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Damon Kincaid set down his bags and looked around the hotel lobby. It was a pretty nice place for a conference; airy and well-lit, with collections of comfortable chairs scattered around the large room. Signs off to the side pointed the way to a series of smaller rooms; those would be where they'd actually hold the talks. He hoped that the conference would at least be interesting. His work at Berkeley was more as a computer tech than anything else; he'd finished a masters degree in Computer Engineering last year but hadn't moved on yet. His work with the biology group suited him; most of the biologists were discovering that they relied now on telecommunications and huge data storage systems that they didn't even understand, never mind knew how to administer properly. Running the network and keeping everybody's equipment doing what it was supposed to be doing was, really, quite a challenge.But he felt as though his life were in a holding pattern. That degree was about the only thing that had really worked out, over the last few years. Computer scientists were independent types, and Damon found he had little to say to most of them outside of tech-talk. And women in the field were few and far between. Women in the field who were interesting - to him at least - were even fewer. He hadn't had a serious date in about two years; just quick meet-at-a-bar-and-go-to-bed kind of things that left him ultimately unsatisfied.
This conference was a chance to get out of the lab, a chance to maybe meet some new people. Or maybe even find a new job. The Bay Area, honestly, intimidated him just a little bit. Though he'd die before admitting that to anybody! He just didn't know how to handle that place. It was so different from where he'd grown up...
He made a face at himself, went over to the desk, and checked in. The room, when he reached it, was small but comfortable. He set his single suitcase down on the dresser, and started the shower. The opening reception was this evening, and he wanted to clean up from the plane. Air travel always made him feel just slightly skuzzy.
***
"Damon Kincaid," he introduced himself, smiling firmly. The tech people here would be few and far between; it was mostly a biology conference. So it made sense to peek at nametags and introduce himself to the tech people he could find, maybe talk some general shop, before their own meetings started in earnest tomorrow.
As soon as the man, Gerry Arnauld, as his nametag proclaimed, looked up at him and smiled back, Damon knew, with that funny internal wiggle, that as usual, he'd made a poor choice. "Damon, good to meet you," Gerry responded, his eyes sweeping quickly over Damon's frame. "You're up at Berkeley, I see?"
Not quite hidden in the other man's expression was a pleased assessment of the Damon's appearance. Damon knew he warranted it, when he was being honest with himself. He stood two inches short of six feet, and though at 26 he was no longer teen-slender, he'd kept his weight down, and time spent on lunch-hour workouts a few times a week kept his muscles and skin firm. The summer tan had faded, but his skin was naturally olive anyway, thanks to some Italian blood on his mother's side. Brown of eye and hair, in more candid moments he admitted that his hair was his one true vanity; full and dark and wavy (again, thanks to his mother's family), he brushed and tended it carefully, keeping it short - but not too short.
The frank admiration in the other man's eyes made Damon shift uncomfortably, and he withdrew his hand. Just because he worked at UCB didn't mean he was gay! "Yeah," he remembered to reply. "I do a lot of network admin stuff, keep the systems running, that kind of thing. I'm a hardware guy, mostly."
Gerry's lips quirked up around the edges, and he seemed about to make a comment on that phrasing. Damon looked away. Why, why did he always end up talking to these guys? Why were they always the ones who caught his attention? Gerry wasn't bad-looking himself; he had shoulder-length brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, with a smile to match. He was similar in build to Damon, though an inch or two shorter; he seemed friendly, interested in chatting. Why was it that the ones Damon decided to talk to, try to become friendly with, always ended up being... well... too friendly?
Damon tried to push aside fear, doubt, indecision, wishing he could respond to Gerry's unvoiced desire, wishing that he didn't want to, had never wanted to...
"Hey, I'm going to go over and get a beer; you want anything?" Gerry asked, instead of making the comment that Damon had feared. Maybe he just had the sense not to make any cracks about ‘hardware' in public. But Damon saw his opening and took it.
"No thanks," he said, politely. "I had a long flight; I'll probably just make a round of the room and head to sleep."
Gerry shrugged. "Suit yourself." His tone was a bit cooler now than it had been. Perhaps Damon's unspoken message had gotten through.
Damon watched his retreating form for a few moments - then felt a prickling at the back of his own neck, as if someone were watching him in turn. Frowning, he turned, slowly.
Then his jaw dropped.
***
"It is you."
Damon blinked, but the apparition before him did not fade away, or change in any other way. "Korey Nielson," he breathed. "My god."
"Hello, Damon."
Korey Nielson had been his best friend in junior high and high school. But Damon hadn't seen him since their freshman year of college. Korey had gone to the business school at State U., while Damon had gone to a smaller engineering college about an hour's drive away. Seeing him now, business-casual in a nice pair of black corduroys and a cream sweater, blonde hair slightly tousled and an uncertain half-smile on his face, he looked both older and younger than Damon's memories required.
Which made sense. After all, it had been almost 8 years. Almost 8 years since the confession - and argument - that had ruined their friendship from that day forward.
Korey took a small step towards him, opened his mouth again to speak.
Damon, feeling his pulse quicken, put up a hand to stop him. "Could we - talk somewhere private?" Whether they were going to rehash that old argument or not... Damon didn't think that he wanted anything they had to say to each other to be said in public like this. And he really wasn't sure where this was going to go. Korey's expression was unreadable, and Damon was afraid to meet his eyes.
Korey paused, then nodded abruptly. "You're right. Follow me."
***
The back office was quiet, the décor unmistakably Korey's own. Damon recognized a few trinkets from Korey's parents house; a laughing Buddha on the shelf, green gemstone in its belly, a framed picture of Korey's immediate family, a few photos that Damon recognized as art shots taken during their high school photography class. Other things were new; some photos of unfamiliar faces, a collection of National Park magnets and photos, a few well-thumbed books with unfamiliar titles on the shelves. New, but still recognizably Korey's. His desk was angled so that he could look out the window from it; Korey had always wanted a view. Damon walked over to it, glanced out. It was dark now, and the city was coming back to life after the post-dinner lull. The lights down at street level glimmered and glared.
It felt odd - odd, frightening... and strangely gratifying, too - that he could still recognize his friend's personality, his - his essence - here in this office, after so many years. So many years... Damon felt all the tingling of the old closeness - and all the bitter accusations of their last conversation - spinning in a confusing swirl of emotion within his chest. He'd put it behind him, but he'd never really resolved it...
Korey's words seemed to echo on his thoughts. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?" he asked, softly. He perched on the edge of his desk, carelessly pushing aside a business magazine and a stack of post-it notes.
His old friend's expression was tense - too blank to read, too controlled to be natural. Damon swallowed. "What do you want me to say, Korey? What was I supposed to do?"
"Nothing. You weren't supposed to do anything." Korey's control hadn't slipped in the slightest. "Damon, we haven't seen each other in eight years. Give it a rest. Say hello, at least."
The last time we spoke, he wanted me to say a lot more than ‘hello'. Damon sat in the chair Korey indicated, trying to control his inner shaking. I almost said it, too. But I couldn't give up my life. He found he couldn't look at the man who'd once been his best friend. The man who could have been much more than that. If I'd let him. If I'd had the courage to let him. "I'm sorry," he apologized, when he thought he could keep the betraying thoughts out of his voice. "I didn't expect to see you; I'm still kind of in shock." He tried on a smile; it managed to break through, faintly. He probably hates me, now.
"I know. Me too." Korey tried a small smile of his own; it flickered, then slipped away as Damon watched. Korey's eyes, as deeply brown as ever, were directed at the window behind Damon's shoulder. His thick blonde hair was darker than Damon remembered; darkening with age. The last time they'd seen each other, they'd been barely adults, Korey just 18, Damon six months older. Now Damon was 26 and there was apparently a world of difference in those views.
He caught himself sneaking peeks at Korey and mentally clamped down. The man doesn't want anything from you now. You're not even friends anymore. As this stilted little encounter is making painfully obvious.
"So - what brings you here?" Korey asked, after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
Damon shrugged. "The conference, what else? Not much other reason for me to be here, instead of in the lab at Berkeley." He winced inwardly at that statement - but he hadn't known Korey was here, after all, he hadn't meant it that way...
Korey's eyebrow quirked up. "Imagine, Mr Traditional-Marriage-and-Kids ending up working at Berkeley." His voice was faintly bitter; Damon flinched as the barb hit home. Korey sighed and rubbed his hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry, Damon. I shouldn't have said that."
"Why not? It's true," Damon shrugged again. He knew, had known when he'd spoken those words that night, that they were meant to hurt Korey - to hurt him unforgivably. He hadn't expected Korey to forgive him.
"So - how's that going, anyway? The marriage and kids part, I mean?" Korey sounded hesitant, voice lacking its usual confident edge. He wasn't looking at Damon, or even at the window anymore. His eyes were on the vaguely-Navajo patterned rug, his fingers twisting around each other in his lap.
"Not so good." Damon realized, as he spoke the words, that he wanted Korey to forgive him. That he was offering up his own misfortunes and confusion to try to match Korey's pain. It won't work. Damn it. It's stupid. "It... didn't work out. With Laura. With... well, with anybody. Lord knows I tried." He tried to chuckle, barely managed it. "I stand before you wifeless and childless."
"I...see." Korey blinked. "I'm sorry."
"What about you?" Damon asked.
"I am as I always was," Korey answered, immediately, voice flat.
There didn't seem to be anything to say to that. Damon risked a real glance at his old friend, saw the stress-lines crinkling between his eyes, at their corners. His dark, expressive eyes, which could have told Damon so much - had told him too much, that chilly autumn night - were fixed determinedly on the rug. He looked like he was in the grip of a migraine, or something.
Damon shifted. "Korey - you look like you're in pain. I'll go. If this - if I'm bothering you."
Korey shook his head. "Probably best. We said our goodbyes eight years ago. Should've left it at that, I guess."
Damon realized, as his heart sank, that that was not the answer he'd wanted to hear. But what did he expect Korey to do, anyway? Jump up from where he slouched against the desk, grab him, wrap him in his arms - kiss him? Beg him to stay? Jesus. This wasn't some trashy romance novel. He rose, slowly. "I suppose so." Korey didn't look up. Damon had to pass him to leave the room, anyway. He took a step, then another. Stopped by Korey's desk. "Korey - for what it's worth. I'm sorry."
"For what?" Korey snorted, without looking up.
For not realizing what it was you were offering. For throwing it back in your face, once I did realize.
"For being a stupid prick, I guess. A conceited and bigoted one, at that." A scared one, he amended mentally. Above all else, he'd been scared. He was still scared, come to that. Witness - well, most of his problems lately.
"Fat lot of good that does now." No mistaking the bitterness in his voice.
"I know." Damon spoke the words softly. For the sake of his bigoted fright, he'd thrown away his best friend. That sinking, roiling feeling in his stomach wasn't getting any better. It had been hard enough to do this the first time, when he'd had the push of anger and fright to help him, when he'd been running high on the adrenaline of righteousness. Swallowing hard, he reached out, clasped Korey's shoulder for a brief farewell -
And realized, as his old friend flinched, then froze, that Korey was shaking. Physically shaking with tension. His heartbeat fluttered like a bird's, the nerves ran through Damon's own body like fire. "Korey, are you all right?"
"God damn it, NO!" Korey's breath hissed between his teeth like an explosion. "No, I'm not all right! Just god-damn GO, okay?"
"I can't leave you like this!" he protested. "I - I don't want to!" There. He'd said it. The clenching acid in his stomach didn't abate.
"Bullshit. Go. I'll be fine once you leave." He broke free of his paralysis, dashed Damon's hand from his shoulder, sprang from the desk and put a few steps between them for good measure. Shouting now, "Get out of here! Get out of my life!"
Damon felt what hope that was left in him abruptly disappear. He dropped his hand, lowered his head. "All right. I'm sorry. I - didn't realize you hated me that much."
I made my bed, and now I'll have to god-damn lie in it. I'd never expected to see him again anyway; nothing's different than it was before... He blinked eyes suddenly stinging, making his way slowly to the door.
Damon had his hand on the doorknob before Korey spoke again. "I don't hate you. Damon, I need you to know that."
"What, then?" he asked, without turning around.
"It's just - it's better. This way. For me. For you. It's better." No longer shouting, his voice sounded as dead, as weary, as Damon felt. Not controlled, not anymore. Just dead.
"If that's true, then why do you sound so god-damn awful?" he snapped, his friend's depression galvanizing him briefly.
Korey didn't answer. Damon waited, hand on the doorframe. Then he heard footsteps and he turned around to find himself face to face with the other man - and then lip-to-lip, as Korey grabbed his shoulder and the back of his head and kissed him, abruptly and fiercely.
The contact lanced through him, hot and cold, adrenaline like a knife's edge - Flooded with too many conflicting impulses, Damon froze, and Korey got his arms locked around Damon's body, pulling him close. "Because if you fucking stay, this is what's always going to be in my head!" Korey said through gritted teeth, breaking off the kiss. "Because this is why you fucking left, eight years ago! And nothing's changed since then!"
"That's not true," Damon said, quietly. It wasn't true, and it was time that he faced it. Korey swallowed, tense. His eyes were on Damon's chest, not his face. Damon shook himself free of Korey's confining embrace and reached out - Korey flinched. Damon touched his cheek, then forced his chin up. "Korey, it isn't true that nothing has changed." He swallowed. "I have changed."
Korey's expression remained defiant. As if he didn't believe him. Damon hesitated, then kissed Korey's lips.
Lightning. Thunder and lightning.
Korey's arms were around him again, and when their kiss broke off by gradual, mutual consent, he was smiling. Really smiling. There were tears running down his cheeks. Damon met his eyes and smiled back, feeling all of his tension dropping away.
"I wished, later, I hadn't tried to push you," Korey said, softly. "I regretted it. Bitterly. I shouldn't have pushed you."
"No," Damon agreed. "But I shouldn't have said what I said, either."
"Did you regret it?" Korey asked.
"Not then," Damon admitted. "I was too high on righteousness. But... I came to regret it. Very much." He rubbed his eyes. "I was sure you hated me. When you found me, out there - I guess... I guess I wanted to know how badly I'd screwed up."
"I couldn't pass up a chance to see you, talk to you. Even if it hurt. I love you," Korey said, voice still soft. "I always loved you."
"I know." Damon took a breath, let it out. "I wasn't ready for that, then."
"Are you now?"
"If you take it easy on me - yes. I think so." Damon felt Korey's muscles shift under his hands. Then Korey pulled him back into a full-body embrace, and for some time they just stood like that, drinking in each other's touch and scent.
***
After a while, Damon felt Korey begin to move, felt his fingers against his chin. He lifted his head, and Korey brushed his lips against Damon's again - but softer this time, not demanding but exploring, reaching out... His lips were soft and warm, a little narrower than the women Damon was used to... His tongue flicked out, then, tracing a delicate line across Damon's lips, and, hesitantly, Damon opened his mouth. It wasn't that he'd never thought about kissing a man this way - it wasn't that at all. But he'd never actually done it...
Korey's tongue probed lightly into his mouth, sliding against his own tongue, and his hand came back around behind his head, his fingers running through Damon's thick hair... Damon felt his pulse beginning to quicken, felt the familiar tightness in his gut. With a quick motion, he slid his own tongue against Korey's, and then into the other man's mouth, wanting his warmth, wanting to learn his taste... He felt, more than heard, Korey's breath catch, and then suddenly they were pressing tightly together, tongues sliding quickly, desperately, as the urgency seemed to pound in a mounting rhythm through his brain -
Korey, gasping, broke their clinch. "Good god!" he swore, voice soft but tense with desire. "Damon..." Damon put his hands on his shoulders, ran one hand lightly up the side of his neck; Korey tilted his head to give him better access, groaning softly. "Oh god. Damon, wait... Stop - "
"Why?" he asked.
"I - it's been so damn long - I - I want to go slow but I want this so much - "
In the face of the man's naked longing, Damon wasn't sure what to say. But he couldn't stop now. He couldn't! Pressure from his friend's pulse was singing through his body, making him tense, eager - alive - for the first time in so long - "Korey..."
He stepped in, pressing his lips against the other mans' again, but Korey pushed him away this time. "Damn it, Damon, I promised - and I can't. I can't!" He was nearly shouting. "It's too much - I want you too much - "
"Ssh, ssh," Damon touched his shoulder, lightly this time. "All right. Take it easy." He was still nearly vibrating with need - but Korey's distress was too real to ignore. He took a deep breath; Korey did too, and released it on a sigh.
"I don't want it to be like this," Korey managed, finally, more calmly. "I - I want to go slow. I want our first time together to be - something special. Not like this. Not on the floor in an office; not so fast - "
"I have a room here at the hotel," Damon offered. He was coming down a bit - and suddenly knew that Korey was right. They had too much between them to cheapen things this way. He had too much to apologize for. And if Korey could give him maybe a half hour or so, he could come up with something in the way of romance, he was sure he could -
"No, no," Korey waved a hand. Then he hesitated, and looked up to meet his friend's eyes. "Damon, would you - come home with me tonight?"
Damon blinked. Then he smiled, and took Korey's hand when he held it out. "Of course I will."
***
Korey had some real work to do; he hadn't just been at the hotel for kicks. Something had gone wrong at the desk and his authorization was needed to fix it. He needed about an hour of time. Damon nodded quietly, and agreed to meet him in the hotel bar at 11. Then he went back up to his own room; he had his own preparations to make.
He'd showered before he'd gone downstairs, but now he took another one, wanting the confidence boost of knowing he was clean, and smelled good... Stepping out of the shower stall he dried himself off, then went over to the mirror. He didn't need to shave; he'd done a pretty good job earlier. But he blow-dried his hair carefully, brushing it so his loose curls shone, then brushed his teeth as well. He hadn't brought much cologne with him, but he had brought his favorite; that would do.
He splashed just a tiny bit on; still nude, he then walked into the main room, trying to figure out what he should wear.
Motion in the edge of the bureau mirror caught his eye, and his heart skipped a beat until he realized it was just himself. He moved over to stand in front of it, studied himself critically. Firm muscles, toned skin. Korey shouldn't have anything to complain about... In response to the trend of his thoughts, he felt his cock begin to stir. Feeling nervous and brazen at the same time, Damon gave it a tentative caress, watching in the mirror, wondering what it would feel like to be handling someone else's, instead of his own... Then, slightly more directly - I wonder what it will feel like to have him handling me...
Definite swelling now. He was half-hard, and definitely hot. For a moment he considered - No. Korey is taking me home tonight and we're going to do what we should have done then - what we would have done, if I hadn't been so fucking scared of what it all meant -
He was still scared of that, a little. None of that had changed. People still didn't understand, didn't accept - his family never would - And he still wanted the things he'd flung in Korey's face, all those years ago. He still wanted the house, he still wanted the white picket fence and the dog and the two and a half kids...
But he needed Korey in his life. Every relationship he'd been in had ended poorly, and in the end it was because none of them could measure up to the deep friendship the two of them had shared... The friendship that Damon had been able to enjoy, fully and completely, even knowing that there was a physical component to that enjoyment - until Korey had, in a half-tipsy miscalculation, kissed him, and Damon's frightened response had ripped out Korey's heart and half of his own, as well.
His excitement had faded under his thoughts. Just as well, anyway. He had half an hour before he was to meet Korey, and he still had to get dressed.
***
Damon's heart was pounding nervously by the time he left his room and made his way down to the hotel bar. He felt... like he was standing on the edge of a cliff. And he knew he was about to step off of it, and there would be no turning back.
He just wasn't sure whether what he would find, past the edge, was a bridge, or a swift tumble onto the jagged rocks below...
He shuddered, then deliberately shook his head and forced his shoulders to relax. Korey wasn't going to push him this time, and he wasn't going to panic. Whatever happened tonight - he'd have his friend back. One way, or another...
***
Korey was already there, talking to the bartender - an older man, portly and grey-haired, almost your stereotypical "bartender". As Damon watched, Korey smiled at something the older man said, and took a sip from a rocks glass sitting by his left hand. Damon felt his gut warm, seeing that familiar, carefree smile, and walked more confidently across the floor to lean against the bar by Korey's side.
"Hi," he managed, not quite sure what to say.
Korey looked up and smiled again, but he didn't reach out or touch him in any way. Damon was almost surprised by that. "Want anything?" Korey asked, adding, "it's on the house."
Damon started to shake his head, then reconsidered. "Rum and coke?" Korey made a face, and Damon laughed. "Well, what are you drinking, then?" The last time they'd seen each other, they'd been too young to legally drink. So they'd taken whatever anyone would hand them. God, some of the crap he'd poured down his throat as a freshman...
"Whisky sour."
It was Damon's turn to make a face. "Rum and coke, please," he told the bartender, firmly.
Korey chuckled as the bartender went away. "Obviously, some tastes we don't share!" Then, more nervously: "So... You still up for tonight?"
Damon nodded. Korey reached over, now, to lay his fingers on Damon's arm. Damon felt his pulse jump, saw the same reaction in Korey's eyes. "Yeah, " he said with a wink. "I think I'll be up for it!"
Korey's eyes widened in surprise, then he laughed out loud. Damon, a bit surprised himself, laughed with him after a moment. The bartender, bringing Damon's drink back over, raised an eyebrow. Korey just shook his head. "We'll be okay," he managed, still laughing.
***
The garage was quiet as they walked out into the night. They'd stayed at the bar for about fifteen minutes, just until Damon had finished his drink, but neither man was drunk or even tipsy. Just a little more relaxed. Damon pulled his jacket closed as they exited the elevator. "You never think about Georgia being cold," he complained.
Korey shrugged. "It is November, you know." He glanced sidelong at his friend. "You're wondering how I ended up down here," he suggested.
"A little," Damon admitted. "It's a long way from home."
"Not as far as Berkeley." Korey half-grinned. Then he sighed. "I wanted to get away. I needed a change. Needed to find out... who I was."
"Why Atlanta?"
"No real reason. I could finish my degree here. It was somewhere different. Somewhere where no-one knew me."
Damon hesitated, then put his arm around Korey's waist. "That was partially because of me, wasn't it?" he asked.
Korey reciprocated, sliding his arm around Damon's shoulders. "Partially. I - it shook me pretty bad. But it wasn't just because of you. I had a lot of things going on in my head at that point."
"I'd like you to tell me, sometime."
Korey nodded without argument. "Not now, though, okay? I don't want to talk about this right now."
"What do you want to talk about?" Damon asked him, voice taking on a teasing note.
They'd reached Korey's car, a relatively new-model blue Ford, maybe a couple of years old. Korey turned suddenly, and stepped so that Damon's legs were trapped against the side of the car, and kissed him.
The contact lanced through him and he gasped, a little; Korey took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Damon's mouth. Damon's arms tightened around Korey and he slid one hand up to tangle in his blonde hair, as their kiss deepened and just seemed to go on and on...
It was Korey who broke their clinch, with a funny sort of groan in the back of his throat. "Damn! We keep doing that, we're not going to make it back to my place!" he exclaimed, reluctantly. Damon's pulse was pounding and he was semi-hard; there was nothing more he wanted at the moment than to feel Korey's body pressed against his own...
He swallowed. "Yeah, I know. C'mon. Let's go."
***
It would be about a 25 minute drive from the hotel to Korey's place, as the other man had told him in the bar. Korey flashed him a grin as they settled into their seats and buckled in. "You still as bad at car trips as you used to be?"
Damon flushed slightly, but chuckled. "Yeah."
Korey's grin softened slightly. "No worries. I'll wake you up when we get there..."
The silence wasn't uncomfortable, as Korey got the car started and pulled out of the garage. The radio played softly, tuned to some pop station or another. Damon sat back in his seat, letting his eyes drift out the window. Korey liked to drive, always had, and after he'd gotten his license in high school they'd spent many a weekend night driving back like this, from wherever they'd spent the day, Korey in the driver's seat, singing softly along with the radio, Damon dozing off in the passenger seat by his side... He never could stay awake on car trips, especially at night...
A warm, strong hand was shaking him by the shoulder. "Hey - we're here."
Damon blinked and sat up. "Sorry," he mumbled. Really, it wasn't like 25 minutes was a long trip!
Korey was smiling down at him, though. "I don't mind." His eyes were soft in the street lights. "You look cute when you're asleep like that."
Damon actually blushed. "Aw, come off it!"
Korey stepped back and Damon pushed himself up out of the car. "You do," Korey said, quietly. "I used to watch you sleep, you know, sometimes. I'd stop the car and not wake you up right away..."
"Korey - I'm so sorry - " Damon started, feeling guilty all over again.
"Ssh, not now." Korey shook his head, then reached out to take him by the arm. "C'mon, let's go inside."
***
Korey's ‘place' was a single-story home on the outskirts of the city, but still in the city, as opposed to being a suburb. From what Damon could see at this hour - it was nearly midnight - it looked clean and well-kept, but not especially ritzy or rich. Solid.
"I just moved here last year," Korey told him. "Before that I was just living in apartments, but... I got tired of that, I guess. It was time to actually get a real house. Especially since I finally got a job that would let me qualify for a decent mortgage..."
The place wasn't huge, and it was pretty clearly a bachelor pad. Most of the art on the walls were Korey's photographs; there weren't any flowers or anything like that, and there were just a couple of dishes and coffee mugs sitting upside down in the drying rack in the kitchen. "You want some coffee or something?" Korey offered, as they took off their jackets and hung them on the back of the door.
But Damon was awake again, and very aware that Korey had now interrupted a build-up to a tryst not once, but twice. More to the point, his body was aware of it. It suddenly occurred to him that Korey might be thinking he shouldn't be making the first move.
Damon shook his head, smiling at his friend. "No. I don't want any coffee." The slight emphasis on that last word got through, and the beginnings of a smile were tugging at Korey's lips. Damon closed the space between them and took Korey in his arms. They kissed again - it was even better than the last time - and Damon rubbed his body up against Korey's, feeling the odd sensation of flat chest and budding erection pressing against him... Not unwelcome, just odd, not what he was used to...
Korey broke their kiss, but Damon's protest was silenced when his lips traveled across his cheek, over to nibble on his neck. He felt Korey's tongue flick over the pulse-point of his throat, trace up the muscles along the side of his neck, and he moaned softly when his tongue found his ear, and began to stroke it with unhurried desire. He wiggled closer, rubbing his hips, his growing erection, against Korey's own.
It was Korey's turn to moan, now, and he whispered, huskily, "Bedroom's this way..."
Damon let himself be led. Korey flicked on the lights, then shook his head and turned them off again. Leaving Damon for a moment and crossing the dark room by memory, he turned on the dimmer bedside light. "That's better," he murmured, glancing up at Damon. But when Damon crossed to the bedside, and moved to sit down, Korey stopped him with a hand under his elbow. "No, wait." He looked into Damon's eyes. "Let me savor this. Let me... know that it's real. Please?"
When Damon nodded, Korey put his hands on his shoulders, and began to run his fingers lightly across his entire body. Down the length of his arms, out over his hands, caressing the sensitive tips of his fingers... Back up his chest, to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "I've dreamed about this so many times," Korey whispered, as he undid each button slowly, sliding his hands, flat-palmed now, across his chest as each bit of flesh was revealed. "Every time I'd wake up in the morning, and it would hit me all over again, that I'd lost you..."
"I'm here now," Damon assured him, catching his left hand and bringing it up to his lips. He kissed Korey's fingertips, then slowly sucked his index finger into his mouth. "I'm really here now," he repeated, around his ministrations. He wrapped his tongue around Korey's finger, sucking on it as he slowly drew it out of his mouth, against the pressure... stroking it with the tip of his tongue... Korey moaned softly, his other hand sliding down to Damon's belt, struggling to get it open one-handed. Damon added a second finger to the one already in his mouth and Korey stopped, and moaned in earnest.
"Christ, you're good," he breathed, head thrown back and body pressed against Damon's. "Christ..." He pulled his hand away from Damon and, playfully, pushed him backwards so he was sitting down on the mattress. "Get that shirt off!" he ordered, as he unbuttoned his own.
Damon laughed, popping the cuffs and sliding the cotton dress-shirt off and tossing it haphazardly in the direction of the desk chair, off to the right of the bed. "Better?" he asked, almost tauntingly.
Korey growled and pushed him over onto his back, crawling half on top of him. His next kiss was hard and demanding; Damon gasped and opened his mouth all the way, groaning in the back of his throat as their tongues began to slide against each other, dueling for space and for dominance... He wrapped his arms around Korey and pulled him down fully against his body, pressing his hands hard against the other man's skin, wanting him closer, closer... The weight against his own was exactly what he wanted... Korey groaned, and went back to work on Damon's belt buckle. This time he succeeded in getting it open, and when his hand slipped inside Damon's trousers and Damon felt his palm close over his cock for the first time, he bucked and nearly exploded against Korey's hand.
"Oh, god!" He let out a long, shuddering moan, throwing his head back. "God, Korey!"
Korey chuckled now. Pulling back, he stripped a perfectly willing Damon of the rest of his clothing, leaving him lying naked on the bed. Then: "What do you want?" he demanded.
"Oh Christ! What is this, twenty questions?" His cock was standing straight up, red and throbbing and demanding attention. Korey had a large bulge going too, though he was still dressed from the waist down.
"Tell me what you want!" There was lust in Korey's voice now; Damon narrowed his eyes, considering.
Then he grinned. "I want you naked," he told his friend. "Do it. Now."
Korey slid off the end of the bed. "Really?"
"Really." Damon said, dryly. Korey's eyes were on his erection and Damon reached down to stroke it, slowly.
The shudder that ran through Korey's frame was visible even in the dim light. Then Korey began to strip the rest of the way.
Damon half-sat up, propping his back up against the pillows, to watch as Korey released the button of his corduroys, then slid the zipper down. The sound of the teeth knocking as they separated was loud in the silent night. He removed his pants slowly, sliding them down his body, as Damon watched each move hungrily. Then he repeated the act with his boxers, actually turning his back on Damon as he removed them and stepped out of his socks.
Damon smiled, a true, shy smile, as Korey turned back. "You're beautiful," he breathed. He was. Tall and pale, he stood out in the dim light like some sort of angel come down to Earth - like some sort of sculpture. He wasn't a body-builder, but the muscles of his thighs and calves were smooth and well-defined; as he turned, they flexed and Damon found himself imagining the power in them... He wanted to feel them, wanted them wrapped around him... His erect cock, thick and a bit longer than Damon's own, was the crowning glory, standing up tall and proud against the darker thatch of his hair...
Damon licked his lips and beckoned, suddenly unable to speak. Korey smiled, and came back over to the bed.
When he laid down, Damon moved, flipping him over so that this time, he was on top. Straddling Korey's waist, he began to taste him, taste his skin, feel the muscles of his chest and arms... Korey moaned out loud as Damon began to nibble on his neck; his slight motions made Korey's cock brush against his backside, every time... Hot and hard and eager now, he moved down, moved until he could take one of Korey's nipples into his mouth. Korey jerked, then thrashed and groaned. "Oh god," he whispered.
Damon sucked hard on the nipple between his lips, and Korey jerked again. "You keep doing that, and this's gonna be over before it starts!" he warned, his voice thick with laughter and arousal. Damon lifted his head and chuckled. Then he sucked the other nipple, the one he'd been ignoring so far, into his mouth, and nibbled on it lightly. Korey cried out in desire, his whole body thrashing under Damon's.
Damon pulled back to stare at him in amazement. "You weren't kidding!"
"And you're a fucking genius! No, I wasn't!" Damon, teasingly, brushed one nipple lightly with just his thumb, and Korey shuddered and moaned. "I'm not ... usually... this bad, though..." he managed, as Damon repeated the action. "I swear!"
Damon chuckled again, but more softly this time. "I guess I'd better do something to help you out, then, hmm?" And he did what he'd never dared do before, what had always frightened him too much, in college, to think of trying. He knew why now, of course. He hadn't been scared to try it. He'd been scared that he'd like it...
He crawled down until his mouth was level with Korey's crotch, then put out his tongue and licked his cock. It jumped, and Korey groaned again. Then he pulled away slightly. "You don't have to - " he started.
"I know," Damon whispered. Then he closed his palm over the shaft and began to slide it up and down gently, as he directed the tip back into his mouth.
He was hot and hard, and thick - it felt odd to have this... this pole between his lips. But as he lightly sucked, just on the tip, and heard Korey moan... He drew in a deep breath, feeling the desire - not to have, but to please - shoot down to his core... Trying to remember what he had liked, when his girlfriends had done this, he swirled his tongue around the tip, stroking the sensitive head with the rough side of his tongue... Korey was quivering, visibly holding back from thrusting into his mouth, and Damon slid down a little further, just a little further...
The heat hit him then, the heat and Korey's excitement; he moaned a little bit himself, sucking harder and fondling Korey's balls with his free hand. He still wasn't all the way down; he wanted to do that, it always felt so damn good when a girl did that for him... He tried to go down, and hit his gag reflex. He pulled back, choking.
Korey laughed softly. "Come up here, you!"
"God, I'm sorry - " Damon started. He'd wanted so much to do this right, make him feel good... Now he'd broken the mood...
"Idiot! Come up here!" Korey reached down, pulled him up so that they were lying pressed tightly together, and Korey's arms were wrapped around him. "Damon, you don't have to prove anything to me!"
"But - "
Korey silenced him with a kiss; a kiss of controlled passion, of longing and desire and - and love - Damon lost himself in it, kissing him back with everything he was, letting his hands explore Korey's back and shoulders, ruffle through his hair... "Mmm..." Korey sighed. "You taste good..." He slid his hand down Damon's thigh, stroking it until he lifted his leg a bit, and began to stroke Damon's cock against his own, where they lay sandwiched between their bodies. Damon moaned, and Korey chuckled. "Now, that's what I like to hear from you..." He slid down his friend's body, and took Damon's cock into his mouth.
Korey's mouth was hot and wet, his tongue poking out to swirl around his head, then he began, inch by inch, to suck Damon's length down his throat... Damon threw back his head and moaned out loud, as he felt Korey's hands slide up his thighs, separating them, pushing his legs apart... Inch by inch and now he was buried in Korey's mouth, the back of his throat massaging the tip of his cock as his tongue continued to play over the sensitive underside...
"Oh god, Korey... Oh fuck..." He could feel his body tensing up, reacting, and when he thrust upwards into Korey's mouth Korey made no move to stop him. Instead he swallowed, sucking hard, timing it to when he drew back from the thrust... "Oh fuck..." Korey's fingers had slipped down to play with his balls, cupping them, stroking the sensitive skin that lay between them and his cock...
He could feel the heat building, feel the need and desire and he continued to thrust, a little faster now, trying to get Korey to go faster... But Korey wasn't giving in, he would pull back when Damon tried to speed up, tease him by just licking the tip, like a lollipop... Damon growled in frustration, but the unfulfilled desire made it even better, aroused him even more...
Then suddenly Korey was stretched out along his side again, his tongue on his ear and his legs wrapped around in Damon's. "You're no virgin, right," he asked, laughing softly in Damon's ear.
"Hell no!" Damon exclaimed. "I wasn't a virgin the last time you saw me, either!"
Korey's fingers were still cupping his cock, and he stroked up and down slowly, a few strokes, his tongue licking warm and wet around Damon's ear. "Will you fuck me, then?" he asked.
Korey obviously thought Damon was going to freak. Or at least hesitate. But Damon had already thought about this one. He'd known it would come up.... "Why, darling - on the very first date? You hardly know me!" he camped, exaggerating his tone wildly, and winking up at his friend.
For just a split second, Korey stared at him, ready to argue - then he burst out laughing. "You - Utter - BASTARD!" He shook a finger at Damon, laughing, and Damon caught his finger and sucked it back into his mouth. Korey choked as the laugh turned into a moan. "Bastard! At least let me get up to get the condoms!"
Damon laughed too, and released him, and lay back, stroking his cock slowly, knowing that Korey would see. The condoms were in the drawer of the nightstand - so was the lube. Korey didn't have to go far. When he turned back and saw what Damon was doing, he made a sighing sound in the back of his throat. "Christ..." he swore, softly. Then he was kneeling on the bed, ripping open the condom packet, practiced fingers rolling it easily down Damon's hot, hard length. Damon moaned softly at the feel of it, then of Korey's fingers as he smeared lube liberally across it.
"How - " he started, when Korey bent over to put the lube back on the nightstand.
"Ssh, don't worry," Korey assured him. "I'll show you what to do." Damon was lying on his back, still, and Korey straddled him again. "You'll know what to do..." he said now. "You'll know..."
And he took Damon's cock in his hand, and directed it where he wanted it to go.
Damon felt it as Korey maneuvered him, felt the first contact with the sensitive head... He shuddered, slightly, but he still didn't know what he was supposed to do. Korey was watching him, but some of his attention was clearly elsewhere too; Damon realized finally what Korey was doing. Just as Korey pushed abruptly through some barrier, and Damon cried out in surprise as he suddenly felt hot, tight walls surrounding him... Good god, it had been too long...
Korey smiled, a bright, anticipatory smile, and began to move again.
All Damon could do was moan. It was like nothing he'd felt before. It didn't feel like a woman's cunt. It was tighter, hotter; it felt different, it felt like he was being grabbed, grabbed and squeezed... Suddenly he realized that Korey's weight was resting on his hips. Korey was sitting on him. He was all the way inside.
"Oh my god..."
Korey chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss him. The motion was enough to make Damon slide, and Damon moaned again. "Feel good?" he whispered, against his lips.
"Hell yeah," Damon managed. "But now what - "
Korey silenced him with another kiss. "Just remember; as long as I'm on top, you're not going to hurt me. You'll figure it out." And he grinned, and sat up again, and began to move. Slowly. Rising, this time.
Damon stared for another moment - then his lower brain informed him it was being abandoned, and that he didn't want that to happen. He thrust upwards - and Korey moaned. "Oh yeah... " His hands went to Damon's nipples and began to stroke them, then pinch them - Damon groaned and thrust again, suddenly needing to be buried, needing to feel the hot walls gripping him, the solid contact of flesh slapping against flesh...
"Oh yeah, oh god," Korey muttered, shifting his position, beginning to move faster, forcing Damon to move faster to keep up with him. "Oh god, Damon..." His eyes were wide with lust, his breath coming quicker and heavier.
"Feel good?" Damon grunted, teasing him.
"Oh hell, yeah!" Korey pulled up sharply, then thrust himself down just as quickly, making Damon gasp and grab at his thighs. "Yeah! Do it!"
Damon felt the heat washing over him, the hot, tight, gripping walls squeezing him, shaping him, rubbing past him and surrounding him... He thrust in, and in again, wanting to be deeper, closer... "Oh god, oh fuck..." They'd been teasing each other for too long and anticipating this for too many years, and he couldn't hold back he could feel himself tightening, hardening, boiling up -
"Oh god, Korey, oh my god..."
He gasped for breath and Korey's thighs were slippery with sweat, straddling his own. Korey moaned in lust and desire and need, and Damon grabbed him firmly, staring at his firm, pale-skinned body as the muscles flexed, as his tongue licked his lips and his hand stroked between Damon's thighs...
A final thrust upwards and then freezing, buried, back arching, muscles locking and unable to move as he tumbled, crying out, releasing with a gasp and an explosion deep in the core of his being, hearing Korey's hoarse cry but unable to respond to it, even comprehend it... Falling down into a soft, dim bliss, entire body relaxing as he fell exhausted back onto the pillow...
Soft hand stroking his cheek and a warm, sticky something on his stomach and chest. He opened his eyes to see Korey smiling down at him, stroking dark, wavy hair away from his face. His blonde locks were sweaty and disheveled, but his eyes were shining and his smile was enough to light up the room. "How're you doing?" he asked softly. He was still sitting straddled across Damon's hips.
"Like I'm floating on a cloud," Damon whispered, still not quite free of the post-orgasmic haze.
Korey laughed softly, but he was still glowing, too. "Yeah." And suddenly, Damon realized that he was still buried in Korey's body, as Korey flexed his muscles quickly and Damon shuddered as aftershocks of pleasure ran up and down his spine.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, letting his head fall back again.
Korey flashed him a quick grin, then - reluctantly, it seemed - began to move. "C'mon, sport, we've got to get you cleaned up a bit..." He reached for the box of tissues by the bedside, and snagged a few, cleaning Damon's chest gently, tenderly, as Damon just lay there and absorbed what had just happened. When he was done, he threw them out, and the condom, too - causing another few aftershocks as he pulled it off.
When he came back to the bed, he paused for a moment, uncertainly. "Hey - you want a shower, or some coffee, or something, or - "
Damon put his hand up, and drew his friend back down onto the bed beside him. "No, Korey. I don't want anything more in the world than to just hold you, right now..."
Korey relaxed, settling himself back down into his friend's arms. "I think I can live with that," he murmured, brushing his lips against Damon's.
"I love you," Damon whispered suddenly.
"I love you too," Korey responded. They kissed again, and suddenly Korey laughed. "Do you really have to be at that conference tomorrow?"
"Well - " Damon started. Then: "No."
"Good. I think I'll play hooky too." Korey tapped the other man's nose lightly, but sharply. "We have a lot of catching up to do, after all!"
Damon laughed and caught his finger. "Well, we'd better get started, then!"
Korey snuggled against his chest, breathing in his scent contentedly. "Tomorrow's soon enough."
But Damon was awake again, and he rolled Korey out onto his back and began running his hands over his chest. "I thought you said we had a lot of catching up to do?"
"Well, yeah, but - Damon, what are you - oh god, stop that! - Damon!" The last word came out as a gasping moan, as Damon went back to work on his sensitive nipples. Then he laughed out loud, and slid his own hands down Damon's hips. "All right, you bastard, you wanna get caught up?" he asked, half-threateningly.
Damon just laughed at him, full-voiced and confident. "I'm just waiting, Korey. Waiting for you!"
Korey laughed again, and then went back to work on him. They did have an awful lot of catching up to do.
It had, after all, been eight years.
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