kitchen, and went to his bedroom, where he sat in the edge of the bed and held David’s pillow close. //God help me, I’m falling in love with him. I know I shouldn’t, and I know he isn’t, but I can’t help it. I’m not sure I’d want to even if I could.// After a few minutes, he stood, placed the pillow back on the bed, and headed toward the shower. It was going to be good day. After waking up in David’s arms and spending the morning with him, and having the evening to look forward to, how could it be otherwise?
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TBC...
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I actually laughed with devilish delight when I saw this posted!! I just adore this story!!!
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More to come soon!
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