Handcuffs Times Two
A "Prey For It" Story Challenge
Written 12/6/00
Legal disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction and in no way is not
intended to infringe the copyright and rights of William Schmidt,
ABC, Warners or the cast and crew of Prey in any way. This is not a
commercial enterprise and I am not making any money from
this.
Ed rested his head against
the cement column. He could not believe he was in this situation. With
Tom no less! Oh, god. He would never be able to face Sloan again.
"Ed…" Tom's hands wrapped around
his, one thumb pressed against Ed's left wrist. "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, terrific." Ed didn't raise
his head. He had his eyes tightly shut and was futilely trying to ignore
his body. "I've been given an aphrodisiac by a sadistic chameleon friend
of yours…"
"We were never friends." Tom
corrected him. He could sense the rise in Ed's body temperature, the increased
heart rate was apparent through the pulse point that Tom pressed his thumb
against. He could smell the sex on Ed as clearly as if he were doused with
cheap cologne. "We worked together on a few occasions, but we were never
friends."
"Semantics." Ed bumped his
head against the column. "I'm getting the worst hard on in my life and
you want to argue semantics."
They were kneeling on the floor
of the old, abandoned warehouse. They were facing each other, but the large
cement column was in between. Handcuffed together around the column, there
was little hope of Ed getting any relief.
"Ed." Tom's voice sounded a
little deeper than usual. He leaned around the column to peer at his companion.
"What happens here stays between us. Sloan never needs to know."
"Yeah, well, if we don't get
free, they may never find us." He turned his head, and could see Tom staring
at him. Those dark blue-grey eyes were even darker than usual. Ed had always
thought Tom was good looking, but in a sort of general guy way. Ed had
had some encounters in college, but since then, he'd been straight. Lonely
for the most part, but straight.
"They'll find us. Samantha
wants them to." Tom whispered, reaching up to brush his fingers across
Ed's cheek. Ed's hand came up, too, but it wrapped around Tom's wrist.
Pulling Tom's hand away.
"No, you can't do this. I can't
do this." Ed groaned, finding that he could not let go of Tom. His skin
was warm and he felt so strong.
"Why not? My people don't have
the usual Human taboos. Sex is sex, Ed. And between friend's it's even
more than that."
"Are we friends?" Ed frowned,
he hadn't ever been to sure about that. They worked together, sure. But
were they friends?
"I have felt it so for some
time now." Tom moved his hand to grip Ed's thigh. "I can help you through
this."
"You won't tell Sloan?" Ed
whispered, his voice shaky. His pants were too tight, his cock felt incredibly
hard.
"No." Tom assured him. He watched
Ed's head come back around the column, their eyes meeting. Then their mouths
met. It was only a second before Ed's tongue was thrusting into Tom's mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity, they pulled apart, gasping for breath.
"Undo your pants."
Tom stretched as far as he
could so that Ed could unsnap and unzip his pants, freeing his already
erect penis. His left shoulder pressed into the column as Ed's right shoulder
did the same. His right hand was able to take hold of Ed's cock. Ed moaned,
eyes clenched shut, pressing his face into the column. Tom work the tip
between his thumb and forefinger, massaging the sensitive spot just under
the head. Ed's hips jerked convulsively. He was close to coming already.
When Ed did come, he shouted
Tom's name, and it echoed throughout the warehouse.
He sagged limply against the
column, his breathing still rough. Tom kissed his forehead lightly. It
wasn't long before Ed was hard again and coming in Tom's hand. This time
he threw his head back and wailed Tom's name as if it were pulled from
his very soul.
During a semi-lucid moment,
Ed asked Tom, "Is it like this for you with Sloan? Of course, without the
cement column and handcuffs."
"Ed, Sloan and I have not consummated
our relationship." Tom spoke the words softly, this time being the one
to hide behind the column.
"What? But you guys…"
"It is different for me with
Sloan. Always before, sex was an assignment. A duty. I have never had sex
of my own free will. Never lain with a woman of my choice, Human or one
of my own kind." Tom explained, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You said about the taboos."
Ed frowned, straining around the column to get a look at Tom.
"I have had consensual sex
with another man before, but while on assignment." He paused, sighing.
"And, of course, with Lewis."
"You had sex with Lewis?" Their
eyes met. Warm Brown to stormy dark blue.
"Yes. It is a part of our training,
a test you must pass before becoming full Chameleon."
"Geez." Ed shook his head.
"I'm not certain that I can
have sex with Sloan. I want to, but I am afraid." Tom told him as he eased
back around. He could feel the blood starting to throb in Ed again.
"Maybe when we get rescued,
you could bring her back here." Ed joked, wiggling an eyebrow at Tom.
"Hmm…" Tom considered the idea.
"I don't think it would work as well." He took hold of Ed's cock once again.
"Your anatomy makes this much easier."
"mmmmph" Was Ed's reply.
Tom's hand was slick with Ed's
cum. Ed had collapsed against the column, currently somewhat unconscious.
Tom turned his hand around in the cuff, folding his thumb in, concentrating.
He pulled, having to tighten his left arm so that Ed's body would provide
the proper anchor. It was painful, and would leave marks, but he got the
cuff off.
He stood up, and walked around
the column to Ed. He pushed Ed over onto his back and pulled his pants
down further. Tom's own cock was throbbing painfully, full aroused to Ed's
plight. He undid his own pants, easing them down over his hips. Then he
leaned up over Ed.
"What?" Ed mumbled as he suddenly
realized that Tom was looming over him.
"Kiss me." Tom told him, his
mouth coming down slantwise over Ed's. Ed obeyed, kissing Tom, opening
his mouth, and sucking on the tongue thrust into his mouth.
`He tastes so good' The thought
drifted through Ed's head.
Then the incredible sensation
of Tom's cock rubbing against his. Ed whimpered, instinctively thrusting
up against Tom. They rocked together, overwhelmed by need and sensation,
coming together in a thunderous surge of life and power.
Tom rested a moment on top
of Ed. He didn't have an ounce of strength to move away. Ed didn't care,
wrapping his free arm around Tom, holding him to his chest.
After a while, Tom shifted
over on to his right side. Leaning up on his elbow he studied Ed's face.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better." Ed nodded. "Think
I'll survive now."
"Good." He leaned over for
one last kiss. "I think we should fix our clothing."
"Yeah." Ed sighed, and sat
up with Tom.
They got their clothing adjusted,
though there was dust and some interesting stains. Ed laughed sheepishly
at the puddle on his side of the column.
"Come on." Tom laced his fingers
through Ed's –one handcuff still on- and led his companion towards the
door of the warehouse.
"I guess this means we really
are friends." Ed joked. Tom glanced back at him –a furtive look, a slight
curve to his lovely lips.
"More than that, I think."
He spoke so softly Ed almost didn't hear him.
END