What Happens At Cons

Ralph set the bottle of fragrant tanning oil down and returned to Bill. He softly grasped the agent’s upper arm, pushing him down to the side of the bed.

“Here,” Ralph said, and he slowly began to pull the hem of Bill’s shirt out from under the last leather belt holding the kilt on.

Bill paused, holding his breath, because he knew if he breathed he’d pant instead. He looked straight ahead, into Ralph’s flat stomach, as his younger friend leaned over him, focusing on the shirt.

Oh, God.

What?

Ralph felt Bill’s response to his ministrations, and sent a loving tickle along the bond, visualizing it as Bill had instructed him.

Bill’s face took on a new expression, and he fought the urge to double over, the muscles of his groin tightening automatically.

Ralph! came the silent laughter.

I’m glad to know you’re ticklish too.

Any guy’s ticklish there!

Ralph pulled the shirt over Bill’s head, and stood still, eyes closed. He put a hand on Bill’s shoulder after a moment.

Billy, I need to slow down some. C’mere, let me just hold you a sec, and Ralph pulled him standing and wrapped his arms around his friend’s bare torso, under the arms.

He drew in the scent of Maxwell, knowing it so well yet never able to drown in it as he could now. The combined musky sweat and scented soap Ralph knew his friend used was intoxicating.

He was so lost in the flood of sensation that he forgot himself, and when Bill moaned, in a combination of pain and pleasure, Ralph knew he had to back off.

Oh, God, Ralph repeated, pushing away slightly. He was reacting too hard, too fast to this.

The suit, Bill reinforced. Careful, Ralph.

I can’t stay in it long, Billy, and I wanted to explore you, like you said earlier when you were making me crazy. I’m getting lost in this, I can’t consciously control the suit.

At the thought, Bill could sense from Ralph what his partner had to do whenever he wore the suit.

That’s what it’s like? he asked.

Ralph nodded his head, returning to his previous position of holding Bill. The agent wrapped his arms around his partner, almost protectingly. He put his arms over Ralph’s caped back, and drew in the scent of him.

A throaty moan came from Ralph as he pressed his face against the middle of Bill’s chest, his hands reaching around him, clasped together so he wouldn’t hurt him.

Visions and wordless thoughts passed between them, and after a few moments Ralph summoned the effort to pull away.

“God, Bill,” he said aloud, breaking the contact.

He turned his back to his friend, and Bill watched him silently. When Ralph returned, Bill looked him up and down, smirking.

“Shut up,” Ralph said, knowing what Bill was gazing at.

“Hmmm, that suit, Ralph,” Bill started.

“I know, I know. Doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”

Bill reached out, running his hand down the length of Ralph’s arm.

Not that I mind, he thought.

God, listen to us! And I always thought I liked girls.

I like dames, Ralph, it’s just that…. and more of those startling images came to Ralph, images of close kinships and more-than-friendships Bill had experienced in the past with other men: as a teen near San Francisco, going to high school; as a young soldier in Korea.

Flashes of memory, of joy and pain, arced across the bond, and Ralph truly felt the pain Bill went through when his hero and friend, Tracey Winslow, went bad as a police lieutenant.

You two…? Ralph started to query, but a sharp intake of breath stopped him.

Too much!

I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

Bill couldn’t and wouldn’t weep against his best friend; he’d done as duty dictated, as he always did without fail. Having to arrest his hero was like a knife cutting to the core of his spirit, but Bill Maxwell was nothing if not faithful, loyal and dutiful.

He didn’t deserve a friend like you, Billy. For him to do that to you….

Bill sensed the fiery anger from Ralph that anyone could hurt his partner in such a way. Ralph concentrated on clasping his own hands, the grip tightening. He knew if he’d been holding Bill his friend would’ve been hurt.

“Shhh,” Bill said out loud, running his fingers through the curly blond hair. “We both need to calm down. It’s over. I’ve got the best partner in the world.”

Ralph smiled, remembering when he’d heard that before, when he’d been critically wounded and Bill was guiding him to the alien spacecraft to be healed.

The men didn’t need to say it: they knew they shared a love that ran deeper than any romance could encompass. A love that dared risk life for another, a love that meant no matter the span of time that may pass, no matter the distance, they would be bonded forever.

Their silence moved into a different realm, and no word or thought traveled along their physical connection.

As if suddenly cognizant of the passage of time, Bill drew a deep breath, standing up straighter from leaning over Ralph, his arms still around his friend.

He looked around, as if suddenly aware of his hotel room, and glanced at the clock. 2 a.m.

“Hey, Ralph, we just gonna stand here, or do I get that massage?”

Ralph shook his head to clear it, and blinked absentmindedly at Bill. His partner laughed, and turned around.

“Okay, so massage.”

“Lie down first!”

Bill lay down on the bed, on his stomach, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Ralph simply stood there, staring down, as his friend folded his arms under his head, eyes closed, relaxed.

“Well?”

“Hang on, I’m enjoying this,” Ralph said with a light laugh.

“Hmm mmm, well, enjoy this,” Bill said, and he angled one leg up, his kilt falling between his legs.

Bill heard a sharp intake of breath from Ralph, and turned to look up at him.

“Well?” he repeated.

Ralph unfastened his cape, reaching behind and grabbing it to fling it onto the chair holding Bill’s vest.

“Don’t want to get tangled up in it, after all.”

He got on the edge of the bed, his hand running gently up the back of Maxwell’s thigh. His fingers began to burrow under the edge of the kilt and stopped, only to move back down toward the knee and leather boot Bill was still wearing.

“I lost the cape, how about you lose the boots?”

“Go for it.”

Ralph tsk’d at Bill, but complied with his demand. He untied then loosened the laces of each one, pulling the boots off, then removed the thick brown socks he’d been wearing underneath.

“You know, I just realized. I’m practically naked and all you’ve done is take a cape off.”

“I wanted to stay in the suit as long as I could, Billy,” Ralph pointed out. “So we can do this mental mind-fuck thing.”

Bill gasped at Ralph’s language, and lifted himself up by his arms, his head sagging down as he laughed. “That’s it, now I KNOW it’s time to cut you off! From the amaretto that is.”

“Well, what would you call it? You should’ve seen Rocky Horror, they talk about a mental mind-fuck in it.”

“Shut up. Touch me,” Bill demanded in a light voice.

“Yes, sir,” Ralph replied adroitly, playing along.

Ralph leaned over the back of his friend’s legs, concentrating on gentleness as he kneaded the muscles of calves and thighs. As he watched his own hands move back and forth, up and down those impossibly long legs, he was moving into that realm they achieved earlier, losing himself in the connection with Bill.

A moan from Bill startled him, and he paused, lifting his hands away, not touching his partner.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, I was enjoying it, dummy,” Bill murmured into his folded arms.

“Hey, you’d better not get too relaxed, Billy, and fall asleep on me!”

“Little danger of that, kiddo.”

Ralph knew the time to take the suit off was rapidly approaching; they were on the clock. He didn’t feel rushed nor forced, he wanted to have FUN! And he couldn’t do so when he had to spend so much energy thinking about NOT hurting Bill too much.

And he knew he didn’t want it to go too far in the suit – he had no way to clean it at the hotel!

He boldly lifted his left leg over Bill’s, straddling his friend’s legs. He carefully sat back, his butt resting on his own feet.

A groan from Bill, and the wave of erotic pleasure that burst over their bond, assured Ralph that his friend didn’t mind.

Before he could stop and think about what he wanted to do, HAD to do, Ralph leaned forward, his hands gripping the muscular legs, to end at Bill’s ass.

OH GOD!

This is great!

Ralph’s fingers kneaded the tight flesh, moving to the sides over Bill’s hips, continuing up to the waist of the kilt. He scooted forward slightly so he could continue the long, languid glide up the torso, to end at his friend’s shoulders.

He covered Bill completely, stretching his legs over his friend’s. He tickled the toes with his own, eliciting a laugh from Bill.

Am I hurting you, Billy?

Not at all, it feels wonderful, and he sent what he was feeling back to Ralph, as if in a feedback loop. It was an odd sensation for them both: toucher and touched, feeler and felt. Ralph felt himself over himself, under himself; Bill experienced the same.

This is too weird.

I love it.

Billy, it’s almost time for me to lose the suit, Ralph sent to him, with a sense of regret.

It’s nice in here, but yeah, I think it is.

Before he lost the ability to join completely with his partner, Ralph again dared himself to give in to what he wanted to do, and moved his mouth to Bill’s ear. He knew how he liked his ear nibbled and sucked, so he touched the tip of his tongue to Bill, then followed through with a tender nibble.

Bill gasped when he realized that Ralph had physically, not psychically, touched him.

Oh, God.

Ralph replied with a moan as he closed his eyes and focused on what his lips and teeth were doing. He followed the nibble with a diaphanous breath over the moistened skin, and smiled when he felt Bill shift under him.

You okay?

I’m dying, Ralph. Do that some more.

Ralph complied, and while his mouth was busy on Bill’s ears, for he was alternating from one to the other, his hands reached under his best friend, pressing against his chest.

Not too hard, Ralphie!

Hmmm, you love it, Maxwell.

Yeah, I do.

I know. You want it rough, don’t you, Billy?

An instinctive rocking of Maxwell’s hips gave Hinkley the answer. Images of fantasy and reality, past experience, flowed into him.

Good God, Bill! he exclaimed, his body reacting as well with the burst of erotic sensations. The feel of his hardness pressed against Bill’s ass was driving both men insane, and they knew they had to do SOMETHING, and soon.

It’s almost time, Billy. You going to help me?

Another moan.

Ralph thrust his hips forward suggestively, and whispered, “Come on, Bill, it’s time to get up.”

“I can’t move,” Bill slurred into the sheet he’d clutched to himself.

Am I that heavy?

No, you’re nothing. It felt so good, FEELS so good, I’m so relaxed feeling you there, I don’t want it to end.

Well, it’s going to end IN my suit if I don’t do something and NOW, Maxwell!

When Ralph pulled away to begin removing the rest of his suit, Bill surprised him by abruptly leaping up to follow him. Within the blink of an eye, both men were standing by the bed, face to face.

Ralph didn’t say a word; he bent over to remove the suit’s small boots. When he kicked them away, standing straight once more, he gazed up into Bill’s eyes.

He touched his partner’s left arm, two fingers drawing lines of fire up and down.

Don’t need the shoes I guess.

Bill reciprocated by taking Ralph’s shoulder. Both partners were surprised at the height difference. They’d never had the occasion before to stand face-to-face, in bare feet.

I never noticed you’re so tall, Billy.

Bill shrugged, looking down at Ralph. That sense of strength, of dominance was moving through him, through them.

Ralph gasped when he felt it; it was overpowering, but not suffocating. He silently sent to Bill that he had no problem with the older man being in charge, now that the suit was coming off.

The suit’s not the only thing coming off, Ralphie.