Fanfic: Crossing Over - Part 1 of 2

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Title: Crossing Over
Author: CaseyM
Pairing/Characters: Donnelly/Ingram; Donnelly/Reese
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit M/M sex, bondage, language
Word Count: 13,000

Summary: Special Agent Nicholas Donnelly is dead. On the other side, Nathan Ingram gives him what his heart desires - the truth about the Man in the Suit. And then he gives him what his body desires as well. But their romp is interrupted by the arrival of the Man himself. Reese isn't dead; he's unconscious and a captive of Kara Stanton. Whatever he and Donnelly say or do, John won't remember it when he returns to his body. And Nick won't be able to help him once he's gone back. But John has a very specific -- and kinky -- idea how he wants to spend their limited time together.

Many many thanks to Mamahub for her inspiration and support and excellent proofing -- way to enable, Mama!


Special Agent Nicholas Donnelly opened his eyes and squinted up at the light. It was very bright. He closed his eyes again. He could still see the light through his eyelids.  It was warm here. He’d been cold a minute ago, but it was warm now.

The urgent voice on the phone. The headlights coming at him. The impact, the crunching sound, the world rolling over and over and everything inside the car trying to tear his body to shreds …

He opened his eyes and looked at the bright light again.

A hospital? That seemed like it should be right, but he knew it was wrong.

He tried to sit up. “Easy,” a man’s voice said. It was warm, too, rich and baritone. “You’ll do better if you just rest for another minute.”

Donnelly tried to twist his head to see the source of the voice. Even that motion caused waves of dizziness to slam over him. He seriously thought he might vomit. He closed his eyes again. The feeling subsided. “Who … where …”

“Shhh. Easy. You’re safe.” The voice grew closer. “Nothing’s going to hurt you here. There’s no hurry. Just takes a few minutes. You’re fine.”

Donnelly opened his eyes again. The man had moved next to him. He had friendly blue eyes and lush blond hair, a little long, brushed to one side. “You’re … you’re Nathan Ingram.”

“Yes.” The man put his hand on Donnelly’s arm, not restraining him, just comforting.

“You’re dead.”

He grinned, the famous, friendly Ingram grin that had been on the cover of hundreds of magazines. “You’re one to talk.”

“I’m … dead?”

“You are.”

Donnelly struggled to sit up. Ingram helped him, one hand on his arm, the other behind his back. He stayed close, and the agent couldn’t help noticing how good he smelled, how warm his body was. How strong. It had been a long time …

When he was upright, Donnelly looked around. He was sitting in the grass in the park. He scanned the skyline. Not any park. Central Park. It was a beautiful spring afternoon.

He hadn’t been anywhere near the park when the truck hit them. And it had been night. And winter.

“How …?” he muttered.

“Easy,” Ingram said again. “It’s a big adjustment. Give yourself time.” He was crouching next to him in the grass. His arms were still partly around Donnelly.

I never want to move away from him. I don’t know this man, but I want to be next to him …

Ingram chuckled as if he knew what he was thinking. “Think you can stand up now?”

The world had mostly stopped swimming. Donnelly nodded, and Nathan helped him to his feet. He stayed right beside him, steadying him. He’s bouncing back faster than most of them. Tough guy. I knew I liked him.

Donnelly looked at him. He was quite sure that hadn’t been his own thought.

Ingram grinned at him again. “There you go. Come on.” He guided him toward the bench. Their bodies stayed close. Donnelly found himself leaning into the man more than he really needed to. Stay close, stay close, oh please stay close.

I’m not going anywhere.

Donnelly pulled himself up away from the man. “You know what I’m thinking.”

And you know what I’m thinking. Ingram smirked gently, shrugged. “That’s how it is here. Not many secrets. It’s okay.”

But then you know I …

Nathan’s grin broadened. “I know. I like it. But first things first, okay? Do you remember how you got here?”

“The Man in the Suit,” Donnelly muttered. “I had him. I finally had him. Damn it, I had him! And then this truck hit us … must have been one of his colleagues …” He shook his head. “No. The way they hit us, they could have killed all of us. And there was this …” He paused, looked at Ingram. The billionaire - was he still a billionaire here, wherever here was?-was watching him patiently. “This woman. She had heels on. This woman, she just walked up to the SUV and she … she shot me. She fucking shot me! I was pinned in the truck and she just … she just …”

Suddenly he was shaking, cold, terrified. And just as suddenly Ingram’s arms were around him. The arms were thick, warm, strong. Donnelly knew he was safe there. Safe against Ingram’s chest. Breathing his scent, lost in the comfort of his chest. Oh, please, just stay with me.

I’m not going anywhere, Nick. I’m right here and I won’t leave you.

Donnelly gathered himself, pulled away again. “That’s really disturbing.”

“Sorry.” The gentle grin returned to Ingram’s face. “I know it takes a while to get used to it. Everything here does. That’s why I’m here.”

“But … why are you here?” Donnelly asked. “I mean, I expected … someone I knew. My father, maybe.”

Ingram snorted. “You didn’t really expect him to be here, did you? And if he was, he’d be the last one you wanted to see.”

He really does know everything. Because no one else knows about that. “I … no. But my grandmother, the guys from my unit … I didn’t expect you. I don’t even know you.”

Ingram sat down on the bench, put his arm along the back, crossed one leg over the other at the knee. He was the picture of openness and confidence. “Because you wanted me.”

No, but I damn sure want you now that I’ve met you. Donnelly swore under his voice. He couldn’t seem to stop his thoughts from going there. “I wanted you?”

“I’m the one who can tell you what you want to know.”

“You can.”

“Yes.”

“You can tell me about the Man in the Suit?”

“Yes.”

Bullshit.

True story, bro.

“Why would you tell me?”

Ingram gestured broadly. “Why wouldn’t I? Don’t you get it, Nick? It doesn’t make any difference now. You’re dead. Everything you want to know, you can know.”

Donnelly sat down next to him on the bench. “Who was the psycho with the gun?”

“Kara Stanton,” Ingram answered at once. “She used to be John’s partner in the CIA.”

“John was CIA. I figured that, but I couldn’t ever prove it.”

Ingram sighed patiently. “There’s an easier way to do this. But focus on the woman right now. You need to get past her.”

“She shot me.” And suddenly his thought spun out of control. Fucking psycho bitch fucking shot me while I was trapped unarmed fucking arrogant fucking bitch and she took him, she took my Man the fucking crazy bitch kill her I’m going to fucking kill her …

“There you go,” Nathan said encouragingly. “Let it go.”

Donnelly bounced to his feet. “Fucking whore, I just want to …”

“Heavy bag?”

“What?”

“You need to work it out. Heavy bag.” Nathan rolled to his feet. He was grace in motion, the most elegant man Donnelly had ever seen. The Man in the Suit was power in motion, but this man was elegance. He gestured.

Donnelly turned. There was a jungle gym there - he was certain it hadn’t been there before - with a heavy bag suspended from it. Ingram moved behind him and slipped Donnelly’s jacket off. “Go to it.”

“I … but …” Donnelly looked at his bare hands. If he hit the bag like he wanted to, he’d tear them to shreds. Where the hell did the bag come from?

“The psycho bitch who shot you,” Ingram prompted gently.

Rage filled Donnelly’s mind. He was sure Ingram could hear everything he was thinking, but he couldn’t stop. It wouldn’t even form coherent words any more. It was just rage and obscenity. He stepped closer and swung at the bag. His knuckled split on the first hit. The thud of contact jarred all the way up his arm. That arm should be useless. I know I dislocated that shoulder when the SVU rolled over … fucking bitch, I had him and you took him and you didn’t even care if you got him alive you fucking crazy bitch. He swung again, split the knuckles on the other hand. He kept swinging. His blood stained the bag. He didn’t care. He held the crazy woman with the gun in his mind, and he punched the bag until he was utterly exhausted. And he kept punching, until the bag finally ripped open and dumped all its sawdust at his feet.

His sagged, his arms limp at his sides, his hands bleeding into the soft grass.

And Nathan’s arm was around is shoulders again. “Better?” he asked softly, in his ear.

His voice sent a thrill through Donnelly’s exhausted body. “Better and worse.”

Ingram took Donnelly’s right hand in his. He turned it over and looked at the bleeding knuckles. Threads of skin hung off the sides. It looked like so much ground beef, but it didn’t hurt. Then he lifted the wounded hand to his lips.

“Don’t …” Donnelly began.

I won’t hurt you.

They’re dirty, they’re broken…

They’re beautiful. Ingram pressed his beautiful lips against the broken skin. His tongue touched the blood. When he lifted his head away, the knuckles were whole again.

Donnelly turned his hand over, studying it in awe. “You healed me.”

Ingram smiled. “Not nearly as miraculous on this side as it is over there. Over here, you just have to think about something and it’s true.”

“Oh, bullshit.” God, he has a beautiful smile.

Nathan cocked his head to one side. “You worked up a pretty good sweat. Want a shower?”

Donnelly became aware suddenly that he was standing in his shirt sleeves, sweating like a racehorse, in front of the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. Fuck.

Bet I can make you sweat like that without pissing you off.

Donnelly raised his eyes to him. Me?

I’d damn sure like to try.

Fuck. I’m game. Go for it.

Nathan grinned again. Maybe in a bit. Still some preliminaries to cover.

Me? Really?

“Shower,” Ingram said aloud. “Two ways to do that. One, the old fashioned way. We go somewhere, you stand under the hot water, you let the world wash away.”

“That sounds good.”

“The other way? Just wish it so.”

“Just … what?”

Ingram waved gently. Suddenly Donnelly found himself clean and dry, refreshed, and fully dressed in a clean suit. He touched his hair. It was slightly damp. His other hand, he noted, had also healed. He grinned, bewildered. “How did you do that?”

Nathan twinkled at him. “I figured you had a great smile, too. Nice to see it finally. ” I want to make you smile like that a hundred times a day. And night.

Me? Donnelly thought again. Really?

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

Donnelly shook his head. He couldn’t believe this man was flirting with him. He couldn’t believe how much he liked it. It had been years since a man had caught his attention this way. Attention, my ass. He’s caught my dead-on lust. Who’d have thought being dead would make me so freaking horny?

It’s a coping device. Don’t worry about it. I won’t take advantage of you.

Why the fuck not?

Well, when you put it that way …

“Your Man in the Suit,” Ingram said gently. “You want to know about him still?”

“Yes. Please. Everything you know about him.”

Nathan nodded. “What will you give me if I tell you?” he teased gently.

“Anything you want,” Donnelly answered. He was a little surprised that he said it out loud, but what the hell, if the man could read his mind anyhow, what difference did it make? Any fucking thing you want.

Ingram’s grin got broader. What did I just say? I won’t take advantage of you. “One kiss. I’ll tell you everything you want to know for one kiss.”

“Fine,” Donnelly agreed at once.

Nathan looked around. “Not here.”

“Where do you want to go?” Anywhere, anywhere.

Ingram took his hand. His skin was warm, dry. “Here.”

Donnelly felt the world spin again. When it settled, he was in the middle of a huge loft apartment. The ceiling was twenty feet high, and there was a book case against one wall that went all the way up. Hardwood floors, exposed bricks. It was very rich, leather and hardwood, masculine. Almost, but not quite, overpowering.

“Drink?” Ingram offered.

“How did you do that?”

Nathan sighed patiently and put a rock glass in his hand. “Anything you want, Donnelly. Think it and it’s yours. Or you’re there. Or whatever. You create your own reality.”

“But … so you’re not real?”

“Well, no. And yes. I think I’m real, but maybe I’m not. Maybe you created me, as part of your reality.  Although I don’t know why you would, because up until a few minutes ago you had no idea what I had to do with your guy. Or, hell, maybe I created you. I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter.”

ldquo;It doesn’t?”

“I think I’m here. You think I’m here. What else do we need?” He gestured. “Drink.”

Donnelly sipped the drink. It was ridiculously good Irish whiskey. The kind he couldn’t afford before he was dead. Smooth as glass, and it lit up on the way down.

Ingram was watching his face. “It can be anything you want, you know. Good Irish or grape Kool-Aid. It’s your choice.”

“This is fine,” Donnelly answered. He drank again. “Can we get drunk?”

“If you want. Drunk on one sip, or drink all night and stay sober as a judge.”

“Either way, no hangover?” Donnelly guessed.

“Only if you want one.” Nathan shrugged. “Some people do.”

“So … anything. Anything that I want I can just make … appear?”

Now he’s got it. “Or disappear.”

“Even you?”

Shit. That’s a good damn question. “I don’t know. I mean, you could just tell me to get lost, that would work. But make me disappear - well, give it a try.”

“No.” Because maybe I can. And maybe you won’t come back.

I’ll come back any time you want me to.

“You don’t even know me,” Donnelly said.

“I know more than you think. I’ve been watching you, for as long as you’ve been looking for your Man.”

“You can watch them? The … living?”

“Yes. But I don’t advise it. Especially at first.”

“Why?”

“Because you can’t change anything. You can’t help them, or knock their heads together when they need it. You can just watch.” He looked away. “It hurts.”

“And you were watching the Man in the Suit?”

Ingram nodded.

“Why?”

Because Harold loves him.

Who’s Harold?

Ingram took a deep breath. “Sit down.” He gestured to the big leather couch. “No, over here, in the middle. We need to be close.”

Still not having a problem with that. Why the hell does my dead body think I’m back in college?

Nathan smiled. “You can be, you know. When I said you can change anything? You can change yourself. Anything. Less wrinkles, more hair. Be taller, shorter. Manscaping. Whatever.”

Female?

Sure. “But I advise you take that slow, too. The whole appearance thing. The first time I looked in the mirror and 21-year-old Nathan looked back I about shit myself.”

Donnelly nodded. “I bet.”

“Time doesn’t mean anything here. So take your time, Nick. Let yourself get acclimated. You can do anything you want, whenever you want. As often as you want. There’s no need to rush. To make yourself uncomfortable, with anything. Understand?” The man sat down on the couch next to him, close.

You have the most beautiful mouth. Donnelly shook his head. “Okay.”

Ingram’s cheeks went a little pink. “And another thing. Any change you make, you can change it back. Just by wanting it back the way it was.”

“Tell me about the Man.”

“No. I won’t tell you.” He raised a hand to quiet Donnelly’s protest. Then he took the glass out of his hand and put it on the coffee table next to his own. “Trust me.” He reached up and brushed his fingers over Donnelly’s temple. “Here.”

It was like being hit with a brick. A big brick, thrown from a very high place, hitting him directly in the forehead. It didn’t hurt. Donnelly had some notion it should hurt. It didn’t. But his mind was suddenly very full of -everything. Everything Ingram knew about the Man in the Suit, about Carter, about the Machine, about Harold …

“The … Machine?” he mouthed silently, because he had no words.

“Close your eyes,” Nathan said quietly. “It will help.”

Donnelly did so. He felt the other man shift beside him, draw him back against his chest. He didn’t resist. Nathan’s arms went around him from behind, held him. Warm, safe, strong. I’m safe here. Nothing can hurt me.

Damn straight. I’m right here. Let go. You know everything now. Just let yourself know what you know.

Donnelly tried. It was hard; his mind kept grasping at details, turning them over in anger or surprise. So many things made sense now. So many things didn’t. And the more he examined his new knowledge, the more one thing became brutally clear.

I was wrong.

Shhh, shhh …

I was so fucking wrong!

“Actually,” Nathan said against his ear, “you were mostly right. They broke the law right and left. You had everything right but the motives.”

“But they were trying to help people.”

“You couldn’t have known that.”

“I should have known that!” Donnelly opened his eyes and sat bolt upright. “I never even considered that there were any other motives at play. I was so sure I knew … and I was wrong!”

Ingram put his hand on his shoulder. “It’s done now.”

“They could be dying. John, Carter. That psycho bitch could be killing them right now …”

“If she is, we’ll have them over for drinks tonight.”

“It’s not fucking funny!” Donnelly stood up. He put his hand on his forehead. “Damn it, I was so wrong and I may have gotten them both killed … she tried to tell me. Carter tried to tell me that he was a good man and I didn’t believe her.”

“Look again,” Nathan said mildly. “He’s no saint.”

“But he’s trying … Jesus Christ. He’s Jean Valjean.”

This time there wasn’t any vertigo. He was just there, outside, in the wind, and from where he stood it was a long, long way down. Below was a rain-swollen river, muddy and with streaks of red, blood from the rebels upstream, and he could see his own very shiny black boots, the toes over the edge of the bridge railing he stood …

I’m in the fucking movie. I’m fucking Javert. Panic washed over him.  “Nathan!” he shouted hopelessly.

The billionaire was there, leaning against the railing next to Donnelly’s shiny boots. He was calm, amused. “Told you to go slow.”

Donnelly gasped for air. He was afraid to move, afraid he’d fall it he tried to back off the rail. The water was so far down. He could remember the sound from the movie, Javert’s body breaking on the stones below. “What happens if I fall?”

“I dunno, Nick.”

Asshole.

Aw, you’re so sweet. Ingram grinned, then climbed onto the rail next to him. “I imagine you’ll end up back where you started. Wanna find out?”

“What? No!”

“Ah, c’mon.”

Before he could react, Ingram grabbed his arm and jumped.

They fell a long way. They landed with a gentle thump - back on Ingram’s leather couch.

Told you so.

You fucking sadistic bastard.

Yeah. Wanna go again?

Donnelly took a deep breath - and then laughed out loud. “Maybe later.” His heart was pounding, but it was exhilarating rather than terrifying. “We can’t die.”

“We’re already dead.” Nathan chuckled. “Think of all the trouble you can get into now.”

“No consequences.”

“None at all.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

But Donnelly’s thoughts snapped around again. “Carter. John. And your Harold. They’re in danger.”

Ingram shook his head. “There’s nothing we can do for them.”

The despair that seized Donnelly was as deep as the thrill had been a moment before.

But the worst that can happen to them is that they end up here like us.

Which made a certain sense to Donnelly, but he didn’t like it. Alive is still better.

“Agreed,” Ingram conceded. He looked toward the big windows, at the starlit night - hadn’t it been afternoon? - and a look of great sadness darkened his eyes.

It hurt Donnelly to see his easy smile vanish. “I still owe you a kiss,” he said quietly.

Nathan smiled tightly, through his grief. “I won’t hold you to that.”

Donnelly didn’t argue. He simply leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ingram’s. The billionaire’s hands came up, touched his shoulders lightly. Donnelly slid his own hand onto the man’s chest. They shifted a little; their lips fit together better, and then Nathan’s parted and his tongue darted out, but still so lightly, so gently.

Hold me to it, Donnelly urged.

You’re upset. You’re still finding your way around.

I want to start finding my way around right here, with you.

Donnelly put his other hand on Ingram’s ribs and pulled him closer. He parted his lips, forced his tongue between the other man’s teeth. Claimed his mouth as his own.

You should take this slow. I feel like I’m pressuring you.

You’re not pressuring me. And even if you were, I don’t give a fuck.

A laugh ran through Ingram’s mind. It tingled like quicksilver. Give a fuck or take one. It’s your call.

Now you’re talking.

Nah, Ingram thought back. Much too well-bred to talk with my mouth full.

Donnelly groaned, and it reverberated through their connection as the chuckle had, but in a different key. Puns, Nathan? Really?

Not a pun. Ingram shifted his head again and his own tongue met Donnelly’s, fought for dominance. Just wishful thinking.

Wishes come true here.

Damn straight.

Donnelly shifted. His pants were suddenly way too tight. Just about.

Ingram laughed out loud. His hands moved then, tugging at Donnelly’s tie, pushing his jacket off. Donnelly was moving, too. It was clumsy, trying to undress the man without taking his lips off him. The kiss broke finally, mostly because they both needed to breathe, but Donnelly slid his lips down Ingram’s neck, tasted the salt on his warm skin. He seemed almost feverish. I could melt against this skin.

He got Ingram’s jacket off, and his tie, but the buttons of his shirt were damned small and difficult. Some kind of custom tailoring, probably. He got the one at his neck open, but the next one was impossible. His hands were trembling, and he couldn’t stop kissing the man; every bit of skin he uncovered seemed to demand tasting and nibbling …

“There’s an easier way to do this, you know,” Nathan groaned.

“Sure.” Donnelly grabbed both sides of the shirt and simply ripped. Buttons flew, rattled onto the hard floor like a miniature rainstorm. He didn’t care. He finally managed to draw away from him, just to look. Beneath the shirt, Ingram’s broad chest was covered with fine golden fur. He was tanned, muscled. Beautiful. “My God, Nathan …”

“What the hell is this thing?” Ingram returned. He sounded annoyed.

“Hmmm?” Donnelly was busy running his hands over Nathan’s glorious pecs. He brushed his fingertip over one dark brown nipple, watched with fascination as it rose to a hard peak.

“This.” He tugged at something at Donnelly’s shoulder. “What the hell is this?”

Donnelly looked down. “Vest,” he said simply. Reluctantly, he drew his own hands back. “Hang on, I’ll …”

“Oh, fuck that,” Ingram snapped. “We’re doing this my way.”

“What’s your …”

Then he stopped, because they were both suddenly completely naked.

The agent froze in shock. He’d been heading for this, of course. Frantic to get Ingram’s clothes off. But the lack of transition threw him off his game. He was suddenly chilled, and his erection faded.

“Sorry,” Nathan said. “Should have taken that a little slower.” He didn’t sound particularly remorseful. His put his hand on Donnelly’s hip, the other on his thigh. The heat of his touch was enough to chase the chill away. He leaned forward and their lips met again.

Can we get dressed that fast, too?

Ingram hesitated. Do you want to be dressed?

No. Just kinda wishing I could have done that when I was seventeen.

There was a memory there, one that made Donnelly blush and Ingram laugh. After a second Donnelly laughed, too.

The billionaire’s hand slid higher, came to rest just at the very top of Donnelly’s thigh. Your life about ended right there, didn’t you? Was she worth it?

I married her. Eventually.

Come to regret it?

Only because she did.

I hear that. Donnelly got a flash of another woman. Olivia. The screaming, and then the cold silence. He knew it well.

His erection ached for attention, for touch. He desperately wished that hand on his thigh would move closer. His own hands were all over Ingram’s torso, on his chest, his back, his arms. Tickling along his ribs, chasing up his spine. Brushing the nipples swiftly, darting away as the man gasped. Running down to his hips, but Ingram was leaning too far forward for him to get more than a glimpse of that beautiful cock, much less get his own hands on it.

“Kind of a weird time to be thinking about our exes,” Donnelly panted.

Ingram grinned again. “Good sex always makes me think about my ex. Briefly.”

“You sure this is going to be good?”

Ingram glanced down between them, then back up, pure lust and fun in his eyes. “Damn sure.” He pushed at Donnelly’s shoulder.

Almost reluctantly, Donnelly lay back, let his head rest on the arm of the couch. Ingram grabbed his leg and put it behind his hip along the back of the couch, so that he was half-kneeling between Donnelly’s thighs. He was still sitting up, and Donnelly hated the distance between them. He wanted to touch him, to kiss him. But the look on the man’s face stopped him. Ingram was staring down at their two cocks, next to each other, erect, one towering up from golden hair, the other from dark, yet otherwise nearly identical. “Nathan …”

Ingram shook his head. “I don’t know what I want to do with you first,” he said softly. “So many possibilities.”

Donnelly’s cock strained upward even harder. The man’s gaze was like an impossibly light touch. He wanted more. Wanted real touch, firm touch. “You said time doesn’t matter here,” he managed to breathe. “Just pick one, and we’ll do everything else later.”

The blue eyes came up and met his. “I like the way you think.” Ingram slid forward along his body to kiss him again. It brought their chests together, and their cocks met in the tight space between them. Nathan rolled his hips gently, creating a sweet slow friction, as his tongue plundered Donnelly’s mouth again.

Donnelly moaned and dragged his nails up Ingram’s back. Every place that they touched was hot, excited. His balls twitched, and he could feel his cock just beginning to leak pre-cum. The moisture decreased the friction he craved and he moaned again. “More,” he managed to whisper. He slid one hand around Ingram’s hip and tried to get it into the space between their bodies, with the intent of rubbing their cocks together more firmly.

Ingram grabbed his wrist and held him. “Later,” he promised softly. He pushed the hand up, all the way over Donnelly’s head. Then he released it and broke their kiss. His lips trailed down Donnelly’s chin and throat, then detoured to lick his left nipple. As it rose in excitement, he caught it between his teeth, just hard enough to start to hurt, and flicked it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue. Donnelly arched his back, moaning again, biting his bottom lip. He brought his hand down, laced it through Ingram’s hair. It was like having a handful of silk. “Nathan …” he whispered.

“Shhhh,” Nathan answered against his chest. “Be easy. I’ve got you.” His teeth nipped at the skin over Donnelly’s ribs. Then his lips moved lower still, little soft kisses and sharp tiny bites, down his side to the crease where his thigh joined his body. Ingram’s tongue licked along that line, making Donnelly arch again, and this time cry out.

Ingram brushed his cheek against Donnelly’s aching cock. His skin was a little bristly, half a day’s worth of stubble, just enough to emphasize that he was a man. He turned his face and put his mouth on the side of the shaft, and Donnelly’s hips thrust upward, seeking, wanting.

Ingram’s hands were on his thighs again, hot, kneading. His thumbs brushed the sides of Donnelly’s balls and they jumped in response. He moved his mouth up and down the side of the cock, still licking and nipping, but avoiding the sensitive crown where pre-cum continued to flow. Donnelly thrashed, desperate for more, or less, but Ingram’s strong hands kept him pinned against the couch.

You’re fucking killing me.

You’re already dead. The quicksilver of laughter again. And I’ll get to the fucking in a minute.

Promise?

Such a patient man hunter, and such an impatient lover.

Damn it, Ingram …

“Shhhh,” Ingram said. He shifted his mouth again and took Donnelly’s cock between his lips, then all the way into his mouth in one smooth stroke. He sucked in as he pulled off slowly, and Donnelly cried out, on the edge of agony and bliss.

His hands laced through Nathan’s hair. He forced himself not to push him, to force him. But he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting upward as the man worked his cock. Fast in, slow out, in a dead-steady rhythm that brought him right to the edge of orgasm without being quite fast enough to get him over. It was delicious. He wanted it to go on forever. And he desperately wanted to explode.

He hung there, in between, for as long as he could. He didn’t want to climax. He wanted to do so many other things with this beautiful man …

Nathan.

Come for me.

Wait, I want …

Stubborn man. Stop arguing and come for me!

Ingram shifted his approach suddenly. He dragged his teeth along Donnelly’s shaft, and he sucked hard and he moved fast. Three more thrusts and Donnelly screamed as he came.

Ingram kept sucking, kept caressing his balls, until Donnelly was absolutely spent. Then, finally, he lifted his head. Their eyes met again. You okay?

Donnelly couldn’t put even a coherent thought together. He simply nodded.

“Good.” The grin came back to Ingram’s face. He sat up, moving between Donnelly’s legs. He rested one warm hand on top of his thigh again. The other slipped down over Donnelly’s balls, stroked over the little patch of sensitive skin behind them and then across his opening and up toward his spine. Then the direction reversed and he stroked downward, barely brushing, over and over until Donnelly groaned again in protest and desire.

Enough blood had returned to the agent’s brain to allow him a little independent thought. He let his left hand fall open. Wish I had a bottle of lube. The bottle appeared in his hand. Yes. Getting the hang of this.

Ingram shook his head, smiling. Close, newbie. His fingers, on the next pass, were slick with the lube already.

Donnelly shuddered, grinned. Of course. Suppose condoms are totally unnecessary, too?

Not like you can catch a fatal disease any more. Then the tip on Ingram’s finger was in his ass, and all coherent thought left again. His eyes rolled up in pleasure, and he had to close them for a moment. But he could feel Nathan watching him as the finger went deeper, twisted, turned. He wanted to watch him watching him. He opened his eyes, looked up into those warm China blues. This man had melted hearts all over the world with those eyes. That smile. Of all the men and women in the world, why would this man want him?

Want you. Ingram added another finger, Slowly, gently. Stretching him, opening him, the slick fingers easing in and out, a little further with each stroke. For Donnelly it was magnificent. But there was pain on Nathan’s beautiful face. His own arousal had reached the critical point. Want you. Want you.

Donnelly arched his back, pressing himself against those fingers. The tips brushed against his prostate and he writhed. Take me, then. Do it. Do it.

Not yet. Soon.

The fingers moved again, trying to stretch him further. But Donnelly had had enough. “Now,” he said. “Do it now.”

“Soon …”

“Now, Nathan!”

The fingers disappeared and the head of Ingram’s cocked pressed against his opening. He hesitated there, still trying to go slow, to keep himself under control. But Donnelly could see the desperation in his face, the need. He thrust his hips hard, driving the cock half-way home in his ass. It stung, but only a little. Like spice, a little heat that made the meal sweeter.

Ingram groaned, trying to be still, trying to let him adjust. Donnelly surged toward him again, driving the cock home. He wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, held him as tightly as he could. His own erection rose between them, but he ignored his own arousal. Nathan, Nathan, he pleaded. Come on. I want this. I want you.

Ingram gritted his teeth, still trying to be still. We have time. Lots of time. We can take this slow …

Donnelly grabbed his forearms. For fuck’s sake, Ingram, just fuck me already!

Nathan laughed and moved, finally, thrusting, withdrawing. He hit the sweet spot on every stroke, and Donnelly’s cock bobbed in rhythm with his thrusts. Ingram got one hand free and grasped it, stroked lightly. Beautiful, you are beautiful …

… can’t remember the last time I got hard again that fast … Oh, God, Nathan …

… love being inside you, Nick …

… love having you inside me …

hellip; want you inside me soon …

… that yes God yes …

The words vanished from both of their thoughts and there was only feeling, like the quicksilver laughter that had passed between them but bigger, deeper in tone. It encompassed both of them as their bodies slammed together, covered them as surely as the sweat that gleamed on their skin, and they shared it, adding to it, taking from it.

Ingram put one foot on the floor beside the couch. It gave him better leverage and he drove against Donnelly’s body with new force. Nick tightened his thighs against his hips and used them for leverage, driving himself against the delicious cock. When they couldn’t move any harder, when there was no more depth to be found, they moved faster. Ingram’s hand tightened on Donnelly’s erection, but he was too distracted to do anything but hold on. It didn’t matter; the motion of their bodies and the delicious thrusting within were enough to bring him to the edge of climax.

But he could wait, he could wait …

He watched Ingram’s face, contorted with desire so deep it had slipped into pain. He was hanging on the edge himself, holding himself back, making it last, too …

“Nnnnnnnnnathan …”

The billionaire took in a breath that sounded like a sob, and when he exhaled it was scream and he pounded once more and he came, shuddering. Donnelly came in his hand as the final stroke hit home.

Ingram collapsed forward, still inside him. Donnelly cradled his head against his chest, stroking his fingers through that gorgeous blond hair. They were both breathless, shuddering with aftershocks. Blissed out. Happy.

appy.

Yes. God, yes.

Donnelly ran his hand lower, massaging the back of Ingram’s neck. The man made a contented noise, like the purr of a very large cat. After a long time, Ingram murmured, “I could fuck you all night.”

“Okay,” Donnelly answered simply. And then, “You literally could, couldn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“There’s no limit to erections, to orgasms. We could literally do this all night.”

Ingram grinned against his chest. “We could literally do this for all year.”

Donnelly felt his heart speed up again - and his cock stir with interest. More notably, he felt Ingram’s cock, still deep in his ass, begin to stiffen again. The sensations ran through his whole body and he shuddered. As much as he desired this man, he wasn’t sure he was ready to go again yet. “Nathan …” Give me a couple minutes.

Sure. Ingram moved back, drew his cock out of his body, then rested against him again. “Or we could put on tuxedoes and have drinks at the Intercontinental.” Whatever you want, Nick.

Could we be in your bed?

They were. Flat on their backs, side by side in the middle of an enormous bed.

In tuxedoes.

Donnelly looked down at himself, then over at Ingram. He laughed, and Nathan grinned in delight. And then Nick made them naked again.

Thought you wanted to catch your breath.

Donnelly rolled onto his side and ran one hand over Ingram’s chest again. The beautiful soft golden hair that covered him. The heat, the tan, the muscles. Catch my breath, see you, touch you.

Still like the way you think. Nathan rolled toward him, reached his hands out.

“No,” Donnelly said. “Put your hands behind your head.”

Ingram rolled back obediently. “You gonna arrest me?” he teased.

“I’m sure I could come up with some handcuffs somewhere.” He leaned up on one elbow, took Ingram’s wrist and guided his hand up under the pillow. He repeated the process with the other hand, gently but insistently. “You said I should take my time.”

“I did.” Ingram grinned up from the pillow, his blue eyes sparkling, but he waited.

Donnelly stayed up on one elbow and let his eyes roam over the man. He was absolutely beautiful. Like a marble statue in a museum, but with bronze skin and a much bigger cock. He looked beyond that, to his long legs, his muscular thighs, his calves, his feet. Even his damn feet were beautiful. What in God’s name are you doing with me?

Loving the way you look at me, at the moment, but I have more active plans for later.

“Nathan …” There weren’t any words, or even any thoughts. Donnelly put his hand on the golden chest again, reveling in the way it felt. The connection warmed him. He traced along Nathan’s collar bone, along his shoulder. Ran his flat palm over his pec and across his nipple. Down the center of his chest. He paused to feel the strong heartbeat beneath the skin. Funny, that. Why does your heart still beat?

It beats for you, Nathan thought with a good-natured smirk.

Donnelly felt himself blush. He ran his hand lower, across the navel, and paused on the flat place beneath. Ingram was erect again, his cock standing proudly over him. A piece of art, Donnelly thought again. A sculpture by the finest artist in the world. He turned his hand and took hold of the shaft firmly, feeling its firmness, its weight. Ingram gasped very softly. Beautiful. Every inch of you is beautiful.

Nathan took a deep breath, purred again.

“So is this all we do here? Everybody just has all the sex they want, all the time?” He glanced up to meet Ingram’s eyes. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Honestly, for the first few weeks, that’s exactly what most of us do,” Ingram admitted. “After a while even this goes a little smooth. Then you can mix it up with anything else you want to do.”

“Anything.”

“Anything. Climb Mount Everest. And then jump off the top. Learn to juggle. Learn to speak Italian. Learn to shoe a horse. Anything, Nick. Anything you want.”

Donnelly stroked the cock firmly, but slowly. He wanted to know it, to know what his new lover liked, what he didn’t. To study him, and then to please him. And if all I ever want is to be here with you?

I’ll want you with me far longer than you want to be here. “Nick, you are …” Then Ingram stopped, and his body stiffened.

“What is it?”

Ingram brought his hand down, grabbed Donnelly’s wrist. “Stop. Stop.” He sat up, suddenly brusque.

Donnelly sat up beside him, confused and contrite. “I did something wrong …”

“No, No.” Ingram grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him quickly. “No. But there’s someone you should see, and we have to go right now.”

“But you said … time doesn’t matter here …”

“It doesn’t, for us. But it does for him. His clock is still running. C’mon.”

They were on their feet, fully dressed, and back in the park. Donnelly shook his head and the vestiges of vertigo went away.

“Sorry,” Ingram said.

“It’s okay. What’s wrong? Why are we here?”

Ingram just pointed.

On a bench twenty yards away, the Man in the Suit sat alone, bent down, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

“Is he dead?” Donnelly asked, sick with regret all over again.

“No.” Ingram shook his head. “See that shimmer around him? He’s still living. He’s unconscious.”

“But …”

“When they wake him up, he’ll vanish from here. He’s stuck in real time. That’s why I had to bring you right now.”

“I can talk to him?”

“Yes. But whatever you say to him, he won’t remember it when he goes back.”

“What?”

“You can talk to him. Make your peace. But when he wakes up on the other side, he won’t remember anything that happened here. He won’t remember that he met you here. It’ll be gone.”

Donnelly nodded. “I want to talk to him anyhow.”

“I thought you would.”

“Thank you, Nathan.”

“I’ll be around, when you’re done.” Ingram put his hand on his arm. “Nick, listen. I wasn’t big on monogamy when I was alive. And I sure as hell don’t put any stock in it now.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Donnelly stared at him. “You can’t honestly think that he wants anything to do with me that way.”

“Things are different here, Nick. You already know that. I’m just saying, if you get the shot, don’t worry about me.”

The agent shook his head. “I’m sure he wants to hit on me, but not the way you’re thinking.”

Nathan shrugged, grinned. “If you say so. See you back at the loft.”

And then he was gone.

**