Strawberry Reservoir

Fanfiction co-written with Silesia.
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Strawberry reservoir


"Strawberry reservoir, Sir" the taxi cab announced, nodding towards the Visitors Center.

The massive building was perfectly incorporated in the natural scenery surrounding it. There were birds singing throughout the hills and trees. During the flight, he had browsed some brochures about the place. The wonderful photos had been enough to have him craving to see it. It wasn't as beautiful as Australia, but they could go fishing, as right in the middle of the natural area there was a huge lake. Or even better, they could have a quiet walk in the forest.

Smiling, Dave opened the door and askee tae taxi cab to wait for him. He could still use his help, as he wasn't used to walk into a forest with his bags and the huge box which contained Sean's present.

"Mr Bean is not here, Sir" the woman at the reception told him with a kind smile. Then she handed him a map and a key. "But he told us about your arrival. So there's the key to his chalet, and a map, so that it'll be easy for you to reach it".

"Thank you" Dave smiled at her. Noticing just then that she was looking at him as if he was some sort of a ghost. With his blondish hair tousled, a pair of black jeans, and a plain blue shirt, he looked much like one of the characters he'd portrayed years ago. The scruffy Diver Dan of Seachange. As he was trying to remember if in Utah they had seen Seachange, the woman shyly handed him ttlettle book and a pen.

"Could you..." she started, blushing and lowering her eyes.

"Sure!" Dave said in a kind voice. Fans are a great thing. Especially when they aren't screaming banshees ready to jump on you. "What's your name?"

"K-kelly..."

"Well... 'To Kelly with love--David Wenham' " he said, scribbling the dedication on the paper. "Here. It's been a pleasure".

And with that he was gone, eager to have a shower and change his clothes.

Half an hour later he had already hidden the bulky box and was tentatively putting one hand under the water, just to see if the water was warm enough. A hot shower was the first thing he needed after such a long flight. Hissing softly, he soon closed his eyes and started to relax as drops of hot water ran on the tanned skin of his chest. Wondrous. Simply wondrous.

In the meantime, just outside the chalet, a very rushed Sean was in the meantime fumbling in his pocket for the keys. He had wished to be there to welcome Dave's arrival, but of course the director had detained him on the set for a good twenty minutes after they'd finished the morning takes, so he was pretty sure to be late already. If nothing else, now he had a couple of free days ahead. Indeed he and Dave had a lot of catching up to do.

Grinning to himself at the thought, he finally managed to open the door and slip inside. The two small bags abandoned in the hallway to the lounge told him that yes, David was there already. Swallowing nervously he rid himself of the jacket and put the keys next to the cordless phone on a small shelf, his pulse quickening. He could hear a faint pelting of water coming from the bathroom. Shower. Dave was having a shower.

A stark naked Dave was having a shower in his bathroom.

He walked to the bedroom almost hesitantly, and once there he sat on the bed, facing the bathroom door, not daring to knock or to disturb his guest in any way. When the pelting ceased, he took a deep breath and shifted uneasily. Must stay calm, he mentally reminded to himself. Must stay calm.

Unaware of his presence, Dave wrapped a towel around his waist, while energetically brushing his short hair. Luckily enough, the whole chalet was warm and cozy so that he wasn't uncomfortable in walking around half naked.

Opening the bathroom door, he found himself holding his breath as he met a pair of quite beautiful green eyes. Sean. Clearing his throat a little awkwardly, he hurried himself to settle his hair in place with his hands. Smiling at him.

"Sean! I hadn't noticed that you were here already!"

For a few moments all Sean did was grin at the other man in what, he assumed, was a quite idiotic manner. Then he cleared his throat as well, and stood up. He had to fight the urge to offer Dave his hand.

"I was meaning to be here to welcome you, but then I was kept for way longer than I planned."

Dave nodded wordlessly.

For a split second Sean panicked. Not silence, he thought, anything but silence. How could it be possible that they were together for maybe a minute and things were already getting awkward? It had never happened before. But now that they were facing each other, their secrets unfolded, it was all different. No matter what was to happen, things would never be the same between them. Not since now both knew.
At least he was still able to look into Dave's pale blue eyes. And such bright eyes they were. Even brighter than he could remember.

"I've missed you."

Four simple words, and Dave was smiling again. Brightly this time. He would have never told it loudly, yet he was craving to hear Sean say something like that. Something meaning to show him that he was indeed glad of his presence there. During his flight he had tried to do anything but think about their meeting. His worse nightmare was that Sean would have laughed. Laughed at his feelings, so shamefully exposed to him. Dave knew that he could never do such a thing, yet one can't stop imagination from playing games to you.

"I've missed you, too. Very much" he said in a husky voice. "You don't have to worry, I knew you'd be working. In the meanwhile I've had a shower as you can see. And... now we're together..."

Without uttering another word, and without averting his eyes, Sean nodded slowly; then he took a couple of steps towards Dave. So close they were, that the fabric of his sweater was brushing against the younger man's bare chest. Not a moment later, a bundle of damp aussie was already gathered in his arms, and his face buried between Dave's neck and shoulder. It felt good. Almost too good. And Dave's own scent, even if mingled with that of the soap, was something he couldn't quite get enough of. It reminded him of the ocean.

"I've been looking forward to this day for I don't know how long" Sean said suddenly, drawing back to meet pale blue eyes. "I'm glad you're here. How did the trip go? No problems to find the place, I trust?"

"No, that girl at the reception has been so kind to give me a map" Dave answered with a smile.

Relief. So much so that he wanted to jump around like a fool. Sean wanted him. He really did. And he was doing nothing wrong, not at all. For once all of his fears and doubts had been pushed aside. Just a caring gesture and he was already feeling the happiest man on Earth. It had never happened with Kate.

The damp towel he was using to dry his hair was soon thrown away. Not a moment later, his arms were already circling Sean's waist.

"It's beautiful here. It seems... home to me. We could go fishing one of these days, or...walking, or we could idle in here for the whole day... "

"Sounds good" Sean murmured, hinting one of his characteristic sly smiles. The feel of Dave's hands on him, of his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, was frighteningly intense. Sean realized only then how acutely aware of that closeness he actually was. All he could feel was Dave's chest and groin clinging to his, and his arms around him. All he could smell was Dave's own scent, mingled with the faint undercurrent of his Burberrys shower gel. All he could hear was Dave's steady breathing, ghosting over his mouth and chin. All he could see were pale blue eyes.

Sean's right hand reached for the nape of Dave's neck, trapping a fistful of damp, blondish hair within. Without really thinking, he closed his eyes. And still without thinking he kissed him a mere moment later, eagerly and demandingly at once, his free hand setting on the small of Dave's back.

Taken slightly aback by his fervor, the younger man tensed. Unable to let go and kiss him fully. It lasted but a moment, then he slightly opened his lips to grant his tongue access. Moaning softly as he felt his groin growing harder and brushing against the damp towel.

He had imagined it to be different, somehow. Sean's lips were hot, while the women he had kissed usually had soft, fresh and inviting mouths. And his taste. Dave had imagined him to taste differently. Maybe because he was a man, he thought he should be less sweet. Yet he couldn't complain.

And he kissed him back. Tasting. Savoring. Actually ravishing his mouth.

Obviously not expecting such a heated response, Sean couldn't hold back a muffled groan of combined delight and surprise. God, the man could definitely kiss. His head was already starting to spin, his knees turning to jelly. And he was starting to feel indeed uncomfortable in his jeans by then.

Without further ado he just gave in to the kiss, his fingers sliding underneath the fabric of the towel to brush the upper curve of Dave's buttocks. Not daring to descend further, no matter how much he was craving to. To scare Dave off straight-away wouldn't have been the most brilliant idea.

When the kiss was eventually broken Sean was panting softly, his voice low and slightly husky. "Stop me.."

A similarly shaken Dave looked straight in his eyes. The feel of his hands on his buttocks wasn't unpleasant. At all. Just... scary somehow. He'd never been that kind of guy, and now he didn't know if he would be able to let go completely. Sean was the one he had learned to love. The one who'd never hurt him, Dave was well aware of that. Yet there was no turning back. If they'd end up making love, everything would change.

"I don't want you to stop" he finally managed to mutter. Mentally repeating himself that he was a sissy and a damned stupid. "But...I-I'm scared..."

Sean smiled gently in response, tilting his head to the side, and let go of Dave's hair in order to reach and stroke his cheek. "I know." he whispered, without breaking eye contact. Then he retreated his hands and took a step backwards, yanking off both his sweater and his T-shirt, hurling them away.

"You be in charge then," he offered, the smile slowly turning into a grin. Said that, he took one of Dave's hands into his, and brought it to the fastening of his jeans. "I'm at your mercy from now on."

Not used to his passivity, Dave took his time to study both Sean and the situation. He didn't know what to do, but it shouldn't be difficult if you let go. Relax. The only thing he needed was to relax, and then he would do only what he felt like doing. Closing his eyes, he brought his free hand to Sean's chest, amazed at the strength he found there. His smooth skin was hot and soft. A little smile curved his lips just then. Good.
In the meanwhile his other hand was unbuttoning his jeans, letting them pool at his feet as soon as he'd finished. It probably wasn't polite and romantic at all, but his eyes roamed all over his body then. From his broad shoulders to his flat stomach. And then further down, to the prominent bulge encased in a black pair of boxers.
"Why don't we...lay down?"

Nodding, Sean led him to the wide bed and lay down, waiting for him to do the same. As soon as Dave was settled, he instantly wrapped his arms around him, rolling onto his side in order to face him, and grinned again.

"I know you're in charge, but I was wondering.. maybe you'd be so kind to allow me.." As he spoke, his right hand slowly trailed a path of caresses down the younger man's back, and then loosened towetowel still wrapped around his waist. "You know, allow me to see you," Sean went on seductively, matching the request with a gentle bite to Dave's lower lip. "and maybe even.. taste you, if you want me to."

Swallowing a moan, Dave instantly brought both hands to the back of Sean’s head. Just to be sure that he wouldn’t retreat from him. He couldn’t bear such a loss. Quite strangely, he wasn’t feeling awkward in being naked under his scrutiny. The only thing he was able to focus on was his mouth. And his hands of course. His long fingers igniting fires wherever they touched him.

"You can do anything you want..." he said on his lips. "I don't want to be in charge. I want you to show me...how wonderful it can be...I want you to...make love to me, Sean. Now I'm sure. I'm sure it'll be good as you could never hurt me, I can see it in your eyes..."

"I don't want to" Sean whispered, while ridding him of the towel. When he felt Dave's hot skin, at last, replacing the cotton of the cloth against his groin and thighs, he couldn't help but close his eyes. He thrust his hips forward almost out of reflex, as if wanting to feel even more of him, hissing softly at the burning friction. In his whole life, he had never wanted anyone else with such intensity.

"Let me" he wheezed then, slipping a hand between their twined bodies, and reaching for Dave's groin. Remarkable, he could say, even though in fact he had yet to see him properly. What he could feel there said enough.

Sean's fingers wrapped around his lover's straining erection at once, as he slowly trailed fiery kisses and light bites all the way to Dave's neck and shoulders, lingering to lick and tease with utter dedication once he'd reached a firm nipple.

A much louder moan escaped Dave's lips at such ministrations. He had to close his eyes in order to try and restrain himself. His hands gripping at the sheets almost of their own will. He didn't want to seem to eager, and he couldn't act as a youngster at his first date. After all he was a grown man!

Hissing softly when Sean's teeth grazed his sensitive skin, Dave twined his fingers in his hair. Already panting.

"Yes...don't stop...don't ever stop..."

"Not planning to" Sean answered against his skin, in a barely audible whisper.
He was gorgeous, his Dave. All his, now that he was so willingly yielding himself to him, he was thoroughly his at least for the time being. Sean didn't know what was to come after that, and he didn't even want to know; he reckoned it wasn't a matter of importance. That single moment itself was enough to make it all worth. Dave's moans and sighs were, the way his body tensed and quaked and reacted to his touch was.

Sean's hand was still enclosing the younger man's erection, though without moving at all. He only squeezed almost imperceptibly now and then, or reached to circle the head with his thumb, delighting in the way Dave shuddered in response to such treatment.

Concentrating on the already over-sensitized nipple he had been teasing for quite a while, Sean gave it a last, lingering lap before to move downwards, to Dave's belly, following a trail of reddish hair. Once he'd reached his navel, he drew slightly back and raised his eyes. And he had the chance to see him properly for the first time, in all his glory and flushed cheeks, David Wenham. Naked in his bed, so lewdly abandoned, and unquestionably quite aroused indeed. His lover.

"You're even more fuckable than I thought, I must say." Sean stated, a sly grin on his face. Then, without notice and with quite some relish, he drooped and took the tip of Dave's shaft into his mouth, sucking vehemently for a few moments before drawing back again.

Sean found a quite flushed and heavily panting Dave staring at him with wide eyes. Of all things, he wasn't surely waiting to feel his lover that much. But what he was experiencing now went beyond lust. Beyond anything he had felt in past. Every breath, every move, every whisper and word seemed amplified to the younger man. He'd never been so affected by a woman. Not once.

One of his hands then descended to caress Sean's hair, his eyes fixed into his green opals. When they reached their target, he didn't push him down. Nor had he urged him to continue what he was doing. He just stared at him, as his long fingers tangled in his short, fair hair. It was sweet and intense. And he liked it a whole lot.

"I don't see you as a mere fuckable object" he said softly. His hand reaching the nape of his neck. "I trust you. And you can't imagine what I'm feeling right now..."

Sean stared back for quite some moments, straight into Dave's eyes, until his lips curved into a small smile. He said nothing in response, but the look on his face was significant enough: what he felt for Dave ran way deeper than lust, and he certainly didn't see him as a sexual object. By no means, yet there was no need to say it out loud.

Then he was dipping again, now to kiss all the way from Dave's inner thigh to his groin, his eyes closed. This time he didn't take him in his mouth straight away, but took his time to learn every single inch of him. Kissing, licking and grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh in mock bites, from base to tip and then back again, until he felt he could take no more teasing. He wanted more. Both did, he could tell from how wonderfully his lover was responding to his ministrations, from the way he tugged impatiently at his hair now and then.

Glancing up, Sean couldn't suppress a shiver when he found a pair of heavy-lidded blue eyes staring back at him. Without averting his gaze, he swirled his tongue slowly around the tip of Dave's impossibly hard erection, spreading the droplets of moisture leaking from the slit. And he lowered himself on him, at last, taking him halfway in. Then he let him slip out, and took him in again the next moment, this time matching the operation with a gene app application of tongue and mild suction, until he felt the tip pressing down the back of his throat. Imposing himself not to gag, he drew back slowly and lowered himself again for a few times, Dave's soft moans and gasps threatening to drive him insane.

"I want you."

"I want you, too. And quite badly" was all Dave managed to mutter. Finding it difficult to utter those words. Anything was difficult as he felt his brain turned into mush. He knew that if he'd try to stand up right now, he'd end up on the floor. Knees giving away and a hot, pulsing erection screaming for release. Dave wasn't sure he could think clearly by then. The only thing he was sure of was that he needed to be fulfilled, and he was well aware that Sean was pushing aside his needs just to make him feel comfortable. It was not right.

Gently tugging at his hair, he forced him to crawl his way up and face him. And then he kissed him. Passionately. Meaning to show him the intensity of his desire for him.

Sean's reaction to the kiss was immediate, and just as fierce. It was pure, absolute bliss. And his Dave was responding splendidly, everything was just perfect.
During the previous days, whilst waiting impatiently for that meeting, Sean had feared that Dave could have in the meantime changed his mind about the whole matter, that he could have been not ready yet. Or, worse, not really wanting that to happen. But he had been wrong. Dave was wanting it as much as he did, and again there was no need to say it out loud. He could feel it clearly enough. And it wasn't a matter of raging lust or rather maicenicent hard-ons. It was something way more comprehensive than that, each and every sense involved. He could feel it, see it, smell it, hear it, and even taste it in Dave's mouth. He tasted like need.

Without breaking the kiss, Sean reached beneath the younger man with both hands, cupping his buttocks and squeezing gently. Then came the hardest part. Hardest, because he didn't want to hurt Dave at all. And hardest because by then it was taking him a bit of an effort to restrain himself.

"I wish to see your face when I take you" Sean panted on his mouth in between kisses, not wanting to stop. Not even for a moment. "if it doesn't.. embarrass you.."

"Go ahead" was the only thing he managed to mutter before their mouths collided again. Dave didn't feel uncomfortable in letting him see his face. No, he wasn't uncomfortable at all with Sean. From the moment they'd kissed, he had been aware that something had changed. It would change anyway, no matter how scared he was about the whole thing. But he'd do anything in his power to be sure that Sean would remain by his side. The only thing he wanted was to stay with him. After so long, finally it seemed that anything was right again. He felt good.

Though reluctantly, Sean had to finally break the kiss in order to reach for the night stand and open the drawer. No way they could do that dry, unless he wanted to really hurt Dave. Which he definitely didn't. Just the thought horrified him. Once he'd managed to locate and grab the small tube, he drew himself up to kneel in between Dave's thighs and gave him what, he hoped, was a reassuring smile.

"Just tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop at once" he said, while squeezing some lubricant onto his fingers. Then he reached down below, in between the cleft of Dave's firm, perfect buttocks, and spread the slippery moisture there as carefully as he could, lingering to circle the tight entrance for some moments. He smiled again.

"Relax, love."

He squeezed yet a bit more lube out on his fingers, before getting back to business. Better be safe. This time he pushed a slippery finger slightly inside, just up to the first knuckle, all the while staring at Dave's face for any sign of discomfort. He was tense, yes, awfully tense. But not in pain, and that was at least a good start. A little encouraged by what he was seeing he pushed further in, then pulled out slowly and went back in, a little deeper every time, probing gently. It didn't take long before his finger was easily accepted. Good.

"It's.. odd, isn't it?"

Nodding wordlessly, Dave just stared at him. Gripping at the sheets and trying to relax.

Relax. Stay relaxed. Quiet and relaxed. Enjoy it. Relax.

The key was the concentration. He wasn't a sheep and he knew that to be tense meant being hurt. And it wouldn't be Sean's fault. He was being wonderful, helping him a whole lot. When he'd thought about it, Dave had always believed that it'd be different. Of all things he wasn't waiting all those tender words and gestures. Sean's behavior was contributing a greatl tol to his enjoyment.

He wasn't uncomfortable. He felt invaded. Spread apart. Stretched.
The initial burning friction was soon turning into something more and more pleasurable.

"I didn't think it would be...like that..."

"No?" Sean demanded softly, without actually waiting for an answer. "It'll get better in a while, I know it may feel a bit odd now. You only have to get used to it, I swear it'll feel wonderful. Just.. just trust me." He hinted another small smile. Just then he added another finger to the first one, ever so carefully, stopping at once when he felt him stiffen. As soon as Dave seemed to relax, he pushed a little further. In the meantime, to help him focusing on something other than the violating digits, Sean let his free hand wander on Dave's flat stomach and belly, slithering all the way down to his thighs and then in between them. There he took it slow, gently cupping and fondling his sac as his fingers below were finally sliding easily in and out of his body. He felt wonderful, hot and slick. And tight. The mere thought was enough to make Sean shudder helplessly. He was feeling almost giddy by then. Being so caught up in trying to make it as easy as possible for Dave, he had even forgotten about himself and his own body. His head was still spinning, his breathing was now quick and shallow, his lasting erection hurt like hell. But it was well worth.

"I think you're ready now.." he said hoarsely, while reaching for the small tube in order to coat himself as well. "Any afterthoughts?"

Eyeing Sean's hands as he carefully spread the lube on his shaft, Dave licked his lips in a quite impatient fashion. He could never stop. Not now that the thing was becoming more and more interesting. His eyes were glued to the scene displaying in front of him. The most enticing he'd ever seen. Dave's erection twitched instinctively as he witnessed the way Sean's fingers were moving on the now shimmering skin of his groin.

Inside of him, a turmoil of emotions threatened to overwhelm him. There was no turning back. And the thought himself was scary. Yet he felt ready. He wanted to feel him move into his body. Lust. Fear. Unrestrained desire. A dangerous mix, indeed.
"Go ahead. I want to..."

Staring straight into Dave's eyes, Sean hooked the hollows of his knees, then pushed them back towards his chest for a better access. Leaning forward, he pressed the tip of his shaft against his lover's entrance, and paused. Not breaking eye contact for a second. Not even when he trust his hips slightly forward, and felt himself being taken in by that wondrous, tight heat. He gasped raggedly, and still had the presence of mind to halt for a few moments when he saw Dave's eyes grow wider. Not a sound of discomfort had escaped his lips, but Sean thought it better to stop anyway; to give his lover the chance to get accustomed to the new sensation and to his size, if not else. He was not even halfway in yet, actually, but it was no matter. He was shaking with the effort of remaining still, but it was no matter.

"You--you all right?" he managed to pant, "Does it hurt?"

"Just a little..." Dave murmured at him.

Without even noticing, his hands were clutching at Sean's forearms. As if searching for something to hold on to.

At the beginning the stinging and burning sensation had been almost unbearable. Two fingers alone couldn't compare Sean's massive erection. Thus he had tightened his muscles, just to relax as soon as he'd realized that it would have been worse. Now, with Sean completely still, Dave had his time to adjust to his size and to welcome more of him. It was glaring the effort his lover was doing not to hurt him. Sean wanted him. Badly.

A veil of sweat was covering his forehead and upper lip. Yet he forced himself to smile when he spoke.

"Don't stop. Go ahead and...lean on me. I want to kiss you..."

Doing as he'd said Sean leaned forward, paying attention not to crush his lover's still remarkably hard shaft with his weight. He caught Dave's mouth at once, hungrily, biting his lips and the tip of his tongue, pushing himself further in at the same time. As slowly as he could, soft moans and gasps choked into the kiss, until at last -- at last -- he was in to the hilt. It felt too wonderful, too breathtaking for words.
Sean waited then, struggling to open his eyes and not just give in to the overwhelming need to pull back and thrust in, over and over, into the welcoming warmth of his lover's perfect body. He started rocking his hips in small circles instead, fixing cloudy green eyes into Dave's blue ones, tiny droplets of peratiration sliding down his back. Somehow, he mad tod to hint a smile in between ragged pants.

"Love you"

At such words Dave's eyes widened in surprise. Sean had never said it aloud to him. Yet it was as if he'd always known it, right from the start. It was clearly shown by his green eyes, and his actions and moves had been enough to make him understand. Thus he had to smile, too.

"Love you too" he murmured.

His hands then caressed his skin, from his forearms to his shoulders. While one rested there, the other traveled up, until he reached the nape of Sean's neck. Fondling him with utter dedication.

But he had to stop when his lover's shaft hit something inside of him. It was pure bliss. Dave's eyes unfocused and he had to groan out loudly. Never had he experienced such a pleasure. Now his body was trembling and his hands were gripping at Sean. It was reacting of his own will. Odd.

"That's it" Sean moaned on his mouth, clearly thrilled by the way he'd reacted. Now things were getting interesting, and all he wanted in the world was to hear Dave making more of those beautiful sounds, to see him undone and writhing beneath him in the throes of pleasure.

Finally pulling back, Sean shifted the angle slightly before to thrust in again, just to be sure to hit that spot again. Hit, that was the word. Not just brush or touch or graze, but hit. He wanted Dave to feel for himself how good it could get so he thrust in hard, quickly. Picking up a relentlessly fast pace at once, a low growl burst from the back of his throat at the burning pleasure. At last.

Almost screaming, Dave dug his fingers in Sean's shoulders. Every coherent thought had been deleted as he had started to stimulate mercilessly the newly discovered spot inside of him. God, it felt wonderful. Kate had never been remarkable concerning sexual matters, but he'd never thought it could be so breathtaking and intense.
Soon, his erection started to th, bh, begging for release. All Dave could do was lower one of his hands and wrap his fingers around the engorged shaft. Hissing at that contact, and biting down Sean's shoulder in order to stifle much louder moans and groans. Panting helplessly.

Sean growled softly at the mild pain, but didn't protest; he had other and more important matters to think about, while he still could, than a sore shoulder. Still pounding into his lover's glowing body as hard and fast as he could, he reachedweenween their stomachs and brushed Dave's hand away. The next moment he was replacing it with his own, and starting to pump in time to his deep lunges, balancing his weight on the other arm.

So good. Sean's whole body started to twitch helplessly as his orgasm drew closer and closer, his moans increasing and getting louder. Come, he mentally begged Dave, please come. He didn't know how much more he could take.
"Oh God, please come" he wheezed under his breath, without actually realizing he was saying it out loud.

David didn't need any further encouragement. Both Sean's frenzied pace and his hand managed to have him undone within seconds. And then he came. Throwing his head back on the pillow. Actually screaming his release as gushes of thick liquid spilled from his shaft. He had his eyes closed and an expression of total ecstasy had taken over his features. The vision itself was shattering.

Soon, he even felt him pumping his seed inside his body. It was odd somehow. Yet he was so totally spent that he was not even able to move his arms, still wrapped around his shoulders. Trying to regain his breath.

Aside from the intense heaving of his chest, a panting Sean was unmoving on top of him, totally abandoned. He had his eyes closed, his face buried in Dave's neck. And a silly, content smile on his lips.

"Seems like you need another shower" he chuckled somewhat breathlessly, still without moving. "We both do." He was well aware that they were covered in sweat, their bellies sticky with Dave's come. He didn't need to look. And he didn't even care, really, it was too good to be there in his arms to worry about such earthy details. Not after he'd waited for that moment for so long, for months, and now he didn't want to ever let him go. He would have gladly spent even the whole day just lazing in bed with him. When he finally decided to move, all he did was pull himself out very carefully, before to finally raise his head and meet Dave's sleepy eyes. "You should see yourself right now, you're quite a sight indeed.." he teased playfully, tilting his head to the side. "Was it good?"

A smiling Dave opened his eyes in a quite sleepy fashion. Glancing up at his lover with a faintly amused expression on his features.

How could he ask him such a thing? Wasn't it clear enough?

Naively, he'd always thought that Sean wasn't that kind of man. Yet he was wrong. He needed to be reassured. He had doubts and fears. As everyone else. He was human. His Sean.

"It's been...wonderful. Fantastic...and you've been...great" he said, brushing aside a lock of hair from his forehead. "And...I meant it when I told you that I love you..."

Sean couldn't help but smile. No, he'd never had doubts about that. "I know." he said softly, still staring intently at Dave's flushed face. "I meant it, too. I love you." He reached to kiss him then, very slowly and affectionately, holding his face into his hands all the while.

When they parted, though, Sean was grinning in a less than reassuring way. "Can you cook?"

"Yes, but I prefer when they cook for me" Dave grinned back. Pinching Sean's cheek in an affectionate way.

Just then he remembered that it was Valentine’s day. "Well Happy Valentine's, my love. What do you have in mind for tonight? I'd say we both need a shower right now. Then we should eat something, and spend our afternoon idling in bed...Does it suit you? We have a lot of catching up to do...."

"Indeed we do.." Sean nodded, while untangling himself from Dave's arms and climbing off him to sit on the bed. He couldn't help but snicker faintly upon glancing down to his stomach and thighs, before to look amusedly at his lover. Just a bit messy, he'd say.

"Well, about the food.." he said, struggling to keep a straight face, "we'll cook together if you don't have any objections, it might even be fun. Though.. err.." and here he had to stop for a moment, but despite all his huge efforts he had to snicker again. He couldn't help it. "I don't think I'd trust an aussie with my oh-so-English chocolate pudding, so I shall take care of it personally. If you don't mind, love."

Pretending to be utterly annoyed by his words, a quite amused Dave pouted. He was an actor, after all. And a quite good one, too. Feigning offense, he stood up. Without looking at his lover. Turning to look at him, he made a mocking face. Then he ran to the bathroom, followed by a certain grinning English man. Who was probably meaning to teach him another lesson.

Under the shower, in factey mey made love anew. Trying to learn each and every inch of their bodies. As if there wasn't a tomorrow.


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Their meal was a really quiet one. As foreseen by Sean, they had a lot of fun in cooking together. Indeed they were a well assorted couple. So much so that it felt as if they were together from ages. Complicity was the key.

After their lunch, they settled the dishes into the dishwasher. Together. Dave then dragged Sean to the wide bed, and lay down. Turning on his side to be able to look at him properly. Indeed they had a lot of catching up to do. In fact they talked almost for the whole afternoon. Laughing. Snogging. Almost crying when Dave explained to Sean how Kate was trying to separate him from their daughter Eliza Jane.

It was already dark outside when Sean, outstretched on the bed with his head resting on Dave's stomach, raised his eyes to look at him. "You hungry, Davey?" he demanded in a very sluggish fashion, hinting a half smile. "I think I might be, though I wouldn't mind to just laze here with you for a couple of days…just the two of us, a bed.. and a large provision of K-Y of course." he chuckled, stretching a bit. "Sounds good to me. C'mon, kick my big English arse out of the bed."

Stifling a laugh, Dave stretched as well. Jumping out of bed a moment later. He looked around just a bit before to localize his boxers, which lay abandoned on the wooden floor. Only when he had jeans and underwear on, the man shifted his attention to Sean. His hair tousled and his chest still bare.

"C'mon lazy English man" he mocked. Actually taking hold of Sean's arm and tugging impatiently at him. "Stand up. Let's go cooking our Valentine's dinner..."

Groaning out his despair, Sean allowed his lover to drag him up. As soon as he was standing on his feet he trapped the younger man within his arms, drooping to nibble his neck and shoulders playfully, while dragging him out of the room. They had to halt only in order to pick up Sean's clothes, which he put on once in the kitchen. He set the table then, while Dave was busy taking care of the vegetables.

Slicing his carrots and zucchini, Dave smiled to himself. He seemed utterly concentrated on his task. Nothing could be further from the truth. Since he had bought Sean's present, he had been asking himself if he would like it. Valentine's had always been his weak point. All he knew was that it had to be a romantic present. Easy to say, but it had been so difficult to find the right thing!

A huge box lie hidden under their bed. Dave had thought it the safer place, where Sean would never find it. And he was planning to give him at the end of the dinner. Or maybe it was better before the dessert? They could also drink some champagne. Or maybe some wine..

Once he was finished arranging everything on the table, Sean sprinted out of the room. He was back a couple of minutes later with a candelabra and a red candle, which were promptly set on the center of the small table. Just like earlier that day, they cooked together. Dave had quite a hard time trying to figure out how his so carefully sliced carrots inexplicably disappeared every time he turned his back, only to discover that Sean was struggling to keep a straight face. And chewing very discreetly, only when he thought not to be seen. The devious scalawag.

About an hour later dinner was served, and Sean's chocolate pudding was baking in the oven. In fact, he'd solemnly explained to Dave that it was something to die for if served hot, with just a dollop of whipped cream. Maybe they could eat it in front of the fireplace, matched with a glass of champagne. Oh yes, perfect.

As soon as they'd finished eating, Dave smiled at Sean from his seat. During their dinner he'd thought that it would have been beautiful to give him his present and then snuggle in front of the fire. With one single finger, he told Sean no moo move. He would be back soon. And soon he returned, bringing a huge white box with a red ribbon on it. Handling it to the older man, alongside with his jacket. Sean could need it if he wanted to try his present.

In his other hand he had a red envelope.

A devilish grin appeared on his face. And he hurried himself to explain when his lover opened the box.

"It's a telescope, but this is just the smaller part of my present for you. I thought about it for quite a long time, then one day, when I was looking at the stars, I found it. Here..." Dave said, settling the envelope on the table. "A little star up on the sky is now called Beanie. Just for you. That's why I gave you the telescope. Here's the certificate and the coordinates. Well...it's not a big star...I think it's something like a meteorite but--I mean...w--what do you think?"

Sean was staring at him, wide-eyed, still holding the box's lid with trembling hands. For once, he seemed lost for words. He'd opened his mouth as if to say something, actually, but he just wasn't able to think properly. And at the moment he didn't trust his voice enough to even try and tell him that it was the most beautiful, sweet and considerate gift he'd ever received. So he let go of the lid at once and crushed his Dave into his arms, hugging him almost fiercely, in an attempt to show him his gratefulness somehow. He showered his cheeks with kisses all the while, until he felt ready to speak and cupped his face into his hands, smiling like a fool.

"You're making this old bore an awfully happy man" he whispered, leaning to rest his forehead against Dave's. "And now I feel so stupid because my gift is not even half as beautiful as yours, it's.. much more ordinary and--" He stopped halfway the sentence, closing his eyes for a moment. It didn't matter. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too" promptly came his answer. Dave was hugging him back. Holding him within his strong arms all the while. Soothingly caressing his back. Relief and happiness were taking over his features. He'd been so scared to give him this present. Sean could have thought him a sissy or something like that. But he liked it. God, he liked it for real. And he was worrying about his ordinary present! Nonsense.

"You shouldn't have...I mean...I know you've been so busy filming, there was no need to buy a present for me...Your presence and your chocolate pudding would have been enough, there's nothing else I'd like to receive...Besides, you're not an old bore..."

"Not so sure about that one.. but I hope you'll like my present nonetheless. And my pudding." Sean chuckled, staring intently at his lover's face. Then he was serious again. "It's.. it's sort of a vacation" he said a little hesitantly, hawing a bit before to go on. "I thought we could use a week together somewhere, just us, and--and that Paris was the perfect place for that, so.. I've had some brochures delivered last week, and I've also browsed the Internet like crazy to find a worthy place.." he said, hinting a nervous smile. What if Dave didn't like Paris? He should have probably asked him before to book their suite.

Instead than answering, Dave hinted a little smile. His eyes never leaving Sean's. Then he lowered his lips onto his. Ever so slowly and gently. Closing his eyes to relish that moment. It was sweet. Captivating. Intense. And he loved him, which was even better. He caressed Sean's lips with utter dedication. Gently grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth now and then. Sean trembled within his arms, and Dave tightened the embrace in response. Trying to tell him that he would never let him go. He would never let him fall. Licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, the younger man then pushed it into Sean's mouth. Tasting. Probing. Caressing. Until he felt his knees weak and his brain turned into mush. Oddly, Sean always had this effect on him.

"You've had a wonderful idea. It'll be a dream to spend a whole week in Paris with you. Thank you..."

"Really?" a now beaming Sean asked, still without letting go of him at all. Even if reluctantly he had to, though, when but a moment later the kitchen timer rang.
"Well, I suppose we could discuss this on the couch in company of our pudding.." he said enticingly, giving his lover another gentle kiss. "And I absolutely want to play a bit with my new telescope after that."

"Oh, that's unfair" Dave said, actually pouting and following him into the kitchen. Grinning as soon as he'd turned his back.

He couldn't help but stare at his enticing backside as he walked. The whole thing was really becoming dangerous. And Dave couldn't understand how Sean ceaselessly demeaned himself telling him that he was old. An old bore couldn't have that pretty backside. Not at all.

"I thought you'd be willing to play with me after your pudding..."

"After the pudding and after the telescope." Sean answered solemnly, while taking the pan with the so lauded pudding out of the oven, his back turned to David. And it was better thus, for he'd otherwise have been able to see the very broad, very wicked grin on the older man's face.

"I have something else for you, too, but I'll give it to you later." Sean added, now busy slicing two shares off the piping hot sweet. "Could you hand me the cream, love?"

Doing as he'd asked, a grinning rascal pinched his buttocks. Suggestively, at least. Hurrying outside to avoid his revenge.

God, he was having fun. It was great to share that intimacy, that closeness they'd never experienced together.

Some minutes later he peeped into the room. Glancing at a still grinning Sean.
"So...do you think I deserve your pudding?" he asked, trying to keep a straight face. "Or are you afraid that I'll discover that you can't cook as well as you declare?"

Sean snorted with mock annoyance while handing him a plate, in which an abundant helping of pudding had been carefully arranged, topped with a wisp of whipped cream.

"It's probably the only thing I'm actually able to cook properly" he confessed in a very confidential tone, snickering. Once they'd settled themselves on the couch he didn't start to eat straight away, but turned to stare at his lover expectantly as he sampled the cake.

A delighted expression took over Dave's features. It was good. Really good. And he was pretty sure that he could never cook something like that. It was too difficult for him. Another point for Sean. His Sean, as he continually repeated to himself.
"It's delicious..." he said then, snuggling closer to the older man. Kissing his lips suggestively. "Sometimes I wonder if there's something that you actually can't do..."

Sean chuckled in response a such words, shaking his head with faint amusement: there were so many things he couldn't do! He was far from perfect but Dave, his Dave, wasn't likely to notice that tiny little detail anyway. Or maybe he just didn't care. And it was all the same for Sean, no need to ask, when it came to his lover; even if he had the chance, he wouldn't have changed a thing of him. No use in trying to make him perfect. He already was.

They eat quietly their pudding. Glancing at each other now and then and exchanging quick kisses and smiles. The faint light coming from the glowing embers in the fireplace flickering over their features.

Perfect. It was perfect. In all of his life Dave had never spent a more beautiful and romantic Valentine’s than this one. Especially because of his companion. You can't make a perfect Valentine’s if you have someone shabby or ordinary at your side. Not at all.

As soon as they'd finished, Dave went to his bags, searching for his pajama. He put his pants on, lazily padding to the bedroom. God, he was tired. Mostly due to his not-too-quiet activities with Sean, but also because of his flight. And now his eyes threatened to close any moment.

"I'm exhausted" he murmured, lying down onto the soft mattress.

"Doesn't surprise me.." Sean answered with a smirk, while slipping off his shirt and tossing it on a nearby chair. For some moments he just stood there, next to the bed, observing him. Smiling to himself. Dave had his eyes closed, an utterly relaxed expression beneath his ever tousled blond hair, arms folded behind his head. God, he was beautiful. So beautiful that as soon as he'd settled himself under the covers Sean snuggled to him at once, winding his arm around his chest and closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply his scent.

That was their first night together as lovers, the first night they spent in the same bed. And it was Valentine's. How could it possibly get better than that?

"Sleep well, love.."

Sean had to raise his head and smile again when he didn't get a reply. His lover was already sound asleep in his arms.


The following day Dave woke up quite early, despite all. He couldn't help it. An old habit was hard to break.

Yawning softly, he brushed his fingers over his slumberous eyes. Trying to remember where the hell he was. Then everything came to him, and he smiled to himself. Sean. The Strawberry Reservoir. Their first night together.

Turning his head, he glanced at the sleeping form at his side. His lover was still soundly asleep. His face hidden under the heavy covers in an attempt to preserve the heat.

A wicked idea crossed his mind at such sight. It was their first night together and they'd been sleeping. Not fair. Not at all. They had to put it right. Immediately. And without thinking about it twice, he sunk under the covers as well. Moving down. Caressing his chest with his long fingers, and hearing him stir in his sleep. But he went further down. To his thighs. Gracing the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. Waiting for his reaction.

Sean drifted back to consciousness slowly, humming softly. As he stretched and emerged from the covers, eyes only half open, the first thing he knew was that he felt good. Very good, and it took him but a split second to realize why. Something soft and warm was caressing his thigh slowly, so very slowly, hot breath fanning against his skin. Dave.

Dear God. Of all the possible ways to start a day, Sean couldn't imagine a better one. He lifted the covers to look down, his other hand reaching for the back of Dave's head. When their eyes met, he hinted a smile.

"Mornin'.."

Nipping at the oversensitive skin, the younger man grinned at his lover. He was gorgeous. And he felt himself stir in response, his shaft brushing against the soft fabric of his pants. Sean's, too, was quite hard, indeed. It was clear from the way it pressed against his boxers.

Enticing. So very enticing.

"Morning..." he murmured, moving down. Teasing and sucking his skin as he reached his ankles and feet. Eager to taste his toes and discover new erogenous areas of his body. Eager to feel him squirm and twitch under his touch. Eager to feel himself completely sheeted in his body.

Sean groaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment. Only for a moment, though; he had to see that. He had to see his Dave as he kissed and licked and teased him, he had to see that gorgeous mouth fastened to his skin and those pale blue eyes staring up at him.

Without averting his gaze and without a word, Sean reached to lower his boxers, sliding a hand inside. And actually grinned at his lover, in a less than reassuring way.

Breath was caught in his throat when Dave noticed that Sean was slowly touching himself. The sight was enough to make him come straight away, so he assaulted his toes with renewed fervor. Sucking and nibbling. Teasing and pleasuring.

But soon he had to stop in order to look at him again. So enticing. Without really thinking about his actions, Dave crawled his way up, brushing aside Sean's hand. Actually throwing away the damned boxers to have a better view of his lover's erection. Smelling his masculine scent. Nearing his shaft without looking at him.
He'd never done such a thing, as Sean was his first man. And he just hoped that he could do it right, without being clumsy at all.

Relax. Just relax and he'll like it.

Still, Sean did not speak. Nor did he urge Dave to actually go down on him, but just brought a hand to the back of his head, stroking the nape of his neck in an affectionate gesture. It wasn't hard to imagine the way his lover was feeling, and he wanted him to understand that he didn't have to do that for him. Not just for him. Then again, it was pretty clear that Dave wanted to, and quite as much as he did.
Sean hinted a small smile, with some effort. Even smiling was coming difficult to him, let alone think or speak, all he was able to focus on was Dave's face, and the feel of his hot breath on his flesh. By then he was so hard it almost hurt.

Risking a glance at his face, Dave caught a glimpse of a smiling Sean before to lower his head on his shaft. Closing his eyes and trying to focus just on his task. He tentatively swirled his tongue on the tip, tasting the little drops of pre-come. Relishing Sean's taste. It wasn't bad. Not at all. A little encouraged, Dave closed his lips over the sensitive skin. Taking him halfway inside and then stopping. Trying to adjust to his size and to such a new thing. His tongue was in the meanwhile caressing Sean, and his hands were gripping at his sides. Fearing that he could push himself further in and gag him.

Other than seizing a fistful of Dave's hair in his hand, Sean had not moved at all. He had his eyes closed now, and lips slightly parted though no sound at all was slipping past them. Probably because he was holding his breath. Breath which came out in the likes of a heavy sigh mere moments later, and ended up into something quite resembling a moan. And then Sean had to reopen his eyes and look down, for he didn't want to miss anything, not even a single moment of it. What he saw down there was almost as breathtaking as the sweet pleasure Dave was giving him, for he was indeed more beautiful than ever. He was his dream coming true.

"You're doing.. wonderfully.." he whispered encouragingly, his free hand reaching to stroke his lover's cheek. He didn't want to seem too eager.

Dave understood the way he was feeling even too well. And he had to force himself not to grin openly, or else he would have choked. Yet the look he gave him explained it all.

A moment later, he closed his eyes, relaxing his muscles and slowly taking him in to the hilt. Feeling the tip of his shaft brushing against his throat. Dave had now watery eyes, and he wiped them nervously. He didn't want to seem a sissy to Sean. Only when he had somewhat adjusted to his size, he drew back just a little. His eyes still closed. And then he lowered himself on his lover. Commencing a regular pace.

Somehow, Sean managed not to cry out. That indeed wasn't what he'd been expecting Dave to do, not at all, and it was probably why it was being all the more thrilling. Only a few moments of such treatment and he found himself clutching at Dave's hair, his hips rocking upwards in time to match the slow, perfect pace. Just letting go, at last. So thoroughly that he wasn't even ashamed of his now uncurbed moans and whimpers and pleas.

It was but a few moments later, when Sean was on the brink of release, that Dave stopped. Looking up at him with a mischievous expression over his face. Sean's reputation was that of a heartbreaker. He'd been thinking about that from a while. He was jealous of his previous lovers. And now he wanted to make it clear. Dave wasn't willing to let him go. Sean was his and he wasn't going to share. Not at all.
"I'll never let you go" he said in a low voice, shifting to take the tube they'd used the previous day. Actually coating his finger with the lube. The he drooped to give him a lingering lick on his engorged shaft. Drawing back immediately. "You're mine, Sean. Just mine. I promise you I'll be able to delete every trace of your previous lovers from your mind.... " With that, his finger started to draw lazy circles on his entrance. Caressing the ring of muscles with utter dedication. His eyes never leaving Sean's.

The first response of a heavily panting Sean was widening his legs to grant his lover's hand a better access, holding his gaze. He reckoned it clear enough as an invitation. Very soon, though, Dave's gentle strokes were already not enough for him. He pushed against his hand, shamelessly, closing his eyes just for a moment when his lover's finger slipped halfway in easily.

I'll be able to delete every trace of your previous lovers from your mind. The words kept echoing in Sean's mind, over and over, as Dave probed him, stretching and teasing, igniting liquid fire in his veins with every stroke. You're doing it already, he thought idly. I can't remember anyone's touch but yours.

He would have said it out loud, but he didn't want to ruin the moment with words. He spoke a couple of minutes later, though, when Dave had managed to have him writhing and moaning again, craving for more.

"I've had enough of this" he said hoarsely, reaching down in between his legs to stop Dave's hand. "Just claim what is yours, David."

A smug grin curved Dave's lips at such words. Yes. He was being damned good at it.
Retreating his hand from Sean's body, Dave spread a good amount of lube on his shaft. Worried that he could hurt him somehow. Only when he was almost sure that it was enough, he finally positioned the tip of his erection against his lover's entrance. Looking in Sean's green eyes as he pushed himself inside with excruciating slowness. And he had to moan.

It was different from any other lover he'd ever had. At the beginning, he'd been scared that he could find it hard to enter. But Sean by now was probably craving such a contact, as his body had granted him access at once.

When he was all the way inside, Dave stopped again. Hooking Sean's legs with his arms. Drawing back a moment later, an unreadable expression on his face.
"You're mine" he stated then. Shoving forward with quite impact. Without averting his gaze at all.

Though clenching his teeth, Sean couldn't hold back a strangled groan at the unexpectedly fierce assault. He felt full. Stretched to the point it actually hurt for a few moments. But it was splendid. So splendid he could barely distinguish pain from pleasure, and he only knew he wanted more. He wanted Dave to have his way with him, no matter how hard, how roughly and relentlessly he would take him. Certainly he wasn't going to complain anyway. And he wouldn't have minded, either, begging that wonderful creature to fuck him raw.

God, he was in love.

Only then Sean realized he was digging his fingers into his lover's forearms. He loosened the grip, not wanting to hurt him, but did not letting go either.

"Yours." he then said in between pants in a low, husky voice, staring straight in Dave's eyes.

"Yes..." was Dave's moan, right before he leaned to kiss him with bruising intensity. He wasn't probably thinking clearly. The only thing he knew was that he wanted to mark, claim, conquer. Sean was his and his alone. No one would ever take his lover away from him. They'd waited for too long, stubbornly denying their feelings for each other. Fucking other people when they just wanted to be loved by the one person they couldn't have. Now it was time to make it up.

As his tongue thrust forcefully in Sean's mouth, he imposed a relentless pace. Thrusting in his body over and over again. Meaning to make him also forget his own name.

It didn't take long before Sean started pushing back to meet Dave's deep lunges, choking the occasional moans and whimpers in his mouth. He wasn't one to whimper, usually. Rather he wasn't one to let go like that, so thoroughly, yielding himself to his partner. But that, that was just too perfect not to give in, and it wasn't the occasional shag. It was his Dave. It was the man he loved.

When Dave stopped for a moment to adjust his position, a panting and shuddering Sean had to struggle not to growl a complaint. He didn't want it to stop, not even for a few seconds. He couldn't bear it. But it was all forgotten a mere moment later, when Dave thrust back in hard, deeply, hitting the spot that actually made Sean cry out and throw his head back onto the pillow, his hands now gripping almost convulsively at his lover's buttocks.

Yet Dave's unbridled pace didn't loosen the tiniest bit. On the contrary. To see him quivering and wriggling and whimpering beneath him was a priceless sight. Never had he felt the urge to give all of himself to another person. Never had he pushed aside his needs just to think about his lover. It came easy to do it with Sean.

One of his hands then wrapped around his erection, and he trembled, both for the desire and the effort to hold himself back. He was close. Too close. Even if he'd like to make it last forever, Dave was well aware that it wasn't possible. His hand was pumping up and down Sean's shaft, as his erection was hitting his sensitive spot with every plunge. Delighted in the sounds of pleasure he was eliciting from his beloved.

By then all Sean could do was push back against him in response, doing his best to match the fierce pace. And "harder" seemed the only coherent word he was still able to utter, almost a plea smothered by harsh pants and increasing moans, his body starting to jerk all over. After but a few thrusts he tensed just as abruptly, his fingers digging painfully into Dave's damp skin. Somehow, he managed to open his eyes for a second. He caught just a glimpse of Dave, his Dave, flushed and panting above him, plain pleasure all over his features. Too much. That and the unbridled pace of both his thrusts and his hand, still stroking him in earnest, were enough to hurl him over the edge. Shattering. He came hard, his back actually arching off the mattress, his head falling back as he cried out. Loud.

Long gushes of milky liquid were then released in Sean's body. The sight of his lover's face so flustered by pleasure too much to bear. A still trembling and panting Dave then had the presence of mind to slip carefully out the other man's body. Actually collapsing onto his chest. Not caring about Sean's seed which was sticking to his abdomen. He had to regain his breath.

Only when his brain was able to focus again on the events, he raised his head to look at his beloved. Bringing one hand to his face. Actually brushing aside a lock of blonde hair which was plastered to his forehead. His eyes showing only concern and love.
"Did I hurt you?"

Sean smiled. Though he had his eyes closed, and though he was still breathless and trembling beneath his lover, he smiled. And a very bright smile that was. "I love you," he said, just a moment before his green eyes flew open to look into pale blue ones.
"You didn't hurt me." he added softly then, his arms winding around Dave's neck almost of their own will. And his smile slowly turning into a sly grin. So Sean. "I've loved and cherished and enjoyed every single moment of it.. in case you haven't noticed by yourself.."

Relief was clearly showed on Dave's features at such words. He'd been scared for a moment, as he thought he'd pushed it too far. It was the first time he made love to another man, and he didn't know if he'd actually been that good. But both Sean's words and the look in his eyes spoke volumes to him.

"I thought...I thought I had been too harsh and...maybe I sounded too jealous and possessive" he said apologetically. Then, upon noticing that his body was still outstretched on his lover's, he continued. "Am I crushing you?"

"No" Sean answered at once, tightening the embrace. As if not wanting to let him go. "No, God, it feels wonderful. It's all been wonderful, and you're worrying too much." he added, chuckling. How he loved that man. Especially now. Jesus, was he really thinking he could have been too harsh, or jealous or possessive? Nonsense.

"I think I might even like it if you're jealous and possessive, you know.. it reminds me that I'm your very own private property now. And that you love me."

"Of course I love you" was Dave's immediate answer, as he smiled softly at the man beneath him. Balancing his weight on his elbows, just to be sure. Sean had told him he was fine, but Dave knew that to stay like that after a while could become uncomfortable. And he did want his lover to feel good. He did want all the best for Sean. Such thoughts still scared him somehow, as he'd never been so much in love. He'd never loved someone else to that extent. Yet he hurried himself to push them away, to relish the sweet afterglow of their lovemaking.

"I can't help but being possessive... I've always been jealous, but with you it's different. You're way too important and the thought to lose you...well it's fuckin' scary... What if you should find some worthy woman and fall in love with her? What if you should find another man?"

Sean chuckled again, shaking his head. "I've had enough of women." he said while leaning to nibble playfully at Dave's stubbled chin, an amused gleam in his eyes. He had thought it to be so obvious. Yet, apparently, it was not all that clear to his lover, who was now worrying he could even consider looking at someone else. Seriously, it was ridiculous. He already had all he needed, all he wanted, and that was Dave.
"I don't need anyone else," Sean added upon drawing back, very softly. "and I don't want anyone else. Just you. You're all I want, and need, and dream of."

Without a word, Dave leaned to close his lips over his. Sean had told him all he needed to know, and now he just wanted to kiss him. To worship his body. To cherish him and make him happy as he deserved. He just caressed his lips for a while, until with a sigh he slipped his tongue in Sean's mouth. Cupping his lover's face with both hands. Slowly making love to his mouth with his tongue. Experiencing. Caressing. Decided to learn each and every inch of him. His eyes closed and an utterly pleased expression over his features. To him, it was pure bliss.

It seemed to last forever. When at last they parted, Sean's hands were set and firm on his lover's buttocks, having slithered all the way down while they were kissing, and gave a good parting squeeze before to move away.

"Shower now," the Englishman grinned while glancing down at their lower regions, eloquently enough for Dave to get the hint. "we're getting a tad sticky down there. It's either shower or second round, or second round under the shower, and I'd be on top this time.. warnin' you.."

Grinning back at him, Dave managed somehow to trap Sean's wrists. Blocking his body beneath him. His eyes looking straight at his lover's. It was glaring that he had something on his mind.

"I do second the second round under the shower thing" he said mischievously. "But I want you to promise me that later we'll have a walk in the woods... just me and you. And don't try to protest.. I know how much of a lazy English man you are..."

"I give you that," Sean smirked, staring straight at him and making no attempt to free himself, at all. He was quite enjoying that. "I'm a lazy bum.. it's up to you to try and change that, now, but I must warn you.. it would be very hard a task. Really, I don't envy the poor bugger who has to get through that.."

Dave's response at such words was a bite on Sean's neck. He had quite noticed how much his lover was enjoying that teasing. And the proof was his member already stiffing again. God, that man had never enough of him. That in itself was definitely positive. Dave was in fact quite pleased to discover that he always wanted, needed, craved his Sean.

"Well... I am that poor bugger... and I'm sure that we'll be able to make a deal... but now... we should move to the bathroom..."


The end.