Hank lay with Bobby. It was late afternoon by now, and they'd
finished their movie. Bobby had passed out halfway through, but Hank was
there to make sure it was only because he was worn out. It would take time
for him to fully heal, but the wounds on his wrists were already closed.
This fascinated Hank. Chimera's blood could be a new medical breakthrough
if Hank could lock down exactly what made it heal so rapidly. He put that
off for later. Right now, Bobby lay in his arms, asleep.
Half of him had wanted this for years. More than anything in the world, just to hold him. The other had been too dense to realize he wanted the same thing. Hank smiled. It was truly amazing how intelligent people could be idiots at the same time. Hank put his arm around Bobby's chest and inhaled deeply, his new senses capturing Bobby's scent. It was that same smell of a crisp winter morning. Hank couldn't get enough. He smiled as he started drifting off to sleep again.
*******
Cyclops walked slowly to the infirmary. He hoped he didn't run into the rest of the team right now. After that scene with Chimera, he felt so embarrassed. He'd never really thought so far into his own feelings. He knew he didn't like the idea of homosexuality. He thought it was dirty, and not what God intended. But was it up to him to judge people? He'd been thinking the same thing for most of the morning and into the afternoon. It was one thing to be embarrassed. It was another thing entirely to not come see how a team mate was doing. He had to do this, regardless of how he felt about Iceman's chosen lifestyle.
He finally made it to the infirmary. He'd expected the doors to open for him, but when they didn't, he collided roughly with them. Scott was confused. Hank had a patient who needed constant care. Where was he, and why would he lock the door? He pressed the door release and a short message appeared on the control pad. A room number. Bobby's room number. Scott had a sinking feeling.
*******
A door chime sounded, bringing Hank out of a pleasant nap. He started untangling himself from Bobby.
"Enter." he said, Bobby had woken up and though still to weak to even sit up, he didn't look all that happy to be separated from him. Hank smiled again. The doors opened, and Scott took a step through the doorway.
"Hank, I..." His jaw dropped when he saw Hank crawling out of the bed.
"Scott. What can I do for you." Hank asked anyway.
"You... No...I..." Scott mumbled.
"Are you alright?" Hank asked. He knew damn well what was going on here. He'd seen it coming. He knew that Scott was not the most open minded of the team. Silence passed for a moment as he looked between Hank and Bobby incredulously. This was not what Bobby needed right now.
"Scott, will you please join me in the hallway?" Hank asked pleasantly enough. "Bobby needs some rest and relaxation, I do not want him in any undue stress."
"Uh... Yeah. Sure Hank." was the reply.
Hank walked out into the hallway and motioned for Scott to follow. "I do not wish to leave Bobby alone for too long. Is there something I can help you with?" It really wasn't a question, more of a polite thing.
"I just wanted to see how Bobby was doing. Is he alright?"
"Yes. He will be fine. Either myself or another of the team will be with him at all times for a while, though I don't object to devoting my time to him for at least a few days." Hank said smoothly. He knew this was not going to stay such a pleasant conversation.
Scott looked relieved. "Oh... So its not..." he laughed. Laughed. The hair on Hank's neck stood on end. "I thought for a minute that you were... I mean it seems like everyone is turning gay these days..." Scott trailed off when he saw the expression on Hank's face.
"If I am, Cyclops, it is surely none of your business. Bobby is of consenting age, and if we were to choose to, there is nothing that you or anyone could do. Furthermore, I suggest you alter your attitude on this subject. I am aware of what occurred outside my infirmary this morning between you and Chimera. You do not have to be a homosexual yourself, but surely as a mutant you know what he is going through. You have no right to criticize him. I am not saying that his suicide attempt was your fault, simply that those kind of glances and comments are not conducive to proper morale." Hank really had not meant this to become a speech, but he was beginning to get worked up.
Scott took a step back. It looked as if he'd just had the carpet pulled out from under him. His lip curled in disgust. Obviously Hank's words had fallen on deaf ears. The beast inside him suggested a few possible courses of action, most of which ended messily.
Hank growled. "Is there a problem?"
Scott had never seen Hank angry. He'd seen him heartbroken, happy, the whole spectrum of emotions except this. For some reason, Scott felt as though he had to defend himself. The confrontation with Chimera this morning had left him embarrassed and pissed off. Hank was an easy target anyway.
"Yeah, I do have a problem. What is he doing in his quarters? What are you doing in his bed?" He asked curtly. He seemed oblivious to what the course of the conversation was doing to Hank. Usually, he would have just backed down, agreeing to disagree. This time, something as different, but Scott didn't know that.
Hank started to shake. "May I remind you that I am the doctor here? It didn't occur to you that I know what I'm doing?" If Scott opened his mouth, Hank was going to shut it for him. "And whom I choose to be in bed with is NONE of your business. I suggest you be on your way." Hank's back was arched, and his lips were peeling back, just barely showing teeth. Hank felt strange... he couldn't really describe the sensation. Territorial seemed to fit closely. Hank blocked the doorway. Something about what Scott was saying stirred emotions deep within him.
Scott didn't take the clue. "You couldn't at least have waited? He just tried to kill himself and now you're fuck-" ***CRACK***
Hank's fist landed squarely on Scott's nose. He felt it snap crisply, then crunch as he followed through with the punch. Scott's head slammed into the wall behind him, and Hank was surprised the ruby-quartz glasses survived. Hank turned and pressed a button making Bobby's doors hiss open. He then touched the button below it and entered a code combination.
"Jean here, what's the problem?"
"Jean, one of the children from the nursery found his way to Bobby's quarters and has a broken nose. If you don't mind setting it, I'd appreciate it. I don't think you'd want me doing it at the moment." Hank said as if he hadn't just assaulted the team leader and her mate. There was silence for a moment. Obviously Jean was getting the rest of the story from Scott, who lay still trying to figure out what kind of truck had hit him.
"I'll be there in a few minutes. I have to..." She paused "Wash my hair..." Hank smiled. If the illustrious Team Leader thought he was through the worst of it, he was gravely mistaken. He let the door close behind him, taking one look back, making it seem like a cold glance, but also checking to make sure he'd not seriously injured Scott.
Bobby was staring at him, his expression was so confused it was totally unreadable.
"Uh... wow Hank." Bobby stuttered, still trying to comprehend what happened. Hank was amazed. Bobby was already sitting up. On his own. He was going to talk to Chimera later if he could, to thank him and also to get some more of his blood. The healing properties it carried were amazing. If only he could figure out the genetic-
That would have to be saved for another day. He sighed and looked down at his fist. It was still throbbing a little from the blow, but he felt wonderful. His adrenaline pumping, his heart pumping strongly. "I... I probably should not have done that." Hank began. "I couldn't stand what he was saying about you. The notion that I would place your life in danger so I could get into bed with you..." Hank realized what he'd just said. He'd really had no physical attraction to Bobby, or to anyone for that matter, but in the last few days, much about him had changed dramatically. He realized that the attraction was there, it was just one of the many emotions he'd buried to keep the Beast at bay. Bobby was still his friend, the closest one he'd ever had. But he was also something more now. Hank had no problems laying anyone out who spoke badly of his friend, but the sensation he'd gotten only moments before had been something different entirely. Had he let the Beast have his way...
Bobby blinked. "Wait... 'so I could get into bed with you'? Is that one of those... Frudan slips?"
Hank chuckled, and grinning, he said "Freudian. And I guess it was..."
Bobby did a double take. "I... Somehow I thought all this was to make me not want to... I mean, I... Wait. I thought you were..." Bobby trailed off, not wanting to insult Hank. He could have been misreading this whole thing. Its not like he and Hank hadn't fallen asleep on one another. Granted, Bobby usually didn't wake up surrounded by him, but he hadn't really been thinking about it.
"Bobby, a lot of things happened recently. I learned a lot about myself over the past few days." Hank move back to the bed and slowly crawled in, so that he could be closer to Bobby. He took one of his hands into his own, still amazed at how delicate they looked to him. "You really are beautiful." Hank suddenly felt stupid. Usually he had such great tact. All the Shakespeare in the world didn't help him. He tried to call up a sonnet or something but it just wasn't working. He sighed and laid his head on the pillow, closing his eyes.
He heard Bobby grunt, then felt weight on him. He opened his eyes to see Bobby grinning triumphantly. Hank smiled, and Bobby slowly inched closer to Hank's face.
Part of Hank wanted to tear Bobby's clothes away just then. He knew that Bobby wasn't ready. It was too soon to- Hank gasped. Bobby's lips met his gently. Hank had kissed a girl once or twice, but never like this. Suddenly, Bobby's tongue passed through his lips, meeting his. They circled each other slowly.
Hank brought his arms up and stroked the back of Bobby's head. This felt so good. He wanted it to go farther than kissing, but knew it was too soon. Without warning Hank gasped as a wave of pure pleasure shook his body followed by stinging cold. "Oh my stars..." Hank gasped again as he shook. "and.. Ga... oooh." He looked down to see Bobby's fingers circling one of his nipples. He had to stop this. It was too soon.
"Bobby, we can't do this yet... its too early to-" Hank was interrupted by Bobby tonguing his nipple. He'd never felt anything like this. "Bobby, stop..." he said, his voice sounding far less convincing than he'd like. He sucked hard and Hank gasped again. Bobby let it go and smiled wickedly at him. Hank had to put and end to this, but he couldn't resist what Bobby was doing to him. Lips were back on his, and he felt pressure in his groin. He hadn't even realized it but he was hard. Bobby's hand was there, touching everything but what Hank wanted him so badly to touch. At the same time he fought himself, saying in his mind over and over 'Its too soon'.
With all the sanity and strength of will he had, Hank grabbed Bobby's hands. "We can't do this, Bobby." He said, finally sounding more convincing. He looked into Bobby's eyes and saw severe disappointment there. Suddenly a twinkle in his eye. Hank's eyes narrowed, and seconds later he felt both of his nipples freeze. Hank gasped in cold sharp pain and hot pleasure, the combination making him lose his grip.
Bobby lay against his torso, his head resting just under Hank's navel. "If this is too soon for you, Hank, I can wait." He said slowly.
"Too soon? For me?" Hank chuckled. "The things I want to do to you, Bobby..." Suddenly he realized he'd given Bobby the cue he needed. As if the throbbing hardness in his shorts was not enough on its own.
Bobby grinned and inched himself lower until his breath was making Hank quiver. Hank gave up. Bobby could make this choice. Bobby slid a finger just under the tight shorts Hank loved to wear. It kindled in both men fiery desire. Bobby lingered there, and slowly ran his finger around the waist-band. He felt Hank throb. Slowly he pulled down and the shorts came off much easier than he'd expected. He looked up at Hank, to see intense hunger in is eyes, like a starving man who'd just found food. Something touched his chin. Looking down, he gasped. Hank was exactly proportional to his body, he was so big. It was Bobby's turn to look hungry. He leaned down and drew a lungful of Hank's musky scent. It smelled so good. He moved forward and tasted it. Hank gasped again, trying to say something, but couldn't get it out.
Bobby traced wet circles on Hank's balls until he started to whimper. He moved his way up, dragging his tongue on Hank's shaft, savoring the sweet manly flavor of it. His own manhood throbbed now. He finally reached the tip, and licked the warm slit he found there, tasting Hank's salty-sweet pre-cum. He realized he was grinding on Hank's knee. Hank had stopped breathing, a gasp held in. Bobby took him into his mouth until he felt pressure on the back of his throat. Nearly gagging, he pulled back a little, but he wasn't ready to let go.
Impossibly, Hank gasped again and exhaled. "Ooh Bobby..." his voice had become a deep rumble. "Auuuwwrrr..." he said, the sound hung in his chest. Hank was losing control of himself, and fast. Bobby's pace slowed. The arms he held himself up with began to waver, and Bobby had to release Hank from the tight embrace of his jaw. He was wearing out already. Hank pulled him up and rolled to lay Bobby on his back, leaving Hank on his side. Bobby was breathing heavy.
"I'm sorry Hank.. I think I need a few minutes." Bobby said, looking unhappy with himself. Hank grinned a toothy grin, and stood next to the bed. Bobby was transfixed, his eyes locked on the primal masculine beauty in front of him. The way Hank stood made Bobby want him so badly. The way Hank was looking down at him hungrily made him smile. Slowly Hank moved to the foot of the bed, and crept up it, barely moving. Bobby's heart raced. Hank had the look of a great lion stalking prey. A low rumble came from his throat as he passed Bobby's knees, never once feeling him, just devouring the smell of him, the way his heart beat, the small sounds of longing that escaped his lips. Bobby's whole body craved his touch, ached for it. His body quivered with anticipation, and he hated Hank for doing this to him, but loved it at the same time.
Hank lowered himself on Bobby's stomach, letting the fine hair on his face barely brush his skin. Bobby moaned softly, the muscles in his smooth stomach tightening. Hank tasted him. The sweet salt of his skin was intoxicating. Hank could taste Bobby's desire, it seeped into his body and took hold of him. He found a soft nipple, and heard Bobby gasp as it hardened under his tongue. He bit it, harder than he'd planned. Bobby nearly shrieked, but his breath caught in his throat when Hank's tongue returned.
Hank's body rattled with pure want. The feelings and desires of his body hot in his chest, need burning him alive. He lost himself in Bobby's scent for a moment, then kissed him passionately. He never wanted this to end. He broke the kiss and move lower and hungrily trailed his tongue down Bobby's chest, stopping at the waist of his sweat pants. He closed his eyes, and Bobby whispered his need, how he wanted Hank, how beautiful he was. Hank pulled the pants away from his target, leaving Bobby in only a pair of boxer shorts. He nuzzled the thickness he found inside, breathing hot breath there, making Bobby throw his head from side to side and quiver. With an evil grin, he ripped the barrier away, earning a startled shriek from Bobby. He took him into his mouth, Bobby's taste itself bringing Hank close to release.
Bobby wasn't large, but neither was he small. Hank loved it, it was so easy to take, and he could have it all. Hank fell into a rhythm, rocking the small bed, and Bobby cried out in amazement and wonder and pure sexual glee. This only spurred Hank on. He moved faster and harder, and when his jaw started to ache he worked that much harder.
Between gasps, Bobby yelled "Oh... Hank... I... I'm going to..." And suddenly Hank's senses exploded. Flavor the likes of which he'd never even pondered flooded his whole body. Bobby shuddered and spasmed once more, and Hank's bobbing turned into gentle sucking. He wanted all of it. Hank's whole body throbbed again, and he released Bobby's spent member.
He moved up, and knowing that Bobby was both warn out and not ready for the ways Hank wanted to ravage him, he pressed his body to him, and let his mind pretend he was inside him. Hank could already feel it welling up inside him. Bobby looked into his eyes with pure love, adoration, and happiness. It threw Hank over the edge. He gripped Bobby's sides and clenched his teeth. His body full of tremors, he suddenly bucked wildly, arched his back, and cried his lover's name as white hot release shook him. He collapsed on top of Bobby, taking care not to smother him.
It occurred to him in a few moments that he may need a towel. He started to pull away, but Bobby held him by the waist, bent up, and kissed him.
"Why did we have to wait so long to do that." Bobby said breathlessly.
Half of him had wanted this for years. More than anything in the world, just to hold him. The other had been too dense to realize he wanted the same thing. Hank smiled. It was truly amazing how intelligent people could be idiots at the same time. Hank put his arm around Bobby's chest and inhaled deeply, his new senses capturing Bobby's scent. It was that same smell of a crisp winter morning. Hank couldn't get enough. He smiled as he started drifting off to sleep again.
*******
Cyclops walked slowly to the infirmary. He hoped he didn't run into the rest of the team right now. After that scene with Chimera, he felt so embarrassed. He'd never really thought so far into his own feelings. He knew he didn't like the idea of homosexuality. He thought it was dirty, and not what God intended. But was it up to him to judge people? He'd been thinking the same thing for most of the morning and into the afternoon. It was one thing to be embarrassed. It was another thing entirely to not come see how a team mate was doing. He had to do this, regardless of how he felt about Iceman's chosen lifestyle.
He finally made it to the infirmary. He'd expected the doors to open for him, but when they didn't, he collided roughly with them. Scott was confused. Hank had a patient who needed constant care. Where was he, and why would he lock the door? He pressed the door release and a short message appeared on the control pad. A room number. Bobby's room number. Scott had a sinking feeling.
*******
A door chime sounded, bringing Hank out of a pleasant nap. He started untangling himself from Bobby.
"Enter." he said, Bobby had woken up and though still to weak to even sit up, he didn't look all that happy to be separated from him. Hank smiled again. The doors opened, and Scott took a step through the doorway.
"Hank, I..." His jaw dropped when he saw Hank crawling out of the bed.
"Scott. What can I do for you." Hank asked anyway.
"You... No...I..." Scott mumbled.
"Are you alright?" Hank asked. He knew damn well what was going on here. He'd seen it coming. He knew that Scott was not the most open minded of the team. Silence passed for a moment as he looked between Hank and Bobby incredulously. This was not what Bobby needed right now.
"Scott, will you please join me in the hallway?" Hank asked pleasantly enough. "Bobby needs some rest and relaxation, I do not want him in any undue stress."
"Uh... Yeah. Sure Hank." was the reply.
Hank walked out into the hallway and motioned for Scott to follow. "I do not wish to leave Bobby alone for too long. Is there something I can help you with?" It really wasn't a question, more of a polite thing.
"I just wanted to see how Bobby was doing. Is he alright?"
"Yes. He will be fine. Either myself or another of the team will be with him at all times for a while, though I don't object to devoting my time to him for at least a few days." Hank said smoothly. He knew this was not going to stay such a pleasant conversation.
Scott looked relieved. "Oh... So its not..." he laughed. Laughed. The hair on Hank's neck stood on end. "I thought for a minute that you were... I mean it seems like everyone is turning gay these days..." Scott trailed off when he saw the expression on Hank's face.
"If I am, Cyclops, it is surely none of your business. Bobby is of consenting age, and if we were to choose to, there is nothing that you or anyone could do. Furthermore, I suggest you alter your attitude on this subject. I am aware of what occurred outside my infirmary this morning between you and Chimera. You do not have to be a homosexual yourself, but surely as a mutant you know what he is going through. You have no right to criticize him. I am not saying that his suicide attempt was your fault, simply that those kind of glances and comments are not conducive to proper morale." Hank really had not meant this to become a speech, but he was beginning to get worked up.
Scott took a step back. It looked as if he'd just had the carpet pulled out from under him. His lip curled in disgust. Obviously Hank's words had fallen on deaf ears. The beast inside him suggested a few possible courses of action, most of which ended messily.
Hank growled. "Is there a problem?"
Scott had never seen Hank angry. He'd seen him heartbroken, happy, the whole spectrum of emotions except this. For some reason, Scott felt as though he had to defend himself. The confrontation with Chimera this morning had left him embarrassed and pissed off. Hank was an easy target anyway.
"Yeah, I do have a problem. What is he doing in his quarters? What are you doing in his bed?" He asked curtly. He seemed oblivious to what the course of the conversation was doing to Hank. Usually, he would have just backed down, agreeing to disagree. This time, something as different, but Scott didn't know that.
Hank started to shake. "May I remind you that I am the doctor here? It didn't occur to you that I know what I'm doing?" If Scott opened his mouth, Hank was going to shut it for him. "And whom I choose to be in bed with is NONE of your business. I suggest you be on your way." Hank's back was arched, and his lips were peeling back, just barely showing teeth. Hank felt strange... he couldn't really describe the sensation. Territorial seemed to fit closely. Hank blocked the doorway. Something about what Scott was saying stirred emotions deep within him.
Scott didn't take the clue. "You couldn't at least have waited? He just tried to kill himself and now you're fuck-" ***CRACK***
Hank's fist landed squarely on Scott's nose. He felt it snap crisply, then crunch as he followed through with the punch. Scott's head slammed into the wall behind him, and Hank was surprised the ruby-quartz glasses survived. Hank turned and pressed a button making Bobby's doors hiss open. He then touched the button below it and entered a code combination.
"Jean here, what's the problem?"
"Jean, one of the children from the nursery found his way to Bobby's quarters and has a broken nose. If you don't mind setting it, I'd appreciate it. I don't think you'd want me doing it at the moment." Hank said as if he hadn't just assaulted the team leader and her mate. There was silence for a moment. Obviously Jean was getting the rest of the story from Scott, who lay still trying to figure out what kind of truck had hit him.
"I'll be there in a few minutes. I have to..." She paused "Wash my hair..." Hank smiled. If the illustrious Team Leader thought he was through the worst of it, he was gravely mistaken. He let the door close behind him, taking one look back, making it seem like a cold glance, but also checking to make sure he'd not seriously injured Scott.
Bobby was staring at him, his expression was so confused it was totally unreadable.
"Uh... wow Hank." Bobby stuttered, still trying to comprehend what happened. Hank was amazed. Bobby was already sitting up. On his own. He was going to talk to Chimera later if he could, to thank him and also to get some more of his blood. The healing properties it carried were amazing. If only he could figure out the genetic-
That would have to be saved for another day. He sighed and looked down at his fist. It was still throbbing a little from the blow, but he felt wonderful. His adrenaline pumping, his heart pumping strongly. "I... I probably should not have done that." Hank began. "I couldn't stand what he was saying about you. The notion that I would place your life in danger so I could get into bed with you..." Hank realized what he'd just said. He'd really had no physical attraction to Bobby, or to anyone for that matter, but in the last few days, much about him had changed dramatically. He realized that the attraction was there, it was just one of the many emotions he'd buried to keep the Beast at bay. Bobby was still his friend, the closest one he'd ever had. But he was also something more now. Hank had no problems laying anyone out who spoke badly of his friend, but the sensation he'd gotten only moments before had been something different entirely. Had he let the Beast have his way...
Bobby blinked. "Wait... 'so I could get into bed with you'? Is that one of those... Frudan slips?"
Hank chuckled, and grinning, he said "Freudian. And I guess it was..."
Bobby did a double take. "I... Somehow I thought all this was to make me not want to... I mean, I... Wait. I thought you were..." Bobby trailed off, not wanting to insult Hank. He could have been misreading this whole thing. Its not like he and Hank hadn't fallen asleep on one another. Granted, Bobby usually didn't wake up surrounded by him, but he hadn't really been thinking about it.
"Bobby, a lot of things happened recently. I learned a lot about myself over the past few days." Hank move back to the bed and slowly crawled in, so that he could be closer to Bobby. He took one of his hands into his own, still amazed at how delicate they looked to him. "You really are beautiful." Hank suddenly felt stupid. Usually he had such great tact. All the Shakespeare in the world didn't help him. He tried to call up a sonnet or something but it just wasn't working. He sighed and laid his head on the pillow, closing his eyes.
He heard Bobby grunt, then felt weight on him. He opened his eyes to see Bobby grinning triumphantly. Hank smiled, and Bobby slowly inched closer to Hank's face.
Part of Hank wanted to tear Bobby's clothes away just then. He knew that Bobby wasn't ready. It was too soon to- Hank gasped. Bobby's lips met his gently. Hank had kissed a girl once or twice, but never like this. Suddenly, Bobby's tongue passed through his lips, meeting his. They circled each other slowly.
Hank brought his arms up and stroked the back of Bobby's head. This felt so good. He wanted it to go farther than kissing, but knew it was too soon. Without warning Hank gasped as a wave of pure pleasure shook his body followed by stinging cold. "Oh my stars..." Hank gasped again as he shook. "and.. Ga... oooh." He looked down to see Bobby's fingers circling one of his nipples. He had to stop this. It was too soon.
"Bobby, we can't do this yet... its too early to-" Hank was interrupted by Bobby tonguing his nipple. He'd never felt anything like this. "Bobby, stop..." he said, his voice sounding far less convincing than he'd like. He sucked hard and Hank gasped again. Bobby let it go and smiled wickedly at him. Hank had to put and end to this, but he couldn't resist what Bobby was doing to him. Lips were back on his, and he felt pressure in his groin. He hadn't even realized it but he was hard. Bobby's hand was there, touching everything but what Hank wanted him so badly to touch. At the same time he fought himself, saying in his mind over and over 'Its too soon'.
With all the sanity and strength of will he had, Hank grabbed Bobby's hands. "We can't do this, Bobby." He said, finally sounding more convincing. He looked into Bobby's eyes and saw severe disappointment there. Suddenly a twinkle in his eye. Hank's eyes narrowed, and seconds later he felt both of his nipples freeze. Hank gasped in cold sharp pain and hot pleasure, the combination making him lose his grip.
Bobby lay against his torso, his head resting just under Hank's navel. "If this is too soon for you, Hank, I can wait." He said slowly.
"Too soon? For me?" Hank chuckled. "The things I want to do to you, Bobby..." Suddenly he realized he'd given Bobby the cue he needed. As if the throbbing hardness in his shorts was not enough on its own.
Bobby grinned and inched himself lower until his breath was making Hank quiver. Hank gave up. Bobby could make this choice. Bobby slid a finger just under the tight shorts Hank loved to wear. It kindled in both men fiery desire. Bobby lingered there, and slowly ran his finger around the waist-band. He felt Hank throb. Slowly he pulled down and the shorts came off much easier than he'd expected. He looked up at Hank, to see intense hunger in is eyes, like a starving man who'd just found food. Something touched his chin. Looking down, he gasped. Hank was exactly proportional to his body, he was so big. It was Bobby's turn to look hungry. He leaned down and drew a lungful of Hank's musky scent. It smelled so good. He moved forward and tasted it. Hank gasped again, trying to say something, but couldn't get it out.
Bobby traced wet circles on Hank's balls until he started to whimper. He moved his way up, dragging his tongue on Hank's shaft, savoring the sweet manly flavor of it. His own manhood throbbed now. He finally reached the tip, and licked the warm slit he found there, tasting Hank's salty-sweet pre-cum. He realized he was grinding on Hank's knee. Hank had stopped breathing, a gasp held in. Bobby took him into his mouth until he felt pressure on the back of his throat. Nearly gagging, he pulled back a little, but he wasn't ready to let go.
Impossibly, Hank gasped again and exhaled. "Ooh Bobby..." his voice had become a deep rumble. "Auuuwwrrr..." he said, the sound hung in his chest. Hank was losing control of himself, and fast. Bobby's pace slowed. The arms he held himself up with began to waver, and Bobby had to release Hank from the tight embrace of his jaw. He was wearing out already. Hank pulled him up and rolled to lay Bobby on his back, leaving Hank on his side. Bobby was breathing heavy.
"I'm sorry Hank.. I think I need a few minutes." Bobby said, looking unhappy with himself. Hank grinned a toothy grin, and stood next to the bed. Bobby was transfixed, his eyes locked on the primal masculine beauty in front of him. The way Hank stood made Bobby want him so badly. The way Hank was looking down at him hungrily made him smile. Slowly Hank moved to the foot of the bed, and crept up it, barely moving. Bobby's heart raced. Hank had the look of a great lion stalking prey. A low rumble came from his throat as he passed Bobby's knees, never once feeling him, just devouring the smell of him, the way his heart beat, the small sounds of longing that escaped his lips. Bobby's whole body craved his touch, ached for it. His body quivered with anticipation, and he hated Hank for doing this to him, but loved it at the same time.
Hank lowered himself on Bobby's stomach, letting the fine hair on his face barely brush his skin. Bobby moaned softly, the muscles in his smooth stomach tightening. Hank tasted him. The sweet salt of his skin was intoxicating. Hank could taste Bobby's desire, it seeped into his body and took hold of him. He found a soft nipple, and heard Bobby gasp as it hardened under his tongue. He bit it, harder than he'd planned. Bobby nearly shrieked, but his breath caught in his throat when Hank's tongue returned.
Hank's body rattled with pure want. The feelings and desires of his body hot in his chest, need burning him alive. He lost himself in Bobby's scent for a moment, then kissed him passionately. He never wanted this to end. He broke the kiss and move lower and hungrily trailed his tongue down Bobby's chest, stopping at the waist of his sweat pants. He closed his eyes, and Bobby whispered his need, how he wanted Hank, how beautiful he was. Hank pulled the pants away from his target, leaving Bobby in only a pair of boxer shorts. He nuzzled the thickness he found inside, breathing hot breath there, making Bobby throw his head from side to side and quiver. With an evil grin, he ripped the barrier away, earning a startled shriek from Bobby. He took him into his mouth, Bobby's taste itself bringing Hank close to release.
Bobby wasn't large, but neither was he small. Hank loved it, it was so easy to take, and he could have it all. Hank fell into a rhythm, rocking the small bed, and Bobby cried out in amazement and wonder and pure sexual glee. This only spurred Hank on. He moved faster and harder, and when his jaw started to ache he worked that much harder.
Between gasps, Bobby yelled "Oh... Hank... I... I'm going to..." And suddenly Hank's senses exploded. Flavor the likes of which he'd never even pondered flooded his whole body. Bobby shuddered and spasmed once more, and Hank's bobbing turned into gentle sucking. He wanted all of it. Hank's whole body throbbed again, and he released Bobby's spent member.
He moved up, and knowing that Bobby was both warn out and not ready for the ways Hank wanted to ravage him, he pressed his body to him, and let his mind pretend he was inside him. Hank could already feel it welling up inside him. Bobby looked into his eyes with pure love, adoration, and happiness. It threw Hank over the edge. He gripped Bobby's sides and clenched his teeth. His body full of tremors, he suddenly bucked wildly, arched his back, and cried his lover's name as white hot release shook him. He collapsed on top of Bobby, taking care not to smother him.
It occurred to him in a few moments that he may need a towel. He started to pull away, but Bobby held him by the waist, bent up, and kissed him.
"Why did we have to wait so long to do that." Bobby said breathlessly.