Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 11:21:16 -0400
From: montrealormolu@aol.com
Subject: The Glance chapter 5

John woke up slowly, dozing halfway between awake and asleep, feeling
good. He felt secure, warm, relaxed. As he slowly came to consciousness, he
felt arms around his body, hair tickled his nose, and he was nestled right
up against a warm body. Where was he? What was going on? He lifted his head
off the comfortable shoulder and looked around. It was his own bedroom, so
that was OK. He looked up and saw Chuck's face. He began to draw back but
Chuck's arms automatically drew him closer. And it all flooded back into
his consciousness. Yes, he remembered now. He didn't know what had come
over him. He hadn't done this in years! But it felt good to be cuddled, to
be held, to not have to make all the decisions about everything. He settled
back down and just enjoyed the feelings. He drifted off again.

Chuck woke and looked at the man sleeping in his arms. He felt incredibly
tender towards him. Yes, he knew that he was a very successful man in his
own field, but somehow, he seemed vulnerable, as if he needed to be cared
for and taken care of. Chuck liked that. He liked this witty, funny,
competent and vulnerable man. Maybe this had a future.

He let his hands stroke the body cuddled up into his chest, loving the feel
of the long line from shoulder to hip, the smoothness of it, the silkiness
of skin, the feel of muscle sliding underneath all that smoothness. He did
love that.

John's eyes began to flutter. Chuck leaned down and kissed his nose. He
pulled his arm back and let his fingers trace the features of the face
nestled into his chest, using one finger to run along the eyebrows, down
the nose, across the lips. The lips puckered as his finger teased, and then
snapped open and bit down, gently, but firmly. The tongue behind those lips
began to play gently along the captured finger. John's eyes snapped open
and his lips smiled as he began to suck suggestively. Chuck laughed,
wiggled down until his eyes were even with John's, and then leaned in to
kiss the tip of the nose. "You could let go of my finger, you know. I have
something better for you." John smiled, let go of the finger and rolled up
over Chuck, pressing him into the bed with his body. His hands pulled Chuck
into him and he kissed him forcibly. "You're a good man, Charlie Brown."
Chuck laughed again.

John ground his groin into Chuck's, enjoying the feeling as both men woke
up, cocks slowly coming to attention, thrusting against each other. The
wrestled playfully, tickling, rolling around, thrusting, kissing, each
movement filled with playful eroticism. Soon the kisses became more
urgent. Tongue battled tongue, muscles strained against muscles, need
against need. Gentleness and competitiveness moved back and forth as their
need increased. Chuck rolled up and over, holding John down. "I want
you. Can I?"

"Do you have protection?"

"Yes." Chuck sat up, reached into his pants and pulled out a condom. He
ripped it open. John reached across and started to roll it down the hard,
demanding length. Chuck turned back, lifted John's legs and positioned
himself. "Ready?" John nodded and pulled his legs back. Chuck pushed
forward, slowly sinking into John as John threw his head back, bridging his
whole body upwards, rising to meet Chuck's strength. The rhythm began,
slowly in and out, increasing in tempo, hurtling forward and then slowing
down – again and again, each time going a little further. Their bodies
glistened as they thrust against each other. John pulled Chuck down, "Kiss
me!" Tongues probed deeply, just as Chuck probed deeply. Then there was an
arching of bodies, a momentary freezing, the spasms of muscles and the
spurting release. As the after-shocks jerked through their bodies, they
sank into each other's arms, spent, exhausted, aglow. Once again, they
slept, bodies entwined, arms holding each other close.

The future lay ahead, and it looked good.