A Bull By The Horn

I disclaim any legal rights to these characters, but avow moral ones on the grounds that I love them and am giving them activity denied by their owners.
PWP
What else? Darien decides to take the bull by the horns and invites Bobby over for some playtime.

A Bull by the Horn
by Tawny

“Okay, laughing boy, what is so important that I had to come over here and hold your widdle hand instead of getting home to watch that Padres game I videotaped before somebody tells me what the final score was?”

Darien Fawkes studied his aggravated partner while the compact agent worked his way through the rant.

“Somebody’s not in a very good mood,” he commented.

“Somebody’s not in a very good mood,” Bobby Hobbes mimicked. “We were supposed to have today off, and I had it all planned out to watch this game and use up a bunch of free weekend minutes on my cell phone making fun of my uncle in Brooklyn when the Padres ran away with it. When we got the call this morning, I buzzed Uncle Jonas and told him to tape the game, and we’d do it this evening. So you now have an elderly Jewish guy in Brooklyn sitting waiting by the phone for his favorite nephew to call. What if he croaks before we get together?”

“If Uncle Jonas is anything like his favorite nephew, he’ll just pester somebody into watching the game with him.” Darien started to laugh. “I bet I know what it really is - you two have a bet on the game, don’t you?”

“Well, Uncle Jonas may have said something about…”

“Yeah, I knew it. Well, you got some business to take care of right here in San Diego, Hobbesy.”

“Fawkes, there’s always business to take care of,” Hobbes snapped. “Once in a while it’s nice to make something a little more personal a priority.”

“Funny, that’s just exactly what I had in mind when I invited you over, little tiger.” Darien slowly moved closer slowly. “Something a little more personal.”

“Fawkes, are you alright there, buddy?” Hobbes’ eyes flickered rapidly from side to side. “Not feelin’ the red eye comin’ back or anything, are you?”

“Oh, Hobbesy, I’m feeling just fine.” Darien smiled, then reached out to lay one hand on Hobbes’ arm. “The quicksilver madness hasn’t reared its nasty head in weeks, now. Me and the Fat Man are on a little more of an equal basis, or at least I don’t feel like a slave to the Agency any more. Claire is happily piddling away on new research to get the gland out. And I think it’s time me and my partner spent some quality time working on our partnership.”

“Working on the partnership?” Hobbes was still looking very nervous. “Nothin’ wrong with our partnership, there, partner. Okay, that whole joining the FBI thing hurt, but I told you already, I understand that you were kinda overwhelmed, what with suddenly finding out that Claire had given you the cure, and the chief wanted to just let you die, and you figured out you couldn’t go back to thieving, and you thought I’d be willing to go with you, although you couldn’t have given it much thought if you figured on Bobby Hobbes riding anybody’s coattails back into the big leagues, but like I say, I pretty much understand. All is forgiven and forgotten, kid.”

“I finally figured out that you really mean that.” Darien’s smile softened and became almost coy. He started rubbing his hand slowly up and down Hobbes’ arm. “That’s why I decided it was gonna be okay to finally push things between us to where they ought to be.”

Hobbes glanced at the hand rumpling his shirtsleeve. “What ‘where they ought to be’?” he asked hastily. “Everything is cool between us,” he hesitated. “Isn’t it?”

“Hopefully not too cool,” Darien’s voice was slowly moving into a lower register. “I definitely would like to warm things up a bit. Just between you and me.”

“Fawkes, what are” Hobbes swallowed suddenly. “What are you talking about?” His voice was rising just a little.

“Oh, I think you know what I’m talking about. This has been building between us for most of the last couple of years. But what with the quicksilver madness, and no control of my life, I didn’t feel like I had the right to ask for anything you didn’t offer.”

“Right?” Suddenly Hobbes’ nervousness vanished, and he seemed angry. “You didn’t think you had the right to ask me for anything? After everything you’ve probably been through in your life, the stuff I know about and the stuff I don’t know about… Hell, Fawkesy, you got the right to ask me for anything you want. I just would never ask you to … well, I mean … I would never want to make you feel like you hadda …”

“Yeah, I finally worked that out. It’s the whole prison thing, isn’t it? You know damn well what it’s like for a guy like me; young, slender, good-looking. And just for your information, I didn’t always mind some of the things that happened. Pretty boys need their fun, too, you know.” He lifted both hands to Hobbes’ shoulders and stooped to hold his eyes firmly. “But I don’t think you’ll hold that against me. At one time I was afraid you would, but now I know you better.”

“Hold it against you? No way, Fawkesy. I just figure you’ve been pushed around enough in your life, wouldn’t want you thinkin’ for a minute I’d ever insist on anything.”

“Well, how about if I want to do a little insisting?” Darien let one hand slide slowly down Hobbes’ torso until the fingers hooked into the waistband of his slacks. He dropped his other hand away as he turned toward the bed on the far side of the room.

“Oh, did you have something specific in mind you wanted to insist on?” Hobbes’ voice was getting deeper now, too. He didn’t resist as Darien began to tug him forward.

“Oh, I might have an idea or two.” Darien let his fingertips flick against the hard belly beneath the slacks.

“You sure this is what you want?” Hobbes was still following along as Darien led him to the bedside.

“I’m so damn horny for you, Bobby, that I’m practically in pain.” He grabbed his partner’s hand and pressed it to his own groin. “See?”

Bobby rubbed slowly up and down the bulging hard on and smiled. “Guess I’m gonna have to do something about that, huh?” His hand paused for a moment and he grinned. “Don’t seem as restricted in there as I would think, with that bad boy so lively,” he commented. “You’re flying free under your slacks, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I thought maybe you’d wanna do something about it, alright, Bobby. And I didn’t see why I should fence my friend and yours in.” Darien pulled Bobby up against his body so that he could feel the rising hardness behind the smaller man’s zipper. “The way things have been between us, I didn’t figure I’d have to give you too many straight out suggestions to get what I need.”

Bobby groaned and reached up to cup Darien’s face in his hands. When he pulled gently, Darien leaned down until their lips met. Almost instantly both sets parted, and eager tongues engaged in an enthusiastic wrestling match. Meanwhile, their hands began tugging at clothing fasteners. They only broke the erotic kiss when absolutely necessary during the time it took to strip themselves and each other naked.

Then Darien sprawled back onto the bed. Bobby seemed to hesitate for a moment, but it quickly became obvious that he was admiring the feast spread before him. Darien used the opportunity to enjoy the erotic view of the compact, hard-muscled form hovering over him. But he quickly became impatient and reached out to grasp the impressive arch of arousal that rose throbbingly from Bobby’s groin.

He pulled Bobby forward and down. Their hands began a new task; exploring hot flesh, stoking hard muscles and seeking out sensitive spots. Finally, Bobby rolled them both over so that he was on his back and he supported Darien astride his hips. As if automatically understanding what his compact friend had in mind, Darien sat back so that they could share a quiet gaze.

Slowly each man’s eyes began to wander where their hands had already explored. Darien saw hard muscle and still harder nipples, all set off with the lightest sprinkling of dark chest hair. The muscles were short and thick, and the naturally toned skin set off their form and emphasized how strong his body was. The look of Bobby’s rippled abs there between his own pale thighs brought an additional tightness to his groin.

Bobby enjoyed the presentation of long, powerful musculature, well defined despite his partner’s usually skinny appearance. The pale, hairless skin was taut across Darien’s pecs and chest and abdomen, thrusting tantalizingly outward as it crossed the hard nubs of the young man’s prominent nipples. The long thighs that parted to encompass his own darker flesh stretched appealingly from a crotch surprisingly covered in pale brown, curly hair. And from that nest rose an eager erection, not so thick as his own but proud in its ridged length. Even that was pale compared to his own dark, mediterranean coloring. The blood-engorged flesh was a deep pink, more burgundy than red, except where the finely sculpted head darkened to nearly purple.

Their quiet moment of mutual contemplation ended when Bobby’s hands impulsively latched onto Darien’s hips and urged him forward. Darien obeyed almost dreamily, and rose part way onto his knees so that Bobby could easily take him into his mouth. He watched as Bobby’s lids half-hooded deep brown eyes and the dark mouth firmly drew him in, inch by trembling inch. He reached out unseeing to grasp the headboard as his mouth dropped open in a gut-deep moan.

Bobby’s tongue was stroking up and down his shaft, and he’d sucked him in so deeply that the glans was cushioned among his throat muscles. Those cheek muscles hollowed as a delicious pressure formed around him. When Bobby swallowed, Darien’s whole body jerked with what felt like an electric shock.

“Aaaahhh! Yes!” he cried out. And felt a momentary chill as he watched silver race across his body and his partner, and they both vanished from sight. “Aw crap,” he muttered, having lost the erotic stimulation of watching his beloved friend suck his cock. But now he had a little attention to spare to enjoy other parts of the powerful figure beneath him.

Without releasing the grip of his other hand, Darien reached back one long arm and arched his back. This let him walk his fingers slowly down those compact muscles, until they plunged into a hot forest of tightly curled pubic hair and found the trunk of the mighty oak of a cock. He let them curl tightly around it, and did his best to retake a little bit of command of the situation. He pulled, using a slow, hard slide up the shaft until his thumb reached and slid up and across the head. It immediately became slick with a thick bead of precum. He loosened his grip just enough to let his fingers tickle their way back down before repeating the process.

Bobby’s deep-chested groan carried a vibration throughout his mouth and all the way down Darien’s shaft to his already tightening balls.

“Sweet heaven, Bobby, I’m not going to last long,” he moaned. He quickly increased the pace of his stroking, trying to pull his lover along with him over the edge. Bobby responded by thrusting his hips hard up in a perfect counterpoint to the motion of Darien’s hand. He also adjusted his suckling on Darien’s cock to the same rhythm.

A long moment of near silence was filled only by the protests of the apparently empty bed as the hard motion of Bobby’s lower body was transferred to the headboard by Darien’s still firm grasp on it.

Then Darien felt his senses soar up into the ecstatic moment of orgasm, and cried out in his pleasure until Bobby’s name echoed around the room.

His mindless ecstasy and the coating of quicksilver both broke up when he collapsed face down onto the bed beside his lover. Bobby's arms steadied him and his hand stroked soothing circles on Darien's back while the younger man gulped great breaths to calm his pounding heart.

"Holy crap, Bobby, that was incredible!" he finally gasped.

"Bobby Hobbes knows what he's doing, my friend.

"Yeah, I noticed that." He shifted around onto his side so he could face his lover. Bobby's smile was warm, and the stress lines on his face had given way to obvious laugh lines. "Are you laughing at me, Bobby?"

"Do I look like I'm laughing at you, sweetcheeks? I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself so much. Not exactly bad for my ego to have you go howling my name like that, ya know."

Darien cuddled up closer, and realized that something hard was pressing into his leg.

"God, Bobby, you're still like a steel rod!" he exclaimed. "Sorry, I meant to bring you off with me, but you kinda wiped everything out of my mind there at the end."

"Hey, I'm sure we can come up with something to take care of the problem. I wouldn't mind a little more of what you were doing there before."

"Oh, now that sounds like fun to me." Darien sat up and took hold once more of the hard curve of flesh. He reached his other hand past it to cup the dark furred sac of flesh behind, admiring the way the deep brown flesh of both cock and scrotum were nestled into the thick black hair that made a tightly curled pad localized just at the groin. The skin of both was far from smooth - full as the sac was, it still was wrinkled and loose. And Bobby's cock was ridged with veins. The scar from circumcision was almost unnoticeable, and the head flared despite how tight arousal had pulled the skin. It wasn't so long as his own, but it's thickness gave it a hefty feel he was finding very pleasing to the touch. He began a firm caress, nudging the tip of his thumb into the notch at the back of the glans and smoothing his fingers up and down the ridges. All the while, he played the two hard balls within the sac in his other hand.

Then he took a grip on the shaft and began to pump up and down, slowly at first, but rebuilding to the fast pace he'd used before as Bobby threw his head back and groaned. Bobby responded further by thrusting up into Darien's grasp. Beads of precum were oozing from the slit, and Darien used these to reduce friction as he continued his attentions. Soon he could feel Bobby's balls tightening up and his cock beginning to throb. He leaned down and dipped his tongue into Bobby's naval, and instantly the moans became a howl as Bobby came forcefully, covering his own stomach and Darien's hands and face with the white ribbons of semen.

"Darien!" Bobby shouted. His body was ridged for a moment longer, then he sank back onto the mattress panting.

Darien watched his partner's face until the flush of excitement slowly faded, and his eyes opened.

"Who's the man?" he asked humorously.

"Kid, that was definitely the best hand job I have ever had the pleasure of."

"So I guess you don't mind so much my calling you over here this evening?"

"Huh? Okay, that was definitely a better ball game. I may have a hard time explaining to Uncle Jonas why I didn't call, but he's an understanding old guy. So yeah, I guess you're forgiven."

"Good, 'cause I had some other ideas we're gonna have to try as time goes by."

"Oh, I don't think there's any doubt about that." Bobby smiled and pulled his young lover down to rest on his chest. "No doubt at all, Darien."

END