I wake up to what feels like little soft, warm kisses on my hand, and someone caressing my arm. I go to lift my head to … "Ow!" Never fall asleep on the couch without neck support. God, my neck hurts.

The sensations in my hand change and I hear a chuckle. I look down to see two beautifully expressive hazel eyes staring up at me. He looks more rested than he did, and while still a little sleepy, he looks a lot less stressed, too.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you. You could have woken me up. You okay?"

"Other than my neck hurting, I'm fine. And don't worry about it, you looked like you needed it."

"Yeah, I did… thanks… again."

He sits up next to me and reaches over to massage my neck.

"Mmmm… that feels good."

"Glad to return the favor."

We both chuckle at that.

He gives me a look, I know that look, it's the "I-don't-want-to-talk-so-let-me-take-care-of-you" look. He loves rubbing my shoulders and neck, not that I'm complaining, at all, I love him rubbing my shoulders, too. I love his hands, they are so big, but he can be so gentle. I sit on the floor in front of him and he starts massaging. I can't help but moan and at the moment I really don't care how it sounds. I've never had a professional massage, but there's no way it could feel this good.

His hands move down to my shoulders, and back up to my neck. Then he slowly rubs down my arms, over my shoulder blades, and back to my shoulders and neck. I don't know how long he does this for, 5 minutes, 5 hours? Who cares… I don't… god, this feels amazing. He then moves his hands up to rub my temples and then my head… I love my head massaged, very few people know that, but I love it. I think I moan again at that point, but whatever, all I know is that whenever either of us starts a massage it always ends in bed. And I'm not going to think of anyone or anything, because this is Gale and he, we, are in a whole different category of whatever we have that some can't understand, but most don't want to try, and we don't care, cause we know what it is, regardless of labels.

He moves his hands back down to my neck and every so slowly down my front, rubbing the whole way down, and grabs the bottom of my shirt. I look up at him and he stops, silently asking… so I silently answer and nod. He smiles his little smile, with his lips turned inward, so cute, but so sexy. It amazes me that any man can be hot and adorable at the same time, but Gale manages it.

He pulls my shirt off and I get up to face him and straddle his legs. We both gasp a little at the sudden contact of our groins. You always know when you're hard, but when filled with so much emotion and knowing it's been months since we've seen each other, or touched each other, it's easy to be distracted and momentarily forget.

I start unbuttoning his shirt slowly, admiring his always flawless, tanned skin, his flat stomach with the perfect amount of definition. After opening it all the way I'm torn between taking this to the bedroom or opening his pants and starting right here.

Apparently I was taking too long to decide cause with a chuckle he takes my face in his hands and brings me closer to kiss me. I know we're both moaning at this contact. He has the most amazing lips and the most kisses. No one kisses like Gale. I lean forward and grab his neck, needing to be closer, I caress his back with my other hand, our chests touching while our tongues and lips dane, caress and massage, an erotic struggle with 2 winners and no losers. I can't help but move my hips, bying for some additional pressure, my body knowing exactly what comes next and it can't wait.

It, I, we, have gone too long without this passion, this lust, this uninhibited need we have when we're near each other. I'm rutting against him, hard, not wanting to come in my pants, but unable to stop. His scent as permeated my nose, his taste consumes my mouth and his moans, and hands, and lips, I groan again, unable to contain all that I'm feeling. What little part of my brain still works hears 2 zippers and I can feel extra pressure on my cock. Then I feel Gale's hand grab my cock and I gasp into his mouth. I want to see him, but can't open my eyes, so many sensations, so much pleasure… then I feel his hand loosen a little, followed by him grabbing both our cocks in his large beautiful hand.

My god! The feeling that creates, the skin of both our cocks rubbing together, and the feeling of Gale's hand doing the stroking. I pull back a little and force myself to look at his face, his eyes. I moan at what I see… all the lust, the love, trust, openness, the longing and need; and I know he's seeing the same things reflected in my eyes. He slows down his hand, but doesn't let go. I want to say something, but I don't know what to say. I caress his cheek and rub my thumb over his lips.

"Gale…"

He moves his head next to mine and whispers softly, "I missed you."

I feel like I'm going to cry and come and pass out all at once. I pull back to kiss him softly and whisper back, into his mouth, "I missed you too… so much."

He moans at the statement – were we any normal couple, or a couple at all, those 3 words would have been slightly different, but we don't say those words, not that moment, not yet. We've said them before, but it's been a long time and it's not time, yet. – His mouth comes crashing back to mine, claiming my lips and tongue in a consuming passion, but at the same time it's so sweet and gentle, it's erotic and comforting, passionate and calming. He breaks the kiss and slowly kisses over my cheek, to my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe. I gasp at that, that always gets me and he knows it, then he says in this sexy, rough voice "69."

The thought, the words, his voice, his breath on my ear… I almost come right then and there. I just nod. He pushes me off of him and we both finish undressing as quickly as possible, stopping for a moment when done to admire the view of our partner. He pushes the table out of the way, grabs a pillow from the couch and lays on the floor. I know I should move, but I can' help but stare. He is so beautiful, so perfect, so… god, so hard… for me.

I crawl up his body to kiss him again, grinding our cocks together. Feeling him, all of him, skin to skin, chest to chest, cock to cock… he's thrusting his hips up to meet my grinding into him, both of us groaning and moaning, panting into each other's mouths.

He spanks my ass cause me to gasp and look at him. He grins this evil, sexy grin and says "I think we're a little old to be humping each other – I'd much rather come in your mouth, and I'm pretty sure you'd rather come in my mouth." And I'm having a hard time not coming from that statement.

I kiss him quickly and smile and turn myself around so our mouths and cocks are matched. I gasp when I feel him lick my cock, moan as he grabs my ass and squeezes, then groan as he takes me into his mouth. I could smell his need and musky scent, feel his beautiful cock on my cheek. I finally look down and can't help but lick his cock… he tastes so good. Then I quickly grab his dick and suck in the tip. He groaned at the sensation and the vibrations that caused around my dick felt amazing.

I tried to set a steady pace of stroking and licking, it can be hard to concentrate on giving a blow job when you're also receiving one. I removed my now wet hand and began to caress his balls and rub my fingers against his hole. He gasped at that and my dick was free from his mouth, for a moment. He clearly decided to return the favor, and then some. I hear noises like something being licked, knowing it was his fingers, knowing what was coming next, but it didn't prevent me from groaning when he pushed his finger in and, with amazing accuracy, found and stroked my prostate on the first stroke.

"Gale," I moaned… I couldn't help it. Trying desperately to think while his finger slides in and out slowly and his mouth and tongue stroke my cock. I took my wet finger and entered his hole, and with almost the same precision, found his prostate, too.

"Rand!"

Knowing we were both so close to finishing we both took each other's cocks into our mouths, sucking and licking at an increasing pace, while finger fucking each other as fast we could… which can be very difficult while giving simultaneous blowjobs. Our hips thrusting, fucking the others mouths, moaning and groaning, the hums and vibrations adding to the already incredible sensations. We could always tell when we were close to coming, so he picked up the pace and shoved 2 fingers in my ass, hard while. I came, right then, hard, harder than I have come in months. I increased my effort and returned the favor by fucking him with two fingers and sucking him faster. He moaned my name as he came with an almost roar.

After catching our breaths we pulled out our fingers, groaning at the moment of loss, and I turned around and lay half on the floor, half on him. Then I leaned up enough to kiss him. We kissed gently and slowly , savoring the flavor of both of us in the kiss. I lay my head down on his shoulder as we both breathed out a contented sigh.

"As amazing as that was, and as big as the couch is, I think we'd be more comfortable in your bed."

I chuckled a little… he could always recover faster than I could after an orgasm.

"You might be right."

"Of course I'm right."

I reluctantly got up, admiring the view one more time, and made sure the place was closed and locked up. He put the pillow and table back and started picking up our clothes and placing them folded on the couch. I rolled my eyes as I took the bottles into the kitchen, he can be such a neat freak at times… although as I'm rinsing out the bottles and putting them in the recycle bin, I guess I could say the same for myself.

I turned around to go back to the bedroom and almost fell flat on my ass. Gale was clearly standing right behind me. He held me tight and chuckled, "just admiring the view."

I chuckled a little, too, and wrapped my arms around him. God, he felt so good! He let me go and took my hand, pulling me to the bedroom. As he stretched out in my little double bed and I curled up around him in his arms, I couldn't help but be grateful that I was awake when I heard the knock and that I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow, or for the next couple of days.

As I drifted off to sleep I refused to think of the "what-ifs" and just enjoy being in Gale's arms for however long this time with him lasted.


Author's Note, again: This story is marked as complete, cause technically it is... however, you never know when I might add more if it comes to mind.