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Nick jogs for a few more mintues, than stops to catch his breath. Quiet laughter filters down to him, from the wind and light rain. He follows it to an open spot. The grass wet with a summer rain, caresses the pale, lean, body of his friend. He watches as the man slithers out of his wet trousers and pushes them aside. His body, now fully exposed to the elements, except for the thin material of his undershorts. They too become wet and cling to his body, like a second skin. He laughs as the tree above him shakes in the wind, pelleting his face with large droplets of rain. So free, so uninhibited.
Nick licks his lips and longs to rush forward and kneel beside him, taking the other man in his arms, crushing his mouth beneath his own. But, he hesitates and from the clearing he hears a growl, low and intimidating. His eyes cloud over and for a split second a panther is easing toward him, strong and fierce. Dark eyes, wide with rage or passion, he couldn't tell which. When the fog lifts, Philip is standing in front of him, watching, waiting. A hand rises and waves him forward and his body responds. Floating above the rain soaked ground, he appraoches his friend. In an instant his shirt is ripped open, Philip's tongue swirling around his nipples, making them willing participants, in this dance of desire. He allows the shredded material to be torn down his arms, pinning them to his sides as the strong body presses against his own.
Soft lips dance around the corners of his mouth, inviting, teasing and tantilizing. He longs for them to capture his, part them, explore inside. But it's not to be, he's turned. Nimble fingers slid the heavy, wet material from his hips, caressing and learning every inch of his skin. Resistance at the shoes for an instant, then he kicks them free. Long fingers caress his harness, it's mate fondles his balls in their tight sac. His legs part and a harness against his opening, makes him shudder and gasp. His mind screams stop, not yet, too soon, not ready, but only a low moan escapes his lips. His knees grow weak and he is helped to the ground, his erection scraping the soft, wet grass beneath him. He rises to meet the intruder, expecting the pain, wanting the pain, but it doesn't come. A warm wetness touches his most intimate spot and his body trembles, it dips inside parting the tight ring of muscle and he gasps and relaxes, allowing it entrance. Strong, fast strokes lubricate the way and his body reacts, pressing upward, allowing the harness entrance.
A single, bright flash of light behind his eyes and he screams in agony and pleasure, as his body surenders to the longing. Deep, even breaths and he ragains control of his mind. His body is taken over by his new lover. His primal need and pent up desire evident in the almost brutal coupling. A warm hand finds his sex and strokes it lovingly, to the thrusts until his body can no longer hold back. He can feel the pulsing of his lover's cock as he spills his need, deep inside of him, as quiet in climax as he is in life. His own release follows quickly, his body quaking in the aftermath.
Together they lay quietly for long moments, neither wanting to break the passionate silence, that clung to the air. The rain has stopped and the clouds part. Warm rays of sunshine warm their sweat and rain soaked skin. One look, hazel to hazel and they part. Each gathering their own garments and assembling them as if nothing had ever taken place. Both knowing that things would be different now. Important things. And that neither of them would ever need to be alone again.
~the end~
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