The Trouble with Drakes 15
Title: The Trouble With Drakes chapter 15
Author: stormyd55
Rating: NC-17....Yea! Smut!
Pairing: Bob/Harry...FINALLY! (may they make like horny bunnies for all time)
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: SEX!
Disclaimer: Not mine! But, oh how I wish they were (evil chuckle).
Word Count: approx. 3000
Summary: Harry and Bob get to know each other... and then get naked.
Important Note! I give up! I raise the white flag! I surrender! I had no problem creating links to the first four chapters, but chapter six and on simply are not working. I've checked and rechecked and checked again. The addresses were copied properly. So, anyone who wants to read previous chapters, please click on my author tag. It will bring up everything I've written, but at least you'll be able to read the full story. I'm sorry I can't seem to get it to work right. I'm going to leave this note in every chapter for the benefit of new readers. If anybody has any ideas, I'm all ears.
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4
Title: The Trouble With Drakes 15
Author: stormyd55
Rating: NC 17.....Yea! Smut!
Pairing: Bob/Harry(may they make like horny bunnies for all time)
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: SEX!
Disclaimer: Not mine! But, oh how I wish they were (evil chuckle).
Word Count: approx. 3000
Summary: Harry and Bob get to know each other... and then get naked.
*****
As they walked downstairs to the living room, Harry kept one hand at the small of Bob's back and the other hand on his shoulder. He wanted to convey comfort and reassurance through that casual physical contact. When they sat on the sofa, Bob tried to sit at the other end, but Harry grabbed him and pulled him close. "Don't pull away, please. I've wanted this for so long." he whispered as he lightly brushed his fingertips down Bob's face. Bob's eyes drifted shut as he surrendered to Harry's touch.
Harry leaned in and kissed Bob, again. Once again it was soft and gentle. He could feel Bob's arms go around him and hold him tightly.
Harry pulled back again and stared into those beautiful sea-glass green eyes, bright with tears though no longer crying. Bob was staring back at him in wonder. Harry felt his smile getting bigger. Then he was grinning. Then he was chuckling, which threatened to turn into laughter, though he fought hard not to let that happen.
Bob's expression hardened. "Would you mind telling me what is so funny?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just so relieved. Now it all makes sense."
Truly puzzled, Bob asked, "What makes sense?"
"Remember that night I took Murphy to Caritas. Well, I ended up singing for Lorne, trying to find out something to help with the case. And, before I left, he told me something that really hurt. He said, 'Sorry, Harry. But you're never gonna get with a dead guy.' I thought that it meant I was never ever gonna be with you. But look at us." His voice was filled with wonder. "All I had to do was wait a couple of days for you to be brought back to life."
Bob smiled softly. "Well, that explains why you were so upset that night."
Then Harry looked puzzled. "Funny, I don't seem to remember much else from that night."
"You got drunk and passed out." Bob lied, knowing that Harry would be upset by his actions. Then his eyes got wide and he whispered a soft 'oh'. At Harry's inquiring look, he said with a little mischievous smile, "I, myself, just realized something. Now, I know why that White Court vampire couldn't touch you."
Harry grinned as he reached up, ran his fingers through Bob's hair and leaned in for another kiss. This time it was a little more demanding. He pressed his mouth hard against Bob's and, after a few seconds, began sucking on his lower lip. He pressed his tongue in and Bob opened up readily. Their tongues caressed each other for a moment and then began to do battle.
Bob breathed heavily as he pulled back from the kiss. His eyes were dazed and his cheeks were flushed. "Perhaps... we should... discuss things... before we go any further."
"Things?" Harry's voice had gone up a notch or two. No, no, no, he didn't want to stop. He wanted to get naked. He wanted to get Bob naked. Umm, naked Bob. Harry started grinning like an idiot. Wait... what was Bob saying?
"Harry, pay attention. We need to discuss this."
"Discuss what? I want you. You want me. What's to discuss?"
Bob sighed in exasperation. "What we expect of each other... in bed. Our past experiences. Despite whatever impressions I may have given, I don't want you to assume that I have some vast amount of knowledge when it comes to male sexual partners. Quite the opposite I'm afraid." Bob looked a little embarrassed and almost... shy. He looked so cute that Harry had the urge to pet him on the head like a puppy and then grind him into the sofa. Fortunately, he had enough sense to know that that would be a very bad move on his part. Bob would just get upset and insulted, and then Harry could say goodbye to any chance of playing with naked Bob, tonight at least.
So Harry put on his thoughtful, serious face and pulled Bob to lean back into the sofa. He settled back with his arm around Bob's shoulders. It was about 90 percent, ok, 80 percent, platonic and he tried to project understanding and support. If this is what Bob needed, Harry would do his best to provide. "Ok,", he encouraged, "let's talk. What experiences have you had?"
Bob sighed and looked at the floor. Harry stiffened. Was that shame he saw on Bob's face?
Bob sighed, again. He had to tell Harry sometime, best to just get it over with. Otherwise, Harry was likely to misinterpret some of Bob's reactions. "You mean other than being raped by my jailers before my execution?"
"Aww, Bob." Harry began to withdraw his arm, thinking that the last thing Bob would want was to be touched by another man. "I'm so sorry. I should've known... "
Bob grabbed his arm and desperately said, "Don't, Harry, please don't pull away from me. I don't even think of what they did as sex. It was a brutal, physical assault that occurred six hundred years ago. I wouldn't even bring it up, except that I know how the subconscious mind works and you've already seen that I have nightmares. I just needed you to understand the cause, if we're to be sleeping in the same bed." He said everything in a rush and then asked tentatively, "We are, aren't we? Going to be sleeping in the same bed?"
Harry cupped Bob's face in the palms of his hands and leaned forward. First he kissed Bob's forehead, then his cheeks. Then rested his forehead against Bob's and whispered lovingly, "Damn straight, we are." Which, of course, earned a smile and a chuckle from Bob.
Harry sighed and placed his arm back around Bob's shoulders and pulled him close. "Ok. Do you need to talk about what they did? It's ok if you do. I'm here for you, whatever you need."
"I know, my darling. And no I don't need to talk about it right now. Maybe someday, but not right now. I just needed you to know, because... well, I don't know how I'll react to making love with you. I don't expect any difficulties. But I felt that you should be forewarned."
"I'm glad you told me. If at any time you're uncomfortable with what we're doing, just say so. Promise me?"
"I promise." Bob leaned in and kissed Harry, but pulled back before it could grow into something more. He smiled and said, "I believe we still have something to discuss."
"Right. Why don't I go first? Since you've already revealed something kinda major."
"Alright." He turned to face Harry, paying close attention.
Harry took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "Ok. I've only been with two guys. The first was a guy named Charles. I was twenty-two and traveling through Scotland. I was hitching a ride to Dublin and he picked me up. We hit it off and I ended up staying at his place for about two weeks."
"Harry."
"Umm?"
"That's nice, but for all I know, you spent two weeks playing chess. What did you do?"
"Oh, ah, well, he kinda taught me the basics. Started off slow and worked our way up." Seeing the inquiring look on Bob's face, Harry sighed, "Ok. He started with bump and grind, then hand jobs, blow jobs, and finally actual fucking. Nothing fancy, just the basics."
"Bump and grind? You mean rubbing against one another for release? Frottage? We called it rutting in my day. And your... other friend?"
"Jean. He was French, backpacking across Europe like I was. We traveled together for about a month, then he had to return to college. It was, maybe, six months after Charles. And before you ask, we did basically the same things. Nothing fancy."
"Why only two men?"
"What?"
"Why only two men? In the past twenty years, there have been dozens of women, but only two men. Why?"
"You're gonna think its silly."
"Please, tell me."
Harry looked at the floor, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Bob, I've had feelings for you since I was a teen. After Charles and again after Jean, I felt like... like I'd cheated on you. It didn't feel that way with girls, but I didn't want any other guys because... they weren't you."
Bob placed his hand under Harry's chin and lifted his head to look him in the eye. There was such tenderness and love in Bob's expression that Harry felt his chest tighten and found it a little difficult to breath. Bob cupped Harry's cheek in the palm of his hand and said softly, "Oh, my darling Harry, I love you, too."
Harry grinned and bent forward for a quick kiss. Then he laid his head on Bob's shoulder and asked, "What about you? What experiences do you have making love with another guy?"
Bob sighed. "None since my days as an apprentice. I was my master's favorite from the age of thirteen to perhaps seventeen." At Harry's startled expression, he paused. "You have to understand, Harry. In my day an apprentice was less than a servant or even, in some cases, a slave. An apprentice had no rights and was expected to do whatever his master required of him. In many cases that meant sex."
Harry sat up, appalled. It sounded like child abuse. Hell, it was child abuse.
"Oh, Harry, please don't look at me like that. I'm not complaining. Things could have been far worse. I was rather lucky, all things considered. My master was gentler and less demanding than most. In those days, one's introduction to sex was usually brutal and unforgiving. Yes, I consider myself very lucky."
"But,I thought you were the son of a Lord. Shouldn't that fact have protected you?"
"Not really. I was born a lesser son to my father's second wife. I had several older brothers, so I was rather unimportant. When I was accepted as Master Godfrey's apprentice, my father was rather pleased to have one less child whose future he had to worry about. In later years, a series of unfortunate illnesses and accidents brought about the deaths of my siblings. Imagine my surprise when, in my early twenties, a representative of my father's household showed up on my doorstep hailing me as the new Lord of Bainbridge." He paused and smiled. "So, no Harry, being the lesser son of a Lord did not save me from being treated as any other apprentice would have been."
Harry hesitated and then asked, "Is it ok if I ask what kind of sex it was?"
Bob smiled and said, "Of course, Harry, that's why we're having this discussion, to learn about each other. Master Godfrey was usually content with basic rutting, or bump and grind as you call it. He very rarely penetrated me and then only after he'd been drinking heavily. Fortunately, he wasn't one to over indulge often."
"Did you ever enjoy the sex?"
"Sometimes, when rutting, if I closed my eyes and tried not to think about who I was with." Bob replied wryly.
"So, you don't really know what good sex is?"
Bob sat up straight and his eyes went wide. "I beg your pardon. I had fantastic sex with Winefried and several bar maids and peasant girls before her, thank you very much."
Despite his outraged tone, Harry knew that Bob was more amused than upset. "I meant with men."
"Oh, well, no, you're right about that."
"Then why do you want to be with me?"
Bob looked Harry in the eye and carded his fingers through Harry's hair. His tender expression made Harry want to melt. "Because I love you, my darling boy. In the past twenty-five years, you've made an old, beaten-down, enslaved ghost feel like he was worth something, for the first time in centuries. You made me feel cared for, like I mattered! You have no idea how precious that feeling is. Have no doubt that I want you and love you, physically and spiritually." Then he leaned in and kissed Harry with complete abandon.
After a moment of exploring each other's lips, Harry opened his mouth to invite Bob in. Their tongues lazily caressed each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then Harry pulled away just enough to ask, "Can we have hot monkey-sex, now?"
"May. May we have hot monkey-sex, now."
Harry pulled back and stared at Bob. "You're correcting my grammar at a time like this?"
"If you would speak properly in the first place, then I wouldn't have to."
Harry realized that Bob was teasing him and snapped, "You stinker!" Then he tackled Bob and pinned him to the sofa.
After several moments of exploring each other's mouths, running their hands over each other's bodies and squeezing each other's butts, Harry decided it was time to get serious. He'd known this man for twenty-five years, and twenty of those years had been spent wondering what he looked like under all those clothes. The short amount of time he'd seen Bob naked when he'd first been brought back to life, Harry had been too distracted with worry and the need to care for the man's injuries, not to mention grief for Kendra. Now it was time to explore and learn the body he'd yearned for for so long.
Harry pulled away and stood up. Bob was breathing heavily and gave a discontented groan at Harry's unexpected departure. Harry just smiled and held out his hand to help Bob to his feet. "Come on. Take off your shoes and socks." Harry did the same as Bob complied.
First, Harry moved the coffee table aside, leaving plenty of room on the sheepskin rug in front of the sofa. Then, he stood facing Bob and cupped his face in his hands, lightly kissed him and ran his fingers through Bob's hair. Harry marveled at how soft it was. He pulled loose the tie around Bob's neck and dropped it on the sofa. He undid the top two buttons of his shirt and lightly brushed his fingertips along the newly exposed skin.
Bob tried to control his breathing but found it difficult as his body reacted to Harry's attention. He reached out and pulled Harry to him, burying his face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, kissing and nibbling. It felt strange at first. During his first lifetime, he'd been considered a very tall man, the average man's height being somewhat shorter then today's average. Since the age of seventeen, he'd never held anyone even close to his own height, much less taller. Harry was at least five inches taller than he was. It was... intriguing.
Harry pushed Bob back to his original position. He placed a finger on Bob's mouth to silence the protest he could see coming. Then he raised Bob's left hand and undid the button on the cuff. He raised the hand to his mouth and kissed the palm and the inside of the wrist. He lowered that hand to Bob's side and did the same with the right hand. He could hear Bob's contented sigh as he gave a final nuzzle to his wrist before lowering it, too, to Bob's side.
Starting at the top, Harry began to slowly unbutton Bob's shirt. Bob reached up to help, but Harry gently took his hands and placed them back at his sides. When there was only one button left, Bob reached up to lift Harry's shirt. Again, Harry returned his hands to his sides. At Bob's petulant look, Harry leaned forward with a mischievous smile, kissed him on the tip of his nose and whispered, "Indulge me."
Unable to help himself, Bob smiled and let Harry do as he wished. He was tempted to close his eyes, but he chose to watch Harry instead. The look of tenderness on his face was intoxicating.
Harry removed Bob's shirt and tossed it on to the sofa. He began to run his fingertips, feather light, along Bob's arms. He slowly walked around Bob, mapping his back and shoulders with his fingertips. Bob was in fantastic shape. Lean, but muscular. In a wrestling match between the two of them, Harry wasn't sure if he stood much of a chance, and he couldn't wait to find out. Fingertips still tracing delicate meaningless patterns, he came back around to Bob's front. By this time they were both sporting a definite bulge in both their pants. Harry leaned in close, carding his fingers through the silvery gray curls on Bob's chest. He began to nibble at Bob's ear lobe and whisper little things he'd like to do to him that left Bob blushing and eager.
After a few more moments of feather light touches and teasing, Harry dropped to his knees in front of Bob. He slowly began to unbuckle Bob's belt. Once he'd pulled the belt loose, he placed both hands on Bob's hips. He began nuzzling and rubbing his face against the bulge in his pants, much like a cat rubs it's cheek against it's owner, marking them as his. Bob groaned, his erection becoming painfully constrained by his slacks.
Harry pulled back and undid Bob's button and zip. He slid his pants down to his ankles, leaving his black boxer-briefs in place for the moment. They were a snug fit even when Bob wasn't aroused. Now, the tight fit left little to the imagination. Harry lightly ran his finger tips up and down the bulge, caressing it and licking his lips in anticipation. He could feel his own erection throbbing and begging for attention, but he wanted to take his time. He brought his mouth to the clearly defined tip of Bob's penis and began sucking through the material of his briefs. He could hear Bob's breath hitch as his hips thrust forward, nearly knocking him over. Harry grabbed his ass for balance and decided he rather liked having his hands full of Bob's ass. So he kept them there, kneading and massaging the pliant flesh.
Bob began making needy little whimpering sounds. His breath came in tiny rapid pants. He worried his lower lip with his teeth as he tried desperately to maintain control. But control was no easy thing when Harry was lightly nibbling and gnawing up and down the length of his penis. Then he was back up at the tip, once again sucking. And the bastard still hadn't removed Bob's briefs. "Harry,please." he begged, though he wasn't exactly sure what he was begging for.
Harry gave Bob's groin one last nuzzle before pulling back. He slowly peeled the black briefs off his hips onto his thighs, allowing his penis to pop free. Harry sat back on his heels, admiring the long, uncut shaft standing at full mast. He glanced up at Bob's face. His eyes were shut tight, his hands clenched at his sides. Harry pulled the briefs down Bob's legs to join the pants around his ankles. He tapped Bob's foot. He got the message and, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders for balance, lifted each foot so Harry could remove the clothing completely.
"Lie down." Harry said softly as he gently tugged Bob towards the floor.
When Bob was lying on his back, comfortably sunk into the sheepskin rug, Harry stood and slowly began removing his own clothing. Knowing that Bob was watching his every move, he took his time.
"Harry Dresden, you're killing me." Bob groaned.
"Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac, don't you think?" Harry said, smiling wickedly down at Bob.
Bob didn't say anything. He just smiled back as he remembered Harry's recent overdose of a true aphrodisiac. He wondered if he could reproduce Harry's mistake, though perhaps not as strong. After all, what's the point if you can't remember anything the next day.
Once he was naked, Harry lowered himself to lie along Bob's side. He leaned over and began kissing him, gently exploring his mouth. At first, he didn't touch in any other way. Then, as the kiss deepened, he brought one hand up to lightly brush his fingers up and down Bob's torso. In response, tiny, needy moans escaped Bob and his hands began to caress Harry and pull him closer.
No longer able to restrain himself, Harry crawled up to lie on top of Bob. When their balls bumped and their erections pressed together, Bob gasped and froze. He shut his eyes tight and practically stopped breathing. Concerned, Harry started to ease back, but Bob grabbed him and slammed their bodies back together. "Don't." Bob whispered.
Harry tried to be still and whispered back, "Are you ok? I thought you'd done this before."
Bob swallowed hard. "Never without clothing. Never flesh to flesh. The only time we removed our clothing was when my Master penetrated me, and then it was just enough to get it out of the way. In my day, it was considered unhealthy to remove your clothing. Even making love to a woman, you were expected to keep your underclothing on. We even bathed with our clothes on. It wasn't until I met and married my Winefried that I began to sleep without clothing, at her coaxing I might add. A male body feels very different from a woman's." While sharing this bit of information, Bob had begun to slowly undulate beneath Harry, who responded in kind.
Breathing heavily, Harry said with a grin, "Bob, only you would give a lecture in the middle of sex."
At that, they both started laughing. "Old habits die hard." Bob responded.
"If we don't shut up and get a move on, I'm gonna die hard." Harry growled. With that Harry attacked Bob's mouth, preventing him from saying anything else. They ground into each other, hands touching and teasing. Bob moaned in protest as Harry left his mouth and began to trail kisses down his throat and upper chest. He hissed when Harry bite down slightly and pulled one of Bob's nipples with his teeth, but he had a look of sheer ecstasy as Harry nibbled and tongued that tender bit of flesh. Bob carded his fingers into Harry's hair and lightly pulled. Judging from the moans that issued from him, Harry liked it.
After several minutes of writhing on the floor in a tangle of long limbs and eager hands, they both began to move with frantic energy and mutter incoherently. Bob uttered curses in Olde English and cried Harry's name in a pleading tone as he came. Harry had been muttering Bob's name under his breath, over and over, until several seconds later when he too came. But he hadn't been saying Bob, he'd been saying Hrothbert. When Bob realized this, he cupped Harry's face in his hands and looked him in the eyes. He had no words to express what he felt to hear Harry say his name at such a time. He pulled Harry to him and hugged him tight, as if the world would end if he let go.
They lay on the floor for quite a while whispering endearments and drinking each other in. Finally, Harry sat up and began coaxing Bob to get up as well. "Come on, we have things to do."
Exasperated, Bob groaned as he, too, sat up. "Like what? Pray tell. I was rather enjoying the afterglow." He tried to pull Harry back down. "Please, tell me why we can't just enjoy the afterglow."
Chuckling, Harry fought Bob's attempts to drag him down and said, "Because, first we're going to shower, then we're going to go get the jeep, and then I'm taking you out on a date. A real dinner and a movie date."
"Really, Harry. You don't need to seduce me. I'm obviously already your's." He allowed Harry to draw him to his feet.
Grinning, Harry pulled Bob into his arms. "You're mine, I'm your's, and all is right with the world." He kissed Bob, soft and gentle. Then said, "But, seduction is not the only reason for dates. I want you to experience the things you were never able to experience before."
"I'd rather experience you." Bob purred and leered at him.
"Oh, don't worry, you will." Harry laughed as he spun Bob around, lightly pushed him toward the stairs and then slapped him on the ass.
(To Be Continued.)
Author: stormyd55
Rating: NC-17....Yea! Smut!
Pairing: Bob/Harry...FINALLY! (may they make like horny bunnies for all time)
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: SEX!
Disclaimer: Not mine! But, oh how I wish they were (evil chuckle).
Word Count: approx. 3000
Summary: Harry and Bob get to know each other... and then get naked.
Important Note! I give up! I raise the white flag! I surrender! I had no problem creating links to the first four chapters, but chapter six and on simply are not working. I've checked and rechecked and checked again. The addresses were copied properly. So, anyone who wants to read previous chapters, please click on my author tag. It will bring up everything I've written, but at least you'll be able to read the full story. I'm sorry I can't seem to get it to work right. I'm going to leave this note in every chapter for the benefit of new readers. If anybody has any ideas, I'm all ears.
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4
Title: The Trouble With Drakes 15
Author: stormyd55
Rating: NC 17.....Yea! Smut!
Pairing: Bob/Harry(may they make like horny bunnies for all time)
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: SEX!
Disclaimer: Not mine! But, oh how I wish they were (evil chuckle).
Word Count: approx. 3000
Summary: Harry and Bob get to know each other... and then get naked.
*****
As they walked downstairs to the living room, Harry kept one hand at the small of Bob's back and the other hand on his shoulder. He wanted to convey comfort and reassurance through that casual physical contact. When they sat on the sofa, Bob tried to sit at the other end, but Harry grabbed him and pulled him close. "Don't pull away, please. I've wanted this for so long." he whispered as he lightly brushed his fingertips down Bob's face. Bob's eyes drifted shut as he surrendered to Harry's touch.
Harry leaned in and kissed Bob, again. Once again it was soft and gentle. He could feel Bob's arms go around him and hold him tightly.
Harry pulled back again and stared into those beautiful sea-glass green eyes, bright with tears though no longer crying. Bob was staring back at him in wonder. Harry felt his smile getting bigger. Then he was grinning. Then he was chuckling, which threatened to turn into laughter, though he fought hard not to let that happen.
Bob's expression hardened. "Would you mind telling me what is so funny?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just so relieved. Now it all makes sense."
Truly puzzled, Bob asked, "What makes sense?"
"Remember that night I took Murphy to Caritas. Well, I ended up singing for Lorne, trying to find out something to help with the case. And, before I left, he told me something that really hurt. He said, 'Sorry, Harry. But you're never gonna get with a dead guy.' I thought that it meant I was never ever gonna be with you. But look at us." His voice was filled with wonder. "All I had to do was wait a couple of days for you to be brought back to life."
Bob smiled softly. "Well, that explains why you were so upset that night."
Then Harry looked puzzled. "Funny, I don't seem to remember much else from that night."
"You got drunk and passed out." Bob lied, knowing that Harry would be upset by his actions. Then his eyes got wide and he whispered a soft 'oh'. At Harry's inquiring look, he said with a little mischievous smile, "I, myself, just realized something. Now, I know why that White Court vampire couldn't touch you."
Harry grinned as he reached up, ran his fingers through Bob's hair and leaned in for another kiss. This time it was a little more demanding. He pressed his mouth hard against Bob's and, after a few seconds, began sucking on his lower lip. He pressed his tongue in and Bob opened up readily. Their tongues caressed each other for a moment and then began to do battle.
Bob breathed heavily as he pulled back from the kiss. His eyes were dazed and his cheeks were flushed. "Perhaps... we should... discuss things... before we go any further."
"Things?" Harry's voice had gone up a notch or two. No, no, no, he didn't want to stop. He wanted to get naked. He wanted to get Bob naked. Umm, naked Bob. Harry started grinning like an idiot. Wait... what was Bob saying?
"Harry, pay attention. We need to discuss this."
"Discuss what? I want you. You want me. What's to discuss?"
Bob sighed in exasperation. "What we expect of each other... in bed. Our past experiences. Despite whatever impressions I may have given, I don't want you to assume that I have some vast amount of knowledge when it comes to male sexual partners. Quite the opposite I'm afraid." Bob looked a little embarrassed and almost... shy. He looked so cute that Harry had the urge to pet him on the head like a puppy and then grind him into the sofa. Fortunately, he had enough sense to know that that would be a very bad move on his part. Bob would just get upset and insulted, and then Harry could say goodbye to any chance of playing with naked Bob, tonight at least.
So Harry put on his thoughtful, serious face and pulled Bob to lean back into the sofa. He settled back with his arm around Bob's shoulders. It was about 90 percent, ok, 80 percent, platonic and he tried to project understanding and support. If this is what Bob needed, Harry would do his best to provide. "Ok,", he encouraged, "let's talk. What experiences have you had?"
Bob sighed and looked at the floor. Harry stiffened. Was that shame he saw on Bob's face?
Bob sighed, again. He had to tell Harry sometime, best to just get it over with. Otherwise, Harry was likely to misinterpret some of Bob's reactions. "You mean other than being raped by my jailers before my execution?"
"Aww, Bob." Harry began to withdraw his arm, thinking that the last thing Bob would want was to be touched by another man. "I'm so sorry. I should've known... "
Bob grabbed his arm and desperately said, "Don't, Harry, please don't pull away from me. I don't even think of what they did as sex. It was a brutal, physical assault that occurred six hundred years ago. I wouldn't even bring it up, except that I know how the subconscious mind works and you've already seen that I have nightmares. I just needed you to understand the cause, if we're to be sleeping in the same bed." He said everything in a rush and then asked tentatively, "We are, aren't we? Going to be sleeping in the same bed?"
Harry cupped Bob's face in the palms of his hands and leaned forward. First he kissed Bob's forehead, then his cheeks. Then rested his forehead against Bob's and whispered lovingly, "Damn straight, we are." Which, of course, earned a smile and a chuckle from Bob.
Harry sighed and placed his arm back around Bob's shoulders and pulled him close. "Ok. Do you need to talk about what they did? It's ok if you do. I'm here for you, whatever you need."
"I know, my darling. And no I don't need to talk about it right now. Maybe someday, but not right now. I just needed you to know, because... well, I don't know how I'll react to making love with you. I don't expect any difficulties. But I felt that you should be forewarned."
"I'm glad you told me. If at any time you're uncomfortable with what we're doing, just say so. Promise me?"
"I promise." Bob leaned in and kissed Harry, but pulled back before it could grow into something more. He smiled and said, "I believe we still have something to discuss."
"Right. Why don't I go first? Since you've already revealed something kinda major."
"Alright." He turned to face Harry, paying close attention.
Harry took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "Ok. I've only been with two guys. The first was a guy named Charles. I was twenty-two and traveling through Scotland. I was hitching a ride to Dublin and he picked me up. We hit it off and I ended up staying at his place for about two weeks."
"Harry."
"Umm?"
"That's nice, but for all I know, you spent two weeks playing chess. What did you do?"
"Oh, ah, well, he kinda taught me the basics. Started off slow and worked our way up." Seeing the inquiring look on Bob's face, Harry sighed, "Ok. He started with bump and grind, then hand jobs, blow jobs, and finally actual fucking. Nothing fancy, just the basics."
"Bump and grind? You mean rubbing against one another for release? Frottage? We called it rutting in my day. And your... other friend?"
"Jean. He was French, backpacking across Europe like I was. We traveled together for about a month, then he had to return to college. It was, maybe, six months after Charles. And before you ask, we did basically the same things. Nothing fancy."
"Why only two men?"
"What?"
"Why only two men? In the past twenty years, there have been dozens of women, but only two men. Why?"
"You're gonna think its silly."
"Please, tell me."
Harry looked at the floor, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Bob, I've had feelings for you since I was a teen. After Charles and again after Jean, I felt like... like I'd cheated on you. It didn't feel that way with girls, but I didn't want any other guys because... they weren't you."
Bob placed his hand under Harry's chin and lifted his head to look him in the eye. There was such tenderness and love in Bob's expression that Harry felt his chest tighten and found it a little difficult to breath. Bob cupped Harry's cheek in the palm of his hand and said softly, "Oh, my darling Harry, I love you, too."
Harry grinned and bent forward for a quick kiss. Then he laid his head on Bob's shoulder and asked, "What about you? What experiences do you have making love with another guy?"
Bob sighed. "None since my days as an apprentice. I was my master's favorite from the age of thirteen to perhaps seventeen." At Harry's startled expression, he paused. "You have to understand, Harry. In my day an apprentice was less than a servant or even, in some cases, a slave. An apprentice had no rights and was expected to do whatever his master required of him. In many cases that meant sex."
Harry sat up, appalled. It sounded like child abuse. Hell, it was child abuse.
"Oh, Harry, please don't look at me like that. I'm not complaining. Things could have been far worse. I was rather lucky, all things considered. My master was gentler and less demanding than most. In those days, one's introduction to sex was usually brutal and unforgiving. Yes, I consider myself very lucky."
"But,I thought you were the son of a Lord. Shouldn't that fact have protected you?"
"Not really. I was born a lesser son to my father's second wife. I had several older brothers, so I was rather unimportant. When I was accepted as Master Godfrey's apprentice, my father was rather pleased to have one less child whose future he had to worry about. In later years, a series of unfortunate illnesses and accidents brought about the deaths of my siblings. Imagine my surprise when, in my early twenties, a representative of my father's household showed up on my doorstep hailing me as the new Lord of Bainbridge." He paused and smiled. "So, no Harry, being the lesser son of a Lord did not save me from being treated as any other apprentice would have been."
Harry hesitated and then asked, "Is it ok if I ask what kind of sex it was?"
Bob smiled and said, "Of course, Harry, that's why we're having this discussion, to learn about each other. Master Godfrey was usually content with basic rutting, or bump and grind as you call it. He very rarely penetrated me and then only after he'd been drinking heavily. Fortunately, he wasn't one to over indulge often."
"Did you ever enjoy the sex?"
"Sometimes, when rutting, if I closed my eyes and tried not to think about who I was with." Bob replied wryly.
"So, you don't really know what good sex is?"
Bob sat up straight and his eyes went wide. "I beg your pardon. I had fantastic sex with Winefried and several bar maids and peasant girls before her, thank you very much."
Despite his outraged tone, Harry knew that Bob was more amused than upset. "I meant with men."
"Oh, well, no, you're right about that."
"Then why do you want to be with me?"
Bob looked Harry in the eye and carded his fingers through Harry's hair. His tender expression made Harry want to melt. "Because I love you, my darling boy. In the past twenty-five years, you've made an old, beaten-down, enslaved ghost feel like he was worth something, for the first time in centuries. You made me feel cared for, like I mattered! You have no idea how precious that feeling is. Have no doubt that I want you and love you, physically and spiritually." Then he leaned in and kissed Harry with complete abandon.
After a moment of exploring each other's lips, Harry opened his mouth to invite Bob in. Their tongues lazily caressed each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then Harry pulled away just enough to ask, "Can we have hot monkey-sex, now?"
"May. May we have hot monkey-sex, now."
Harry pulled back and stared at Bob. "You're correcting my grammar at a time like this?"
"If you would speak properly in the first place, then I wouldn't have to."
Harry realized that Bob was teasing him and snapped, "You stinker!" Then he tackled Bob and pinned him to the sofa.
After several moments of exploring each other's mouths, running their hands over each other's bodies and squeezing each other's butts, Harry decided it was time to get serious. He'd known this man for twenty-five years, and twenty of those years had been spent wondering what he looked like under all those clothes. The short amount of time he'd seen Bob naked when he'd first been brought back to life, Harry had been too distracted with worry and the need to care for the man's injuries, not to mention grief for Kendra. Now it was time to explore and learn the body he'd yearned for for so long.
Harry pulled away and stood up. Bob was breathing heavily and gave a discontented groan at Harry's unexpected departure. Harry just smiled and held out his hand to help Bob to his feet. "Come on. Take off your shoes and socks." Harry did the same as Bob complied.
First, Harry moved the coffee table aside, leaving plenty of room on the sheepskin rug in front of the sofa. Then, he stood facing Bob and cupped his face in his hands, lightly kissed him and ran his fingers through Bob's hair. Harry marveled at how soft it was. He pulled loose the tie around Bob's neck and dropped it on the sofa. He undid the top two buttons of his shirt and lightly brushed his fingertips along the newly exposed skin.
Bob tried to control his breathing but found it difficult as his body reacted to Harry's attention. He reached out and pulled Harry to him, burying his face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, kissing and nibbling. It felt strange at first. During his first lifetime, he'd been considered a very tall man, the average man's height being somewhat shorter then today's average. Since the age of seventeen, he'd never held anyone even close to his own height, much less taller. Harry was at least five inches taller than he was. It was... intriguing.
Harry pushed Bob back to his original position. He placed a finger on Bob's mouth to silence the protest he could see coming. Then he raised Bob's left hand and undid the button on the cuff. He raised the hand to his mouth and kissed the palm and the inside of the wrist. He lowered that hand to Bob's side and did the same with the right hand. He could hear Bob's contented sigh as he gave a final nuzzle to his wrist before lowering it, too, to Bob's side.
Starting at the top, Harry began to slowly unbutton Bob's shirt. Bob reached up to help, but Harry gently took his hands and placed them back at his sides. When there was only one button left, Bob reached up to lift Harry's shirt. Again, Harry returned his hands to his sides. At Bob's petulant look, Harry leaned forward with a mischievous smile, kissed him on the tip of his nose and whispered, "Indulge me."
Unable to help himself, Bob smiled and let Harry do as he wished. He was tempted to close his eyes, but he chose to watch Harry instead. The look of tenderness on his face was intoxicating.
Harry removed Bob's shirt and tossed it on to the sofa. He began to run his fingertips, feather light, along Bob's arms. He slowly walked around Bob, mapping his back and shoulders with his fingertips. Bob was in fantastic shape. Lean, but muscular. In a wrestling match between the two of them, Harry wasn't sure if he stood much of a chance, and he couldn't wait to find out. Fingertips still tracing delicate meaningless patterns, he came back around to Bob's front. By this time they were both sporting a definite bulge in both their pants. Harry leaned in close, carding his fingers through the silvery gray curls on Bob's chest. He began to nibble at Bob's ear lobe and whisper little things he'd like to do to him that left Bob blushing and eager.
After a few more moments of feather light touches and teasing, Harry dropped to his knees in front of Bob. He slowly began to unbuckle Bob's belt. Once he'd pulled the belt loose, he placed both hands on Bob's hips. He began nuzzling and rubbing his face against the bulge in his pants, much like a cat rubs it's cheek against it's owner, marking them as his. Bob groaned, his erection becoming painfully constrained by his slacks.
Harry pulled back and undid Bob's button and zip. He slid his pants down to his ankles, leaving his black boxer-briefs in place for the moment. They were a snug fit even when Bob wasn't aroused. Now, the tight fit left little to the imagination. Harry lightly ran his finger tips up and down the bulge, caressing it and licking his lips in anticipation. He could feel his own erection throbbing and begging for attention, but he wanted to take his time. He brought his mouth to the clearly defined tip of Bob's penis and began sucking through the material of his briefs. He could hear Bob's breath hitch as his hips thrust forward, nearly knocking him over. Harry grabbed his ass for balance and decided he rather liked having his hands full of Bob's ass. So he kept them there, kneading and massaging the pliant flesh.
Bob began making needy little whimpering sounds. His breath came in tiny rapid pants. He worried his lower lip with his teeth as he tried desperately to maintain control. But control was no easy thing when Harry was lightly nibbling and gnawing up and down the length of his penis. Then he was back up at the tip, once again sucking. And the bastard still hadn't removed Bob's briefs. "Harry,please." he begged, though he wasn't exactly sure what he was begging for.
Harry gave Bob's groin one last nuzzle before pulling back. He slowly peeled the black briefs off his hips onto his thighs, allowing his penis to pop free. Harry sat back on his heels, admiring the long, uncut shaft standing at full mast. He glanced up at Bob's face. His eyes were shut tight, his hands clenched at his sides. Harry pulled the briefs down Bob's legs to join the pants around his ankles. He tapped Bob's foot. He got the message and, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders for balance, lifted each foot so Harry could remove the clothing completely.
"Lie down." Harry said softly as he gently tugged Bob towards the floor.
When Bob was lying on his back, comfortably sunk into the sheepskin rug, Harry stood and slowly began removing his own clothing. Knowing that Bob was watching his every move, he took his time.
"Harry Dresden, you're killing me." Bob groaned.
"Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac, don't you think?" Harry said, smiling wickedly down at Bob.
Bob didn't say anything. He just smiled back as he remembered Harry's recent overdose of a true aphrodisiac. He wondered if he could reproduce Harry's mistake, though perhaps not as strong. After all, what's the point if you can't remember anything the next day.
Once he was naked, Harry lowered himself to lie along Bob's side. He leaned over and began kissing him, gently exploring his mouth. At first, he didn't touch in any other way. Then, as the kiss deepened, he brought one hand up to lightly brush his fingers up and down Bob's torso. In response, tiny, needy moans escaped Bob and his hands began to caress Harry and pull him closer.
No longer able to restrain himself, Harry crawled up to lie on top of Bob. When their balls bumped and their erections pressed together, Bob gasped and froze. He shut his eyes tight and practically stopped breathing. Concerned, Harry started to ease back, but Bob grabbed him and slammed their bodies back together. "Don't." Bob whispered.
Harry tried to be still and whispered back, "Are you ok? I thought you'd done this before."
Bob swallowed hard. "Never without clothing. Never flesh to flesh. The only time we removed our clothing was when my Master penetrated me, and then it was just enough to get it out of the way. In my day, it was considered unhealthy to remove your clothing. Even making love to a woman, you were expected to keep your underclothing on. We even bathed with our clothes on. It wasn't until I met and married my Winefried that I began to sleep without clothing, at her coaxing I might add. A male body feels very different from a woman's." While sharing this bit of information, Bob had begun to slowly undulate beneath Harry, who responded in kind.
Breathing heavily, Harry said with a grin, "Bob, only you would give a lecture in the middle of sex."
At that, they both started laughing. "Old habits die hard." Bob responded.
"If we don't shut up and get a move on, I'm gonna die hard." Harry growled. With that Harry attacked Bob's mouth, preventing him from saying anything else. They ground into each other, hands touching and teasing. Bob moaned in protest as Harry left his mouth and began to trail kisses down his throat and upper chest. He hissed when Harry bite down slightly and pulled one of Bob's nipples with his teeth, but he had a look of sheer ecstasy as Harry nibbled and tongued that tender bit of flesh. Bob carded his fingers into Harry's hair and lightly pulled. Judging from the moans that issued from him, Harry liked it.
After several minutes of writhing on the floor in a tangle of long limbs and eager hands, they both began to move with frantic energy and mutter incoherently. Bob uttered curses in Olde English and cried Harry's name in a pleading tone as he came. Harry had been muttering Bob's name under his breath, over and over, until several seconds later when he too came. But he hadn't been saying Bob, he'd been saying Hrothbert. When Bob realized this, he cupped Harry's face in his hands and looked him in the eyes. He had no words to express what he felt to hear Harry say his name at such a time. He pulled Harry to him and hugged him tight, as if the world would end if he let go.
They lay on the floor for quite a while whispering endearments and drinking each other in. Finally, Harry sat up and began coaxing Bob to get up as well. "Come on, we have things to do."
Exasperated, Bob groaned as he, too, sat up. "Like what? Pray tell. I was rather enjoying the afterglow." He tried to pull Harry back down. "Please, tell me why we can't just enjoy the afterglow."
Chuckling, Harry fought Bob's attempts to drag him down and said, "Because, first we're going to shower, then we're going to go get the jeep, and then I'm taking you out on a date. A real dinner and a movie date."
"Really, Harry. You don't need to seduce me. I'm obviously already your's." He allowed Harry to draw him to his feet.
Grinning, Harry pulled Bob into his arms. "You're mine, I'm your's, and all is right with the world." He kissed Bob, soft and gentle. Then said, "But, seduction is not the only reason for dates. I want you to experience the things you were never able to experience before."
"I'd rather experience you." Bob purred and leered at him.
"Oh, don't worry, you will." Harry laughed as he spun Bob around, lightly pushed him toward the stairs and then slapped him on the ass.
(To Be Continued.)