Lost

Chapter 3

Duncan returned to the barge and started a fire, then quickly stripped off his tux, showered and shaved. He briefly debated about putting on sweats, but he decided he wanted to look a bit better. Underwear? No, he decided with a grin. Throwing on a pair of comfortable old jeans and one of the new t-shirts he’d just bought, he decided to stay barefoot, too. He looked in the mirror and ran a brush through his hair and tied it back. I’m worse than a girl getting ready for her prom date, he derided himself. He considered his reflection. Soft and worn, the old jeans fit him like a glove. The navy t-shirt formed itself around his pecs and again made him laugh at himself as he moved to the wine rack to choose a bottle. He had just started some music when he felt the first tingling of that unique Presence slide down the back of his skull, heady as aged brandy and just as sweet. He didn’t know when it had happened, but it had been awhile since he’d been able to discern Methos’ Presence from other immortals. They hadn’t talked about it, but he was sure they would...among other things.

“Needn’t go to all the trouble to plan a seduction, Duncan,” Methos spoke softly as he stepped down into the barge. Tossing his bag to the side he removed his coat and actually hung it up. Duncan laughed as he stepped forward to meet him. “Looks like you’re trying to make a good impression yourself,” indicating the coat. He also decided he liked what he saw...Methos in black jeans that fit well and showed off one very fine ass. The sweater was soft and black and much nicer than the sweaters Adam usually wore, showing off the breadth of his shoulders and lean body underneath. Duncan’s fingers itched to feel the soft material slide over the smooth skin. Indulging himself he stepped forward and placed his hands on those shoulders, feeling the tendons and muscles. He leaned forward and brushed Methos’ lips with his own, no desire to rush, just wanting to taste.

At Duncan’s touch Methos slipped his arms around his waist, pulling that gorgeous body closer as he returned the kiss but keeping it just as light, just as sweet. When they pulled apart they gave each other a simple smile...everything felt so natural and right. Duncan slipped an arm around Methos’ waist and they turned and moved to the couch. Wine was offered and accepted as Methos settled in to watch Duncan move around getting their drinks. Returning to the couch Duncan sat next to Methos and handed him a glass. Methos’ eyes were hooded as they were earlier in the bar, but his face was relaxed into a soft smile. Looking into those olivine eyes, Duncan thought about Joe’s comment... ‘eyeballing’ each other, he’d said. Yes, he could gaze on this man for the rest of his life and the thought made his smile widen.

“What?” Methos asked simply.

“I think Joe suspects there’s more to our relationship than simple friendship.” Duncan thought about that as he spoke. Joe was their friend and eventually, he knew, they would confirm his suspicions...but for now he wanted Methos all to himself. The world can know about them later, if that’s what Methos wanted.

“Honestly, Mac...he’s suspected for a long time... much longer than you, actually.” Methos laughed at the last time Joe had brought up the subject.

“Adam, I think you’re selling Mac short,” Joe had said. “But the fact is...you’re never going to get anywhere if you don’t at least test the waters. You can sit around mooning over him for the rest of your very long friggin’ lives and he’ll still never get a clue.”

“Joe, you know as well as I do that he has never shown any inclination along those lines...and I sure as hell won’t sit around ‘for the rest of our very long friggin’ lives’ with either his scorn or his pity.” Methos took another long swig of his beer. “Not happening.”

“Well, I never figured you for such a masochist, but suit yourself. I guess a five thousand year-old man ought to know just what in life is worth taking a risk over...”

“Well, it might have taken me awhile, but I’m here now,” Duncan laughed suggestively.

“Yes. You are,” Methos put his drink down and closed the distance between them. He reached out and pulled Duncan’s drink from his hand and placed it on the coffee table. Then he turned and placed both of his hands on Duncan’s face. “I’m going to kiss you now, and I have no intention of stopping for quite awhile.” Methos eyes roamed over the beautiful face before him. “Duncan, are you sure because I truly don’t want to stop this time...”

Duncan growled and pulled that enticing body up against his own. “You talk too much...” he murmured as he put his lips over Methos’ own. Duncan ran his hands over the strong back, thrilling at the feel of firm muscle. He slid his hands down to grasp the edge of the sweater and pulled up, needing to feel the skin beneath. The scent of Methos’ skin wafted up to him as the sweater came off. Masculine and warm, Methos’ essence surrounded him like a warm cloud. Satiny skin met his fingers as he slid his hands up, feeling each ridge and bump of vertebrae and rib covered by sleek muscle. Not soft, not at all...this man in his arms was all hard muscle and sinew, honed and sharp. Ah, sharp nips at his lower lip made thinking difficult as his attention moved to the incredible things Methos was doing with his tongue. All was silent save for soft moans and harsh breathing.

Methos pulled back slightly to look at the deliciously swollen lips before him. “Gods, Duncan, had I known you were such an incredible kisser,” He punctuated each word with a lick or nip along a firm jaw line, “we’d of done this long ago...” The last word was nearly lost when he sucked a tender earlobe into his mouth as his long slender fingers flicked and plucked at dark hard nipples.

“Me? ....ahhh....you’ve raised this...to, ummmm, an art form...” Sentence and thought ended as Methos reclaimed his mouth in a hard kiss. Their tongues danced against one another, long soft strokes against his teeth and gums, strong rhythmic sucking in time with the throb in his groin. The feel of Methos pulling away brought a groan from the dazed Highlander until he felt strong hands grasp his biceps. He heard bed growled at him. Yessss. He moved to his feet and wrapped his arms around that slim waist and bending forward he latched onto that enticingly red mouth as he stepped backwards. Never letting go of the slimmer man, he was pushed and he pulled as they made their way towards the bed.

Methos was thrilled to have finally claimed the mouth he’d been fantasizing about for years. Pausing as they stepped up the stairs, Methos pushed Duncan up against the bulkhead as he dug his fingers into the silken mass of hair. His long fingers swiftly removed the tie and put it in his pocket. Wrapping his hand around Duncan’s nape, he buried his hand into the soft floral and citrus scented hair and angled the dark head as he continued his claim. His left hand slid up to a hardened nipple and rubbed lightly making its owner gasp slightly against his mouth. He pushed his groin in to rub against Duncan’s erection which was held tight in those sinful jeans. “...most beautiful mouth...” he murmured, “...wanted for so long...”

Duncan had never been so completely and thoroughly kissed in his life. He briefly thought that he was giving as good as he got until that strong hand wound itself in his hair and turned his head just so. He felt dazed and out of breath and tightened the hold he had on the slim waist. Five thousand years! Methos must have spent the entire time learning how to kiss... Duncan trembled slightly and locked knees that suddenly felt like water.

Feeling the tremble in the strong body prompted Methos to pull back slightly and continue their move to the bed giving Duncan a moment to catch his breath. He’d always been enthralled with the Highlander’s mouth knowing he’d never get enough, but he didn’t want to rush this although the sight of those flushed and swollen lips nearly killed that thought. Still, he needed Duncan to want him as much he wanted Duncan. He pulled the strong body towards him and angled it back towards the bed. Eventually they made it in a few more steps and stopped at the edge of the bed.

Duncan’s hands eased their hold on Methos’ waist slightly as he was pulled away from the bulkhead to continue their journey to the bed. He reveled in the strength of the arms around him. They stopped at the bed and he moved his hands to grab the edge his t-shirt off, pulling it off in one swift move. His head had barely cleared the material when he felt a hand again wrap itself in his hair and pull him into another wet, hard kiss. Methos rubbed his chest against him, skin warm against his own. When did Methos take out my hair tie? Four hands fumbled slightly in their efforts to release buttons and zippers at the same time bringing some chuckles into that deep long kiss.

With a final chuckle, Methos let himself fall backwards onto the bed. Leaning on his elbows the chuckle died in his throat as he looked at the incredible vision before him, Duncan with his jeans around his thighs and cock rising proudly from its nest of hair. “My God, Duncan, you are beautiful.” Not wanting to push too hard, he let the younger man take the lead...at his direction.

Duncan’s response was to drop forward onto his hands and lean in for another deep kiss. Pushing with his legs, he managed to get his jeans off and putting his weight on one arm allowed him to pull off Methos’ jeans as Methos sucked and bit his Adam’s apple. Methos was finally nude and Duncan was able to see his prize. His eyes traveled down an impossibly long body, firm pecs cradling tiny rose-colored nipples. A firmly muscled abdomen and sharp hipbones finally led his eye downward and what he saw made him catch his breath...two full and leaking cocks lightly grazing each other in what was probably one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. Without thought he shifted his hips slightly to rub his cock against Methos’ own. He heard a sharp hissed breath and he shifted again. Seeing that full thick cock twitch up against his own made him try to catch his breath again, only to find that he hadn’t been breathing at all. “Methos...” He forced brown eyes up to see hazel eyes amused and slightly wary. He thinks I’m afraid... To dispel that wary look, he closed his hand over that hard cock, gratified to see the hazel eyes close as a moan escaped the flushed lips. He leaned in to kiss that succulent mouth as his hand explored this new area. Methos was longer than him and slightly thinner, but oh so very hard. Duncan ran his thumb over the head, gently feeling around the foreskin to the small moist slit. Methos moaned against his mouth so he continued his explorations moving down to cup the wrinkled sac below, tenderly rolling the jewels within. Emboldened by Methos’ writhing he moved his hand further back to tentatively stroke across the small opening and pushed in slightly. Methos pulled back as he arched his back, his mouth open in a groaned ohhh! that sent a shiver down Duncan’s back. “Did I hurt you?” he quickly asked as he moved his hand away.

Moving forward again, Methos kissed Duncan and grasped the hand that had been doing such delicious things to his body. “No, no, you’re wonderful.” So Duncan was a virgin with men! That thought brought a pang to Methos’ chest and made him determined to make this first time good. “Duncan, have you ever been with a man before?” He could feel the slight tension in the great shoulders.

Oh, how he loved the sound of his name on those lips. “Hands only...tell me what you want...” Duncan lost himself in that beautiful neck rather than look at those knowing eyes. He continued to stroke and fondle the impressive cock in his hand.

“I want you in me, Duncan...we need lube...” He skimmed his hands over Duncan as he moved up on the bed. Oh the things he was going to show this Highland warrior... A vision of Duncan begging to be fucked shot a streak of desire through him making his cock ache and drip even more.

Duncan moved up and over Methos to the nightstand. Somewhere here...yes! He returned with a small tube in his hand, leftover from one of Amanda’s sporadic visits, suddenly feeling slightly shy and apprehensive. The last thing he ever wanted to do is hurt this precious man.

Methos whispered instructions in between fiery kisses. “Put some on your fingers...loosen me up...have you ever done this with a woman?” He continued at the slight nod, “Not much different...we’ll go slow, baby.” Methos leaned in to kiss him again, murmuring encouragement.

The endearment sent a little jolt through Mac. Amanda used all types of endearments, but for some reason they didn’t make his stomach flip like this. He eased a well-lubed finger into the tiny ring of muscle, moving in deeper at Methos’ nod. Oh, God, it was so tight! Easing in a second finger he slowly worked the muscles, moving his fingers around and around, scissoring them to stretch and loosen. At Methos’ direction he curled his fingers and pressed forward feeling a small spongy mass. At the first stroke Methos let out a groan that made Duncan freeze, again not knowing if he’d hurt his lover. A split moment later he realized that he’d touched Methos’ prostate.

“No, that...uhhhh...was beautiful, Duncan. Ahhhh. That was my prostate...and...gasp...it feels...very good.” Under. Fucking. Statement! Methos panted his instructions as he reached to grasp Duncan’s flagging erection.

Duncan smiled not only at the feel of Methos’ hand on his own erection, but at the sight of the look of pure pleasure on Methos’ face as he gently stroked his prostate again. He quickly leaned forward to kiss those beautiful lips before moving down to the cruelly untouched cock. Adjusting his body so that they could touch each other freely Duncan again focused on the hard cock in front of him. Knowing how he liked to be touched, he took a leap of faith and grasped Methos firmly. But he was ready for more. Slowly, he bent his head and breathed in deeply, learning the scent of Methos’ arousal as he pushed his nose into the dark curls. The firm grasp on his own cock emboldened him so he tentatively began to lick the tantalizing little drop seeping from head of the cock in his hand as he stroked inside his lover. He was richly rewarded by the writhing moans from the body under him. He found the taste fascinating. It was very similar to tasting himself on a lover’s lips. He could get very used to this…

Gasping, Methos looked up at the demon he’d unleashed. Duncan was avidly exploring his cock with his mouth. “Precocious child...are you sure you’ve never done this before!” he barely managed the last word as Duncan swallowed his erection nearly whole. The sight of that incredible mouth stretched wide over his cock and the feel of the tongue licking deliciously over him…Gods, it was a fantasy made real! Methos watched the expressions cross the beautiful face as he carded his fingers through the thick dark hair. He was quickly losing his resolve to let the younger man take the lead. It took a great deal of his considerable will power not to throw Duncan back and bury himself in the golden body, but he didn’t want to do anything too fast. He needed this to be good for Duncan, needed him to be comfortable. There would be time enough later to explore other possibilities but he needed more now. “In me...now!” Not waiting, Methos grabbed the tube and slathered some on the cock he’d been grasping, fully hard and weeping at the tip. He turned slightly and spread his legs, turning and lifting himself onto the muscled thighs of his new lover.

Duncan lost no time in positioning himself. Placing the head of his cock at the small opening, he pushed forward slightly just passing that tight outer ring with the tip of his cock. It was obviously too slowly for Methos’ taste since he wrapped his legs around Duncan’s waist and pull forward, impaling himself on Duncan’s cock.

“Jesus, Methos!” Duncan gasped but lost no time in pulling out slightly and pushing back in. God, this was heaven...tight, so tight...and hot! He explored the sensations as he pushed in, watching Methos’ face as he twisted his hips...yes! There it is...that sweet spot that made Methos shudder and moan. He grabbed the hips and plunged in deeper and deeper, back and forth, enthralled in the movements and expressions of the man under him but quickly losing his ability for coherent thought. “Open your eyes, Methos, I want to see you!” Dark dilated eyes met his, beautiful in their passion. Duncan leaned forward and captured those lips in a possessive kiss as strong arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Sweat dripped down his temples as he pistoned in and out. Reaching between them he grasped Methos’ cock in his hand, sliding that silky skin over the hard core beneath. Somehow, he could feel something building inside of him. He looked deeply into the hazel eyes, now greener with passion...and something else? He stared deeply knowing his own orgasm was building up deep inside, but this felt different, a spark of something between them. He imagined he could feel a warm hand on his cock despite knowing his cock was buried deep in his partner. He couldn’t process it. He just went with it...whatever it was. With just a few strokes he felt the cock jump as hot liquid poured over his fist, felt as though he was coming although he knew that he hadn’t, yet. He was caught by the intense grasp and felt Methos’ interior muscles spasm around him. Duncan felt the burning gather in his spine, coiling and readying to burst as that heat engulfed him. He plunged in once, twice and then felt himself falling into a darkened pit as fireworks exploded inside and around him sending streaks of molten fire burning up his spine and into his brain as he came deep inside of Methos. The sensation of falling never ceased as spasms wracked his body. He didn’t know he’d fallen forward and was barely aware of the slide of his semen-slicked skin against the man under him.

Duncan’s thoughts were a whirling incomprehensible mass, so it took several moments before the sounds and pushes made sense.

“Move...can’t breath...”

Oh...okay. Duncan rolled off to the side.

“Much better, love.”

Duncan marveled at the intense orgasm. He wondered if he’d imagined everything else. Duncan looked at the amused and happy green/gold eyes and decided he really liked Methos’ endearments. He wanted nothing more than to cuddle into that strong body and wrap those long arms and legs around him. It was a new feeling. Although Duncan had been on top, he was in no doubt as to who directed this encounter and he found that he liked the thought. He had enjoyed following Methos’ lead. With other lovers, all women, he’d always been the strong one, always taking the lead in lovemaking. Even with Kristen. Oh, she had given direction regarding his deportment and dress, but in the bedroom she had made it known that she thoroughly enjoyed her lusty Highland lad.

Feeling suddenly shy, Duncan kept his eyes down and contemplated that last thought. He’d always tried to be a considerate lover but he was definitely the lead...until now. Oh, it would probably even out as he gained experience...that thought sent a warm feeling through him...but he realized he liked having a partner who was his equal...maybe more. Strong, intelligent and who was more than capable of controlling him completely... He blushed at the thought and buried his face into the strong neck. He wasn’t ready to explore that frightening deep, dark feeling...need...just yet. But now he had Methos and that thought brought a deeply satisfying feeling. Happy, he looked up and smiled as he leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his t-shirt off the floor. He used it to wipe up Methos chest and belly and then wiped his own, a small smile playing about his lips but saying nothing. Tossing it aside he leaned over and very tenderly kissed Methos and moved down to nuzzle at his throat.

Methos was totally unnerved at the tender kiss and complete silence. The sudden blush and hidden face sent a pang through his chest. I should have expected this...he wasn’t ready... “Regrets already?” he asked in sad resignation.

The sad question took Duncan completely by surprise and brought his head up, brown eyes looking deeply into hazel eyes. “Regrets? No, I...I’m just completely at a loss for words.” Duncan ran his hand down the side of Methos’ face. “That was...absolutely incredible. Methos, I just...never knew...” He leaned down and kissed Methos again, this time showing every bit of passion and desire in him for what they’d discovered.

Relief and joy swept through the ancient’s body as he returned the kiss. Stupid, stupid old man...so ready for rejection. “I’m sorry, Duncan... I suppose I just wasn’t sure...”

“Well, be sure, old man.” Duncan was surprised at the ancient’s vulnerability...but then he remembered how unsure Methos had been as he started his relationship with Alexa. “I suppose I’ll just have to prove it to you over...kiss...and over...kiss...again.” And we’ll figure out if that weird connection between us happens again. With yet another smile, he settled back and brought Methos in close, yawning slightly into the soft spiky hair. “I’ll start again tomorrow...”

“It’s already tomorrow.” A sleepy voice responded. “And besides, maybe it’s time I show you...” as he pulled the covers up over them both and Duncan shut off the light.

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“Right.”

“Yes. It is. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Methos.” As they both drifted off to sleep.

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Duncan woke to soft light coming in the barge. He snuggled closer to the warm body next to him and remembered the night before. God, that was incredible, he said to himself as a warm rush suffused his chest. He rubbed his nose in the soft hair under his chin and tightened his arms around the slim waist. Breathing in the wonderful scent of the body in his arms, Duncan decided he could lay there forever. Warm sand...exotic spices...mystery...can you smell mystery? No, but everything about this enigmatic man exuded mystery and called to him in ways he didn’t yet understand. Methos shifted slightly and began to snore softly. Duncan had to quell the urge to giggle. Oh, he was far too awake now, and Methos wasn’t...and definitely wouldn’t be for quite awhile. Opting for a happier, well-rested Methos later prompted Duncan to carefully slide out of bed and go for a run. Methos hadn’t moved by the time he was ready, so he quietly leaned in and kissed the old man on the cheek. “Going for a run and then I’ll get breakfast for us.” Us. A mumbled mmmmpfff was his only response. Grinning and feeling happier than he had for who knows how long, Duncan grabbed his wallet, keys and katana. He’d drive out to the park, run and then hit the boulangerie for fresh croissants on the way back.

Duncan pulled up near the park and got out to stretch. It was still very cold and there was still a bit of snow on the ground, but he decided to remove his outer coat anyway. He’d warm up soon enough. Besides, he wanted it dry and relatively inoffensive when he went to the bakery later. He tossed it into the car letting it land on his katana behind the driver’s seat, obscuring it from idle passers-by. Pocketing his keys he started out on a path that wound its way through some of the more secluded parts of the park. It had rained during the early morning hours but fortunately hadn’t yet frozen over and the paths were dry enough he decided as he started out slowly. He was completely unaware of the eyes watching him from a van parked some distance away.

“Finally! If I’d known he was going to be this late this morning, I’d of slept in longer.” The first man groused as he watched Duncan begin his run. The second man said nothing as he loaded the gun with the dart. The third man in the back remained silent.

“Well he’s here now. Let’s get in place and get this over with and move on to the next part. It’ll be better than sitting in cars all day.”

“Yeah, like you really mind. We both know we’ll do anything the boss wants. Everyone is better off that way.” The second man smiled as he turned his palm upright and rubbed his thumb and first two fingers together then he turned and started the van and drove to the spot where they would be able to get close enough.

Duncan jogged around the bend in the trail. Just as he passed the corner he felt a deep sharp pain in his back. He stumbled as the drug quickly ran through his system and was unconscious before his tumbling body came to a stop.