Title: Submission For Two
By: Fran Holland
Pairing: Gil/Nick

Lady Heather poured Gil a cup of tea as he paced back and forth in her parlor.

"When you knocked on my door this morning, I thought it was just for a social call, but you obviously have something on your mind." Lady Heather said, looking at Gil expectantly.

"We're friends, aren't we?" Gil asked.

Lady Heather was surprised at this question. "Of course, Gil."

"Good, because I have a personal problem and I didn't know who I could talk to about it. Out of all my friends, you would be the only one who would understand." Gil said as he reached for the delicate teacup and took a sip.

"Go on."

Gil finally sat and stretched out his legs in front of him. He stared at his shoes for a few seconds before saying; "It's about my relationship with Nick."

"You've been lovers for a few months now. I assumed that you were still in the honeymoon stage." Lady Heather said as she sipped her tea.

"We are. I guess. I mean, everything is fine. He's wonderful and I love being around him. He has made me want more than just my work."

"So, what is the problem?"

Gil took a deep breath and mumbled shyly, "He is too submissive."

Lady Heather raised her eyebrows, but did not speak.

"There are times that I want him to...you know...." Gil's voice trailed off.

Heather saw the blush creep up his neck and smiled a secret little smile.

"Aaah, I see. Let me see if I can help you articulate your problem." Heather began, "You are his supervisor at work, but in the bedroom he still wants you to be in control. You, on the other hand, want to be dominated because you are always in control at work. Did I get it right?"

"Yes." Gil said shortly. "This is embarrassing. I thought it would be easier to talk to you about this."

"Don't be embarrassed, Gil. I'm your friend, but I'm also an expert as this sort of thing, don't you agree?

Gil sighed and sat his teacup down with a slight clink. He turned and put his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands.

Heather laughed softly, "You are really in a quandary, aren't you?"

"Don't tease, please. This is hard enough." Gil mumbled through his fingers.

"If I give you some advice, will you agree to think about it?" Heather said quietly.

"Of course, that's why I came here." Gil dropped his hands to the table. His expressive eyes met her's.

"In order for Nick to be more dominate with you, he must see you in a submissive role. At work, you have to be dominant and really, if you think about it, that is all he has ever seen." Heather stood and she paced the floor in the same manner that Gil had earlier.

"I propose that you allow me to set up a session for you both. I will have one of my dominant males lead the session."

"I don't know...." Gil said hesitantly.

"Gil, leave it all to me."

Reluctantly, Gil allowed her to talk him into her plan.

After shift that night, Gil caught up with Nick in the locker room. Even after all this time, seeing Nick standing there without his shirt, made Gil's knees weak. He still could not get over having this beautiful man as his own.

"Nicky?"

Nick turned and smiled. "Hey."

Both men had agreed before they had even slept together for the first time that work was work and no one could or should know about their relationship.

"Want to grab breakfast?" Gil asked.

"Sure, I'll meet you there." Nick said as he pulled a clean t-shirt over his head.

Gil walked out of the locker room and made his way to the parking lot. 'There' was Gil's house. After most shifts, the men would meet there. They both liked privacy though, so either Gil or Nick would ask the other for breakfast, if one said no, they understood it meant that the other wanted to be alone or had other plans.

Gil drove home, confident that Nick was about ten minutes behind him. He let himself in his townhouse and went into the small kitchen to begin preparations for their meal.

Nick let himself in a few minutes later and followed the smell of frying bacon into the kitchen.

"Ummm, bacon. You made bacon." Nick grinned as leaned into Gil's back and brushed a kiss on the older man's neck.

"I thought I would let you have your way this morning. I can't baby-sit your arteries all the time, you know." Gil said as he leaned back into his lover.

Nick laughed and made himself at home. He set out two plates, poured out the orange juice and began buttering his piece of toast. He placed Gil's plain slice on his plate. Meanwhile, Gil plated the bacon and began scrambling eggs.

"We both have tomorrow night off." Gil said conversationally.

Nick's eyes shot over to Gil, "That's not what the schedule said. I'm not off until Tuesday."

"I changed the schedule." Gil said matter of factly.

Nick sat down on the bar stool and put his elbows up on the counter. His eyebrows knitted together. "Is there a reason?"

"It's a surprise." Gil said nervously. Suddenly, when faced with the reality of Heather's plan, he was afraid of Nick's reaction. God, what had he been thinking? Taking Nick to the Dominion and involving another man in their sex life could potential destroy their relationship. Nick was very open-minded about sex. They played with toys, used bondage sometimes and had once played a kinky game, but this was crazy. He would just call Heather and call the whole thing off.

"I love surprises." Nick's voice brought him back to reality.

Great, now he would have to come up with a surprise. Gil served up the eggs and both men began to eat and the talk turned to work.

After the meal, both men worked together to clean up the kitchen and since Nick had already showered at work, he turned on the television and made himself at home, while Gil headed upstairs to shower.

Gil's shower was taking longer than normal, so Nick slipped into the bathroom. "You okay in there?"

Gil, who had just been leaning against the tile, letting the hot water beat on his back, started and his head thunked against the tile. "Ow."

"Sorry." Nick said. He backed out of the bathroom and sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks. He finished undressing and lay back on the bed. He wondered about Gil's surprise. They hadn't had a day off together in a long time. Maybe Gil would take him over to the little hotel right out of Barstow. The one with the nice pool. Nick's thoughts went back and his cock hardened at the vision of that night with Gil. His hands moved down and stroked his erection and he was so intense on the feeling that he did not here the shower stop.

Gil stood at the doorway to the bedroom and watched as Nick stroked himself. His own cock hardened as he watched his lover close his eyes and cup his balls. Nick felt the bed sink down as Gil knelt down beside him. His eyes remained closed but he smiled.

"Starting without me." Gil whispered.

"Just warming up." Nick said lazily. His eyes opened, meeting Gil's blue ones. His hands stopped their movement and he reached up and ran his hands over Gil's face.

"What do you want me to do?" Nick asked softly.

"Anything you want." Gil offered, hoping that Nick would take the lead.

"All I want is you." Nick said and rolled over to take Gil's hard cock into this mouth. Gil moaned both with pleasure and frustration. Nick's mouth felt so good. He really could give good head, but just once Gil would love to have Nick take control and tell Gil what to do. He would love it if Nick forced his head down and fucked his mouth. He would be in heaven if Nick would take him from behind and fuck him until his screamed. But every time he suggested that Nick fuck him, Nick would shy away and beg Gil to fuck him instead.

"You really aren't into this right now, are you?" Nick's voice brought Gil back to the present. Gil was surprised to see that his cock was soft. He met Nick's soulful eyes and knew that he had to tread carefully.

"I guess I'm just too tired. I'm sorry, Nicky." Gil said.

"It's okay." Nick said, but Gil knew that he was hurt.

"I'll make it up to you. I promise." Gil told him and gently took the younger man in his arms and kissed him. Both men pretended to be asleep, but both were in deep thought.

Gil knew that he would keep the appointment at the Dominion and prayed that Nick would like the experience and maybe learn from it. Their relationship depended on it. It wasn't that he was bored with their sex life, Nick was so incredible in bed, he just felt that he needed something more.

Nick lay there wondering what was wrong with their sex life. All the other aspects of their relationship were great, but the last few times, Gil didn't seem as into it as he used to be. Was Gil getting bored with him? Lately, Gil had tried to act like he wanted to be the bottom, but Nick knew better. Nick knew Gil was only doing that for his sake and Nick wasn't going to force Gil to do anything he wasn't ready for.

When the alarm went off later that same evening, both men were still tired. They took their showers separately, which was unusual. Nick left before Gil, so he would have time to stop by his place and pick up his mail. Gil threw in a load of laundry and headed for the crime lab.

The night was pretty busy and Gil didn't get to see Nick much. At quitting time, the team was in the break room having coffee and winding down. Gil took his coffee and went back to his office, assuming that Nick would come see him before leaving.

Warrick stood up and said, "I'm outta here. See you guys tonight. Hey, Nick, got big plans for your night off?"

"No." Nick said shortly as he turned his coffee mug up and drained it. Warrick and Sara made eye contact. Nick had been in a bad mood all night. Sara mouthed the words "must be girl trouble" behind Nick's back. Warrick nodded as he turned to leave. Sara followed, leaving Greg and Nick.

"You okay?" Greg asked.

"Fine, Greg. Just fine." Nick said as he stood up and walked out the door. Greg watched him go and shrugged.

Nick walked down the hall and paused outside of Gil's office. Gil's head was buried in paperwork, so he did not see Nick watching him. Nick turned and walked out without saying anything to his lover. He just wanted to go home and be alone.

Gil looked down at his watch. Damn, it was 9:30. Shift ended an hour and a half ago. Where was Nick? He stood up and looked down the hall towards the break room, thinking that Nick and Greg got caught up in a video game, but there was no sign of anyone. He grabbed his jacket and left the building. He scanned the parking lot and noticed Nick's Tahoe was not there. Disappointed and a little confused, Gil unlocked the door of the Denali and got behind the wheel. He started the ignition and it was then that he noticed the piece of paper stuck under his windshield wiper blade. He reached around and pulled it out.

The note said, 'I understand. Don't worry about me.' And it was signed with a cursive 'N'.

Understand what? Gil wondered aloud. What was going on? He had never been good at relationships, but the one thing he did know was that lack of communication could kill a relationship faster than anything else. He had to get to Nick and they had to have a serious talk.

Ten minutes later, he pulled up next to Nick's Tahoe. He got out, took a deep breath and walked up to the door. He had a key; Nick had given him it to him after the first month. Gil had given Nick a key to his place the very next night. This morning it just did not feel right to let himself in, so he rang the bell and waited. Nick was surprised when he opened the door to find Gil there, but what really floored him was Gil's face. A single tear ran down and Gil looked sadly up at him and said, "I don't know what I've done, but I'm so sorry."

Nick moved aside and motioned for Gil to come in. He turned and followed Gil into his living room. Gil stood in the middle of the room with his back to Nick. Nick noticed his shoulders were hunched over and his whole posture looked defeated.

"Gil, it's nothing that you've done exactly. It's just....just what the note said. I understand. You don't have to let me down easy. I'll be okay."

Gil swung around. "What are you talking about?" Gil's voice was almost shrill.

"You want to break up. And it's okay, I understand." Nick replied softly.

"Oh God, Nicky. No. No. I can't lose you." Gil's voice shook with emotion. "I...I think I love you."

Nick sat down heavily on the sofa, not quite believing what he had heard. Gil moved over to kneel in front of him. "Why do you think that I want to break up with you?"

"Our sex life." Nick said softly.

Gil leaned forward and put his hands on each side of Nick's face. He brought his face up so they were eye to eye. "I have done research on relationships recently and most experts say that a couple's sex life waxes and wanes. It doesn't mean the relationship is over." Gil dropped his hands and sank back on his heels.

"Maybe I should have communicated more." Gil said gently. "But it isn't too late and so we are going to talk. Now." He stood up and sat next to Nick and grasped Nick's hand.

"Please bare with me, I'm not good at this. But here goes....I love having sex with you. You are incredible and giving. But..." Gil paused, looking for the right words.

"There is always a 'but'." Nick whispered.

Gil squeezed Nick's hand and rushed on, "But I want you to take control in the bedroom. I want you to tell me to suck your dick. I want you to fuck me until I'm sore. I want you to handcuff me to the bed and, and, hell, I don't know, whatever the hell you want to do."

Nick just stared at him.

Gil finally looked away, worried that he had gone too far too soon. It seemed like an eternity before he heard Nick's voice.

"I thought you only said those things to please me, I didn't think you really wanted to...to do them. I always assumed that you were always the top."

Gil smiled ruefully, "You know what they say about assuming..."

"Makes an ass out of you and me." Nick smiled. The first real smile that Gil had seen in awhile.

"So, where do we go from here?" Nick asked.

"I hope you don't get angry, but I talked to Heather about our problem..."

"You what!" Nick stood up and began pacing. "Jesus Christ, Gil" He suddenly turned and stopped, "What did she say?"

"It's a surprise." Gil said with a smile.

"The surprise?" Nick asked.

Gil just nodded. Nick laughed and sat down next to his lover again. He put his arm around Gil and kissed him thoroughly. He sat back and grinned, "So, give me a hint."

Gil laughed. "No. You're going to have to wait."

Nick pretended to pout for all of a second. He stood and pulled Gil up off the sofa. "Come on, I'm starved. Let's eat and then I believe that I may need to rest up."

The men fixed a light meal and they both decided that they would probably sleep better separately, so after they cleaned the kitchen, Gil left for his house with promises to pick Nick up around 8:30.

Nick was up and showered way before that, he had been too excited to sleep long. He used the nervous energy to clean the house and answer some of his emails from his family. By 8:00 he was pacing. At 8:05 his cell rang. He glanced down to see Gil's number. "Hey."

"Nervous?" Gil asked as a way of a greeting.

"What do you think?" Nick said, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm on my way." Nick could hear the smile in Gil's voice.

A short time later, Nick and Gil were on their way. Gil had insisted on driving, so a very nervous and excited Nick played with the radio dials until Gil snapped the thing off. By the time they were at the gates to Lady Heather's, Gil was just as nervous as Nick.

Both men were silent as they exited the SUV and walked up the brick path to the large wooden door. Nick reached over and laced his fingers through Gil's.

When the door swung open, they were met by a smiling Lady Heather. "Gentlemen. Please follow me." She turned abruptly and began walking down a long hallway. Gil and Nick hesitated briefly and than followed. She stopped before a door painted dark red with a gold number 17.

She turned and faced the two men. Once you enter this room, you are no longer in control. You will do what you are told. Both of you need to think of a safe word, the single word will stop the fantasy. Your dominant is inside this room and he will ask for your safe words before he does anything else. Gentlemen, are you ready?

Neither spoke, they just nodded.

"Your master awaits his slaves." Heather said and opened the door. Nick looked at Gil and noticed that he was a bit pale. He imagined that he did not look so hot himself. Since he knew what this meant to Gil, he took the first step into the room. Gil took a deep breath and followed. The door shut with a soft thud.

Gil and Nick stood just inside the room letting their eyes take in everything. The room was softly lit with amber lights inset into the ceiling. On one wall there were eyehooks mounted about chest high and small silver chains hung from them. In the center of the room, more chains hung from the ceiling. These chains ended about six feet from the floor, the ends were manacles. Over to their left was a large bed, at first glance it was a four-poster, but upon closer inspection the men noticed that each of the posts held heavy brass rings. And in the corner to their right sat a dark haired man, dressed in leather. He was holding a riding crop. He let them stand there uncertainly for a few minutes. Then he smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the yellowish light.

"Ah, my pets have arrived." He stood and it was then that the men really got a good look at him. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He looked to be of Latin descent. The leather pants were crotchless and a long, dark penis nestled in a hairy nest. His top was a simple vest, unbuttoned to reveal a very hairy and very muscular chest. He wore long riding boots on his feet. He came to a stop in front of the men and tapped the riding crop on his boots.

"Safe words, now." He commanded.

Nick looked at Gil for reassurance. Gil opened his mouth to say something, but the man snapped the riding crop against his hand and leaned into Nick.

"I am your master, not him. Do you understand?" He barked out. "Now, tell me your safe word."

Nick swallowed hard and whispered, "Texas."

Gil could not help it, he just smiled. Suddenly, the man turned and got right up in Gil's face. "Is something funny? Perhaps you will share."

Gil shook his head quickly, "No."

The larger man raised his eyebrows and using the tip of the crop, slowly brushed it across Gil's cheek. "Safe word?"

"Spider."

"Very good. Now we will begin." The man went back to the chair and sat. "Come here and take off your clothes. Once you remove your clothes you will pick them up and put them on this table." He indicated a narrow table to his left.

When Gil and Nick hesitated, he snapped the riding crop. "Now!"

Gil began unbuttoning his shirt quickly and Nick pulled his polo shirt over his head. He placed it on the table. He was already toeing off his shoes and sock when Gil finished with the buttons. Nick slipped off his jeans and folded them with the rest of his things and stood there in his boxer briefs. Gil had finished with his shoes and socks and was fumbling with the button of his pants. The man stood and rubbed the tip of the riding crop over Nick's crotch. "You haven't finished."

Shyly, Nick slid the underwear down his legs and stepped out of them.

The man pointed the crop at Gil and said, "Hurry up and finish." Then he turned to Nick, "You come with me."

Nick followed the man to the center of the room were his wrists were put in the manacles. His arms were held straight out from his sides. Meanwhile, Gil had finished with his clothes and was waiting for instructions.

"Come over here," He said, indicating the bed. "Lay down." Gil did was he was told. The man moved behind Nick and rubbed the riding crop up the crack of Nick's ass. He leaned forward and said in a whisper that Gil could also hear, "You will refer to me as 'Master'. You will give me pleasure and I may allow you to have pleasure. You are my slaves and will do everything you are told or else, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

Nick just nodded. He felt the sting of the riding crop on his ass and gasped. Gil made a move to sit up and the man was on him in a flash, straddling his hips with his leather-clad legs. "Slave, do not make me punish you."

"Now, answer the question."

Nick and Gil both said "Yes, Master."

He crawled off of Gil and moved back to Nick. He laid the riding crop on the end of the bed and reached up and pinched Nick's nipples. Nick moaned and tried to pull away. The larger man just grinned and pinched again. Nick bit his lower lip to keep from crying out. He seemed satisfied, so he turned and walked over to a dark chest in the corner by the bed. He opened a drawer and pulled out something. Gil could not make out what it was, until he held it up behind Nick's back. Their Master opened a small plastic packet and squeezed a thick liquid down between the cleft of Nick's ass and he slowly inserted a small vibrator, it was only about six inches long and very narrow, and the end had a curvature to it. Nick began to pant and Gil watched as Nick's cock began to slowly harden. Once the vibrator was all the way in, Master came around to the front of Nick and used both hands to rub up and down Nick's smooth chest.

"You are very beautiful and you will give me great pleasure, yes?"

Nick whispered, "Yes, Master."

Master grinned and said, "Very good."

He turned and moved to stand over Gil. Gil's cock had hardened while watching the vibrator pushed up into Nick. Once again the man reached into the open drawer. This time he pulled out a strap of leather with a small buckle on one end. He reached down and gripped Gil's hard cock and wrapped the leather strap under Gil's testicles and around the base of his cock. He pulled it snug, Gil's breath caught.

"Get up on your knees." Gil did as he was told. The Master moved onto the bed, facing Nick and bent over to hold onto one of the posts. "Lick my ass." Gil dropped to his hands and knees and buried his face in the Master's crack. He licked at the puckered hole and smelled the musky scent. "Harder, tongue fuck me." Gil's tongue dipped into the hole, loosening the muscle. Gil's hand automatically reached between the man's legs and stroked the hardening cock. His hand was pushed away and he heard him addressing Nick.

"Do you see, your man here is such a slut? He wants my cock." Gil felt his face flush and wondered what Nick was thinking. He began to wonder if this was a big mistake. He forced himself to look up at Nick and his eyes widened. Nick's face was flushed and had a sheen of sweat. His cock was hard and glistening with pre-cum.

The Master finally moved away from Gil's thrusting tongue. He turned and gripped the base of his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.

"Do you want to suck this." He asked, shaking it in Gil's direction.

"Yes, Master." Gil said quietly.

"What? I did not hear you. What do you want?"

Gil's voice was only slightly louder when he said, "I want to suck your cock."

He stood and moved off the bed, leaving Gil on his hands and knees. He went to Nick and asked, "Do you want to see him suck my cock?"

Nick's eyes seemed to glaze over and he panted out, "Yes, Master."

The Master reached down and stroked Nick's cock a few times, causing Nick to thrust his hips and groan. The Master laughed and turned away. He went to the edge of the bed.

"Lay on your back with your head off the bed." Gil did as he was told and the man positioned his thighs on each side of Gil's head. His cock was right in front of Gil's face and he leaned over and propped his arms on each side of Gil's chest, so his cock was in line with Gil's throat. Gil opened his mouth and he thrust his cock down into Gil's waiting throat. Gil felt like he was going to gag, but he breathed in through his nose and took all of the hard cock. He tasted the small amount of salty fluid and moaned as he tightened his lips around the cock and began to suck.

"I'm going to make him drink my cum." The Master said to Nick. Nick had not been this turned on in a long time. His cock ached. He didn't think he would last much longer. Seeing Gil sucking a stranger's cock was so incredibly hot. The vibrator in his ass was bumping against his prostate and his hips were involuntarily thrusting back and forth.

The Master spoke down to Gil. "Reach up and rub my nipples." When Gil did as he was told, the man moaned and thrust harder and deeper down Gil's throat. Gil gagged and then tasted the hot semen pouring down his throat. He did his best to swallow all of it, but some leaked out of his mouth and dripped down his face.

The Master slowly stood up and moved over to the drawer. He got a tube of something and squirted it onto his palm. He rubbed his now softened penis and Nick watched in amazement as he hardened again almost immediately.

"Stand up." He commanded Gil. Gil rolled over and moved off the bed to stand in front of him.

"Go over to your lover and drop to your knees." Gil walked over to Nick and knelt in front of him.

"Lick his balls."

"Gil leaned into Nick and began to lap at his balls. Nick cried out and came, his semen coating Gil's shoulders and face.

"I am very disappointed. I did not say to make him come. I did not give him permission to come. You both will be punished. Gil looked up into his lover's eyes and gave him a little smile. Nick's eyes were narrow slits as his breathing slowed.

The Master had picked up a wooden paddle from the drawer and moved behind Nick. The first blow drew a sharp cry from Nick. Gil continued to watch Nick's face as he was smacked by the paddle another four times. Nick's eyes were closed and he was panting, but what was amazing to Gil was that Nick's cock was getting hard again.

The Master moved around Nick and commanded Gil to turn around and place both hands on the end of the bed. Gil gasped as he felt the first blow. His cock was throbbing painfully by the time the fifth blow. He then felt the Master's fingers at his tight entrance. He did not remember him getting any lubricant, but a slippery finger pushed into his hole. He moaned and pushed back on it. It felt so good. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Nick's finger that was fucking him. Another finger joined the first and he was being fucked faster and faster. He whimpered, "Please," when the fingers were removed.

"Please, what?" Came the Master's voice behind him.

"Please fuck me." Gil heard the rip of foil and the rustling sound of a condom begin drawn down the shaft of a penis. Gil felt the head push into his loosened ass and his breath caught when it was buried up to the hilt in one stroke. The pain was quick and hot, but was over in an instant as he felt pressure on his prostate.

The Master was grunting as he pounded into Gil's ass. Gil felt a hand wrap into his hair and pull his head up. It was then that he noticed the mirrored wall in front of him. He looked back at the man fucking him and then over at Nick. The Master's hand had reached back and was pumping Nick's cock. Nick's head was thrown back and Gil had never seen him look so sexy. Sweat glistened on his chest and his dark nipples were erect.

Nick could not believe how turned on he was. He listened to the sound of flesh against flesh as the man pounded his cock into Gil's ass. He imagined it was his cock pounding into Gil. And his hand, his hand that was still wet with lubricant was stroking Nick's cock. He wanted to come again, but he had to hold back. He did not want to be punished again.

Gil felt his balls tighten and knew he would be coming soon. "Please...need....to....come." He begged.

"No." The big man grunted as he pulled out of Gil. Gil moaned in frustration. He ached with the need to come. He remained bent over with his hands on the bed, his head hung down. When he heard the chains rattling, he looked up into the mirror. The Master was taking the manacles off of Nick.

Nick just stood there on weak knees, his cock still erect. The Master moved behind Nick and removed the vibrator. Nick whimpered.

"On your knees." The Master said. Nick sank down onto the carpet. The Master picked up the riding crop and brushed it across Gil's ass. "You too. Get on your knees beside him." Gil stood on shaky legs and knelt down next to Nick. His hand brushed Nick's and Nick's finger clasped Gil's.

The Master removed the condom from his large cock and tossed it into a small basket on the table. He walked over to the two men and positioned himself between them. "Worship my cock." He grabbed both men by the hair and brought them towards his hairy cock. Gil began licking his balls and Nick took the head into his mouth. The Master threw his head back and grunted. His hands remained tangled in their hair, holding them in place.

"That's it. Suck it. Lick it. Make me come on your face. You want it, don't you? You want my come."

Gil and Nick both had their tongues moving up and down the dark shaft. Gil would take it in his mouth for awhile and then give Nick a turn. Their tongues would sometimes touch and they would entwine for a brief moment before resuming their ministrations of the hard cock in front of them.

"Yes, suck it, suck it." The Master's voice was guttural and he began to thrust into Gil's mouth, Nick took one of the man's balls in his mouth and rolled his tongue around it. "Argh....coming." Gil let the cock slip out of his mouth and semen spurted onto his and Nick's upturned faces.

"Good, you were very good." The Master panted as he made his way slowly towards the door. "You have the room until morning." He let himself out.

Gil was the first to stand and he pulled Nick up onto his feet. The men put their arms around each other and just held on.

"I love you, Gil." Nick whispered into Gil's neck.

"I love you too, Nicky. More than you will ever know." Gil slowly leaned back and drew Nick down onto the bed. His hand reached down to wrap around Nick's hard cock. "I need this inside me."

Nick smiled at his lover and moved on top of Gil, spreading his thighs with his legs. Gil brought his knees up, giving his lover access to his already loosened entrance. Nick slowly slid his cock into Gil, the eyes never shifting away from each other. Nick smiled a dreamy little smile down at Gil and Gil groaned with satisfaction.

"Nicky, you feel so good. I've wanted your cock inside me for so long." Gil whispered.

"This whole night was such a turn on. When he was fucking you, I was jealous. I wanted to be the one inside you." Nick said as he slowly moved his cock in and out of his lover.

"Now you are. Fuck me, Nicky. I want you to come inside me." Gil's voice was raspy.

Nick's hips began moving faster. "Touch yourself, Gil. Please, I won't last much longer."

Gil's hand reached down and wrapped around his cock. He began pumping it, slowly at first and then getting faster until he was in perfect time with Nick's thrusts. Their breathing was labored and blue eyes locked with brown as Gil screamed, "Nicky, now, please God, coming, I'm coming." Gil's semen coated his belly and chest.

"Yes, baby. Yes." Nick panted as he felt Gil's muscles contract, squeezing his cock and he shot his load deep inside Gil's ass. Nick pulled out and rolled over on his back, next to Gil. Their hands clasped as they lay side by side, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.

"Love you, Nicky." Gil said sleepily.

"Love you too." Nick said. "We need to go home, it's almost morning."

"You're going to have to drive. This old man is worn out." Gil said with a smile in his voice.

Nick smiled and said, "Okay, I'll drive, but you may have to give me head on the way home."

Gil laughed softly, "I think I've created a monster."

The End.