My heartfelt and profound thanks to Regina, who I think the world of for her patience and expertise in helping me on my stories even though she had class work.

And to the Puff for her vigilant strives to keep me honest about the guys. And she takes it very seriously (much to Justin's dismay! ).

Both know my characters better than I do. If I had a dollar for every time they asked me, "Do you really think ____ would do that?", well I could buy myself something big!

They are the best!

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All Around the Mulberry Bush
February 26, 1998

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The continuation of "Little Green-Eyed Monster" finds Choate determined to run and Justin determined to catch him.

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Justin hung up the phone, the conversation replaying itself in his mind.

"When are you coming home?" he'd asked, then told him,"We need to talk." And clarified with, "About what almost happened." And asked again, "When are you coming home, Paddy?"

His lover responded, "I don't know, Justin."

Justin'd even offered his butt as a sacrifice. "I suppose I'm in big trouble? I imagine you'd want to spank me now."

The Councilor's Chief Aide had said no.

Knowing he should be thrilled, Justin felt vaguely disappointed, slightly dissatisfied, and very afraid. His love had sounded so, sad.

"I don't know when I'll be home," was all Choate said before hanging up.

Maybe he wouldn't be coming home at all. Now, Justin began to panic. This isn't the way it's supposed to happen! They always worked out their problems, one way or another. His lover's response had been so vague. . .like, maybe, he had given up, or, maybe, the big Marine had decided to just walk away, to disappear. Justin's blood chilled. The Bat Phone Guy could make that happen easily. The big Marine could vanish just as mysteriously as he'd appeared.

Don't just sit on your ass like a lump, get up! You have to find him! Justin danced to his feet, glancing anxiously around the room. Where to look? Where would the man go? Young Mr. Evers snatched his keys from the table and his jacket from the chair and headed for the front door. That bar where he and his team were drinking that evening he introduced Choate to J.C. was as good a place as any to start.

When he found his Neanderthal, they'd have to have a talk about compromise, understanding, trust, patience and. . .Justin pulled the door open, oh, the hell with talk! He'd just handcuff Choate to the bed for about a week and fuck his caveman blind!

The door closed behind him with a bang.

~~~~~~

Earlier, back at one of the Estate facilities:

"Where're you goin'?" Stealth asked Hoss as the big man headed for the door.

"After him."

"Viper told you to stay out of his love life."

Hoss stopped and turned around. "Okay. You follow him--"

"Me?"

"You're better at it than me."

"And what'll you do while I'm on this suicide mission?"

"I go get C.D. before he does something stupid, too."

"He's gonna have our hides for this, you know, mate?"

Hoss leaned in and snagged his friend around the neck, dragging him from the room. "Didn't you just fearlessly face a small horde of armed terrorists?"

"Yeah, but they were a lot less scary than facing Viper on a rampage."

~~~~~~

Justin barely let the gates part before speeding through the tiny opening, the bike's engine reviving, tires squealing.

Once at the end of the outer drive, he scarcely had time to swerve to avoid hitting the dark blue sedan that pulled across the entrance.

"Get out of the way!" Justin yelled, bouncing anxiously in the padded seat.

The door opened and Hoss unfolded from the driver's seat.

"Hoss. What're you doing here?" Justin asked, raising the helmet visor.

"Put the bike back, C.D."

"I've got to go, Hoss."

"Put the bike back. We'll take the car."

"Take it where?"

"To find Viper."

~~~~~~

Stealth watched as Choate parked his car and took off on foot, moving fast. The agent congratulated himself on living up to his code name as his mark disappeared around the side of a building.

He waited the count of three, then peeked around the edge of the building and encountered. . .nothing. The operative shook his head. It had only been seconds. He couldn't have lost him that fast.

Just as the Aussie stepped around the corner to get a good visual scan of the street, he felt a sharp pain, then a burning path cut from his left butt cheek across his ass and around his hip. Grabbing the injured area, his fingers encountered the tiny, needle-dart embedded in his flesh. Turning, he looked up into the face of his team leader. "What?" He'd been tagged by a sleeper dart. "Shit, Viper, I was careful." The drugged man all but whined. "How'd you make me?"

"Don't worry, Stealth. It wasn't you. I know my guys and I knew one of you'd follow me. I'd have spotted Hoss quicker, but when I realized it was you. . ." he shrugged, "I know your moves."

The Aussie began to slide down the wall. Choate caught him before he hit the ground.

"Viper sting." Stealth slurred the words together.

"Low level, yeah. Don't worry. But you'll sleep the night." Choate said, as he shifted his teammate's weight more securely in his arms when the man's muscles relaxed completely. "Where's the big guy?" he asked, but the Aussie had already slipped into unconsciousness.

~~~~~~

Hoss parked the sedan behind Choate's midnight-blue Jeep. "Well, Viper's here. Where's Stealth?" he said as he slid from the car.

Justin followed. "You don't suppose Paddy's got him, do you?"

"It'd just be our luck," Hoss groused, slamming the door, scanning the area.

"Where do you think he went?"

"Who? Paddy?" He shrugged at Justin's nod. "We'll start with the bars."

"What about that bar where I first met you all?"

"You think he'd go there?"

"We could try." He started in the direction of the bar. He peeked into the huge picture window in the front for a moment before crying out suddenly, "There he is!"

Hoss snatched the young man back against his chest. "Do you want him to see you?"

Justin tried to wiggle from the big man's grasp. "Yes!"

"No, you don't," Hoss said, turning him around and giving him a shake.

Justin became still, looking up at him in surprise. "I don't?"

"No. Not yet."

The smaller man tucked in his chin as he cocked an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"We have to come up with a plan."

"What plan?"

Then a new voice entered the conversation, "Excuse me."

Both men turned.

A small woman dressed in a pair of black Levi's and a jet-black, Western-style shirt stood behind them. Justin weighed a little more than she did and topped her height by less than an inch, but the glossy-black braid that trailed down their backs was identical.

Her eyes travelled up the length of Hoss. "Oh, my!" she breathed, then gave him an impish smile. "Aren't you big!"

Hoss looked down at the pixie, dumbfounded. "Ah--"

"Are you two going in?"

"Ah--"

She giggled. "He doesn't talk much, does he?" she said to Justin.

"He's kinda slow," Justin replied with a totally straight face.

"Oh?" she said, putting a delicate hand on the big man's arm. "You're not slow, are you? Just misunderstood."

"Ah--"

Justin poked the taller man, severely in the ribs.

"Ow!" Hoss jumped.

"Say something to her so she knows you're not mentally impaired," Justin scolded.

"Ah--" Hoss muttered again as his lips curved into a goofy smile.

Justin made a disgusted noise. "Men!"

She laughed again. "Are you two. . .together?" she asked, stressing the last word slightly.

Justin shook his head slowly. "I don't know him. Never saw him before in my life," he said solemnly as he frowned up at the taller man.

"Aww, C.D." And the big man flushed pink.

Justin turned and looked through the window again. "Shit, Hoss, here he comes. I think he saw us. Do something!"

Shoving Justin into the darkness between the two buildings, Hoss turned to the woman. "I'm really harmless," he said, then took her by the arms and spun her back against the building. Pushing her gently against the wall, Hoss lifted her gently, molded his body to hers and put his face against her neck. "You even smell pretty,"he said softly, taking a deep breath.

"What??" she squeaked. Bracing herself with her hands on his lower arms, she began to struggle.

"I need you to just be still for a minute. Please."

"What're you doing?"

"Shhh. He'll hear you!" he said in a desperate whisper. When she looked as if she were about to say something else, he covered her mouth with his.

"Hoss?" Choate said sharply, then a startled pause as he caught sight of the long, black braid. "Justin? What the f--?"

Grabbing the larger man by the shoulder, Choate snatched him back and away, spinning him around. As soon as he had Hoss turned to face him, he drove a thigh across Hoss' stomach. He doubled over with an explosion of air and Choate delivered a sharp elbow strike that knocked the man on his butt.

To the woman, Hoss' body suddenly seemed to vanish from against hers. When she blinked, the large man was sprawled on the ground, rubbing his jaw, another large man standing over him.

"This's what you meant when you said you 'liked' him?" the standing man barked into the prone man's face, then he spun angrily back to her. "And you, little boy--" Breaking off in mid-sentence as if he'd swallowed his tongue. "You're not Justin."

"No, I'm not. Whoa!" she said breathlessly, her wide-eyed look travelling up Choate's well-muscled form. She smiled, showing dimples. "You're a big one, too. Is there a convention in town?"

Choate spun back to face his downed teammate. "Hoss, what the hell's going on?" He pointed back at the small, highly-amused figure behind him. "Who's this?" Placing both hands on his hips, he demanded. "Where's Justin?"

Justin judiciously stepped into the light also wide-eyed and just as breathless as the woman, "You hit him!" he said, accusingly.

Hoss slowly rose to his feet. "Yeah, what happened there, team leader? Get a little. . ." he paused for effect, "jealous?"

Choate turned back to scowl at Justin.

"You were jealous of me?" the imp asked with a smile, ignoring the thunderous look his lover gave him. "And Hoss?" he said incredulously.

"Hoss?" the young woman asked, in disbelief. "Your name is Hoss?"

"Well, yes," the big man said self-consciously, "and no."

She turned to Justin. "And should he," she said, pointing at Choate, "be jealous of him?" she finished, indicating Hoss.

"NO!" Justin and Hoss said violently and in unison.

Their antics made the woman laugh, but Choate frowned at them all a moment, looking as if he were about to explode. Suddenly, he leaned in and swooped Justin up and over his shoulder.

Young Evers landed with a soft 'ooof' and barely had time to grasp at his lover's waist before Choate turned and stalked away.

"Viper," Hoss called. "Where's Stealth?"

Choate answered, never breaking stride, "Asleep in the back seat of his car." The keys came sailing at them through the air in a wide arc.

"But where's his car?" Hoss asked as he caught them, chuckling softly to himself when Viper didn't answer. "At least he didn't lock him in the trunk." Then turned to stare down into the wide-set dark eyes that regarded him with growing curiosity. Oh, shit! "Miss! I'm sorry! You must think we're all crazy."

She giggled again. "I think you all never have very many dull moments." She smiled, showing dimples again. "By the way, my name is Holly."

~~~~~~

Justin grunted and tried to find a comfortable spot on his lover's shoulder. Choate's purposeful stride fell just short of jarring. As if sensing his little love's discomfort, the Marine anchored his charge to his shoulder with a tight, one-armed grip to keep him from bouncing.

He raised his head and shoulders. "Paddy," he said, pointing in the opposite direction, "the car is that way."

The older man continued walking.

"Ok, obviously, we're not going to the car. Can I ask where we are going?"

They turned a corner and continued on.

"Paddy--"

Abruptly, they turned another corner.

"Paddy, all the blood's rushing to my head!"

Choate shifted Justin a little on his shoulder, but continued his determined pace.

Young Evers was about to ask their destination again when he felt them start ascending. He counted four stairs, then Choate paused to open a door and they climbed four more.

He pushed loose hair from his face and raised up again to glance around.

They were inside. . .a very nice lobby, subdued lighting, plush furnishings done in deep red, velvet-looking upholstery.

Choate stopped abruptly.

"Um. . .can I help you, sir?"

"A room."

There was a confused pause. "Is there a problem?"

"No."

"Is your friend. . .ill?"

"No."

Another pause.

Choate shifted. "But he is heavy."

"Then put me down," Justin said wryly. "I can walk."

"Should I call a doctor?"

"Only if his degree is in psychiatry," Justin whispered, his cheek resting against Choate's back. "This would be embarrassing if the blood pooling in the top of my head hadn't rendered me incoherent."

"Dulce, hand me my wallet, and tell the man you're all right."

Justin smiled to himself as he slid his hand deep into Choate's back pocket. The imp in him made the young man tweak the warm, hard flesh of Choate's ass gently before pulling the billfold free. He felt the slight tremor as it raced through the big man's body and he felt the answering squeeze Choate gave the back of his thighs where he held him.

Raising, he braced himself with a hand against the small of Choate's back and dropped it into Choate's waiting palm.

Pushing the black cloud of hair that had escaped the braid from his face, Justin glanced around the Chief Aide's arm and smiled at the bewildered front desk clerk. "Hi!' he said cheerfully, giving him a tiny, one-handed wave.

"Now, the room," Choate rumbled.

"Sir, this is highly irregular!"

"Not for me," Justin said, fighting a bad case of the giggles.

The desk clerk shifted nervously. "Does he want to go with you?"

The big Marine frowned with menace. "You think he doesn't?"

"Well, sir--" the poor man cleared his throat, trying desperately to think up a diplomatic way to ask what he needed to ask.

"Justin?" Choate said, interrupting the man's discomfort.

"Yes?" The word dripping with innocence, made the big Marine smile slightly.

"Do I have you against your will?"

"Actually, it's against your shoulder," Justin said merrily, then squeaked in dismay when he felt Choate shift, and quickly covered his bottom with both hands. "There's too much oxygen going to my brain, Paddy!" he said in way of explanation, resting his cheek against the broad back. Then to the desk clerk he said, "No, I'm fine, really. No cause for alarm."

"Then why's he carrying you?"

"Caveman courtship ritual number 303," Justin chirped happily, careful to keep his butt shielded.

The clerk was completely confused now. "What?" was all he could manage as he wondered how they expected him to believe this man wasn't a threat.

Justin felt Choate shift forward. "Our flight was cancelled. My companion and I have been up for over thirty-six hours. He's really tired and would like to lie down for several hours. Will that explanation do?"

Justin felt the tension radiate from Choate's body. Removing his hands from his bottom, he hugged his Marine tight around the waist.

There was another pause then Justin felt Choate lean forward as he signed the register. Another movement and he knew his lover had fished out his credit card.

"How long will you be staying, sir?"

"We'll see you tomorrow."


In the elevator, Justin asked, "Can I get down now?"

Choate shifted the young man, but didn't release him.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Not as much as I will, dulce," came the quiet, deep-voiced reply.

Justin felt the resulting tingle all the way down his spine.


As soon as Choate closed and locked the door, he slid the younger man from his shoulder.

"Paddy--" Justin said softly as he gazed up into his eyes.

The big Marine swept the smaller figure up hard against him and roughly closed his mouth over his young lover's.

Justin didn't struggle. The kiss hadn't been a surprise. His caveman wanted him quiet. This was one way he made certain of it.

Immediately, all the blood seemed to rush from his head to the center of Justin's body the minute he hit the warm, solid wall of Choate's flesh. Justin thought, I will want this man, forever!

The larger man cupped both of Justin's buttocks in his hands, lifted and pressed him closer. Justin wrapped both arms around Choate's neck and lifted himself closer still.

"I was just going to say, I love you." Justin whispered when his mouth was freed. His feet still dangled several inches from the ground, his weight supported by his lover's body in front of him, and Choate's grip on his rump.

Choate rested his forehead against Justin's. "I did it again, didn't I?"

"If you mean you ran away instead of talking to me, yes, you did. If you mean you turned all Neanderthal when you got embarrassed, yes, you did that, too."

Choate's lips curved into a small smile. "I've got to work harder on stopping that, haven't I?"

"I want you to stop the running, yes, but, let's keep the caveman. . . I kinda like him," he said softly, his lips just inches away.

Choate sighed as he kissed the full lips that tempted him again. "I don't think I've wanted anything badly enough to be afraid of losing it in a long time."

Justin smiled. "Why would you be afraid of losing me?"

"To someone bigger, stronger, younger. . ."

Justin silenced him with a hard kiss. "You are big enough." He kissed him again, "strong enough," and again, "young enough. . ." Justin leaned in and pressed his mouth to Choate's, his tongue plunging in deep and capturing his lover's. Justin squeezed him as hard as he could, pressed as closely as he could and poured as much love into the kiss as he could. When he pulled back, he looked the older man in the eye. "You are enough. You want me to say it again?"

Choate stared at the younger man until Justin began to fidget with anxiety, then he frowned darkly. "¿Sabe cuánto te amo?" he growled.

Justin blinked. Surprised by the hunger in his lover's voice, He had to struggle to understand the words. "Love? Do I know? No, how much, Paddy?"

"So much, I'm afraid to show you."

"Why?"

"It would send you screaming into the night."

"Away from you? I doubt it," young Evers said as he kissed him, then drew back. "You ever think maybe that's how much I love you?" he asked, slowly bringing his lips forward until they almost touched.

Choate kissed him back, closing the distance between their mouths until the heat from their breaths mingled. "We make a fine pair."

"I think our pairing's most excellent, too."

The Councilor's aide released Justin long enough to pull the soft, black sweater over his head, tossing it behind them, then swept him back into his arms.

Justin whimpered as Choate's lips closed over the soft spot at the joining of his neck and shoulder and he felt his lover's hand cover his tightly clenched ass.

Choate leaned back so he could look into Justin's face. "In the restaurant earlier, I could've lost you, little boy." Choate tapped his lover's bottom sharp enough to sting. "What were you thinking?"

"Ow!" The younger man jumped, but didn't release his grip on Choate's shoulders. "The same thing you were thinking when you decked poor Hoss."

Choate frowned, the palm of his hand caressing Justin's quivering asscheeks in a soothing motion. "So that means we should spank each other?"

The sensation of that stroking sent fiery swirls up Justin's spine. It felt so good, he tried to answer the question, but found he could only moan in response.

"Maybe the two could cancel each other out."

Justin nodded against his lover's shoulder, trying not to rock his hips back against the motion of that maddening hand. At that moment, he would've said yes to anything.

The younger man lost all trains of thought as the hand continued to move in gentle and comforting strokes encompassing the surface of his bottom. Justin squirmed and the warm cradle of Choate's thighs created friction around his cock.

"What is this?" Choate dug into Justin's back pocket and pulled out the small vial.

"Oh, that." Justin's face colored. "It's oil. Gideon gave it to me after we left the restaurant. I though we could. . .try it out." His voice trailed off under Choate's intense gaze. "Tonight." He finished in a whisper.

"Pretty certain of yourself, aren't you?"

Justin shook his head taking the vial back. "If I'd been certain, I'd've just lubed myself and left the bottle at home," he said, matter-of-factly. Then his eyes widened with shocked surprise as his lover's pupils dilated a second before Choate pulled him roughly back into the circle of his embrace and fused their mouths with a kiss so full of love and passion, Justin forgot how to breathe.

When the big Marine released him, the smaller man leaned heavily against his chest, panting.

Choate took the vial from Justin's lax fingers and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed between the pillows at the head of the bed.

Then he turned his full attention back to his little love.

"Dulce," Choate said, smoothing his hands over the softness of Justin's ass again. "Tell me you're wearing some kind of underwear."

Justin smiled wickedly. "That would be a lie, Paddy," he murmured as he grew hard from the sound of the snap giving and the rasp of his zipper. His pants fell to the floor leaving him totally bare.

"Little boy. . ."

Justin kissed him again, forestalling the scolding. "Only for you, Paddy. Just and only for you."

Choate shifted the smaller body higher so his hand could increase the size of the circles. Justin clung urgently to the strong neck as he felt fingers nudging his legs apart and the hand of the arm encircling him to reach between them and clasp his balls.

"Oh!" Justin breathed out in a sigh as he wrapped his legs around the strong body for balance so he could free his hands and start to work the buttons of his lover's shirt loose. "Bed, Paddy," his command ended in a pant.

"Yes, Justin."

Justin could hear the smile in his voice as he turned them and carried his precious bundle over to the king-sized bed. Now his hips began to move against the friction stimulus as he tugged at the open shirt and ran his tongue roughly over the exposed flesh.

Choate gently pushed him away and stood his little love on the bed so he could quickly strip away the rest of his clothes. Wrapping his arms around the slight form again, he carried both their weights onto the bed. As his strokes resumed and became more insistent, he used his elbows and knees to keep his full weight from crushing the smaller body beneath him.

The force of their landing jostled the night stand and bounced the small vial of oil high into the air. Dammit, it felt sooo goood! The Chief aide wrapped his arms around Justin and quickly flipped them so the smaller man lay atop him. Both men arched into each other.

Now his fingers ventured close to the dark crevice that divided the golden mounds of the young man's ass.

Justin jumped. "Paddy!! Sssst, oh!"

"Right here, dulce." Choate caressed the tender flesh between Justin's tight opening and his scrotal sac.

Definitely manipulating a 'trigger', Justin groaned, "Paddy. Dammit!"

Choate swatted his bottom again, again hard enough to sting, then quickly smoothed the sting away with gentle fingers.

Justin broke a rule and put his hand back to cover his bottom. "Paddy, you're driving me crazy."

Choate simply took the hand's wrist and lifted it out of the way. Then he swatted Justin's bottom sharply again as a warning, and again smoothed the sting away.

Choate released Justin's ass, reached up high and out behind them.

Justin murmured, "Ummm." Rocking back from the pressure and heat surrounding the hardness of his cock, Justin felt the other hand return, its fingers cool and slick. "Ohhhh!" Justin whimpered, spreading his legs open wider and raising his hips to offer his lover better access to his hidden treasure.

At that moment he didn't care what position he was in as long as his lover kept his fingers where they were, or better yet, replaced it with something else. Something bigger, hotter, harder.

The oil on the big man's fingers dripped into the dark crevice, coursing down the valley formed there, pooling in the tight opening until Justin relaxed his sphincter and the droplet flowed inside, searing a path, causing a tingling sensation as it travelled deep within him. The Marine's finger soon followed.

"Ahhh. There, Paddy." Justin raised his hips further to present himself and get Choate's finger to slide over that spot again.

Choate's earlier caresses had super-sensitized Justin's flesh until he thought he could feel each ridge in his lover's fingerprint as it glided over him and inside him.

Justin shifted higher, opening wider. "Paddy," he whimpered piteously. "Paddy, please." His fists tortured the comforter beneath them on either side of his lover's head, his knees pressing into Choate's hips. "Paddy, hurry!" his pleas had dropped to a harsh whisper.

"No, dulce," his lover's voice roughed. His concentration deepening with the press of his fingers. "¿Quien es? ¿Que quieres? ¡Digame!" Choate brought his head up and watched the beautiful rounded golden flesh of his lover's ass as it moved up and down. The muscles tightening and unclenching as Justin tried desperately to bring himself off.

Choate shifted to keep him from sinking into the heat between his thighs.

"Nooo, Paddy," Justin wailed as he released his grip on the strong shoulders and attempted to pry the Marine's legs apart. "Mean Paddy! No! I was almost there! Open!"

Choate laughed softly, clasping the young man's hips and sat up.

Justin shifted placing his legs to either side of the Marine's hips and rested his butt on his thighs. "Open! Paddd-deee!"

Choate laughed again, pulling his lover until they were face to face, Justin kneeling on the bed. "Make me. ¡Hagame!"

Justin reached behind him to try to push his hand between Choate's knees and open rock-solid thighs but they refused to part.

His cock stood so erect it curved onto his stomach, pearls of moisture, like tears, beaded and trailed from the flared head. Young Evers straddled Choate's hips, again sitting in his lap, facing his lover in frustration. "Please," he said, not knowing what else to do.

Choate's eyes glittered. "Take it," he challenged.

Justin's own eyes widened for an instant, then he pushed against his lover's chest with the flat of his hands.

The body before him resisted moving.

Justin howled his disappointment.

Choate only laughed again. "Come on, tough guy. Going to drag me out of the restaurant by my hair! Where's the little green-eyed monster now?" He laughed again.

Suddenly, warm, moist lips swallowed his laughter, cutting it off abruptly. At the same moment, hot, naked flesh blazed against his chest and impatient fingers tangled in Choate's hair.

Startled and surprised by the ferocity of the act, Choate teetered slightly off balance. Justin pressed forward, deepening the kiss, forcing Choate's lips apart with the hard insistence of his own mouth. The young man's tongue brazenly invading the wet planes of Choate's mouth. Supping at sweet nectar, the big Marine drank and grew intoxicated with the heady bouquet of his beloved.

The added sensation of the young man's fingers curling around his erection further unnerved him.

Justin, sensing victory, threw his full weight against Choate's chest.

Both tumbled back on the bed, Justin landing on top.

Before Choate could regain his balance, Justin tucked Choate's hard shaft up between them, feeling it rub sensuously against his own. The contact ignited chills of ice and fire along their skin and they groaned in tandem against each other's mouths.

Justin rolled his hips down hard.

"¡Ayeee, dulce!" Choate's body bucked in answer. "¡Otra vez!"

Justin caught the hands he knew would rise to embrace him. Entwining their fingers together, he took the full lips before him again as he stretched their arms out to their sides and ground their cocks together.

"¿Que quieres?" Justin asked softly as he smiled against his lover's lips.

Choate groaned as he struggled against Justin's grasp. Not enough to break free. Just a token showing.

"¡Chiquito, por favor, sueltas mis manos!"

"Why?"

Choate pushed his groin against his lover's. "You're not heavy enough, dulce. Let me help."

"Not heavy enough, huh?" Justin's smile slowly morphed into something wicked. "Maybe I just need incentive." He took Choate's right hand guiding the hand to his hip. "Do me," he growled naughtily against Choate's ear.

With a moan almost like pain, Choate gripped his lover's hip with his left hand and pushed down as he surged up. With the slick fingers of his right hand he teased at the valley of his brat's behind.

Justin wiggled impatiently. "Meteme sus dedos, Paddy!" he demanded.

Choate used his legs to part Justin's until they were wide enough to cause him to rest his knees on either side of the Marine's hips for balance, driving his butt upwards and exposing his tight opening to his lover's fingers.

Choate oiled the tight ring of muscle, all the while rolling his hips in counter movement to Justin's downward thrusts. Justin rested his forehead against the well of Choate's neck, and as Justin's thrum started, the older man slowly worked his longest finger deep inside. "Chupeteo," he demanded, twisting the fingers of his free hand deep into Justin's hair. When the younger man fused their lips and mated their tongues, Choate moved that hand to the small of his lover's back and pushed down as he slid another finger in.

Justin bucked down as hard as he could, sending his moan deep into his lover's open mouth. Reaching between them, Justin pinched both of Choate's nipples between the first and second fingers of his hands, rolling them slowly.

Choate tore his mouth away to shout, "Te amo, corazon de mio!" as he clutched Justin tightly to his chest and flipped them over on the bed. He thrust down hard twice and coated the nonexistent space between with his cum.

Feeling the hot moisture flow between them, Justin gave a small, strangled cry and then mingled his essence with that of his lover.

Choate twisted his body until they lay side by side, the limp figure a heavy, welcome weight pressing against his body. He pushed the damp braid aside and began idly stroking the long, lean back. "Still with me?" he asked, kissing a sweaty temple.

Justin shook his head slowly. "Dead," he mumbled, his face pressed tightly against his lover's neck.

Choate hugged him close and laughed.

The sound reverberated through Justin and he smiled also.

"Come on, dulce. I want to take a shower before we stick together."

Justin slipped his arms around his lover and squeezed. "Together's good."

"Come on. I want to wash your hair."

"In the morning, Paddy." Justin snuggled deeper.

"In the morning, I want to do this again."

Justin raised up slowly. "Now who's greedy?"

"If I were greedy, I'd do it again right now."

Justin smiled.

"Oh, no! Shower. Hair. Bed. . .to sleep, brat!"

Justin stuck out his tongue. "Spoilsport."

Choate rolled off the bed, carrying Justin with him. Standing up, he threw the smaller man over his shoulder.

"Why do you like to do this? I can walk, you know."

"Quiet." Choate snarled as he playfully nipped at the hip by his face.

"Ouch!" Justin swatted his lover's naked backside. "Stop, that hurts!"

Choate headed for the bathroom, one arm anchoring Justin to his shoulder, the other patted the roundness jutting by his face. "My turn now?"

"No!" Justin stretched to rub the place he'd just smacked.

"Keep still, you little imp, before I drop you." He turned the water on, adjusting the temperature. Stepping under the spray before letting Justin slide to his feet. He held Justin under the spray to wet his hair, then began to undo the braid.

Justin turned his back to the older man to give him better access. "I really do love you, Paddy," he said softly as the Chief Aide picked up the complimentary bottle of shampoo and poured it into his hands.

Choate began working shampoo through the ebony fall of hair. "Good."
Choate worked the soap through the sticky strands of hair. "I was flattered you cared enough to be jealous, but someday you'll understand that when I say forever and always, I mean it."

Justin used his hands to brace himself against the wall in front of him. "I just don't believe how lucky I am."

Choate smoothed his hand through the soap trailing down the center of Justin's back. "I think I'm the lucky one, dulce." A hand moved the heavy mass of hair aside so a soapy finger could slide into a quivering opening.

A voice growled into his ear, "I don't think I want to wait 'til the morning." Justin felt the finger leave and the hard, blunt tip of a hot erection press against his ass.

The Councilor's aide smiled when he heard the thrum begin again.