Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2000 05:31:53 EDT
From: LaelSt@aol.com
Subject: Near Collision:Chapter One

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This is my second attempt at a story line. Have patience and mercy. This
particular story is going to end up crossing several categories as the story
advances. When it got to be over 20 pages before hitting chapter 2, I decide
to give it wings before it became unbearable to upload. Chapter 2 will follow
swiftly. The great god of the nifty archives (especially his earthly
representative!) have mercy on me in advance. Enough said, enjoy!


"Near Collision"
                     By Lael Stalnaker


Chapter One: Near Miss

  Skyler slammed on his brakes. He thought his foot was
going to go through the floorboard of the old '79 Ford
Ranchero. He had been fiddling with the volume knob on the
newly installed stereo instead of paying full attention to
the road ahead. While upping the volume of his favorite
song, "Tell me the Meaning of Being Lonely", the light had
changed and traffic stopped. A flash of pale yellow had
alerted Skyler to the impending accident. With the smell of
burning tire rubber, the heavy vehicle stopped abruptly.
The car stopped a bare foot from the back tire of the
motorcycle in front of him. Fortunately, no one was
directly behind Skyler.

  Skyler's eyes were drawn to the motorcycle ahead of him.
It was a marvelous piece of equipment. A Harley-Davidson
antique, if he was seeing it right. The chrome was polished
to an incredible shine. Each side had a large compartment
alongside the rear wheel. The rear fender and the
compartments were painted a canary yellow. The paint had
obviously been given a thorough waxing sometime recently
since it glittered in the afternoon sun. It was the yellow
that had caught the corner of his eye, thus averting an
immanent accident. Skyler's face turned scarlet. God, it
would have been tragic to hit that bike!

  A pair of eyes met Skyler's from the bike's side mirrors.
A pair of metallic blue wrap-around sunglasses covered
them. Skyler could just make out the eyes watching him from
behind the shades. Then the figure on the motorcycle began
to fully register on Skyler. This was one hell of a man on
that bike. As the song that almost caused an accident
continued playing, Skyler began to really get a sense of
the person in front of his car. Forget the bike, it would
have been tragic to hit this god from on high!

  Skyler broke the eye contact. His face was still flushed
with embarrassment. The young man on the motorcycle had a
grin, Skyler could just see from the reflection in the
bike's mirror. Lowering his eyes, Skyler slowly brought
then back up again. The entire time, he scanned the figure
on the bike ahead of him. The light was taking forever to
change.

  The guy on the bike couldn't have been more than 18 or 19
years old. He had on black Nike's with white half socks.
His muscular legs were tan and hairless. Skyler was
immediately reminded of sports swimmers, with their high
muscle tone and smooth bodies. The man had one hand
hanging, totally relaxed, down the side of his thigh. It
was encased in a black leather glove with the fingers cut
off. It gave Skyler a tingle in his groin just looking at
the leather and slightly curled fingers lying against the
bare tan skin of the guy's leg. Levi's cut off at the high
end of the thigh captured Skyler's attention next. He
hadn't see a guy wearing shorts cut that high in years...
well, actually, ever. Tucked into the back of the guy's
shorts was a blue and green plaid shirt. The sleeves had
been cut off at the shoulder and a gray hood hung down from
the neck. He had a baseball cap on backwards under his
helmet. His dark brown hair was cut close to the middle of
his neck. It had just the slightest wave to it. The over
all effect was perfection. This guy seemed to be completely
comfortable and confident with the world around him. Skyler
was completely smitten.

  Just as Skyler finished his visual inspection of the hot
stud sitting at ease ahead of him, he noticed the eyes
watching him again from the mirror. 'Shit!' he thought to
himself. 'Great, the guy's gonna think I'm some kinda
perv.' Skyler's face flushed a deeper red that he was sure
covered him from throat to the tip of his ears. The light
changed at that point. Traffic finally started moving
again. Skyler was kind of thrilled that the guy had noticed
him.

  They kept pace with each other for several blocks. The
guy rode with a graceful one-handed ease that belied the
actual difficulty of his style. 'And the boy definitely has
style,' Skyler thought to himself. Every so often, Skyler
realized that the guy was studying him just as carefully as
he had watched the guy earlier. Skyler's groin was getting
a little uncomfortable with that cramped, trapped feeling
as the blood flow to it increased with each second. It was
an internal fight to see whether more blood was going to
his crotch or his face. It felt like his cheeks were on
fire. So did his crotch, for that matter.

  Skyler finally had to reluctantly turn onto another
street. Motorcycle guy continued on the way they had been
going. Skyler saw the guy turn his head toward him as the
turn started. The eyes watched Skyler intently for a moment
and then his hand lifted from the wrist and casually waved
from side to side. Skyler almost thought that it was a
farewell gesture on the part of the motorcycle stud. Skyler
sighed to himself as he continued on his way home. The
situation only made him more aware of how long it had been
since he had been with anyone. He hadn't even gone on a
platonic date much less a real one in way too many months.
Skyler started counting those months as he pulled into his
parking space at his apartment.

  He felt totally isolated when he realized that it had
been at least 19 months since he had had any kind of date
and even longer since he had a real relationship. He shut
off the engine. Skyler sat in his car and took a deep
breath. The turn his thoughts had taken removed the last
vestiges of the hard-on he had gotten from watching the
motorcyclist. He let his breath back out in a long hiss of
frustration. Skyler's life was not going at all in the
direction he wanted. He sat and stared at the steering
wheel. 'What is wrong with me?' he asked himself silently.
'I am reasonably intelligent, good looking enough and
pretty decent. Why can't I find someone I could settle down
with?'

  Skyler shrugged off his apathy and brought himself back
to the present. He grabbed the bags of groceries sitting on
the seat next to him. He lifted himself out of the car and
unfolded his 6' frame. Stretching slightly, a tinge of pain
shot through his right temple. A massive migraine was
starting. The afternoon sun pierced straight through his
brain. Flinching at the pain, Skyler walked down the steps
to the apartment he shared with his identical twin. The
door was already unlocked, so he went in.

  Setting the bags down on the kitchen counter, he tossed
his key ring into the hand-made wooden bowl left there for
them. His brother Ethan's keys were already there. As he
walked into the living room, Ethan looked up from the
letter he had been reading. He was flopped in an armchair
with his legs draped over an armrest. The usual grin at
seeing his brother faded rapidly as he realized that Skyler
was in some serious pain.

"Hey Bro! You look like shit! Headache again?" Ethan asked
as he dropped the letter into his lap. He looked with
concern at the pain creases on Skyler's forehead.

"Yeah, a bad one this time. I'm gonna go lie down for a
while and try to sleep it off." Skyler muttered.

"I'll bring you the Excedrin. Off with you!" Ethan replied
sympathetically. He hopped out of the chair to match word
with deed. Abruptly, Ethan changed direction as Skyler
staggered into the wall. Skyler's head smacked into the
wall with considerable force. As he began to collapse,
Ethan caught him around the waist. Slowly, the 2 brothers
made their way down the hall to Skyler's room.

  Ethan maneuvered Skyler over to the bed and gently helped
Skyler ease onto it. Sweat dripped from Skyler's forehead.
Routine took over from this point. Ethan unbuttoned his
brother's shirt and carefully removed it. Sometimes
Skyler's skin got incredibly sensitive to anything touching
him during an exceptionally bad migraine, in addition to
the light sensitivity. He tossed Skyler's shoes into the
walk-in closet, along with his socks. He eased the jeans
off and tossed them after the rest of the clothes. Neither
brother ever wore underwear if they could avoid it. Once
Skyler was nude, Ethan ran into the bathroom that connected
the 2 bedrooms. Spilling a couple of capsules into his
hand, he fumbled for the water faucet. After filling the
glass left there for just this event, Ethan hurried back to
his brother. Skyler's eyes were clenched tightly shut now.

  Ethan knelt be the bedside and brought the capsules to
his brother's lips. Skyler opened his mouth and tilted his
head upward for the water. Ethan tipped the glass to his
lips then back again when Skyler pushed feebly at his hand.
Ethan set the glass on the night table. He picked up the
shirt that he hadn't thrown into the closet and wiped the
sweat off of his brother's face. The pair was as typically
close as most twins are rumored to be. They matched in most
things with the one significant exception being Skyler
liked guys exclusively while Ethan swung both ways.

  Ethan quietly got up and went over to the window.
Carefully, he lowered the black sheet that was clipped to
the curtain. The room quickly became pitch black with the
absence of light. Skyler's headaches were becoming more
frequent. He glanced over to where his brother was curled
into a tight ball. Skyler was out cold. Ethan took a light
cotton sheet and draped it over Skyler's waist. Checking
one last time to make sure his brother was asleep, Ethan
closed the door softly behind him.

********

  Ethan walked into the kitchen and began to put the
groceries away. The tiny kitchen suited their needs
admirably. They had gotten lucky finding a 2-bedroom
apartment for an outrageously good price for the area they
were in. This apartment had been theirs now for 6 years.
They knew that they would be leaving it as soon as they
both finished up with school. They had gotten the apartment
together because they were not ready to part yet. Except
for an incident requiring Skyler to be hospitalized for 3
days when they were 10, they did
_everything_ together. The decision had been made between
them years earlier that they would stay together until they
had both finished school. With their parents dead from a
boating accident, there was no one else closer than a third
cousin. School was taken care of with their inheritance.
The massive insurance settlement money was still in trust
until they turned 30.

  Both men were in their last year of grad school. Ethan
was finishing an MS in information technologies. Skyler was
working on his thesis for an MA in cultural anthropology,
specializing in mythology. Both men attended UCLA and lived
in Thousand Oaks. It was a commute, but they could afford
it. The areas closer in were just not what they wanted to
deal with.

  Ethan finished with the groceries. Folding up the plastic
bags, he stashed them in a drawer. He glanced at the small
clock on the microwave and grimaced. Time for a work out.
He went into his own room and changed into a pair of
jogging shorts. He glanced into Skyler's room briefly to
make sure he was still sleeping. Flipping on the answering
machine on his way out, he locked the door behind himself
and went for a jog around the block. When he returned, he
began to go through his daily Tai Chi routine. When he
finished, Ethan stripped down and took a shower.

  Both men were well put together. 6' each, with good
proportioning, broad shoulders and narrow waists made most
people think of gymnasts when first seeing either of them.
Both of them had also been practicing Tai Chi since they
were 8. It had given them a certain grace that showed in
all of their movements. As Ethan toweled off, he studied
his body in the bathroom mirror. Light from the frosted
globes over the mirror lit up Ethan's hazel eyes, bringing
out the flecks of green and gold in them.  His stomach was
flat and just barely showed the outlines of the individual
muscles. His skin was evenly tanned except for a narrow
band from his swimsuit. Skyler laughingly referred to
Ethan's favorite suit as 'butt floss'. The muscles in
Ethan's chest were well developed and rock hard. His arms
were extremely strong but without wasted bulk. He toweled
his short brownish hair as dry as he could. The blond sun-
streaks stood out as a bright gold. He slipped out the gold
hoop that was usually in his ear and replaced it with a
diamond stud that was his mother's. He tossed the hoop onto
the sink counter and went back into his room.

  Ethan pulled on a black tank top with most of the sides
missing and a pair of black shorts. He wondered what had
triggered his brother's headache. He had noticed that
lately the headaches were usually happening after Skyler
got upset or depressed. So what this time? Ethan wandered
back through the bathroom and peered into the darkness of
his brother's room. He could just make out the sleeping
form on the bed. Skyler had finally uncurled and was
sprawled across the queen-sized mattress. The sheet was
tangled around his lower legs. His body type was a perfect
copy of Ethan's. The only difference between them
physically was a scar along Skyler's right side. That had
come from a confrontation with a barbed wire fence during a
summer spent on a ranch when they were 10. The scar was a
wicked looking snarl of tissue shaped like an 's'. Content
that his brother was going to be OK, Ethan went back to the
letter he had been reading when Skyler had come home.

*******

 Skyler was dreaming about the motorcycle. He kept
repeating the incident earlier over and over in the dream.
The screech of unhappy rubber on asphalt. The gleam of
chrome in sunlight. The stench of over-stressed rubber
wafting through the air. The rising heat in his face. The
glittering metallic glasses reflected in a mirror. His
favorite song echoing within the car. The ignition of his
hormones by the overall appearance of the man in front of
him. The eternity of the traffic stop. Eyes connecting. The
signal light changing. Movement returning. The pseudo chase
for the too few blocks. The heart breaking turn. The
seeming acknowledgment of farewell. Then the surge of
loneliness. It all kept repeating until he woke with a
start.

  Kicking the sheet from his legs, Skyler stretched himself
out flat. He still felt a dull throb in his temples and at
the center of his head. Still, the main force of the
headache was past. It was just the residual aftermath now.
He turned his head slowly and caught a glimpse of the
faintly glowing numbers on his bedside alarm clock. It had
been 6 hours. Now it was 8:00pm. Groaning to himself,
Skyler became aware of another part of his body throbbing
in time with his heartbeat. He had a raging hard-on from
the dream.

"Oh well, may as well deal with this and just get it out of
the way," he mumbled to himself.

  Skyler completely relaxed his body onto the surface of
the bed. He trailed a hand down from the center of his
chest to his flat stomach. From there, he moved to his rock
hard erection. His fingers barely met as he encircled the
silky smooth skin that enshrouded his penis. Skyler kept
that hand at the base of his erection and brought his other
hand down to it. With both hands around it, he still had
about a third of it uncovered. It felt good to have
something other than clothes touching his dick.

  He moaned softly to himself as he began to move his
hands. His eyes were tightly shut, with the image of the
motorcycle stud blazing against his clenched eyelids. The
lower hand moved down while the upper hand moved up. When
they couldn't go any further, he switched direction until
they met in the middle again. He stopped for a moment and
reached into the drawer of the night table. Skyler kept a
small bottle of lube there for when he felt the need. After
applying some to his hands, he went back to the business at
hand. His inner eye continually trailed up and down the
highly masculine erotic form on the Harley. Skyler's hands
began to find a rhythm. Within minutes, his hands were a
blur of motion. He savored the feel of the edge of his palm
smacking into his scrotum at the same time his other hand
was trailing over the tip of his penis. Within his mind,
the wave became a 'come hither' gesture. The smile became
even sexier. Skyler could feel his balls begin to hug up to
the pulsing rod in his hands. The pressure was building
deep inside of him. His hands were now a blur of motion.
With a low primal moan, Skyler lost control and sprayed his
essence all over his chest. The spasms continued and when
they finally stopped, he found that he had very nearly
covered most of his torso with white and transparent
fluids. Skyler collapsed completely, breathing heavily.

"I'm totally impressed Bro!" came a voice from the bathroom
door.

  Skyler nearly spun off the bed as he sat up, his feet
hitting the floor simultaneously. Ethan was leaning against
the doorjamb with his arms folded across his chest.  There
was no telling how long he had been quietly watching. Not
that either of them really cared. They had seen each other
doing just about anything you could think of over the
years. Neither of them was at all body shy either.

"I guess that means the headache is gone? That's what I was
really looking in on you to find out. Didn't want to wake
you if you still asleep, so, no 'knock'." Ethan explained.

He unfolded his arms, reached behind himself and grabbed a
towel. Skyler caught it fully in the face as it sailed
across the room. With a shrug, he hopped off the bed and
pushed past Ethan into the bathroom. Ethan laughed and
hopped up onto the sink counter. Wiggling a little to get
comfortable, he leaned back into the mirror. Meanwhile,
Skyler turned on the water for a shower. Ethan couldn't
resist swinging his foot at the bare backside that was
momentarily presented as an unwilling target. With a
carefully calculated impact, the flat top of his foot
connected with the valley of his brother's buttocks.

  Skyler straightened up swiftly and whirled around. He
managed to catch Ethan's foot with both hands before it was
pulled back out of reach. He planted himself and gave a
sharp tug. Ethan began to slide off of the counter. He
raised both hands in surrender and grinned.

"Hey, couldn't resist!" Ethan whined.

"Next time, do! Or you'll end up on the floor with a broken
tailbone, bonehead! Yeah, the headache's gone."

  Skyler picked up the towel he had dropped, carefully
keeping himself away from Ethan's feet. Hanging it on the
rack, he stepped into the shower. The water felt good as he
rinsed away the sticky mess all over his front. Grabbing
the soap, he asked, "So, what's up?"

"Well, besides you... not much. The letter's from my ex.
She wants to return some stuff.  Either that or she just
wants to get me into arm's reach so she can rape me a last
time. Even money either way. Still thinking about what I
want to say back." Ethan replied and then paused before
adding,

"Any idea why the headache today?"

"Not really. Well, maybe... I don't know," Skyler said
evasively as he began to briskly soap down his totally
tanned body. He went suitless as often as he could get away
with it.

"Hmmm, yeah, right!" shot back Ethan immediately.

"Just leave it alone, Ether!" Skyler growled through a face
full of soap. 'Ether' was Skyler's nickname for Ethan when
he thought Ethan was pushing to hard. Rinsing quickly, he
glanced through the shower glass over at where his brother
sat on the counter. When Skyler saw the frown creasing his
brother's forehead, he knew it wasn't going to be dropped.
He was soon proven right.

"OK, let me guess. You were thinking about Jeremy again,
right? Shit! Sky, it's been almost 2 years. Let it go and
get on with life, dude!" Ethan admonished his twin.

"Well, you're only half right this time. I wasn't thinking
about Jeremy. I was thinking about the fact that I haven't
even dated anyone at all in almost 2 years. And I don't
count going out with you and Tanya. She was way too obvious
about trying to get both of us into bed with her at the
same time. As if! We may share a lot, but I draw the line
at bed partners!" Skyler retorted hotly as he turned off
the water.

  He ran his hands down his body, sliding excess water off
with each stroke. Skyler hated dripping water on the floor,
bath mat or not. Ethan jumped down off the counter and
grabbed the towel. Holding it up at head level he asked,

"Want this? Then 'fess up about what else happened today."
Ethan taunted as he moved to block off the other towels in
the bathroom with his body. Once in position he continued,

"Ya don't jack off much any more unless you're inspired
these days. And yeah, before you ask, I do notice. Just
spill it, Sky, and I'll leave it alone."

  Skyler sighed in exasperation. Ethan had always been the
dominant twin in this pairing. Not that he was a tyrant or
anything, just persistent. He never went for long against
anything Ethan wanted. It was just a fact of their lives.
He realized that this was one of those times that Ethan was
not going to let it go. Taking a deep breath and started,

"Well, ummm, oh to hell with it! Coming home from the store
I almost hit some guy on an old Harley. I didn't, thank
god, but it scared me. He was way too cute too. He got me
turned on. Then when I got back here, I got all out of
sorts about not having a date in forever and the headache
hit me. I was dreaming about him, the entire time I was
asleep and got a total boner. I woke up. I took care of it.
End of story, satisfied?!?"

  Ethan nodded and tossed the towel to Skyler. He didn't
say another word the entire time that Skyler was drying
off. He chewed on what his twin had said. With a shrug, he
walked out of the bathroom into his own room. Ethan began
changing clothes for a date he had this evening.

"Sky, I'm going out tonight, wanna tag along?" Ethan called
through the open door.

"No thanks, and get a repeat of Tanya?" came the sarcastic
reply from the bathroom.

"Well, not exactly like with Tanya... his name's William!"

"Great, and you don't think that 'dear' Willy won't try the
same tricks? Give me a break, Ether! When I'm ready to
screw around, I'll go look for it myself. I definitely
don't want to go as a third wheel. You just go, have fun,
whatever else your sewer mind can come up with and I'll be
just peachy here," retorted Skyler as he walked into his
own bedroom.

"All right then, have it your way then. Just remember
you're not gonna meet anyone sitting around here every
night."  Ethan called after him.

  Skyler threw on some shorts and a tank top. He then
walked over to the window and pulled up the sheet. Having
attached it to some hooks set above the actual window, he
wandered back through the bathroom to Ethan's room. Ethan
was just finishing getting ready for his date.

"Any idea when you'll be back? And do you intend on
bringing William back with you?" Skyler asked with fake
casualness.

"No idea. Don't have any particular plans along those
lines. First date and all. Probably not though." was
Ethan's answer.

"Oh, OK... give me a call if 'things' change, OK? That way
I can make sure I have some clothes on if I'm still up."

"Sure, no prob."

  Ethan checked his pockets and then smiled gratefully as
Skyler handed him his wallet. He had picked it up off of
the dresser that stood near the bathroom door. Ethan gave
Skyler a quick hug and headed on out. Skyler followed him
to the front door. Glancing into the kitchen, he chuckled
to himself and waited. Ethan was back in seconds. He
grabbed the keys hanging from Skyler's fingertip. Ethan
threw a mock punch at Skyler's chest and hurried out the
door again. This time Skyler locked the door.

*******

  He walked into the living room and flopped down onto the
couch. He picked up the TV Guide and flipped through it to
Saturday. Not seeing anything spectacular, interesting or
mind grabbing on, he tossed it back onto the coffee table.
He then got up and paced for a while. Skyler thought about
the day's events. Shaking his head to clear out the chaos,
he decided to do his Tai Chi maneuvers to try and ease the
tension running through his body. He flowed into the forms
and motions. As he completed the set, he dropped himself
into the lotus position. Skyler hoped some meditation would
get him past the current issues of depression.  His mind
scattered in all directions at once. With a grimace, he
ruthlessly followed each thought and snuffed it out.  Then
he let go.  Images formed behind his closed eyelids in
flashes and streaks.

  Skyler slowly became aware of the outer world. He had no
idea how long he had turned inward. He glanced up at the
VCR to check the time. It was now 11:30pm.
He had been oblivious for nearly 2 hours. Still, he felt a
hell of a lot better than when he started. No answers to
life's pressing questions though.

  He unfolded himself and, catlike, stretched his back and
legs. It was time for bed. His body was totally relaxed
now. All traces of the headache were in the distant past
too. At least he had accomplished that much tonight. Still,
he had kind of hoped for just a tad more from his
subconscious. He rose to his feet in a smooth rhythmic
motion that rippled his muscles. The walk to his bedroom
seemed like an eternity though it was only a dozen paces at
most. Skyler walked into the bathroom and shut his
brother's door. After brushing his teeth and combing his
hair, he closed the door behind him as he entered his own
room.

  Skyler stripped down and tossed his clothes onto the
dresser top. It was still pretty humid and muggy, so he
pushed everything off the top of his bed except for one
pillow and the mattress sheet. He flipped himself onto the
bed and lay there with one hand under the pillow. He almost
always started out on his stomach and by morning was on his
side or back. Despite sleeping for 6 hours earlier, Skyler
was soon asleep.

*******

  The motorcycle engine roared as the hand throttle was
gripped fiercely. The sun reflected shards of light off of
steely chrome straight into Skyler's eyes. The scent of the
car air-freshener warred with the burnt rubber smell. Eyes
locked with eyes. Yet... there was a difference this time.
Skyler somehow recognized the unreality. His sureness of it
increased as the man on the Harley turned his head and
looked back at him from over his shoulder. The smile he
received was completely erotic. Awareness of dreaming faded
away.

  He found himself on the motorcycle. The vibration between
his legs was incredible. His hands tightly held the grips
of the bike. The road changed as he sped down it. Now he
was riding along a trail that cut close to a bluff
overlooking the ocean. Skyler could feel a form behind him
that was in close contact with his body. Legs pressed up
against his. Hands were clasped around his waist. As he
glanced down, his shirt was whisked away by the wind of
their motion. Somehow it left his body completely. Now he
just had on his sandals and a pair of jogging shorts. The
hands that semi-encircled his waist were encased in black
leather gloves with the fingers cut off close to the palms.
The slick feel of the leather against his skin was making
Skyler less aware of his surroundings and very aware of his
own reactions. Ripples of emotions flowed through him. The
fingers against his skin were turning him on almost as much
as the body pressed against his back and legs. Naked skin
met naked skin down the length of his body.

  The bike wound its way through a small stand of trees. At
the center was a clearing. The sun was high overhead as the
Harley came to a stop. Skyler looked up and saw the clouds
streaming overhead at an impossible pace. White tatters
positively streaked across the powder blue sky. With his
head tilted back, he felt the person behind him ease in
closer still. Lips touched his neck with the weight of a
feather. The hands slid up from his waist to the base of
his throat. Once there, they pulled Skyler back into the
body behind him. The lips slowly traced up his neck and
around his ear. Teeth ever so slightly grazed the outer
ridge of his ear. He shivered a little as warm breath
hissed over his ear.

  One of the hands moved downward again. When it reached
Skyler's crotch, the shorts had vanished. The leather felt
totally awesome against the enormous erection that Skyler
had gained during the ride. The fingers wrapped as far
around him as they could and began to slide up and down at
a crawl. With his head now resting on the shoulder behind
him, Skyler let go of the handle bar grips and leaned back
into the feverishly hot form behind him. Neither form had
any clothes now, with the exception of the gloves on one
and shoes on both. The Harley continued to vibrate under
them. Skyler had not turned it off when he had parked.
Idling engine increased the sensations sweeping through
them both.

  The lips left his ear and trailed down his neck, then his
shoulder and outward to his back. The figure behind him
gently pushed Skyler's limp body forward. Skyler let his
body be entirely supported by the hand that rested against
the meeting place of his collar bones. Meanwhile, the lips
against his skin continued their leisurely wandering along
Skyler's back. They traced a large circle around his
shoulder blade. From there, the tip of a tongue followed
his spine to the nape of Skyler's neck. Shivers coursed
through him. He hadn't felt like this in ages.

  Skyler ran his hands along the thighs that were so
tightly pushed close to him. He delighted in tracing the
form of the muscles that lay under the silky smooth skin.
Those muscles felt rock hard. While resting his weight on
the hand holding him, Skyler looped his arms back and ran
his hands over the waist and stomach behind him. Again, the
muscles were incredibly firm under the soft, hairless skin.
He finally became aware of the rock hard shaft pressed
tightly against the crack of his ass. He gasped as the hand
at his crotch began to build up a faster rhythm of
caressing strokes.

  Time lost all meaning as Skyler surrendered to the waves
of passion and desire flooding through him. His eyes
drifted closed all on their own. They flew back open as he
felt lips on his. Hazel eyes stared into deep brown ones.
Their positions had changed. Now the were facing each other
with Skyler inclined up the seat of the Harley while the
literal man of his dreams had his back to the front of the
bike. They were both still straddling the idling
motorcycle. The kiss lingered for a moment then broke off
as the angel in human form leaned back up from Skyler.
Their groins ground together as he arched his back. Skyler
had a slight advantage in size, but not by much.

  Strong hands played along the muscles of Skyler's torso.
He found his own hands making an identical exploration of
the body inclined above him. Skyler was beginning to really
want this man in him. It has been forever since he had sex
with another person. He just didn't feel as satisfied with
giving himself hand jobs. Still, this guy's hands were very
talented. Skyler pushed himself up to reach his dream
lover's lips for another kiss. As their lips connected,
Skyler could feel how their combined body heat was causing
them both to develop a sheen in the sun's bright light. As
their bodies met with that kiss, the light sweat caused
theirs skins to slide against each other without friction.

  The humming of the bike under them was taking all of the
sensations and magnifying them a hundredfold. As Skyler was
being kissed, he could feel the man above him shift
position again. Skyler let his eyes close again to better
capture the phenomenal flood of desire coursing through his
rapt body. When the kiss ended, he whispered,

"I want you in me."

  He opened his eyes again and beheld the look of love,
lust and strength opposite his own. A wonderful smile
appeared on the absolutely perfect face above him. With a
nod, the stud leaned back down and locked lips with Skyler
again. To accommodate his own request, Skyler careful set
the soles of his feet onto the grips of the Harley. Once he
was sure of his balance, he surrendered entirely to the
moment. Powerful hands lifted his waist a little and Skyler
raised his arms over his head to grab onto the back end of
the seat to brace him self. The kiss was ended reluctantly
yet again.

  Skyler held his breath as his ass was gently slid onto
hard thighs. With it supported by firm musculature, one
hand left his waist. It reached down to guide the rock hard
missile to its target: his totally ready ass. Very slowly,
the dark haired man penetrated Skyler an inch at a time.
Once he had breached the small barrier of anal muscles, he
held still for a few moments. Skyler relaxed himself
completely and then wiggled, forcing another inch in. He
let out the breath he had been holding. He didn't remember
it feeling this good to have a hot stud fuck him. Skyler
moaned as the tip of the invading cock hit his prostate.
His own cock was as hard as it had ever been before and
pulsating in time with his heartbeat.

  Skyler looked into the deep brown eyes that were locked
onto his own. He smiled in response to what he saw there.
It was a combination of anticipation, satisfaction, control
and desire. He knew that this was a person that was as
concerned about his partner's sexual enjoyment as his own.
Another couple of inches slid in to the hot, tight tunnel.
Skyler thrust himself downward and gasped as his ass met
with the groin of the hot guy. Now that he had entered
Skyler completely, he stopped for a moment. The thrumming
of the bike under them transformed the nature of the act.
The vibrations were positively amazing. Skyler
moaned/growled low in the back of his throat. A hand
wrapped around his rigid erection and began to stroke him
slowly. He gripped the seat until his knuckles turned pale.
His back arched until he was very nearly sitting on his
dream lover's lap while still holding onto the back of the
seat over his head. A tongue traced a slick, wet line from
his sternum to the base of his throat. All the while, the
hand on his cock continued its relentless motion. Then,
just as Skyler was about to whisper something, the real fun
began.

  Two hands were again on his waist. They lifted him and
then slammed him down. The extra hard pounding his ass got
that way excited Skyler immensely. He let go of the bike
and put his hands around the neck of his lover. With the
angle now changed, his body went through a whole different
series of sensations. His erection slid up and down the
stomach of the man he was riding. The strength of the hands
at his hips was impressive. Skyler was being lifted and
slammed back down without hardly any effort. The sharp
thrusts within Skyler nearly brought him over the edge of
sanity. He began gripping the fiercely pistoning shaft with
his internal muscles. That brought the invading cock hard
up on his prostate each down stroke. Both men moaned
simultaneously as the effects of their sex play began to
wash through them.

  Skyler removed his legs from the handle bar and wrapped
them around the waist of the man that was passionately
fucking him as hard as he could. His cock became trapped
between them. The friction finally broke through Skyler's
faint control and he felt his balls lift up against the
base of his dick. An incredible pressure built in seconds.
He then lost it and blew forth huge fountains of white
fluid onto their merged bodies. The ecstasy of release
almost caused Skyler to loose all sense of up or down. His
inner muscles contracted in time with the explosions of
ejaculation. It apparently brought his partner over the
edge also. Suddenly, the cock slamming in and out of Skyler
had its own explosion. His eyes shut so that he could
concentrate on the intensity of feeling.

  When he opened them again, his world was rocked with
confusion and disorientation. It was dark and he was flat
on his back. Once the room stopped spinning, he realized
that he was in his room. It had all been a dream. He
couldn't believe it. It had been so real! Skyler reached
over and turned on the lamp on his night table. The clock
read 4:00am. He glanced down at his body and laughed softly
to himself. He needed another shower. His chest and stomach
were again covered with sticky fluid. As he sat himself
upright, he felt moisture slide off the end of his chin. He
had never shot a load onto his own face before.

  He lithely got up and went into the bathroom. The door to
Ethan's room was ajar. He peered through and saw his
brother sprawled out on his stomach, out cold. No one else
was with him, to Skyler's relief. He closed the door as
quietly as he could and turned on the shower. When the
water was lukewarm, he stepped in and quickly cleaned
himself up. He turned up the heat and let the water pound
onto his neck for a while. Before long, it began to work
out the kinks in his upper back and neck. It felt really
good to just let the water massage him.

  When the water finally began to cool, Skyler shut it down
and stepped back out of the shower. He looked into the
steam-fogged mirror, or actually, tried to. With a couple
of swipes of the barely damp towel in his hand, he half-
assed cleared a section enough to see. The stress lines
were gone from his forehead. Skyler stared into his own
eyes for a while, trying to figure out just what the hell
was going on in his head. He hadn't had a wet dream of that
intensity since he was 14. It just plain shocked him. With
a sigh, he let the mirror fog back over and hung the towel
back on the rack. He ran his hands through his hair and
went back to his room.

  The clock now read 5:00am and he knew that there was no
way that he was going to be able to sleep again after his
dreamland joy ride. He slipped into a short blue silk robe.
He grinned faintly at his sensuous hedonistic delight in
the feel of the smooth texture against his freshly clean
skin. He had bought this robe on a spur of the moment
impulse and never regretted it since. Skyler flicked off
the lamp and left his room.

  He wandered into the living room and grabbed a book at
random off of the bookcase the lined one entire wall. He
plopped himself onto the couch and then looked at what he
had grabbed blindly. It was Melanie Rawn's "The Dragon
Prince". He was content with it and began to read.
Fortunately, both brothers had a similar taste in books.
Mostly they preferred fantasy, science fiction, horror and
occasionally a historical fiction book. Recreational
reading was part of their parent's legacy to them. He could
remember the endless shelves of books at their parent's
home. Within minutes, Skyler was lost in a desert world.

*******

  Ethan walked into the living room the next morning and
found Skyler curled up on the couch with one arm trailing
onto the floor. An open book lay on the floor next to
Skyler's fingers. Ethan quietly picked the book up off of
the floor, glanced at the cover and then set it down softly
onto the coffee table. He went into the kitchen and put a
kettle on for some morning tea. Once the water was heating,
he turned to the fridge and began rooting through the
shelves. He emerged with the makings for omelets. Ethan
liked cooking whereas his brother could not have cared less
if he ate frozen meals or delivery everyday. It was one of
the few differences between them. Ethan had seriously
considered going to a gourmet cooking school for a career,
but didn't like cooking for many as much as he did for a
few. So, he had scrapped that idea and just wandered from
major to major until he settled into information technology
comfortably. He liked the challenge and it certainly kept
him on his mental toes.

  He chopped some mushrooms to bits and then began to fry
some ham. Once the ham was heated and wafting pleasant
odors throughout the apartment, he chopped that up too.
Ethan grabbed the kettle just before it was about to blast
into a full-scale train whistle. He took down a canister of
jasmine green tea from the shelf and set enough to steeping
for both of them. Soon the faint odor of jasmine wafted
through the kitchen. Within minutes, Ethan had finished
cooking and put everything on the table. He glanced in on
Skyler to see if he was awake yet. Skyler had his eyes open
and was staring out the patio door. He turned his head
slightly, and then smiled at Ethan.

"Morning bro. How long ya been up?" Skyler asked sleepily.

"Not all that long, Sky. What's with the couch crashing?
Couldn't sleep? I didn't think you were up when I got
home." Replied Ethan.

"Nah, I was out cold. Didn't hear ya come in last night at
all. Had another dream that woke me up and I decided to
read for a while. Must have fallen back asleep again,"
answered Skyler.

"Well, get your lazy ass up and come eat. Food's on the
table but if you don't want it, I'll snag yours for ya.
Wouldn't want it to go to waste or anything, now would we?"
Ethan said over his shoulder as he went into the dining
room.

"Touch mine and you're a dead man, Ether!"

  They ate in comparative silence. Skyler cleared the table
and got all of the dishes into the dishwasher. The
agreement between them was; Ethan cooked, Skyler washed.
Both were totally content with the arrangement. The rest of
the day passed without much excitement for either man.
After watching their favorite Sunday line upon TV, they
both went to bed. School the next morning was more on their
minds than anything else by the time they sorted out
showers and actual bedtime rituals.

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So ends the first chapter. Skyler meets Harley guy face to
face in the next chapter.