What's Up Buttercup?
Zack Addy always loved the city at dusk from the balcony of the
apartment he shared with his lover. The soft glow of the lights coming
on far below, lite the panoramic view making it glisten and gleam like
an immense sparkling snow-globe city. The sounds of the nighttime
revelers was like music in direct opposition to the silence of death he
worked with day after day.
But more, it was the time his lover would miraculously appear and....
Warm hands covered his eyes from behind and even warmer lips nuzzled
Zack's neck. "Nice save, Buttercup." The nuzzle turned into a tugging
nip at his earlobe. "Thought for sure you'd given it away."
"Mmmmm...." Sighing raggedly, Zack relaxed into the man behind him,
letting his tired body lie, standing up, against his secret lover. "I
was daydreaming about last night..." He lifted his arms, wrapping
around the neck of the man behind him, playing in silken hair. "...And
the night before that...."
One of Seeley Booth's hands slipped under Zack's shirt, claiming a
sensitive nipple and drawing a bliss-filled sigh from the younger man.
Chuckling, Booth's fingers teased the pert flesh, drawing a groan from
parted lips.
"Like that?" Booth purred against his throat.
"Oh, yeah..." Zack's head fell back bonelessly onto Booth's shoulder, his body arching under the tender caressings.
Booth's fingers played over the smooth chest, tickling and caressing
until mewling his pleasure while his body writhed for more was all Zack
could do.
Booth stripped away the barrier of Zack's shirt then eased Zack
forward, bracing the younger man's hands on the balcony railing. His
hands ran possessively over the warm skin he'd unveiled, kissing the
path of Zack's spine while his hands sought lower territory.
Zack's soft mewlings intensified as Booth unzipped him and shoved away
the last of his clothing, leaving the passion blinded man naked to
anyone who might be inclined to look up from the street, or cast a lazy
eye out one of the surrounding apartment windows.
Preparing his young lover for the night's games, Booth thrust into his
warm body. Zack's soft cries grew louder as Booth thrust lazily into
him. And louder still as he thrust back. Booth grasped Zack's hips
restricting his movements and kept up his slow teasing pace, all the
while murmuring words of lusty encouragement.
Zack lost the ability to think past his need. Babbling, begging for
release, the younger man could only ride out his lover's torturous
delight, until Booth finally relented and quickened his pace. His hand
sought Zack's cock, caressing and squeezing the orgasm out of his
lover.
Zack's pleasure was a keening thing, alive with all the love he felt
for Booth. Booth's own release followed seconds after Zack's first
convulsive quiver and together they rode the dance to paradise,
floating back to themselves, to lie in a tangle of arms and legs on the
floor of the balcony.
When he could find the strength, Booth rolled his young lover onto his
back and showered his bliss-ridden face with sweet kisses.
Zack grinned dazedly into Booth's dark eyes, then ran his fingers under
the lapels of Booth's jacket. "I suspect you are a bit over dressed,
don't you think?"
Booth returned his grin and nodded. "Lets go inside and see what we can do about that, then?"
Zack allowed Booth to pull him up. His lust-filled gaze dropped to
Booth's softened cock. "Think you are up to another go, old man?" he
teased and was off, leaving in his wake a burst of youthful giggles.
"Old man?" Booth blustered, dashing after his naked lover. "I'll show you old man...".
End