Summary:

I think they've done this backwards: Dessert first-then dinner and a movie? hmm.

This chapter is all about fluff, smut and a wee bit of planning!
Laying some groundwork for the next mini story-arc. :)

Notes:

Warnings: Uh yeah - some plot in this one... and completely NSFW
(don't get fired because of me)

All recognizable content belongs to Bioware/EA Games
All twisted perversions therein,
I will take my own credit for, thank-you very much!

Cocktails & Cheese

Cullen and Alistair - A Modern Day AU

Chapter 10

Dinner and a Movie

Cullen opened the front door expecting Mr. Chen, but instead found a proper room-service cart with a simple notecard on the top.

Mr. Cullen, enjoy your supper with your boy-friend.

Happy looks good on you. I assume he's the cause.

I will pick up the cart tomorrow at 8am.

No charge. No arguments. Enjoy!

~Mr. Chen

With an amused chuckle, Cullen wheeled the cart inside. Looking up, he found Alistair leaning casually against the bedroom doorframe; the pajama bottoms he'd loaned him hanging tantalizingly low on his slimmer hips. "You know; it should be a crime to stand there looking so delicious in my pants."

"I could get used to having full access to your pants," Alistair's eyes drifted down Cullen's shirtless body before looking back up with a smirk. "Thank you for the loan, by the way, these are definitely more comfortable to lounge about in."

Cullen hummed his agreement, "They will also be easier to get off you again later," he grinned salaciously.

"You are insatiable." Alistair bantered back playfully.

Cullen wiggled his eyebrows as he accepted the accusation. "I don't actually remember your pants coming off in the first place-or mine for that matter-it was quicker to just give you new ones." He stifled a laugh while looking around at the carnage their entrance had left.

Alistair followed Cullen's gaze, snorting in amazement, "What we did to your apartment is pretty impressive considering how little time we spent in this room on our way through. I don't remember any of this. I suppose that says something about our state of mind when we arrived."

"Our attentions were definitely elsewhere. Perhaps we should, gather some of this up before we eat?" Leaving the cart, Cullen started to collect some of the garments closest to the door.

Alistair began collecting the scattered items nearer to the bedroom. Laughing together as they worked, they met in the middle and kissed around the armloads of clothing.

Alistair beamed, "It was totally worth it!"

Cullen's eyes twinkled, "I absolutely agree."

Scanning the room for a place to put their items, Cullen wandered over to the armchair, "Let's just set them here for now." Dumping his armload of clothes, he added, "We can always sort through them later."

Alistair added his to the pile. "Good, cause I'm famished and whatever is on that cart smells delicious!"

"Worked up a bit of an appetite, did you? Cullen smirked as he approached the table.

"That was the plan wasn't it?"

"That it was." Cullen paused as he noticed the small pile of items on their eating surface, "Well, at least we were coherent enough to save all this from collateral damage on our rampage through." He noted that their keys, cellphones, and wallets were all safe. He also noticed his sidearm safely stowed with the rest of the 'important' items.

Picking everything up to move off the table, Cullen mused, "You've been disarming me since the day we met, but I have to admit to having no clue when you actually removed my weapon. Or did I do it?" He chuckled, "And what happened to my shoulder holster? I didn't see it with the items we gathered." Cullen looked around, wanting to keep the set together. Giving up, he checked to make sure that the chamber was clear, then inspected the magazine and secured the safety before taking it to his room to put away.

Alistair enjoyed the look of bewilderment on Cullen's face, "I'm sorry-I don't know what happened to it. As I said, coming through this room was a complete blur for me. Perhaps we should hire a real detective to find it for you?"

Cullen chuckled as he returned to the room, "Oh, ha-ha, there you go making disparaging comments because I let some bartender distract me to the point of losing my weapon."

"Some bartender huh?" Alistair wrapped his arms around Cullen. Locking his wrists, he held them tightly together-chest to chest. "I'll have you know; I'm not just some bartender. I am the bartender." His lips were so close to Cullen's he could feel the energy radiating off of them.

"Mmmm," Cullen hummed as he wrapped his arms around Alistair's waist and claimed those lips for his own before whispering, "My bartender."

"I like the sound of that." Alistair replied breathlessly before glancing over at the cart with their supper on it, "Is it normal for you to get full room service settings from Mr. Chen?"

Taking a good long look at the layout of the cart, Cullen shook his head, "No, usually I get an old box with takeout containers in it. You must have made quite the impression. Where did you learn to speak Mandarin anyway?"

Alistair shrugged, as if it were no big deal at all, "I have trained with many martial arts masters around the world. Some of them wouldn't work with you unless you spoke to them in their native tongue. I can't say I'm fluent, but I can get by with the basics when I need to." He chuckled lightly before adding, "All I said was hello to him, though; I don't think that was enough to warrant full service delivery."

Cullen reluctantly released Alistair from his embrace and marveled at the whole setup. The cart came complete with ceramic plates, silverware, and metal lids covering each dish.

"There's enough food here to feed six people!" Alistair exclaimed as he started lifting each lid. "Steamed rice, vegetable chow mein, crispy sesame beef, orange chicken, Oooh eggrolls! Fortune cookies and-of course-green tea to drink. Where does he think we're supposed to put it all?"

Reaching into the bottom of the cart, Cullen pulled out the takeout containers he was used to seeing. "Looks like in the fridge, he left us empty containers for what we don't eat."

Having cleared the surface of their hastily discarded items, the duo began to set the table then sat down to enjoy their meal.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Alistair asked while they ate, "What happened with your Lieutenant before we left the precinct? When I came in, he was all 'business as usual', but by the time we were leaving, he was part of the conspiracy for me to steal you away." Alistair chuckled around a bite of food. "I wish I was a fly on the wall during your little private meeting."

"Well… remember how I told you earlier that Rylen spent part of the morning attempting to deduce my current relationship status?"

"And what exactly is your current relationship status?" Alistair baited him with a grin.

Cullen opened his mouth then closed it again as he took in Alistair's question. Finally, a smile lit up his face as he decided to stick with raw honesty for his reply, "Well, I wasn't exactly 'on the market' to begin with. I wasn't even remotely looking when we first met. After the last couple of days though, I have to say that I'm still not 'on the market'. I have everything that I desire… right here." He reached out, gently brushing his fingers down Alistair's cheek.

Swallowing back the sudden rush of emotion, Alistair responded, "That was uh… a really good answer. I might have to borrow that one myself." He interlaced their fingers together before continuing, "I apologize, I got you off track… you were saying about Rylen?"

"Yes. Anyway. Shortly after I made it to work, he was able to deduce from my unusual behavior, that I'd met someone." A tinge of pink touched his cheeks as he continued, "Then my delivery-a little while later-pretty much sealed that into hard evidence. When I saw how flustered Rylen became to have an actual Theirin come in demanding to speak with me… I decided to see what he would do with all the cards laid out on the table."

Alistair rolled his eyes at the idea of being famous. "Poor guy. How'd he take it? I mean, he seemed amicable enough when you two came out to join me, but I'd hate for it to affect your working relationship."

"It's fine. He's fine. Rylen's a good man and was very happy for me. For… us. Maybe even a little too happy. He offered to work on my reports and then kicked me out for the rest of the day. Oh-and tomorrow too. I am not to return to the office until Wednesday morning. So... how much of that do I get to keep you for? When do you have to be back at work?" Cullen winked suggestively.

Alistair's eyes lit up with the news, "Normally I would open tomorrow at three, but let me see what I can do." He stood to retrieve his phone; then dialed the pub.

Lana answered cheerily over a fair amount of noise in the background. "Alistair's!"

"Hey Lana, sounds busy tonight."

"Not terribly, but Isabela just got back into town so she's here with some of her crew. You know how they can get. Um Ali… are you naked?" Lewd cheering suddenly erupted in the background.

"No! I'm wearing pants." He looked quickly, just to make sure.

"Alistair-those aren't your pants," Lana giggled and someone else made kissy noises, most likely Isabela.

"Details, details!"

"So, is he out of your system then?"

Taking Cullen's hand, he answered with conviction, "Not by a longshot."

"I'm so happy to hear it. And it's about time too, I was beginning to think you two would never get together!"

"Yeah, yeah-I know. And we have you to thank for our current state of bliss." He responded sarcastically while winking at Cullen. "Listen Lana, I'm calling because…"

"Hold that thought." She stopped him mid-sentence and covered the mouthpiece of the phone. He heard a muffled, "Hey Bela, Alistair's a bit… indisposed and won't be coming home tonight. You up for covering his shift tomorrow?" There was more conversation and giggles in the background before Lana spoke back into the receiver, "You're all set, we've got you covered here!"

"Thank you Lana, and thank Bela for me too. I owe you both for this."

"You don't owe me anything and I'd be careful about offering Bela a boon." Lana cautioned him chuckling. "Go enjoy yourselves. Oh and Alistair?"

"Yes?"

"Be prepared to share some of the juicy details when you come back. You know Bela won't let you off the hook without them."

"Oooh, can't wait." Alistair said sarcastically. "Bye luv, see you Wednesday."

He hung up the phone and grinned, "Well look at that, seems that I'm all yours tomorrow too."

"You never actually asked her for the day off. Was that a demonstration of more of her skills? How far is her reach exactly?"

"For anyone else, she needs to be much closer. We've known each other so long, just being on the phone together grants her the connection she needs to be just a little bit disturbing." Alistair laughed before adding, "You get used to it after a while. At least-I have. I'm not fond of secrets anyway, so having her around kind of eliminates the use of them. I hope… I hope it doesn't bother you?" Alistair asked tentatively.

"It's definitely taking some getting used to, but no, it doesn't bother me. If she were anyone else-or treated it differently-it might, but so far, she's only used her powers for good." Cullen winked before offering him a fortune cookie. They'd both eaten their fill, which barely dented what Mr. Chen had brought them.

"I'm not sure I need to read my fortune," Alistair said while looking at his cookie. "I already have everything I want, right here."

"Humor me," Cullen grinned. "Mr. Chen's cookies are right up there with Lana's gifts-borderline creepy in their accuracy." Cullen Chuckled, "Usually, mine tell me that I work too hard or that I need to break from routine to find true happiness. I'm curious what he has in store for me tonight since I've actually listened to what they've said recently." He grinned and cracked open his cookie.

Alistair chuckled while breaking into his own, "Well? What do the fabulous fortunes of Mr. Chen have to say to you tonight?"

Cullen stared down at the little slip of paper while he mindlessly chewed his cookie, "'Follow your heart and your dreams will come true.' Well there you go, mine goes without saying. I followed my heart and here you are-my dream come true."

Cullen leaned over and kissed Alistair's flushed cheek. "So… how 'bout yours? What wisdom does the cookie grant you?"

"Hmmm. 'Pleasures await you by the sea.'" Alistair pondered for a moment what that could mean.

Cullen started laughing which made Alistair raise an eyebrow in question, "Ok, what's so funny? Other than the view from my loft, I haven't been to the sea in ages."

"My family owns a cottage by the beach, just south of Denerim. I haven't been there in years, so I think I'm long overdue for a trip. It may appease the demands of the cookie; would you like to accompany me?" Cullen's eyes twinkled with excitement.

"How can I refuse the orders of dear Mr. Chen?" Alistair winked, "Besides, now I'm really curious about the pleasures that are awaiting me."

Cullen stood up and pulled Alistair up into his waiting embrace, "I'm sure we can think of something to do to fulfill the prophecy." He chased those words with a passionate kiss.

Reluctantly parting from those lips, Cullen said, "Let me make sure that it's free before we finalize our plans though. My sister manages it for the family; this will only take a moment." Thinking about it, he amended, "Ok, this is my sister. I hope it will only take a moment."

Cullen picked up his phone and dialed.

"Hi Mia." He said when she answered.

"Sweet Andraste! Cullen? Is that you? What's wrong? What's happened? Are you ok?"

Cullen laughed, "Nothing's wrong Mia, why would you think…?"

"Because you never call! Why else would you be dialing my number unless something happened to you."

"If something had happened to me, would I actually be calling?" he countered.

"Well no; I suppose not," she admitted ruefully. "There has to be a reason though."

"You mean I can't just call to talk to my big sister?"

"Not and have me really believe that it's you. Out with it!"

Laughing again, Cullen said, "Fine, you win."

"I usually do! Especially at chess. You really are a sore loser," she teased him.

"We're not playing chess now and I seem to remember winning the last couple of matches."

Mia actually harrumphed good naturedly before asking, "So, what can I do for you little brother?"

"I was hoping I could use the beach house?"

"You haven't been there in ages! You know it's yours whenever you want it. When are you planning on going?" She inquired.

"Tomorrow actually, if no one else has claim to it. I know it's short notice."

There was a brief pause on the other line before she answered, "No, tomorrow's fine. Do you still have your key? And is there any special reason you want it now?"

"Well, you're always telling me that I work too hard, so I've taken the day off. I thought I could go up and relax a bit. And yes, I still have my key."

"What aren't you telling me Cullen? Are you… are you bringing someone with you?" She asked excitedly as the possibility hit her.

Smiling over at Alistair, he replied, "mmmaybe."

There were squeals from the other side of the phone followed by the sound of a baby crying. "Crap! Cullen, I woke up Emma! Hold on a minute."

He leaned in and kissed Alistair while he waited for Mia to come back to the phone.

Picking back up her end, she bantered, "Sweet Maker, I never thought I'd see the day! Of course you can have the cabin! So… are you going to tell me about him?"

"Him?" He sputtered.

"Oh c'mon Cullen, you may not have ever brought anyone special home to meet us, but don't forget, I used to watch over you while you watched the Templar's train. Only the men ever truly caught your eye. It wouldn't matter either way though, you know I only want you to be happy. Sooo… will you tell me?"

"No." he said simply.

Mia made a very unladylike noise on the other end.

"Are you pouting?" Cullen chuckled.

"No? You're not going to give me any information at all?" she said exasperatedly.

"He's sitting right here, so no, Mia, I'm not going to tell you all about him while he's right in front of me." Cullen winked at Alistair who was grinning back at him.

"That means you'll tell me later! I will hold you to that, little brother."

Cullen groaned and said, "Thanks for the use of the cabin Mia, I appreciate it."

"Anything for you. Love you!"

"Love you too. Take care."

Cullen smiled as he hung up the phone. "We are all set for tomorrow. I don't dare wonder what that will cost me later though."

Alistair laughed, "I take it you and your sister get along well?"

"Of my siblings, I'm closest with Mia. She's the oldest, so she gets along with everyone."

Alistair asked, "You have more than one?"

"There are four of us total: Mia then me, I have one younger brother, Branson, and our youngest sister is Rosalie." Cullen smiled as he remembered them all fondly. "I haven't seen any of them but Mia for years. We all sort of went our separate ways as adults, but Mia's always been there to hold us together."

As they finished discussing Cullen's family, they washed their dishes and packed a few things to take with them the next day. When everything was dried and stored back on the cart, Cullen suggested they head into the living room for a movie. "I picked out the last two we watched, I think it's your turn to choose," Cullen pointed to the cabinet where he kept his collection. "Would you like a drink?"

"A drink would be fabulous, thank you." Alistair grinned while he wandered over to look at the movies.

"You'll have to forgive my poor selection of Scotch; I'm fresh out of Blue, will Black do?"

Alistair chuckled, "Black is just fine, if you want Blue though… I know a guy…"

Cullen laughed, "I think I know the same guy and I drink enough of his Blue as it is. He spoils me."

"Well, how else was he supposed to let you know he was interested?"

"Hmm… the rose and picnic were pretty good hints." Cullen offered.

"Dessert was pretty fantastic as well." Alistair added then announced, "Hey, you know, we have a lot of the same movies?"

"I noticed that too. Great minds must think alike." Cullen brought out the drinks while Alistair offered up a light comedy for them to watch.

They snuggled up on the sectional together. It wasn't as large and comfortable as Alistair's sofa, but they made due as best they could. Sometime in the middle of the movie, Alistair's breathing slowed to a relaxed and even cadence, his head resting at an odd angle on Cullen's bare chest.

Gazing affectionately at Alistair's sleeping form, Cullen didn't dare move-or move him-for fear of waking him. Instead, he lay there, supporting Alistair's head as best he could in their current awkward position.

The Maker has truly blessed me to have something so wonderful come into my life. I don't know what I ever did to deserve this, but I certainly don't want to let this-or him-go.

Heart full and happy, Cullen ran his fingers through Alistair's soft spiky hair. Unable to focus on the movie, he watched his new lover sleep while some of his favorite verses from the Chant of Light ran through his head. They spoke of love and devotion, reaping what you sow, and the Maker bringing light into your life when you least expect it.1

After a while, Alistair began to take note of the soothing rumble of Cullen's voice as he slowly woke up. The words were familiar, broken only by periodic kisses to the top of his head. It took him awhile to place the Canticle as one that Mother Natalie used to soothe him with when he was sick or upset. It wasn't a commonly recited passage, most proselytes preferred the fire and brimstone verses that held them in check with fear of retribution. No, this one spoke of the devotion of the Maker towards his children and the rewards he promised to his most devout. It taught that love and kindness would be rewarded, and praised those that dedicated their lives to helping others.

Warmth radiated through him as he contemplated the implications of Cullen whispering these particular prayers between kisses. He wished he could stay like this forever, but the crick in his neck demanded that he move from his current position. Trying to roll over to get more comfortable, Cullen tightened his grip, preventing the completion of his roll. Giving in with a chuckle, Alistair relaxed back into Cullen's arms.

Finishing his current verse, Cullen asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I wasn't going anywhere, just trying to reposition so I can work the kink out of my neck." Alistair smiled up at Cullen, then reached up to brush a soft kiss across his lips. "I like that Canticle by the way, it's always been one of my favorites. Though I am surprised that there is someone else out there familiar enough with it to recite it from memory."

Cullen chuckled and relaxed his grip so Alistair could finish rolling over. Chest to chest, he placed a quick kiss to the side of Alistair's neck, "I thought that looked a little uncomfortable, but I couldn't bring myself to wake you. Call me selfish, I was really enjoying just sitting here with you in my arms. And that Canticle has always been my favorite as well, it's a shame that it isn't more widely used."

Cullen ran his hands up and down Alistair's back. "I can help you with the knot if you'd like?" He proceeded to gently rub the spasming muscles then paused when he couldn't get the right angle, "On second thought, this would be easier with you on the bed."

Alistair feigned being scandalized, "Why Cullen… what exactly are you suggesting?"

"I am only trying to relieve the tension in your neck, my dear." He responded innocently, kissing him on the nose. "The fun can happen after if you'd like." Cullen smirked as he pulled Alistair up his body to kiss him before finally releasing him from his arms.

With a contented sigh, Alistair rose from Cullen's warmth and shuffled to the bedroom. Grabbing a pillow for under his chest and another for his head, he laid face down to give Cullen better access to the pinched muscles in his neck.

Grabbing some oil out of the nightstand, Cullen straddled Alistair's hips then sat down carefully on his thighs. As he drank in the tightly corded muscles of his back, Cullen began his work in earnest. Starting with his shoulders and neck, he kneaded and rubbed through tight muscles, trying to help ease his discomfort.

Alistair moaned into the pillow causing Cullen to chuckle, "Like that, do you?"

"I will give you a lifetime to stop," Alistair mumbled while breathing into the pleasure and pain; reveling in the way his muscles gave way to those incredibly strong and talented hands.

Zevran's been offering to teach me Antivan massage techniques for years, I wonder if it would be anything like this? Maybe I should learn, so I can one day return this delicious favor. Then again… this is Zevran, that might be very dangerous. I may just have to resign myself to trial and error. Oh damn!

Cullen expertly worked the muscles in Alistair's shoulders and neck until the knot finally released, leaving Alistair pliable once again. As he was reaching for more oil, Alistair pushed up onto his arms, attempting to roll over beneath him. Pushing him back down onto the pillows, Cullen pinned him in place and purred into his ear, "I wasn't done yet."

Alistair's answering chuckle was quickly replaced by more moans as Cullen began to work his way down his shoulder and arm, shaking it periodically to make sure he was relaxed. Finally making his way to his hand, he methodically worked out all the tension in his palm and each finger before returning to the other shoulder to repeat the process. He was certainly being thorough as he lavished attention on each muscle group while he worked through them all. Finished with his shoulders and arms, Cullen returned his attention to Alistair's back and began to work his way down, caressing and kneading out every bit of tension he came to. His touch was absolutely perfect, turning Alistair to a boneless heap beneath him.

Cullen took his time appreciating the feel of the skin below him: every freckle and scar, burned into his memory, savoring every moan and sigh of pleasure as he continued working through those well-toned muscles.

Reaching the small of Alistair's back, he came to a roadblock. "Hmm," Cullen pondered while running his fingers along the inside of the waistband to the borrowed pajama bottoms. "If you would allow me to remove these, I can continue the massage down your legs."

Alistair helpfully raised his hips, allowing the removal of the offending obstruction and granting permission for him to continue.

Sliding the soft cotton off Alistair's hips, he deposited them off the end of the bed. Taking a moment to fully appreciated the view, Cullen reverantly ran his hands over the well-muscled, beautiful ass before him, earning him a delicious sigh. Smiling to himself, he returned to the task at hand.

Cullen may have spent a little extra time massaging each glorious cheek and he may have used a little too much oil, causing it to drip down between Alistair's legs, but still, Cullen kept his motions painfully professional. It didn't matter how many times Alistair arched his ass into Cullen's hands or how he spread his legs slightly farther apart than they really needed to be, Cullen wouldn't be distracted from his work. Even when Alistair's moans turned to whimpers of unrequited desire, Cullen wasn't ready to give in to those urges yet. All of Alistair's-not so subtle-requests for more, were making it increasingly more difficult for Cullen to concentrate, though he wouldn't be deterred.

He painstakingly worked his way down each leg until he reached Alistair's feet. Working the muscles in the bottoms of each and finally forcing him to uncurl his toes, Cullen whispered with a voice thick with desire, "Now… it's time to turn over."

Alistair moaned something unintelligible into the pillow.

"I can't very well finish the job if you don't roll over." Cullen urged.

Alistair whimpered, but obeyed, though he kept the pillow firmly over his face as he rolled.

Cullen hummed in approval as he took in the sight of the full front of Alistair's amazing body and completely erect penis, "You truly are a sight to behold. Every inch of you is beautiful and I don't want to neglect any of it."

The feeling of Cullen's incredibly strong hands was nothing like he'd ever felt. He brushed the line of erotic while still remaining terribly-painfully-professional. Never breaking the barrier of appropriate for a massage, but Oh, Alistair wanted him to. His hands his mouth, his everything. Alistair wanted to be touched, fucked and sucked by him and he didn't care in what order. He just wanted… him.

As Cullen took his time with his backside, feet and each one of his toes, Alistair had hoped that he'd finally get some release, but it seemed Cullen had other plans. He was told to roll over, but he knew what doing so would reveal. He was so hard that it hurt. The touch of the coverlet against him was helping some, but it wasn't what he needed. It wasn't what he craved.

Cullen urged him to roll over again and this time, Alistair couldn't say no. Hiding his face in the pillow that had been stifling his moans, Alistair rolled and took the pillow with him, securely fastened in his teeth as he bit down on the downy soft fabric. He heard Cullen's hopeful sigh as his erection was revealed and other than a few choice words of approval and appreciation, Cullen seemed to have his mind set on finishing the job he had started. Cullen stayed true to his massage.

This is such delicious torture!

He felt the bed shift as Cullen exited the side, then heard the gentle rustle of fabric and something hitting the floor as his footsteps carried him around to the foot of the bed. There was a soft dip in the mattress as Cullen sat down again, positioning himself between Alistair's feet, he took one into his hands.

His left foot was massaged followed by the right. Cullen left his legs slightly bent and spread wider than they had been. Those incredible hands continued to work their way up both of Alistair's legs, thighs, and then over his hips and around his cock… avoiding it completely. Burning with frustration-with desire-Alistair whimpered and growled as those beautiful hands left him wanting more.

Feeling only Cullen's hands, was driving Alistair mad with want and desire. They continued to caress his abdomen and chest while any motion Alistair made to move his legs closer, or arch to find contact with more, was deftly dodged.

Alistair lay there, with his face still buried by the pillow. Cullen oiled up and rubbed almost every spot on his body except where he desired it most. It was exquisite but left him craving-oh so much more. He felt Cullen finish the massage and then gently slide his fingertips back down his chest and abs, then… nothing. He was gone.

Alistair couldn't stand it anymore, "Cullen... please… touch me!" he begged.

"I have been touching you, have I forgotten something?" Came the painfully calm response from somewhere above him.

Alistair groaned into the pillow then moaned in appreciation when he finally felt Cullen's grip encircle his shaft.

"Sweet Andraste. How did you get so worked up when all I was doing was removing knots from your muscles?"

"I think you forgot one," Came the breathless reply.

Alistair's hips bucked when he felt more oil poured directly onto the tip of his overly engorged erection. It was cold, but quickly warmed to his heated flesh. Cullen stroked the oil slowly down his length and over his testicles, letting more oil drip slowly down between his legs. Cullen's fingers caressing, coating, chasing the oil, making sure that he didn't miss a bit of skin. Finally reaching Alistair's tight hole, Cullen slowly slid one finger inside followed soon by a second, coating his entrance completely, before withdrawing once again.

Alistair felt the absence of Cullen's fingers painfully. One minute he was there, teasing him with what he desired most and then… Slowly he became aware of heat above him but still not touching his aching flesh. The pillow was removed from over his face and replaced with a tender kiss upon his lips.

"Alistair," whispered Cullen. "Look at me."

Opening his eyes, he couldn't help but think, Maker he is gorgeous!

"Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want," breathed Cullen between kisses. "Tell me what I can do to satisfy that look of longing in your eyes."

Alistair pulled Cullen in, kissing him hungrily, savoring the feel of their skin finally pressed together. He finally managed to plead, "I want… you… inside me."

Cullen moaned throatily with his own need as he lined himself up. He wanted this so badly, but he needed to know that Alistair wanted it too. Rubbing the head of his cock along the tight opening, he felt Alistair tremble beneath him in anticipation. Penetrating through the tight outer muscle, Cullen moaned as he worked himself slowly inside-inch by heavenly inch. Stretching him slowly-carefully-they both sighed with the contact, the connection, their union. No longer separate, happily one and completely content.

Once he was fully seated inside, Cullen paused to catch his breath-to allow Alistair time to adjust and relax.

Maker's breath, he feels so amazing, he is… absolutely perfect.

Opening his eyes, he found Alistair looking back at him with pure adoration written on his face. Lost in each other's souls, Cullen began to slowly move. Savoring the moans and whimpers, lips seeking lips, hands caressing, bodies writhing. Keeping full contact with Alistair's rigid cock trapped between them, the two began to lose themselves to their passions.

The animalistic desire that had taken over their first encounter was threatening to take over again. Growling, Cullen wrapped his arms around Alistair, pulling him up to meet his hips. He felt Alistair clinging to him, matching him thrust for delicious thrust. Slamming into his lover again and again, his climax began to surface.

Cullen knew Alistair was getting close and-Maker bless him-so was he. He wanted to watch Alistair's face as he came, but it was taking all of his control to stay focused and not lose it too soon.

"Come for me, Alistair! You feel so fucking amazing!"

Cullen shifted his hips slightly, fully taking away Alistair's ability to do anything but succumb to his desires. His body was reacting beautifully to the pounding as Cullen repeatedly hit his prostate.

Cullen's vision began to blur. Hold on just a little bit longer. He thrust a couple more times, erratic and jerky, before he went rigid. Buried to the hilt in Alistair's ass, he could feel the muscles begin to constrict around his cock as he was pulsating inside of him. Alistair's face was an image that would forever be imbedded in Cullen's memory. Beautiful. Pure. His. The epitome of perfect rapture.

Their kisses continued long after their bodies stopped shuddering. Their tongues speaking affections that words could never quite capture. Their breathing eventually calmed and Cullen slowly withdrew his length.

They lay wrapped together a few moments more before Alistair broke the silence of their afterglow, "Cullen, you are… that was… Sweet Maker, I… am a lucky, lucky man. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I've been asking myself the same thing. I could stay like this forever, but I should probably offer to at least get you cleaned up again before we drift off to sleep." He stifled a yawn before offering, "Or perhaps a shower?"

"A shower sounds perfect, though I'm not ready to let you go just yet. Care to join me?"

Stealing another kiss, Cullen purred, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Legs still shaking, they headed for the bathroom. Alistair turned on the dual shower heads as Cullen retrieved two fluffy towels from the linen closet. Hanging them on the towel warmer, they stepped under the steaming water together.

Their bodies never lost contact as they washed each other. Caressing, kissing, holding one another close with whispered affections as the hot water washed away the last vestiges of their lovemaking.

Turning off the faucets, Cullen reached for a now-warm towel and wrapped it around Alistair, pulling him to his chest. Kissing him gently, he smiled into the honeyed eyes of the man in his arms.

Alistair yawned and dropped his head onto Cullen's shoulder, "Mmmm now who's spoiling whom, my dear." He reached for the other towel on the rack and draped it over Cullen's shoulders, wrapping them both in a warm, soft cocoon.

They held each other quietly for a few moments more, savoring the closeness and their connection. Not needing to say anything more, lost in each other's eyes and arms, they hung up their towels and climbed back into bed; Cullen lying spooned within Alistair's loving embrace.

As sleep began to claim him, Alistair whispered drowsily into his Cullen's ear, "Mmm… sweet dreams."

Responding sleepily, completely sated and safe in Alistair's arms, Cullen returned, "Nothing can be sweeter than being here with you. Thank you for an absolutely perfect day."

1 To my knowledge, these Canticle verses don't actually exist. But they should damnit!

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