Bodie lay on his back, his fists automatically clutching at the rumpled sheets.

His sweat-ridden body had been caressed, stroked, licked and nibbled to within an inch of its life.

Bodie's vision became hazy as a hot, wet mouth encased itself around his engorged cock, the tongue of his lover swirling itself under the uncut head, and tasting the pre-cum that was now freely oozing out of the slit.

Shuddering as ripples of pleasure coursed through his body, he couldn't hold back his orgasm; he came with a loud groan, his hot seed spurting deeply into the wonderfully welcoming mouth.

---

Without giving him a chance to relax, his lover tenderly stroked and teased Bodie's opening, inserting first one finger then two to gently stretch him.

Moaning with pleasure, Bodie opened up to his mate. As he wrapped his legs around the body above him, he pulled Doyle towards him, curling his hands in that gorgeous hair.

Moving in and out in the eternal dance of love, their world narrowed to that room. As Bodie came yet again, his muscles tightened around the cock inside him, and he felt Doyle's hot liquid erupting in a joyous orgasmic rhythm.

Sated, they slept.

---

Waking, Bodie felt the disappointment wash over him as he realised Doyle wasn't there.

Rolling onto his back, he moaned softly. This wasn't the first time Doyle and he had made love, and he'd found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with his partner.

Unfortunately it seemed that the golly didn't feel the same, otherwise, pondered Bodie, why would he leave so suddenly and without waking him?

Turning to face the empty side of the bed there was a note. Grinning, Bodie read, "I didn't want to wake you. I'll be back soon, with tea. I love you. Ray."

-- THE END --

November 2004