First, I have to that my betas, Puff and the Divine Ms. M, who griped at me until I *had* to write *something*. Any errors are my responsibility.

This is also to all who responded to my "From the Darkside" message, thanks, guys. Especially to Virg, that took a lot of class, lady! I'm coming back with small steps.

And, to my researchers, couldn't have done it without you guys. Thank you for all your. . . um, hard work.

Summary: It's a hammock and two men in love.

Warnings: I am told this technique will work without endangering the occupants. Especially if it's not *too* hot outside. Guys, you can always bring the hammock inside.

The Dynamics of Hammock-Love

On the roof

Another week in Crime Capitol of the World. Numerous times, Cascade's Finest wondered what drew them to his city. His home. What made them stay? Made them decide to break the law so he would have to catch them and put them away?

Sighing heavily, the Sentinel admitted to himself that the one great thing about having a killer workload is. . .when it's over.

Quiet.

Finally, you could just 'veg' out, put the world on 'hold' and rest. No filing. No chases. No guns. No bad guys. Peaceful. Calm. Serene. Relaxing.

Ahhhh. Relief. A cool breeze from the bay swept over his heated flesh, soothing him.

Turning his face to the west, he watched the sun set. The sky darkening like a shade being drawn as it disappeared over the horizon.

Ellison turned flat on his back again, basking in the best investment he had ever made. Eight foot by 10 foot of heavily woven cotton fibers, supported several inches from the tarred surface of the roof by a 14 foot reinforced steel frame. The quilted padding that covered it added comfort as the sense of floating placated his frazzled nerves.

Now, this was good. The only thing that would make this whole thing perfect was. . .

"Hey, Jim?"

"Yeah, Chief?"

The detective opened his eyes and sat up slightly, the movement causing the hammock to gently rock.

Blinking into the fading light, the Sentinel dialed his hearing up a notch.

He was alone.

He could have sworn he had heard Sandburg call him.

Extending his senses again, he found his partner, downstairs in the loft.

Trailing the younger man's movements with hypersensitive hearing, he knew exactly when Blair dropped his book bag, tossed his keys in the basket, walked over to the refrigerator for a beer, and found his note. He heard the chuckle as his guide read what he had written:

"Up on the roof. Bring me one, too."

Now, he heard the refrigerator door open and close again. The footsteps as his guide retraced his steps back through the loft out into the hall and up the stairs to the roof.

Tracking the movement, the detective kept his eyes closed until he felt the heat of his partner's body all along his side.

"What took you so long, Chief?" he asked in a soft, lazy voice.

"A conference with the department head," Blair told him as he held out the icy bottle for the detective.

Ellison took it, his eyes still closed. Raising himself up on his elbow, he brought the frosty cold bottle slowly to his lips and tilted it.

Blair watched in hungry fascination as his Sentinel drained the chilled brew in several long swallows that worked his Adam's apple in a pumping motion. The action toyed with the younger man's imagination and left him mesmerized and weak kneed.

Ellison lowered the bottle. Blue eyes locked with bluer ones. The bigger man smiled a suggestion in itself.

"How was your day?" Blair asked, his mind on auto-pilot.

"Dotted the last 'i' and crossed the last 't'. I'm free until Tuesday. How 'bout you?"

"I have a class Monday afternoon and a counseling session Tuesday morning, but that's all."

Ellison licked his lips slowly, and Blair found himself quickly bringing the beer he held to his own lips, draining his own beer to wet his suddenly parched throat.

"You look tired, Chief. Wanna lie down?"

Sandburg eyed the subdued green and white striping of the hammock's pad skeptically. "In that thing? Won't it tip over?"

Ellison shifted back a bit to make room, starting a gentle sway of the hammock. "It's all a matter of control."

"Yeah," Sandburg snorted derisively. "I got your control."

"Come on, teach. Don't you trust me?"

"It isn't about trust. I, for one, don't want to end up on the pavement."

Jim laughed away his lover's concerns. "You're not going to fall. Besides, we're nowhere near the edge."

"Easy for you to say," Blair told him with an apprehensive frown. "With my luck, I'll hit the roof and bounce off the edge."

"That's a long way to bounce, Chief, even for a shaman. Might be a lot safer if you streamline a bit."

The frown deepened. "'Scuse me?"

"The clothes." The Sentinel chuckled as he noted his partner's indignant glare. "Shuck the clothes, teach," he growled.

Blair's eyes travelled down over the form of the detective, noting, surprisingly for the first time, that Jim wore only a ratty old pair of cutoff sweats. He swallowed hard to clear his throat. "I. . .um. . ."

"Nobody around, Chief," Jim said with a smile as he tapped his ears. "Trust me."

The worried frown on the Guide's face slowly changed as temptation heated his blood. "Well. . ."

"You'll be cooler," Ellison said as he waggled his brows and smiled wickedly.

Blair swallowed as he gazed deeply into blue-blue eyes. "I am awfully hot," he confessed reluctantly.

"I can tell." Jim's smile widened, not for fooled for an instant. "Come on. We'll make our own breeze."

Blair looked at the hammock again, skepticism once again coloring his features. "I don't know, Jim."

"Come on, babe." The Sentinel spread his arms wide. "I won't let you fall. Promise."

It was that word, spoken in that tone, that convinced young Sandburg.

Blair then quickly stripped down to his boxers and hesitantly crawled into the hammock, his motions starting a gentle sway.

"Whoa!" he cried as his arms windmilled in the air for balance.

"Take it easy, teach," Ellison said with a laugh as he steadied his young lover. "You'd think all that time with Naomi you'da learned how to navigate in one of these things."

"Yeah, man, but those were Yucatans and not a couple of stories above concrete."

"Forget the concrete," Jim grunted, as he slowly pulled the young man into his arms. "Concentrate on this." Nudging the ponytail aside, Jim nipped sharply at the soft flesh where the shoulder met the neck.

"Mmmm," Blair moaned as he squirmed backward towards the delicious feeling of that mouth against his skin. "Hey, Mr. Adventurous. You think this is a good idea?"

Jim nibbled lower. "I think it's a very, very good idea," he said as he reached around to tweak a nipple.

Blair moaned again, arching his back, the movement increasing the movement of their 'bed'. "Jim!"

"Shhh, Chief. The lines are secure, I tied 'em and tested 'em myself." He continued to stroke his hand lower, its 'twin' taking up the job of teasing the rising tip of flesh on his lover's paps.

"I thought the idea was to get cool," Blair groaned, as his Sentinel toyed with the tiny silver ring threaded through a nipple while the other hand skimmed lightly across the thatch of hair trailing down his chest, pestering his navel, to continue to torment the hairy trail until it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jockeys.

"Hey, man," Blair protested half-heartedly as he caught the trailing hand. "We're still out in the open."

Jim smiled. Planting a kiss on the exposed shoulder, he said, "Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Reading tomorrow's headlines, 'Cascade's Cop of the Year Arrested For Indecent Exposure'."

Blair felt the rumble of his lover's laugh before he heard it, then felt the hammock resume its easy pitch and sway.

"What're you doing?" Sandburg asked, alarmed by the motion.

Ellison soothed him with his hands. "Lift your leg," he whispered into the perfect shell of an ear.

The softly spoken command scattered what few thoughts remained in the young man's head. "What?"

"Just a little bit," the Sentinel told him, touching the back of his Guide's knee.

Blair did as he asked.

"Thank you."

Sandburg felt the hardened ridge of flesh as it slid between his thighs. "Have you lost your mind?" Blair exclaimed in surprise as he felt the hot expulsion of breath on his neck.

"The minute I saw you, yes," Ellison murmured, as he pushed Blair's thigh back down to form a warm pocket around his cock. "Along with my heart."

They lay like that for several minutes, each absorbing the essence of the other.

"Ummm, Jim!" Blair felt his Sentinel start a gentle rocking as his hips began to move.

"Just go with it, teach. I guarantee you," he said in a soft, deep voice as he reached inside the opening in Blair's shorts, "you'll like this." He kissed the warm flesh in front of him as he extracted his prize.

"Ohh, man," Blair moaned, as strong hands engulfed his swelling gland. "No fair."

"Maybe not, but it's fun."

Blair arched his back again as his Sentinel set the pace of their lovemaking. Slow, gentle movements of his hips caused the hammock to sway and the rigid cock between his thighs to glide sensuously against the heated skin, slick with sweat and pre-cum. And the long strokes of the hard, hot hands that gripped his own feverish, engorged member drove him mad.

Reaching down, the Guide added his own hands to the seduction. One curved around Jim's own, the other covered the glistening head of his lover's penis, closing off the tunnel, sealing in the fire that blazed between his thighs.

Above the hot ridge of flesh he rode, his dark valley vibrating. "Ahh, Jim."

"Shhh, babe. Don't worry. Just feel what I'm doing."

Blair's body began to mirror the motion made by his lover's hips. "Yes," he murmured helplessly.

"I've got you," Jim promised.

His love vowed, "Forever," from his heart.

"Yes." The Sentinel kissed the sweat-soaked flesh of his lover's shoulder as they moved, their rocking motion taking them up. Up. Up. Higher than the roof. Up into the stars.

"Jim."

"Yes."

"Jim."

"I know, babe. Right behind you."

And the sky went white.

The Dynamics of Hammock Love

In the Garden

Justin had the spot picked out before the merchandise had been ordered. Not three yards from the place where they first met. Two sturdy trees grew almost six feet apart, their full, lush foliage providing ample shade. Thick, high shrubbery, immaculately manicured, provided privacy on all sides. A perfect hideaway within the prestigious Councilor's Mansion.

Justin giggled. If his father only knew.

After a moment's thought, remembering his parents together, young Evers wondered if his father did know.

~~~

Patrick Choate had made a thorough search of the house. His little love was nowhere to be found. His bike and car were sitting side by side in the garage, sharing space with the limo.

Neither Ralph nor Yuan had seen him since early morning.

"All right, little boy," the big agent growled his frustration. "This isn't funny. Where are you?"

"Mr. Patrick?"

Choate turned at the sound of his name uttered by the familiar voice, and found Vincent watching him with a tentative look.

"You said something?" the elderly man asked quietly.

"I seem to have lost the Councilor's son," Choate confessed, trying to mask his annoyance. "You haven't seen him, have you?"

Vincent shook his head. "Not since lunch."

"Did he go out? Did someone pick him up? A cab? A friend?"

The white-haired man shook his head again. "No, sir. Mr. Justin did have a rather large package delivered earlier. He and several of the maintenance crew disappeared shortly afterwards."

"Maintenance?" Choate said, more to himself than Vincent as he pictured some of the grounds and maintenance crew in his mind's eyes and fought back evil thoughts.

"Yessir," Vincent said softly as he smiled. He knew the frown on the chief aide's face had little to do with concentration. "Would you like me to call maintenance, sir?"

"No, Vincent," the aide said, shaking himself out of his jealous fugue. "Thank you. I'll do it myself." 'Justin Evers, what are you up to, now?' he asked himself as he picked up the house phone and dialled '21'.

Twenty minutes later, the large agent stood over his little love, his hands on his hips as he stared down at the sleeping form.

Justin lay sprawled in the comfort of a one inch thick pad that rested on the surface of a beige cotton hammock complete with tassels. Naturally, it was the biggest hammock Choate had ever seen. Easily 80 to 85 inches long and 60 or 65 inches wide, its hardwood spreader bars gleamed in the sparse light, as did the heavy metal support rings. The hammock itself had been secured in the space between two very substantial trees.

"Someday, I'm going to have to teach you the meaning of moderation, mi amor." Slowly, his eyes trailed down his young lover's body. "But, not today," he whispered as he came near.

Choate truly hoped young Evers wore more when he supervised the erection. . .um, poor choice of words, the placement of this monstrosity.

Bare back greeted him, made even more alluring by the sheen of sweat glistening off the golden skin. Naked. His Justin was nearly that, the only thing covering the succulent flesh laid out before him was a familiar pair of grey shorts. Soft cotton material stretched tautly over firm, apple-round butt cheeks. Tight grey shorts, indecently small. They should have been discarded years ago. Too snug for even a thong beneath. Choate had calmly explained, after the first time he had seen that wondrous ass encased in them, that if he caught Justin strutting his stuff in the flimsy garment anywhere but in their rooms or in his sight, young Mr. Evers would be standing for at least a week.

Just about to wake his sleeping brat with a hard swat to his behind, Choate saw the discarded sweat pants and shirt on the ground. Also, on the ground was an ice bucket, now filled with slush, and a bottle of Dom Perignon.

His lover had planned a little party for two, then promptly fallen asleep waiting.

Choate smiled as he knelt beside the hammock. "Dulce," he said softly, peeling the heavy braid of hair from Justin's back. "Dulce?" he whispered again as he kissed away the sweaty trail the hair had left behind.

"Mmmm," was all the answer he received.

"Dulce. Abras tus ojos."

Another moan was the response.

Choate shook his head, just about to gather Justin into his arms and carry him into the house when his eyes fell once again upon the bottle of wine.

Taking it up, he uncorked it. Dribbling a bit of the cool liquid down Justin's spine.

Choate could almost swear he heard it sizzle on contact with his lover's heated flesh.

Instead of the violent reaction he expected, all the agent received was a muffled, "No, Paddy," followed quickly by a, "g'way," as Justin reached back to scratch at the tickling sensation caused by the liquid's trail.

Disappointed, but not discouraged, Choate dribbled another trail. This time, before Justin could wipe it away, the agent followed the pathway with his tongue.

"Mmmm."

This time, the low moan ended in a sharp intake of breath when he reached the waistband of those indecent pants.

"Paddy??" Justin mumbled.

"It better be," came the amused reply. "Raise up."

Which the young man did eagerly enough.

The agent rapidly stripped away the scrap of fabric and tossed it beside the discarded pants.

Making a move to turn over, Choate caught his little love by the hip. Holding the bottle over Justin's ass, he trickled some of the liquid between the golden mounds.

"Paddy! That's cold!" Justin squeaked.

"You noticed," the agent said laughingly, as he put the bottle back in the bucket. "Let's see what I can do to warm it up."

Using his hands now free, Choate took one of Justin's ass cheeks in one, another firm curve in the other, and eased them apart.

Admiring the dusky rose-colored eye that beckoned him, the seconds seemed to stretch out into an eternity.

Beneath him, Justin squirmed desperately. "Ahhh, Paddy. Please," he moaned as he restlessly ground his hips into the yielding fabric of the hammock.

Justin felt the rumble of his lover's laughter all along his spine just before he felt the broad flat surface of his tongue as he licked.

Thumbs placed on either side of the now moist, puckered hole, Choate rubbed his nose along the wrinkled flesh behind Justin's scrotum and inhaled sharply. Then he reached out with his tongue and licked again.

The body beneath him jerked and writhed.

"Oh!" Justin sighed, flailing his arms outward.

"You like that, mi amor poquito?" the agent asked as he pressed down and out with his hands and leaned forward. Just a scarce inch from his face, his prize gleamed tight and quivering. Justin's breath suddenly coming in short, sharp pants.

Eyes closed, mind filled with the beauty of his lover, Choate circled the small opening with his tongue, teasing them both, then plunged his tongue deep inside.

Beneath him, Justin's body jerked rigid as he opened his thighs wide, the action causing the hammock to start to move. Timing the penetration of the point of his tongue with the yaw of the hammock, Choate delved deeper.

Justin made a tiny, helpless noise as he raised up a little higher, trying to get a little closer.

Failing, the young man whimpered piteously.

"Un momento, dulce," Paddy said softly as he stripped down and climbed into the hammock next to his lover, his head once again buried between Justin's thighs, only this time he lay on his side.

Lifting the smaller man by the hips, Choate once again brought his goal close enough to work magic with his tongue. He began again.

Justin arched his back as the moist heat entered him again, and reached out blindly for something to anchor him. Wrapping his arms around strong thighs, Justin leaned forward, his forehead grazing the tower of engorged flesh there.

The younger man smiled briefly before opening his mouth.

Concentrating so hard on his task, the hot sensation of Justin's mouth as it enveloped him came as a shocked surprise that almost made the agent pitch them from their berth.

"Ayyy, dulce. Tienes una boca bonita," he moaned as his hips began a gentle rocking motion and his hand opened Justin's asscheeks further for entrance of his tongue.

Justin reached up and around to grip the solid cheeks of the agent's ass, sheathing his teeth and opening his mouth as he pulled the man into the cavern of his mouth with enthusiasm.

The hammock's pendulum motion increased with the two men's movement as they propelled each other towards mutual satisfaction.

Re-angling his head, Justin willed the muscles of his throat to untighten, so he could take another glorious inch of male flesh inside.

Running his tongue along and over the great shaft; the young man revelled in the low moan that seeped into his ears.

Justin wanted to smile, but there was too much of his man in this mouth to do anything but take more. And take more he did.

Releasing his grip on Choate's ass cheeks, young Evers drew another inch between cushioned teeth and slipped a finger between the agent's tighter nether lips.

Choate hissed with pleasure and renewed his tongue-fucking of Justin's now pulsing opening as his little love eased a fingertip, then two knuckle's length into his ass. As a reward, the Viper rolled his tongue into a wedge and plunged it in as far as it would go.

His brat came with a jerk and a scream of surprise that was muffled by the rod pressed down his throat, but the sound also caused a vibration that sent a shockwave down the agent's prick into the tip of the finger that impaled him until the agent also found his completion following in an equally blinding flash of light.

Dynamics of Hammock Love

In the Wilderness

The day had been a hot one. The kind of heat that made a body lazy. Lazy wasn't in Damien Silver Fox's vocabulary, so they had worked -- hard. It was the only kind of work he knew, but he also played hard. Very hard.

His Little Rain wasn't used to the hard work, and, although he kept the young man's tasks light, he still tired easily. Fox found the pouty lips desirable, but a tired Gideon was a cranky Gideon. To save the tired, irritable young man's bottom, Fox had sent him inside for a nap.

~~

After a quick dip in the sauna, Damien thought about joining his little love, but the young man had been so weary, Fox decided to stretch out onto his newly-acquired hammock and enjoy the cooling evening breeze, instead.

Soon, he fell fast asleep himself.

~~~

The feathery-light touch tickled the hair of his thigh bringing Fox awake with an alarmed start as he batted the irritant away.

The abrupt movement caused the hammock to swing at an awkward angle, pitching the young agent backwards.

Reaching out, he gripped the nearest thing, but too far into falling, Fox could only try to reduce the impact.

Halfway down, he recognized the frightened squeal from above him in time to twist beneath the struggling body and take most of the impact on himself.

When the dust cleared, a stunned face looked down into his.

"Are you hurt?" he growled, ignoring the twinge of protest from his right side.

Blinking several times in surprise at the turn of events, all Gideon could do was shake his head 'no'.

"What do you think you were doing, Little Rain?" he asked sternly. There was that pout again. "Aren't you supposed to be taking a nap?"

"I got lonely. And you looked so good. I was trying to seduce you." That last sentence ended in a squawk as a hard hand impacted a soft, round ass in a punishing swat. "Owww! Damien!" Gideon protested as his hand went to the point of injury.

"That's for the sneak attack, brat."

Beautiful eyes glistened with tears. "But I didn't think you'd mind."

"You didn't think I'd mind being attacked?" Fox asked incredulously.

"It wasn't an attack," the young man said defensively. "It was seduction."

"Well, no more 'seduction' in a moveable object for you."

"But I want to," Kuschel whined insistently.

Fox slid from under his lover. "You're too. . .animated."

The pout increased. "But, I've always wanted to make love on a hammock."

The agent shook his head. "The making love part is all right, just not out here."

"Why not!" the young man demanded, as he crossed his hands over his chest and scowled.

"You mean besides being out in the open?"

"There isn't anyone for miles, Damien," he said as he sat up.

"There's a 'copter that passes overhead a couple of times a day. I'd rather not give the sheriff's department a show, if you don't mind."

"I would think that wouldn't bother you," Kuschel grouched peevishly.

"What makes you think that, brat?" Fox asked him as he reached out a helping hand.

"I just do. Oooooo!" Gideon screamed as he felt himself pulled forward too hard and sent sailing through the air.

To land across Damien's shoulder.

His hands, however, proved not fast enough to protect his bottom from the swat he knew was coming.

"Owwww!" he protested, again rubbing the area of impact. "You sure know how to ruin a mood," he snapped. Then began to squirm as his lover shifted. "No. Damien. No!" The young man wiggled frantically, trying to get out of the way, or get down, kicking his legs like pistons. "Don't spank me!" he pleaded, then began to squirm as his lover shifted positions.

"You should've thought about that before you opened your mouth, brat."

"Damien!" His protests rose in volume as he felt his shorts slide off his hips and down his legs leaving his naked bottom pointed straight up into the air. Suddenly conscious of the helicopter his lover had mentioned, the young man again covered his butt with both hands. "Damien! The sheriff."

"A moment ago you weren't too concerned about my bare ass in the air." The agent laughed. "Different now that the tables are turned, huh?" Silver Fox could feel the heat of his young lover's blush as it crept across his body.

Suddenly subdued, young Kuschel removed his hands and relaxed his body.

"That's better," Fox told him.

A moment later rough cloth covered the young man's naked backside.

"What?" Gideon caught the end. It was the woven mesh of the hammock. "What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted to make love on the hammock," Fox told him as he headed into the house. "That's what we're going to do."

"You're going to hang it in the house?"

"No." Fox began climbing the stairs. "I'm going to lay it out on the bed."

"That's not what I meant, Fox!" Gideon said as sternly as he could from his upside down position.

The older man ignored him as he continued up the stairs.

Once in the bedroom, Fox tossed the hammock, one-handed, across the bed and slid his lover down his body to his feet, removing the T-shirt Kuschel wore along the way.

"Take it or leave it, Little Rain. It's the best deal you'll get."

Gideon scowled up at his lover. "You're a bully."

Fox laughed as he slipped out of his own shorts and shirt. "Am I now?"

"Yes, you are," came the definitive reply.

"So does that mean that you don't want to make love with me?"

The agent waited patiently while a myriad of emotions crossed his young lover's face. Surprise. Disbelief. A brief play of anger. Hurt. Indecision. All ending in that pout.

Fox ignored them all as he stretched out on the rough weave of the hammock. "Well, while you're deciding, I'll be right here."

It took scant moments of waiting before Damien felt the bed give under his lover's weight.

"Decided to join me?" he asked with a laugh.

"Yes," came the almost sullen reply.

"You remember where you left off?" the agent asked lightly, trying to tease the pouting young man from his mood.

"Yes." Gideon leaned over the agent's groin and took the swelling organ in both hands.

Giving his young lover's hip a playful pat, Fox demanded, "Bring that around here," just before he lay back down.

Young Kuschel hesitated. The first time he'd tried a sixty-nine with the big agent Gideon had bitten Damien while in the throes of climax. Luckily, not a bad bite, but enough to hurt.

"Come on, Little Rain." Fox pinched him lightly.

Reluctantly, the younger man shifted until his bottom faced his lover and his knees were on either side of Damien's head.

Opening the pink-tinged flesh with his hands, Fox licked a path from the heavy sacs of his lover's scrotum, to the top of his ass.

The body above his jerked and bucked, and came.

Fox smiled as he nipped at the back of a thigh. "My hair trigger," he said affectionately.

The blush that resulted even colored the bottom that danced before him.

"I hate that," Gideon murmured, as he buried his face in his lover's groin.

Fox kissed the pale pink flesh again. "As long as you reload for me, brat, I don't mind."

The body above his shuddered as he exhaled along the dark valley, causing the opening there to shiver and shrink.

Pressing hard at the flesh surrounding it, Fox made the hole open and promptly buried his tongue inside.

Gideon's breath started coming in short, sharp pants. With shaky hands, the young man took the engorged organ that bobbed beneath his chin, stuffed it into his mouth, and sucked hard.

The flesh between his lips spasmed and suddenly seemed to increase in size, filling his mouth, threatening to cut off his oxygen as it impacted the back of his throat.

A sudden movement threw him off-balance. Before he knew what was happening, Gideon found his mouth and hands empty, and his lover's body gone from beneath him. He had one second of confusion before he felt the cool slickness of a gel-covered finger enter his already moist entrance to be immediately replaced by the bludgeoning tip of his lover's tool.

Whimpering softly, the young man grabbed handfuls of the cotton netting beneath him as he braced himself for a hard ride.

As Damien pressed his way inside the hot, wet channel, Gideon felt the blood rush from his head and saw stars sparkle before his eyes.

"Are you all right, luv?" Fox asked him.

The young man could only nod as he felt the pressure from his lover's rock hard penis fill him.

"You want me to stop?"

In answer, the young man forced himself backwards until he felt something warm and heavy rest against the backs of his thighs. He gasped, both at the sensation and the swat he received. Rough fabric scratched against his cheek and shoulders and knees as he felt his lover pull out of him.

"Gideon Kuschel!" the older man growled as he checked for blood.

"It didn't hurt. I was careful."

"You are greedy. You do that again, brat, and--"

"I'm sorry, Fox. It just felt so good! And you don't do it hard and fast often. And it felt so good."

The lightly blushed bottom bobbed invitingly in front of him. Hard and fast, he wanted. Fox would show him hard and fast.

Once again positioning himself, the agent steadied his lover with one hand on his hip, and plunged in with one long, steady stroke.

The young man let out his breath in a long, low moan as he came again in short, quick spurts.

Knowing his young lover was going down for the count now, Fox increased his rhythm, thrusting hard into the dark valley, squeezing tightly at the already reddened flesh, humping furiously, his breath coming out as lust-tinged grunts.

Beneath him, Gideon clung to the weave of the hammock, reveling in the onslaught. The power radiating from behind him was awesome. Gideon swallowed a cry as the raging cock pounded him into the roping.

His bottom throbbed. The opening stretched to its limit. And Fox was merciless and wonderful. And the pleasure/to almost pain crashed over him.

And Fox thrust harder. His breath now coming in short, sharp pants.

Suddenly, a howl tore into the darkness. Gideon felt the hot liquid fill him as Fox came, calling his name.

And the stars sparkle intensified within the darkness of the room.