Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 08:26:51 +1000 From: Iain Robertson Subject: Another Nick & Noah - N&N 3 - chapter 1 Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don't have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!! This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk. This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me -- all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. iainlthr@hotmail.com. Nick and Noah 3 - Another Nick & Noah Chapter 1 Nick and Noah were an unlikely couple. Both were slender but muscled in build, but that was about the only physical thing they had in common. Nick was lucky to stand 5'6" in thick socks, while Noah often had to duck his 6'2" frame under low doorways and hanging ornaments. Noah was the embodiment of ancient Viking stock, his impossibly thin waist the base of a `V' of flesh and muscle that widened with an expanse of chest defined by chiselled pecs, to incredible shoulders topped by a long angular face and blond hair, cut short. Apart from his head, the only other part of his body to bear any hair at all was his groin -- a light dusting of blond pubic bush. The remainder of his trim body was smooth as silk. His companion, boyfriend, partner -- choose your favourite euphemism for mate -- was the reincarnation of his Greek ancestors. Nick's short frame was blessed with a luxuriant coat of dark fur from the base of his neck, across his chest and over his sculpted six-pack abs, thickening even more at his groin, and continuing down his short but powerful legs. Even his square jaw was never free of the shadow of stubble, no matter how closely he attempted to shave. Nick's explosive Mediterranean temperament belied a heart of gold, and was perfectly offset by Noah's cool detached manner, no matter how much pressure he was under. To the casual observer, Nick and Noah lived a mundane, peaceful and happy existence as a quiet gay couple in a quiet gay neighbourhood in Sydney. But there was one thing they shared which few others knew: They each found a tremendous excitement, an erotic thrill, in leather. Bright, shining, skin-tight black leather. They had discovered their shared and secret desire almost by accident one day when they had mistakenly walked into the middle of a Leather Pride street fair. That afternoon, Nick had commented to Noah about how sexy he thought some of the men there had looked in their leather gear, and Noah had revealed, almost guiltily, that he harboured a secret fantasy which involved chaps and a harness, boots and a sling. Once the ice had been broken, the couple had discussed this inner longing they both seemed to hold. To their amazement and delight, Nick and Noah discovered that the look, the smell and the feel of glistening black hide was a powerful aphrodisiac. Over the last 18 months, the pair had developed a reputation as amateur sleuths. Their first effort had involved unravelling a mysterious case of a friend disappearing, which had led them through a series of twists and turns until they found the missing man, and a dead body. It was their efforts which solved the murder despite being warned off by the police. And just recently, they had been asked to investigate yet another disappearance which found them negotiating a maze of anonymous sex, lies and deceit, to yet another murder, but also gained them some close friends and introduced them to the exciting, forbidden world of group sex and Master/slave role-playing in their beloved leather. It had taken them some time to iron out their doubts and fears about sharing themselves with others, but after acknowledging that they loved each other deeply, and understanding that what they shared with others was purely sexual excitement, they had found that their own love for each other deepened and grew as a result of the `games' they played with others. One couple with whom they played often, and who also had made the same discovery and fallen in love, but heightened their excitement and kept their relationship through multiple partners, were David and Joe. David was a Master in the dungeon, calling himself `Sabre', whilst Joe was his slave-boy and known as `Eagar' when they lived out their fantasies. They were close friends in the `normal' world, and in the playrooms they shared, filled with slings and leather, dildoes and chains, they were serious fuck-buddies. Nick became Master Trojan, and shared Noah, his slave boy Viking, with Sabre enthusiastically, while enjoying the services of Eagar at the same time. ********** Nick and Noah were just finishing packing their suitcases when the doorbell rang. They were going out of town for a long weekend. One of the companies in which they had a sizeable package of shares was holding its Annual General Meeting in Melbourne, and the boys had decided that it was the perfect excuse to fly down to the southern city, take in some sights and have short break. David and Joe were going to look after their dog, Indiana, while they were gone, and they intended on being back home within four days, so they were travelling light. Noah answered the door, and ushered David into the living room. "Hi guys," he nodded. "Hi," responded Nick. "There's no problem with having Indy, is there?" he asked, suddenly concerned. "I don't know if we could get him into a kennel at this late stage." "No, not at all," David chuckled. "But I do have a favour to ask ..." Nick raised his eyebrows, but Noah simply smiled. "Of course, what is it?" "I have a friend in Melbourne who collects rare books and stuff like that. We used to see a lot of each other when I lived there, and still keep in touch regularly. He called me this morning because he'd purchased a book on ebay -- this one," David said, holding out a largish oblong wrapped in shrink-wrap. "It was paid for, but he didn't want to risk having it posted to him. He asked me if I could collect it, and hang onto it until the next time he was up in Sydney, or I was heading south or whatever." "And you'd like us to deliver it ..." Nick finished for him. "If you wouldn't mind." David said. "I know it would mean a lot to him to get his hands on it so quickly, and he may even be very `appreciative' of your efforts." "Oh yeah?" asked Noah. "And just what form might his appreciation take? Does he share your predilection for inserting large toys into bound and harnessed slaves, maybe?" "Mmm," hummed Nick with an evil grin. "And we were going to leave the leather at home -- too difficult to explain it away through the airport check-in!" David laughed. "Sorry, guys, but I have to disappoint you. No, Wes isn't into that at all! But he is quite wealthy. Even `filthy rich' as the expression goes. I was thinking that he might shout you to a nice meal at one of the better restaurants, or something similar. He lives out of town, but for this book, I'm sure he'll come in to see you at your hotel. All you need to do is call him and let him know where you are." Noah sighed. "It's probably just as well," he said. "I don't think I could go through re-packing again with Nick. After all, we're only going to be there for a few days. We can live without our leathers until then." "Thanks, guys," David said. "Here's his number. I'll call him and tell him what's happening, tell him to expect to hear from you." "No problems, mate," Nick said. "Look after Indy, and we'll see you Tuesday evening." "Okay. And have fun," David said, as he headed out of the door. "Hey, I wonder how much this thing is worth?" Nick mused, holding the carefully wrapped package up before him. "I don't think I want to know," Noah replied. "Here, put it in my hand luggage. I know what true collectors are like, so I want to make sure it arrives safe and undamaged." Just over two hours later they checked in at Kingsford Smith Airport. The shuttle flights between Sydney and Melbourne left every hour or so, and they had chosen a lunchtime flight to try to avoid the evening rush of business people heading home for the weekend. Even so, the plane was fairly full, but with less than an hour and a half flying time, it was bearable. Arriving was something of a different story. Some kind of equipment breakdown saw them wait almost an hour before they could collect their bags from the carousel, and by that time a huge queue of people were trying to gets taxis from Tullamarine into the City as heavy rain beat down from the skies. "Welcome to Melbourne," Nick said wryly. It was a long slow drive into town with the rain and the traffic, so that Nick and Noah didn't get to the hotel in Collins Street until almost 6.30 pm, some six hours after leaving home. Nick was almost ready to explode, his temperament never the best. Noah resignedly allowed his husband to fume as they carted bags into the foyer. "I'm sorry, Sir," said the girl at the front desk, who didn't appear to be very sorry at all. "It seems we had you booked for last night. When you didn't arrive, the booking was given away." "What?" thundered Nick. "Well, just re-book us," reasoned Noah, trying to keep his man under control. "But there are no rooms available. We're full this weekend." "Then perhaps you had better find us another hotel," Noah said, slowly losing his patience as well. "Err, I don't know ..." she began. "Listen," Nick hissed. "Just get off your arse and find us a place to stay." Noah shrugged, turning his back on the unhelpful woman. "It's not worth the effort, Nick," he sighed. "Let's just go. We'll head over to the Crown Towers. Surely they will have a room." "You haven't heard the last of this!" Nick spat at the clerk as they walked outside again and hailed another taxi for the short trip across the river to the casino complex. At twice the price they had expected to pay, the pair finally installed themselves in a room in the Crown Tower Hotel around 8.00 pm. "I'm exhausted," Noah declared. "Yeah," his man agreed. "This certainly hasn't been the best start to a vacation. Surely nothing else could go wrong. All I want is a nice quiet weekend." "Me too," Noah replied, as they fell into bed and into a deep sleep. ***** The next morning, the rain had gone, leaving Melbourne clean and sparkling in the sun. Rested, the boys' spirits revived. From their window, they were presented with a fabulous view of the city skyline, and the memories of the eventful journey began to fade. "I think a serious complaint to that other hotel is warranted," Nick harrumphed. "I agree," Noah smiled. "But in calm terms, in writing. Not yelled across a front desk. We'll worry about it when we get home." "Well, if you say so ..." Nick didn't look at all convinced, but Noah pretended to ignore his doubting face. "Let's call this friend of David's -- get rid of this book. Then we can start to plan our weekend, okay?" "Okay," Nick agreed. "What's his name?" Noah rummaged through his bag, finding the details he was after. "Wesley Arrows-Smith." He grinned. "I always love how these rich guys have hyphenated names," he chuckled. "'Arrowsmith' isn't hyphenated," Nick said in confusion. "No, no, it's `Arrows ... Smith'," Noah answered, still seeing incomprehension in Nick's face. "Oh, forget it. Hand me the phone will you? I'll call him now." He quickly dialled the number David had given them, and waited until it began to ring. An electronic message asked him to stay on the line as the call was diverted, and then a rounded male voice answered. "Hello, Wes speaking." "Uh, hello, Mr Arrows-Smith?" Noah asked. "Yes?" "My name is Noah Sorenson. I'm a friend of David Bryant. He asked me to ..." "Yes, of course. My `Verdani'," the other man interrupted. "Pardon?" "My book," said Arrows-Smith. "You're David's friends who've brought my book down from Sydney. He telephoned yesterday, told me all about you." Noah brightened. "That's right." "I'm in the car at the moment, on my way into the City. I have a meeting at 11.00, but not for long. I could meet up with you by 1.00 pm if that's convenient?" "I guess we can make sure we're back here by one," Noah thought aloud. "That would be fine with us." "Excellent," came the response. "Just in time for me to take you to lunch. Where are you staying?" "The Crown Towers," Noah replied. "Oh, hmmm ...of course! I'll see you around 1.00 then." He rang off. Noah could have sworn he detected a note of serious scorn in the final comment. "I don't think I'm going to like Mr Arrows-Smith," he muttered as he hung up the phone. More loudly, he said to Nick, "We have a few hours to kill -- he's meeting us here at 1.00 o'clock. Any suggestions?" With a mischievous smile, Nick said nothing, but walked to the door and hung the `do not disturb' sign on the handle. Turning back to his man, he dropped the bathrobe he wore in a puddle at his feet, revealing himself in all his glory. The thick tube of his cock was already filling and lengthening. Noah grinned back at him. Silently, he dropped his own robe, the tingling at his groin increasing as his dick grew in pace with his anticipation. He stepped up to Nick, standing so close that their pricks nudged each other. Eye to eye they stood for just a moment, before Noah's fingers closed over Nick's nipple, squeezing gently. That caused Nick to moan softly, opening his mouth as he closed his eyes and let his head roll back a little. Noah ran his free hand up the curve of Nick's back until it rested on his neck, cradling his head. He leaned over and closed his mouth over his mate's lips, kissing him deeply, driving his tongue into the warm, wet orifice and exploring Nick's mouth. Nick responded in kind, kissing him back, suckling at Noah's tongue. His body seemed to melt into his lover's, so that they became as one, fluid and soft. As Noah continued to pinch at his tit, Nick ran one finger slowly, tantalisingly down the length of Noah's spine until it slid into the crevasse between his muscled arse cheeks. Nick's other hand started from it's resting point on Noah's hip, and slowly, imperceptibly, moved forward. They continued their kiss unabated, soft gasps and muted groans escaping them from time to time, only to be swallowed again by the other's mouth as their passion grew with each passing second. When Nick's right hand closed around the throbbing hardness of Noah's erection, the taller man broke their kiss and threw back his head, moaning loudly. Nick didn't miss a beat, his lips travelling down across Noah's chin and he licked teasingly at the taut skin on his lover's neck. Still Noah pinched at Nick's chest, pulling at the small brown erection of his nub whilst he revelled in the sensation of Nick's tongue laving its way across his body, and his cock ached in the grip of his partner's fist. But when Nick's mouth closed over Noah's left nipple, he surrendered his grip on his man's chest. Both hands flew to Nick's shoulders, and Nick in response gripped harder at Noah's steel hard cock with one hand, his other joining it to massage the large, firm orbs of Noah's nuts in their rolling sack of skin. Re-directing his attention from one nipple to the other, and then back again, Nick continued to drive his lover wild with electric bolts of pleasure as he licked and chewed on Noah's nips, and groped and squeezed at the genitalia in his hands. He could feel Noah's fingers digging into his shoulders, involuntarily pushing him downward as his blond god gasped with delight. He loved the way he could play Noah like this, make him moan and huff with absolute ecstasy. He knew so well that Noah could do the same to him -- they were a perfect match for each other, and whilst Noah preferred to take the submissive role to Nick's dominating master when they played in their leathers, when they made love like this it was often a different story. Nick reluctantly relinquished his man's chest, intending to target a much more preferable area to suckle upon. His mouth lowered across the trembling ridges of Noah's abdomen, tasting the sweet, silky flesh of his man as he went. Dropping to his knees, he felt Noah's hands clasp together at the back of his head, and watched in delight as the first sparkling droplet of pre-cum appeared in the eye of the other's very long, rock hard cock. Nick allowed himself the indulgence of licking out with his tongue and scooping up that precious liquid, savouring it as he drank in the view presented. Noah's prong shuddered in the air before him, trembling with anticipated need, proudly awaiting the attention he intended to give. Then, unable to resist any longer, he opened his mouth and swallowed that glorious manhood in one long, deep dive, burying his nose in the soft, sparse blond hair at Noah's groin. Noah shook as he felt himself engulfed in the moist warmth of his man's gullet. Sheathing his achingly hard prick in that glorious scabbard felt so amazing, and without thinking he grabbed at Nick's head, bucking forward and driving himself deeper into his mate's throat. His head back, a growl erupted from his throat as animal lust swept through him. His balls ached from the tightening grip of Nick's fingers clenching around them, but the slight pain only excited him even more, and with fistfuls of luxuriant black hair he thrust his masculinity fast into the suctioning vacuum of his man's face, pulling back at speed to ram himself in again. Over and over, he powered his rutting motion, fucking his lover's face with a mighty force as the beads of sweat began to form on his brow and his back. Nick slurped and gulped at the long weapon of silky flesh filling his mouth. He fought hard against the urge to gag, gumming at Noah's prick instead, and scraping his teeth along the veiny pole as it withdrew from his gullet in readiness for its next assault. His fingers massaged the rolling nuts slapping at his chin with each drive of Noah's body, and his other hand squeezed at the melon-like firmness of his man's arse cheek. Fighting the temptation to thunder on until he drowned his mate in a sea of ejaculate, Noah overcame his natural urges, and gradually slowed his gyrations, until he was able to gently pull Nick's eager lips away from his glistening member. Still holding Nick's face in his hands, Noah dropped to his knees, so the two were eye to eye once again. He pulled his lover's mouth to his own, kissing him deeply, thrusting his tongue into the other man's mouth and suckling upon the probing tongue that greeted him. The two held each other tightly, hands exploring skin, arms around torsos, cocks mashing together as they lost themselves in the power of their embrace. "Fuck me, Noah," Nick begged in a barely heard whisper as they broke for air. His lover nodded. "Turn around, handsome," he hissed. As Nick complied, swinging on his knees to face away from his man, Noah scrabbled at the toiletries pack he had left on a side table earlier. He pulled out a tube of lubricant, quickly squeezing a generous dollop of the slimy gel onto his cockhead and smearing it along his pole. Another gob of the lube was more gently massaged into and around Nick's sphincter as Noah prepared his partner for penetration. First one finger, and then a second, found its way into the ring of muscle twitching in anticipation. Nick moaned softly, encouraging his man to make love to him. "Oh yeah," he murmured. "That's it, Noah, I'm ready. Fuck me, please!" Noah made no answer, but slid his digits from the flexing hole and moved forward; his long, hard cock nudging into the crevasse between Nick's cheeks. Teasing his man, the tall blond rubbed his cockhead up and down that slippery niche, slipping past the winking target of Nick's anus several times, before finally coming to a halt with the silky flesh of his glans pressed against the waiting ring. Noah leaned forward, over Nick's back, his hands running tenderly up his lover's fur covered abs and chest, before curling around his shoulders from beneath. As Nick continued to moan, Noah began to inch forward, his hardness met by the involuntary resistance of Nick's sphincter. Undeterred, Noah pulled his man back onto himself with a slow but firm pressure, delighting in the sensation of Nick's body opening to his insistent probing. He could feel the gradual relaxation in his man as Nick's arse stretched to accommodate him, the sphincter muscles closing again around his sensitive head as he slid his mushroom cap into his partner's rectum. He paused, allowing Nick to adjust to the thickness holding him open, reading the familiar signs of his lover's body as it calmed again. When he knew Nick was ready, he moved again, still slow, but unwavering, as the length of his manhood breached Nick's defences, sliding steadily into his body. Noah took his time, revelling in the amazing feeling of Nick's hot, wet chute swallowing his throbbing prick. Centimetre by centimetre, his pole rode through the flexing ring of muscle and filled the waiting cavern of delight beyond. He smiled when his mate gasped and he felt that knot of nerve endings that was Nick's prostate scrape against his cock, but he didn't slow his entry at all. Further, deeper he went, until his entire length was enwrapped in the squelching warmth of Nick's body, and his rolling nuts pressed into Nick's perineum. Finally he stopped, marvelling at the sensations flooding him. His prong sunk completely inside his man, Noah felt the trembling of Nick's body as his stomach and chest pressed against his lover's back, his arms around Nick's torso, his hands on the other's shoulders, still gripping, still pulling him back against Noah's probing cock. He remained in that position for several minutes, lowering his face to Nick's neck, biting gently at the soft flesh, licking at the tensed musculature, as he covered his lover with his own body, and owned him completely. Nick flexed his arse, gripping more tightly at the invading log of flesh covered steel inserted into him. He shuddered with enjoyment as he felt Noah's prick filling him and delighted in the warmth of his man's body covering his own. Noah's lips on his skin, the nibbling at his neck, sent waves of joy throughout his frame, and he savoured the moment for as long as he could, knowing his lover would begin to move when he was ready; knowing that Noah had far more pleasure in store for both of them yet. The tightening of Nick's sphincter around his throbbing prick prompted Noah's animal instincts to come to the fore. Slowly he pulled himself back a little, feeling the suction of his mate's rectum grip at his manhood, then in again he pushed. Another slow withdrawal, slightly further this time, and a more powerful inward thrust. Still enwrapping Nick's body in his own, still biting at his lover's neck and back, the Norse god began to hump into his hirsute Greek, slowly at first, but with ever increasing strength and speed. Soon he developed a rhythm, a cyclic motion of thrust and withdrawal, as he coupled with his mate in lusty fervour. Responding to the drive and pull of his man's movement, Nick clenched himself around that hard, meaty pole as it was drawn from him, then pushed back against it with each inward pounding, rocking in time with his partner. With Noah's body over him and around him, with Noah deep inside him and holding him tightly, Noah's lips on his shoulders, Nick trembled with arousal. His skin tingled, beads of sweat forming on his brow and arms, bringing a sheen to his flesh which matted the thick black hair on his body. When his lover found and pulled at his erect nipples, he gasped in ecstatic pleasure. For an unmeasured time they remained locked together, rutting and joined, fucking hard but slow as they relished the pleasure of their union. But as his tempo increased, Noah felt the need to be able to drive himself harder and deeper into his man. Straightening his back, he knelt behind Nick and now gripped at his man's hips, pulling him hard against the pistoning sword at Noah's groin as he fucked into the other's body with deep, driving force. Again and again, Noah crashed himself into Nick. The wet, squelching sound of Nick's innards being assaulted by his thundering sword filled Noah's ears, accompanied by the slapping of flesh against flesh each time he bottomed out, his testicles bouncing off his lover's balls. "Oh yeah, do it, man, fuck that hole!" Nick muttered, his guttural hiss exciting Noah even further. "Fuck ... unhh ... yeah ... so ... unhh ... good," Noah breathed between thrusts. Harder, faster, deeper, Noah drove himself, feeling as though he could pry open Nick's chute and fill that glorious cavern with his entire body. Pure animal lust drove him on, filling him with need as he fucked harder and harder at his mate. Until now, he had been kneeling behind Nick, his knees between those of his partner. But as he continued to plough his man, he lifted first one foot and then the other until he had both feet flat on the floor outside the spread of Nick's legs. By now he was crouching over his lover, gripping at Nick's hips, and driving his long cock deep into his partner's bowel. Nick responded by dropping his head to the floor, pointing his arse upwards. Now Noah's motion, whilst still fucking his man, was more of an up and down cycle as he lifted himself to pull out of Nick's body, and dropped with all of his weight, slamming his male sword into the welcoming scabbard of scalding flesh and slippery innards below him. Up and down, in and out, Noah fucked Nick with abandon, his entire frame shuddering with passionate arousal. Harder he dropped, further he lifted, until his entire length exited his partner's body, exposing the twitching open hole of Nick's anus to view. Before that beckoning target could close, back he fell, piercing the ring of muscle with himself, skewering Nick onto his cock and fucking him again. With the force of their rut, both men grunted and cursed, gasping and urging each other higher and higher into the clouds of ecstasy as they coupled, forming a single beast of masculine sexuality. The room filled with the sound of lusty congress, the musky aroma of male sex wafting in the air. Noah felt the droplets of perspiration gather on his face, his nose and chin, then splatter down. He was sure they hissed as they connected with Nick's flesh, but he was far too consumed by the total joy he felt at fucking into his man to care. His body on fire, his cock a flaming poker searing into the scorching pit of Nick's arse, Noah fought hard against the rising urge to explode. He sensed it was a futile battle, and readied himself to warn his lover even as his passion flooded through him in waves of ecstasy. But before he could say anything, Nick suddenly clamped his sphincter hard against Noah's cock, the vice-like grip accompanied by a stifled bellow as the dark, muscled body beneath him spasmed in release. It was the trigger which pushed Noah over the precipice. One final lunge, one last hard deep thrust as he thundered downward, driving his masculinity as far into Nick's body as possible, and Noah exploded. A torrent of creamy ejaculate flooded the shuddering body beneath him. Noah's prick jerked with the power of his release and pumped his essence into Nick's waiting receptacle, filling his man while Nick's own jism sprayed from his rampant erection, splattering onto the floor. Both of them gasped for air as they crashed into their orgasm, hissing lusty obscenities to each other and flailing in the throes of climax. As Nick lifted onto hands and knees, Noah once again dropped to his knees as well, collapsing forward onto his mate as his cock finally emptied itself into Nick's arse. As one, the pair collapsed in a heap of sated desire, Nick lying in a pool of his own cum, while Noah's long turgid weapon bathed in the cream filled scabbard of his body. When he finally regained some strength, Nick chuckled, rolling to one side. Noah's slowly depleting erection slid from its receptacle as it's owner lay alongside his partner. "What's so funny?" Noah asked gently. "We've made a real mess of the carpet!" Nick noted, pointing at the residue of his excitement. Noah smiled with satisfied exhaustion. "I don't care! That was fantastic, Nick. Thank you." "Always a pleasure, and I mean a real pleasure," his lover grinned back, leaning in for another, less passionate kiss as they held each other again in the afterglow of their joinder. Ten minutes later, Noah shrugged himself into movement, glancing at the clock. "Hey, handsome," he whispered to his man. "You go and have a shower, clean yourself up. I'll see what I can do about this ..." he indicated the sticky pool of cum on the floor. "David's friend will be here in half an hour, and I don't think finding us like this would make a good impression!" Nick laughed out loud. "I guess not," he agreed as he made his way to the bathroom. A short time later, both of them had bathed and dressed, sitting back and recalling the pleasure they had shared. There was little evidence of their tryst, and what was there would disappear the next time the room was cleaned. The phone rang at precisely 1.00. "He's certainly punctual," Nick commented as Noah picked it up. "Mr Sorensen?" "That's me," Noah confirmed. "Wesley Arrows-Smith. Shall I come up?" "No, that's okay. We'll meet you in the foyer," Noah said. He nudged Nick and tried to look serious. "I suspect this guy might be a bit of a snob, Nick, so don't go giving him a hard time, okay? Grab that book, and let's go down. At least he's buying us lunch." Nick looked wounded at the suggestion he might not behave himself, but knew only too well that Noah was the cool head in their relationship, and he usually tried to follow his partner's suggestions. Sitting downstairs in a lounge near the main entrance was a well-dressed man who looked to be only a few years older than themselves. Noah guessed he was David's friend, and approached him. "Mr Arrows-Smith?" At his nod, Noah introduced himself and Nick. "Please, call me `Wes'," he said. "And thank you for delivering the book ..." At that, Nick happily handed over the package. "David is very good to me for collecting this, and I owe you gentlemen for bringing it with you. Won't you let me take you to lunch?" "Yes, that'd be nice," Nick said enthusiastically. "Excellent. Do you have any preference? I know of a wonderful little Italian place in the city, but if you would prefer to stay here ...?" he waved his arm dismissively at the foyer of their hotel. Noah could anticipate Nick's reaction from the way his man set his jaw, and he dived in quickly. "Your suggestion sounds fine," he said reassuringly. "Okay then," Wes answered easily. "My car is waiting outside." Sure enough, a large white Rover sat in the driveway. As they breezed through the doors a valet hurried to open the door, and Wes palmed a note to him. Nick looked at Noah with wide eyes. Minutes later, they pulled up outside a restaurant in Flinders Lane. It looked like little from outside, but another valet quickly met them and ushered them inside before moving the car. The boys were impressed, even more so when the maitre'd announced that Mr Arrows-Smith's usual table was available, and led them to a private booth at the side of the main dining room. Nick had held his tongue for too long. "So, Wes," he said smoothly. "I got the impression that you don't particularly like our hotel?" Their host looked a little surprised. "Oh, was I that obvious? I do beg your pardon. It's just that I find the Crown a little ... pretentious. Lots of lights and glitz, but not really comfortable. I prefer the Stamford Plaza when I need to stay in the City myself." "We didn't have much choice," Noah responded. "How so?" "Well, we flew down yesterday afternoon ..." Noah began. With constant asides from Nick, he detailed their disastrous journey to arrive where they were, to the obvious discomfort of their host. "Oh, my word!" Wes declared. "I am so sorry you have been treated so badly. This really is a wonderful city, and I wish you could see the best of it, rather than the worst. I know David would be very upset to hear that you had not enjoyed yourselves while you were here." "You know David well then?" Nick asked. "Indeed. He and I were quite close many years ago. Nothing sexual, of course," he added hurriedly to Nick's questioning face, "but I considered him one of my best friends. When he moved to Sydney we kept in touch, but it's never the same when you live a thousand kilometres apart." Wes seemed to stop and think for a few moments, then brightened and went on. "I know he thinks a great deal of you two. He mentions you often, he and Joe both." "You know Joe as well then?" asked Noah in surprise. "Not really. I've spoken to him several times, but only met him once -- on my last visit north. He seems a lovely young man, and it's obvious that David is very much in love with him." Another short break, before Wes looked from Noah to Nick and back again, with a twinkle in his eye. "I understand that it was you who introduced them?" Noah nodded. "Yes. David told me something about being involved in an investigation of sorts. You were searching for Joe's missing partner, who turned out to have been murdered. And the two of you played matchmaker between them -- decided they were a good match. Do I have it right?" "Something like that," Noah hedged. A knowing look crossed Wes' face. "Yes ... and David does that, too!" "I'm sorry?" Noah asked in uncertain surprise. "David does what you just did ... he tells part of the story, and clams up. I'm sure there's more to it, and I suspect it's quite juicy, even racy, but I won't pry." Nick began to chuckle. "I think I like you," he said through a smile. "Even if you are a snob." Noah gasped, and Wes' eyes rounded for a moment, before narrowing again. Noah was sure he was about to throw them out, but instead he started to laugh; a deep, hearty laugh. "Now you really do sound like David!" he chuckled. "He would never let me get away with anything either. Always tells me I'm too up-market for my own good." Noah relaxed as Wes seemed to take the comment in his stride. "Wes, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to offend," he said, shooting a look of daggers at Nick. "No, honestly, it's fine," Wes replied. "Listen guys, your weekend has started awfully. Let me try to make amends on behalf of Melbourne. Come down to my property and stay with me, please. It's not that far, on the Mornington Peninsula. We have some excellent restaurants and bars down there. Let me be your host, what do you say?" "We're honoured, Wes, and thanks," Noah began, "But we don't want to impose. Besides, we have a meeting in the City on Monday. That's why we're here -- the shareholders meeting for `Tridex Limited'." Wes beamed. "That's perfect! I'm coming up again on Monday for that same meeting. We can enjoy the rest of the weekend, and I can bring you up with me." "Sounds good to me," Nick interrupted at that. "I think a nice quiet weekend in the country would do us good, Noah!" Knowing when he was beaten, Noah acceded. "As long as we're not putting you out ..." "Not at all," Wes grinned. "I'll enjoy the company. And you can tell me all about David and Joe ..." Nick began to fidget then, coughing into his hand. "It's okay guys. I am just kidding. Although a know a little more about David's `preferences' than he realises. Melbourne can be a small town in many ways and several of my acquaintances enjoy the leather scene." Seeing the startled look on both Nick and Noah's faces, he smiled widely and went on. "But you can say only what you want. I won't push any more. Let's get your things from the hotel and head back down around the Bay." ... to be continued. This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!