These boyz aren't mine (O that it were so!) and I'm not receive any remuneration (as for the karma, let's not go there).
R-rated male/male sexual action involved.
This is dedicated to Sherri, with a thank-you to Sarah for inspiring me, and a very special salute to Reets, Listmom extraordinaire!
Morning Has Broken (PWP)
by
"Breakfast in bed, and a kiss or three,
You don't have to say you love me ..."
Dusty Springfield, Dusty in Memphis
Regardless of how late he had gone to bed, Dr. Derek Rayne invariably awoke very early. So it was on this sacred morning. He opened his eyes and realize it had NOT been a dream--Nick really had become his lover, and lay beside him now, eyes shut in blissful oblivion, his sweet, lithe body curled around Derek.
Derek could not help smiling as he slowly raised himself, trying and succeeding in changing his position so that he could enjoy the wonderful sight of a sleeping Nick without breaking the spell and waking him up. Nick made a few mewling little sleep-noises and lay his head on Derek's shoulder as Derek moved his arm around Nick's body. Nick lay against him, the warm sturdy weight of his body partly pillowed on his lover's torso and legs, his slow steady sleep-breathing like the sound of a vast dreamy symphony that seemed to warm the entire room.
As Derek watched him, the thoughts were racing in a kind of drowsy tattoo through his mind: *Nick is mine ... this beautiful man is all mine!* Then he found himself smiling automatically at the magnitude of his own naivete--not to mention the arrogance of his hubris. Both he and Nick had always been loners. Each of them had always given a lot of grief to his friends and colleagues in the Legacy, by insisting upon doing things his own way. A straying fancy had led Nick into his bed. He had to accept that an equally insistent whim might lead Nick elsewhere--in his roaring red Mustang, following his heart, whether it drove him towards a new adventure, a matter of personal honor, a need to save the world all over again, or ... Derek heard his own heart crack ominously with the weight of the thought ... into the arms of a beautiful woman.
Still, Nick's beauty at this moment awed him. He watched him in profile. Even in repose, Nick's features were a marvelous marriage of strength and vulnerability. The proud, sensuous mouth, the cute puppy-dog nose (he suppressed the urge to give him a furtive little kiss there), the stern eyes shut now in the bliss of sleep. His hair, all mussed over his forehead, somehow made him look more endearing than ever. Hardly aware of what he was doing, Derek leaned over and gave Nick a quick kiss on the forehead, praying that the demons and night-gaunts that lurked over this House would spare the young man to whom he had given his own heart.
Nick's eyes flew open, and Derek found himself breathless all over again. What was it about Nick's eyes? He who had faced so many terrors with full aplomb found himself reduced to jelly by a glance--and from someone young enough to be his own son! But there was nothing at all intimidating in the way Nick was looking at him now. His eyes sparkled, the sunlight that streamed through the windows catching the sparks in those mystic hazel depths--and a wide sleepy smile turned the corners of that gorgeous mouth of his, trembling with a look of desire that sent Derek's heart beating at a frantic pace.
"Morning, boss man," Nick murmured with a sleepy little wink.
"Good morning--" Derek started to say, and found himself silenced by Nick's kiss.
The kiss started off slow, with swift little flights along Derek's welcoming lips. Then it swung wide, deep and potent as Nick's tongue--oh the taste of him first thing in the morning, so pungent and sweet and intoxicating, like the kick of that rare wine his father would bring out on special occasions at their townhouse in Utrecht!--quested and danced and seduced Derek into a dizzy, delicious daze of complete sensual abandon.
Nick pulled away and flipped their positions with consummate grace, leaving Derek gasping, with this suddenly wide-awake young man pinning him playfully down in his own bed. Nick did not waste any time in pressing forward his advantage, but began licking Derek's neck in a manner that had him not just gasping but panting.
Slightly exasperated, he seized Nick's shoulders, and found himself dazzled by the look of sheer wicked delight in the young man's sparkling eyes as Nick's gaze met his own. "Is this," Derek managed, still gasping, "what you call a pre-emptive strike?"
"You got it, boss," Nick chuckled. "Navy SEALS--America's finest at your service!"
"Nick, don't you think we should--Ach, Gott!--we should--ohhhhh, yes--talk--Gott--yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Nick paused a moment to comment, "I told you Derek, I like it when I win. And I don't give up conquered territory without a fight!"
"What do you want me to do, wave a white flag?"
Nick would have made the inevitable riposte but his mouth was full.
END!
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