It was raining when Sean pulled into his driveway. Just another thing to add to the list of disasters that day. He was recovering from an accident he'd had on his new Harley and hadn't worked in a couple of weeks. At least he had the holiday break to continue his recovery, since the doctor told him this morning that his ribs were still not healed. The ATM machine had eaten his bank card. When he went to the mall to pick up a new CD he wanted, he got caught in the joyful madness of last minute Christmas shoppers and was literally ready to kill someone.

In the parking lot, someone had hit the side of his car and put a nice little ding in the door and he was not looking forward to having that repaired. On the way home, he had stopped off to get something for dinner and the girl in the drive-thru recognized him and begged for an autograph. He tried to leave without too much fuss, and pulled out onto the street just as some idiot made an illegal turn, causing him to swerve to miss the jackass.

A blown out tire. Couldn't find the jack in the trunk. No spare. He had to run across the busy street to an auto repair shop and get a new tire. More autographs, more time wasted. He knew that his Big Mac was going to be cold as ice when he got home, but he had already lost his appetite anyway. Sean looked down at the new leather coat he was wearing and decided to get soaking wet instead of ruining his jacket.

He made a mad dash for the door, slipped and almost fell, dropping his McDonald's bag in the process. Swearing under his breath, he made it to the front door and slipped his key into the lock, shaking off the water like a wet dog. The house was dark, but at least it was warm. He threw the bag onto the coffee table and made his way down the hall, throwing off wet clothes as he went. By the time, he had reached his bedroom, there was a trail of clothing behind him.

Flipping the light switch, he cursed again as the light failed to come on. He noticed the alarm clock wasn't blinking either. The storm must have knocked out the electricity, he thought to himself as he found warm, dry clothes to change in to and headed back to the kitchen to get something to drink. The sound of the pelting rain made him miss the knock on the door the first time, and when the second one came, louder and longer than the first, he headed to the door, his head cocked to one side.

When he opened it, the only thing he saw was a fist flying toward his nose, and the thud it made when it connected. Sean stumbled backward, clutching his face as someone entered the front door, closing it gently behind them. He shook his head, trying to regain his senses. Gently he breathed in through his nose and the smell of freshly cooked hamburgers filled his head. A soft chuckle reached his ears and he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him.

"Hey, sweetheart." Sean shook his head, looking at Dave's goofy grin. "What the hell did you punch me for?" he asked as Dave took off his raincoat and hung it on the closet door. Dave held out a bag to Sean, smiling. "You're always threatening to kick my ass, so I just figured I'd get the first punch in this time and get it out of the way."

Sean took the bag from him and opened it, breathing in the unmistakable scent of a Big Mac and fries. His eyes met Dave's and he smiled. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked as he turned to walk back into the living room. Dave shrugged. "I got bored," he said. "And lonely." Sean chuckled, setting the bag down on the counter in the kitchen and turned to look at Dave.

"Anything else….sweetheart?" Even in the dark, Sean could see the smile spread across Dave's face as he slowly walked toward Sean. "Well, now that you mention it…" Dave said, holding out a small wrapped package. "I wanted to give you your Christmas present." Sean took the gift and looked at it. "Umm…" Sean stammered. "I haven't had a chance to wrap yours yet," he said.

Dave smiled. "That's ok," he said, moving closer to Sean. "There's only one thing I want to…unwrap tonight." Sean's laugh quickly turned into a groan as Dave's hand slid down the front of his sweatpants and gently massaged his cock through the thick fabric. Dave leaned forward and flicked his tongue over a throbbing vein in Sean's neck, relishing the taste of rainwater and sweat on the silky skin there.

Sean thrust his hips forward, rotating them against Dave's hand. "Something you want, baby?" Dave asked in a whisper and Sean nodded. Dave kissed him gently at first, then with more force as Sean's tongue thrust into his mouth. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and roaming hands, Dave broke the kiss and looked at Sean, pointing to the bag on the counter.

"Eat first," he said and Sean almost giggled. "Ain't hungry for what's in the bag," he said. Dave crossed his arms, shaking his head. "No dessert until you finish your dinner, young man," he said sternly, causing Sean to laugh again. He sat at the counter and grabbed the bag, reaching in and pulling out a French fry. Grinning wickedly, Sean stared right at Dave as he put the end of it in his mouth and sucked it in, his tongue flicking out to lick the salt off his lips.

Dave closed his eyes for a moment, gently shaking his head as a small chuckle rose from Sean's throat. "Want one, Dave?" Sean asked sweetly, holding out the bag. When Dave reached for the food, Sean grabbed his wrist and yanked him closer. Dave tried to pull back but Sean wrapped his legs around Dave's, not giving him room to move.

"I told you to eat," Dave began as Sean moved closer, putting his hands on Dave's shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. Dave resisted briefly before giving in, allowing Sean's tongue into his mouth before sucking on it gently. Sean's hands moved down, gripping Dave's ass tightly. Thunder crashed outside and the room was briefly illuminated by lightning, allowing Dave a glimpse at the look on Sean's face.

Groaning loudly, Dave reached down and wrapped his arms around Sean's waist, lifting him off the stool and sitting him roughly down on the counter. "You ain't going to eat your dinner, are you?" he asked and Sean shook his head. "Don't wanna eat," he said between kisses on Dave's neck. "I want you." Dave took in a sharp breath as Sean's hands found their way to the waistband of his jeans and he slipped his fingers under the thin material of Dave's t-shirt, softly stroking his tightened muscles there.

"Damn, you're such a tease," Dave said, resting his hands on Sean's hips. Sean grinned, tightening his legs around Dave's waist and grinding himself against his lover. Dave smiled, kissing Sean roughly before pulling away from him. Sean grunted in protest, until Dave reached out and took his hand, pulling him off the kitchen counter. Without speaking, Dave kicked off his shoes, then lowered the zipper on his jeans and pulled them off, tossing them onto the floor.

Sean watched as Dave hopped up onto the counter and smiled at him. "If you ain't going to eat your dinner," he said, "then you can just put your mouth to use on something else." A huge smile crossed Sean's face as he nodded, then leaning down, he took the head of Dave's cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, lapping up the salty liquid oozing from it.

Dave watched Sean's head bobbing up and down, his hands tangling into Sean's hair. The sensation of Sean's wet tongue on his hot flesh made him groan in pleasure. Sean raised his eyes, looking at Dave in the darkness. He didn't need light to know the look on his face. Sean didn't need light to know that Dave was enjoying himself, or that the sensations he was causing were driving the other man to his peak.

And Dave didn't need the light to know what he had known all along. Somehow, somewhere along the way, what had started out as a friendly little fuck had developed into something more. His cock twitched in Sean's mouth and he knew if this went on much longer, he would explode. He pulled Sean's head gently away, smiling down at him.

A look of confusion crossed Sean's face. "What's wrong?" he asked, wiping his hand across his lips. Dave shook his head, then eased himself off the counter, taking Sean's hand. "Nothing's wrong," he said hoarsely. "Just don't wanna do this here." Sean cocked his head, looking at Dave. Dave smiled, slipping an arm around Sean's waist before leaning closer.

'I don't really want you fucking me for the first time on your kitchen counter," Dave whispered, then chuckled at the shocked gasp that escaped Sean's lips. "Do… do you really want me to…" Sean's voice trailed off as Dave reached down and gently squeezed his cock. "Yeah, I really want you to," Dave replied. Sean stepped back and looked at him briefly.

"Wow," he said, studying Dave's face for any sign at all that he was joking. Dave just smiled, his hand softly stroking Sean through his pants. "C'mon, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing the side of Sean's neck and taking his hand. Sean nodded and slowly followed Dave down the hallway to his bedroom. Dave stopped at the foot of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

He gently cupped Sean's face and kissed him. It was unlike any kiss they had shared before - soft, gentle, full of feeling and emotion. A small sound escaped Sean's throat as Dave pushed down on the waistband of his sweats and Sean stepped back briefly, quickly removing the last of his clothing. Dave's arms were around his neck, fingers gently pulling the hair at the nape of Sean's neck.

Gently, Sean moved Dave closer to the bed and pushed him onto it. Dave moved up, resting his head on the mound of pillows, smiling up at Sean as he lay next to him. Sean reached over tentatively, smoothing a hand over Dave's chest. His fingertips brushed over a hardened nipple and Dave moaned softly. Sean watched him, looking for any signs of hesitation. Seeing nothing, he leaned down and took the other nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it softly.

"Oh, fuck," Dave choked out, moving his hands up and down Sean's back, caressing the warm flesh. His hips rose involuntarily, his cock seeking the same attention. Sean quickly moved to the other nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth as his tongue flicked over the hard, pebbly flesh. Dave tangled a hand into Sean's hair, gently pushing his head lower. Sean just chuckled.

"Who's in charge here, sweetheart?" Sean asked playfully. "Dunno," Dave croaked as Sean's tongue moved to the bar in his navel, pushing on it as he dipped into the indention. Sean put his hands on Dave's hips, holding them down as he traced the pattern of the flames surrounding his belly button. "Jesus, sweetheart," Dave said between breaths, "why don't you put that thing to better use?"

Sean smiled and traced a line from Dave's navel to his hip, then slipped down the outside of his thigh. He lazily licked from the outer bulge of muscle to the inside of Dave's thigh, sucking hard on the skin there. Sean's tongue soothed the swollen flesh before moving over and lathing Dave's balls gently. His hips rose again and Sean just pushed him back down, slowly moving his tongue down. He ran his tongue as far as he could along the globes of Dave's ass before grabbing it, raising him off the bed.

Sean leaned over, pulling a bottle from under the bed and quickly coated his hand with the sweet-smelling gel. Dave screamed out as Sean's finger probed him and Sean had to pause for a moment before he could completely get past the tightness. Dave's moans became unintelligible as his ass and cock were stroked, prodded and manipulated to the point of exquisite pleasure.

Sean was trying to ignore the throbbing in his own cock, just enjoying the position he had found himself in, but he knew that if he didn't bury himself inside Dave soon, he was going to go insane. Feeling Dave's cock twitch in his mouth, he knew that his lover was ready. Slowly, Sean removed his fingers and positioned himself between Dave's legs.

His eyes fluttering open, Dave looked at Sean and smiled. "I'm ready, baby," he said, his voice dripping with desire. Sean nodded slightly as he slicked his cock with the strawberry scented lube. Several emotions were visible across Dave's face as he felt the tip of Sean's cock slowly entering him. He drew in a sharp breath, willing himself to relax.

Sean softly stroked his stomach, whispering things to him that he never thought he would hear, much less from the demon above him. Slowly, deliberately, Sean pushed forward until he was fully sheathed inside the tight heat of Dave's ass. He let out a deep breath and leaned down, kissing Dave. Sean hovered there above him, watching Dave's face.

Why had he never noticed the beauty of this man before? Why had it taken him so long to realize that what he was feeling for him was more than just lust, hormones, and the incredible intensity of the best fuck he'd ever had? Dave's brow creased as he watched Sean drift off into some other place for a moment, then he impatiently wriggled his hips, trying to get Sean to move.

With a soft chuckle, Sean kissed him again, then said, "patience, sweetheart. We got all night, ya know." Dave mumbled something under his breath that sounded like "maybe longer" as Sean pulled out and began thrusting back into him. There was no rush, no frenzied pounding - just the slow, soft, sweet rhythm of two people making love.

Their eyes locked and in that moment, both realized that they had crossed some invisible line, broached some unexplored territory. Sean shifted slightly, moving to support himself with one arm as he reached down with his other hand and began to stroke Dave's cock. The movement caused the angle of his thrusts to shift as well, and soon Dave was arching up to meet each one, whispering words of encouragement to Sean.

They both felt it at the same time, that slow burning tingle deep inside. Sean knew he couldn't hold out much longer, and from the looks of things, neither could Dave. It didn't matter any more, though. For the first time in his life, Sean knew that what he was feeling right then was real, as real as it could get. Falling in love with Dave was the only logical conclusion to their constant coupling and as he tensed, ready to fill his lover with everything he had, he opened his mouth, panting loudly, and said the only words he could think of at that moment.

"I love you, Dave," he said as the feeling of a million tiny shards of glass shattering inside him took over. Dave gasped, exploding over Sean's hand, then he smiled, looking up at the sweat-soaked face of the only man he had ever wanted. "You mean that?" he asked quietly as Sean's hair tickled his forehead. Sean chuckled, gently pulling out of Dave and laying next to him as he slowly came down from his euphoric high.

When Sean opened his eyes, Dave was watching him intently. "What?" Dave kissed him, then smiled. "What you said," Dave said hesitantly. "Did you mean that?" Sean nodded, a smile quickly spreading across his face. "Yeah," he replied. "I guess I did." Dave pounced on him like a wildcat, covering Sean's mouth with his own, kissing him passionately.

"I love you, too," he said finally, laying down next to Sean and pulling him close. Suddenly, the lights came back on, flooding the room in brightness as the radio began playing softly next to the bed. Both men laughed at the song playing and Dave made some comment about Sean listening to the oldies station. Sean just shrugged, hugging Dave tighter. "Hey," Dave said after a moment. "Does this mean I can call ya sweetheart without gettin' my ass kicked now?" Laughter filled the room, silenced only by the sounds of two men humming along to Neil Young.

I am dreaming dear of you, day by day
Dreaming when the skies are blue, when they're gray;
When the silvery moonlight gleams, still I wander on in dreams,
In a land of love, it seems, just with you.

Let me call you sweetheart I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true.
Let me call you sweetheart I'm in love with you.

Longing for you all the while, more and more;
Longing for the sunny smile, I adore;
Birds are singing far and near, roses blooming everywhere
You, alone, my heart can cheer; you, just you.

Let me call you sweetheart I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true.
Let me call you sweetheart I'm in love with you.