"Tell me, Brackish!" Milton demanded.
The two men were fiddling with items around the lab, when Brackish had told Milton that he had had a super-top-secret meeting with the Chief of Operations at Area 51.
"I told you, I can't tell you." Brackish looked at Milton with a sly smile and turned back to his work.
Milton eyed his boyfriend suspiciously. He approached Brackish from behind; wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's torso and rested his chin on his shoulder. He then turned his head so that his lips were lightly brushing Brackish's ear, "Come on, baby," he whispered playfully. "you know you want to tell me."
Brackish stepped back slightly, turning to face his boyfriend he bit his bottom lip coyly. "Milty, baby you know what that does to me, you naughty boy." Brackish took this opportunity to change the subject and ran with it. He grabbed Milton's hand and pulled him close to his body and kissed him on the lips, he wrapped his arm free arm around Milton's lower back and held him close. Milton pulled back.
"Baby, this isn't the time or the place for that!" Milton objected, but it was clear from his shortness of breath and the half smile on his face that he was not as eager to end the kiss as his objection would imply. "Please, just tell me." He added breathlessly, still holding Brackish's hand.
Brackish sighed. "Alright, but you're not going to like it." Brackish squeezed his boyfriend's hand. "We are apparently getting interns." Brackish told him.
"Well, that's great!" Milton responded with excitement. "I've been telling you I need an assistant for a while..." Brackish cut him off.
"Girls...Milton...young girls from the university. We're going to be receiving young female college interns." Brackish let go of Milton's hand and continued his work. Milton looked at him curiously. He knew that any other man would be excited to work with young, wide-eyed girls as interns. Not Brackish, too much of a distraction from his work. "You're enough of a distraction for me, baby." He'd respond. Milton rolled his eyes at the thought of Brackish's response and chuckled a bit before resuming his own work.
Brackish and Milton had been together for decades. They were best friends and romantic partners. There was no one in the world who knew Brackish better than Milton did, and vice versa. They talked about everything, from their shared interest in alien biology, to their experiences in school, to eschatology and their beliefs about the world. One thing they almost never talked about, though, was girls. Both men had admitted years ago that they were bisexual, (at least bi-curious in Brackish's case), but that conversation ended rather quickly, after Milton admitted he had had sex with women in his youth. Brackish had wanted to be Milton's first. Milton was his, he had admitted after their first intimate encounter many decades ago. This was a discussion long since forgotten. That is until Brackish brought it up again later that evening.
"Milton, do you ever miss having sex with women?"
Milton looked at him with a look of guilt and embarrassment. "Brackish, you know you are the absolute love of my life. Having sex with you...no, making love with you is so utterly satisfying and fantastic I would never want to change a thing..."
"But...?" Brackish interrupted him.
"But having sex with women is different. With you it's a little rough and very masculine. Which is a good thing" he added quickly. "A very good thing; but having sex with women is gentle and feminine. The female body is soft, curvy and full of mystery. Not to mention, boobs are fun to play with." Milton giggled. "For a man, pleasure comes easily, we've got this incredibly sensitive rod protruding from our bodies just waiting to be touched; but for women, their pleasure doesn't come nearly as easily. It's kind of like a puzzle to figure out where and how to touch, to kiss, to lick."
Listening to his boyfriend speak like this was starting to turn Brackish on. He could tell that Milton was also becoming aroused by the look in his eyes. He wanted to turn that arousal around, from thinking about women, to thinking about him. Of course, that wouldn't take much. All he had to do was remind him how much he loves their rough, masculine sex. The sex that left them both satisfied without taking too much brain power. The sex that Brackish really wanted right now. He was going to have to wait though, because they both had a meeting with the Chief of Operations about their incoming interns.
Brackish had always been a little socially awkward. His relationship with Milton started out very slowly, Brackish had a hard time catching cues from Milton that he was interested in pursuing more than friendship. With time and a lot of patience on Milton's part, Brackish learned to understand exactly what Milton was trying to express without words. He knew Milton's every thought; every wink, smirk and furrow of his brow had a specific meaning behind it that Brackish had had years to decipher. For this reason (mostly), he was incredibly anxious about the prospect of working with an intern. This new person would most likely have a completely different set of mannerisms and quirks that Brackish would have to learn to interpret. Hopefully, this person wouldn't be too demanding of his attention.
As the two men walked to the Chief's office, they held hands. It was an incredible feeling to be able to walk through the hallways at Area 51 holding hands; as they had for many decades felt they needed to hide their love from the public eye.
They entered the office and were immediately directed to sit down. "Yes, thank you both for coming in." The Chief started. "I just wanted to let you know that we have the names of your interns."
Anxiety started to burn inside Brackish's stomach, and he gripped Milton's hand tight. Milton rubbed his thumb over Brackish's hand reassuringly and nodded his head, prompting the Chief to continue.
"Their names are Mandy Stevens and Kat Hayes." The Chief informed them. "They are students of Xenobiology and Xenoanthropology respectively, at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas School of Public Health." he continued. "Dr. Okun, you'll be working with Mandy, as she is interested in your work dissecting alien specimen. Dr. Isaacs, Kat will be working with you in your attempts to repair that alien spacecraft you've been working on. Have them do whatever it is you need them to do. They're staying in one of our on-site dorms free of charge, so they need to earn their keep."
Brackish felt his face flush. "And Doctors?" The Chief continued. "They are arriving here tomorrow at 0900. They will be your responsibility, so make sure they are safe. That's all, you're dismissed."
The next morning the boys awoke before 0600. "Let's have a quick shower before we need to get ready." Brackish suggested, winking at his boyfriend.
"Okay, baby, but we've got lots of time, can we make it a long one?" Milton asked sweetly. "It'll help calm your nerves, anyway.
Brackish smirked at his boyfriend. "Heh, you're probably right." Brackish had had trouble sleeping that night because of constant anxiety regarding the arrival of his new intern. He knew a good romp in the sack...er..shower would do him well.
Brackish watched as Milton disrobed and turned on the water. He couldn't help staring at him. Milton didn't have well toned muscles or a chiseled chin, but damn he loved Milton's body; and the way he knew Milton could make his body feel made his knees weak and his cock ache. He looked longingly at Milton's almost fully hardened cock and his mouth started to water.
"I know what you're thinking, baby, but I don't think that's the best way to calm your nerves." Milton said softly. He helped Brackish off with his clothes and set them down on the chair by the shower. He took Brackish's hand and led him into the industrial sized shower that they shared, and closed the glass door. Milton wrapped his arms around Brackish's neck and pulled him close. He let himself feel the hot water pouring down his back and kissed Brackish on the lips. He reached for the body wash that was sitting on a ledge. He loved the smell of this body wash, it was from the Old Spice Wild Collection, and the smell brought back many memories of previous shower escapades with Brackish. Milton poured a little of the body wash onto his palm and began rubbing it onto Brackish's body; starting with his neck, rubbing and massaging his shoulders, down to his chest where he stopped briefly to pinch one of Brackish's sensitive nipples. This made Brackish squirm a bit, and Milton chuckled softly. Milton continued to lather Brackish. He had almost made it to Brackish's stomach when he heard him make a stifled sound.
"Mmm." Brackish was becoming impatient. Milton knew this and was still determined to finish lathering his boyfriend. Milton was also very aroused, but he knew that the pace of his overtures would dictate the satisfaction of the climax, for both of them.
Finally, Milton reached Brackish's pelvis, but he wasn't done teasing yet. He poured a little bit more body wash onto his palm and began rubbing it into the short hairs above Brackish's attentive cock. From the sound of Brackish's breathing above him, Milton understood how desperately Brackish wanted him to touch his most sensitive area. Milton was going to give in soon. But first he needed to rub a little body wash on himself. He did this decidedly much quicker than he had done for Brackish; focusing on his lower abdomen and pelvic area.
When he was finished lathering himself, he again wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and pulled him close. This time he aligned their hips so that their cocks were slotted next to each other. Milton began thrusting gently, increasing his speed and friction as Brackish's sighs and moans became more and more desperate. He wanted to keep a steady pace so that he and Brackish would last longer. He wanted to provide Brackish with steady pleasure that filled him with feelings of calmness and security, instead of intense pleasure that might increase his anxiety.
As Brackish's moans became more desperate, it was getting harder and harder for Milton to stop himself from reaching his climax. He wanted Brackish to reach his first, so he reached down to grip both of their cocks in his hand and began rubbing them together at the same pace he was thrusting his hips.
"Mmm, baby that's so good, I am so close." Brackish whispered softly into Milton's ear. Milton was relieved to hear that Brackish was so close to the edge, because he wasn't going to be able to stave off the inevitable for much longer.
Soon, Brackish's breathing became uneven and his sighs of pleasure became moans of impending climax. Milton used his pinky and ring finger to rub at Brackish's perineum and at his balls that were rapidly becoming closer and closer to his body. Milton was so focused on helping Brackish reach his climax that he had almost completely forgotten about his own. He continued to rub their cocks together with his hand until he heard the words he was waiting for.
"Mmmm, baby I'm coming!" Brackish blurted out with his eyes shut tight. He threw his head back and barely missed the back wall of the shower. Milton watched as stream after stream of Brackish's come washed over his hand and his cock. That was enough for Milton. He felt himself reach the edge and allowed himself to join his lover in feelings of intense ecstasy. He held Brackish as they both rode out their orgasms. Whispered moans of "I love you" could barely be comprehended over the sounds of blood rushing in his ears, but he knew it was true. He felt the same way. Has for many decades.