Alternate Perspective

by Carla Jane

Rated: A

Pairing: Rodney/Doug

Warning: Slash.

Summary: Well, it's pretty shallow. Kate's preggers, so Kate and Doug are home for the season. Rodney is working on the estate. Kate leaves, Doug gets bored, Rodney entertains him. That's about it.

Disclaimer: Not mine. A great many people far more talented than me are responsible for creating these characters. Oh yes, and add an unsafe sex warning too. this is fantasy, people.

Author's notes: Crossing over: Rodney Lange from Highlander (episode: The Fighter) with Doug Dorsey from 'The Cutting Edge'

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Approximately 1995

It wasn't like there were a lot of servants working on the Mosley estate. Doug could likely count the hired help on two hands if he went far enough out of his way to actually attempt it. The thing was, he and Kate had been in transit so much over the last couple of years that Doug didn't know a single one of the employee's names. The situation was a bit weird, but he was getting used to living like a wealthy man even if he wasn't actually rich like Kate's dad.

Kate tended to ignore the employees and servants unless thy expressed a need for her attention or their work directly impinged on her. It was a talent that Doug Dorsey hadn't quite mastered. That was why he noticed the dark-haired handyman hanging around the rink while Kate was oblivious.

Doug considered the woman holding tight to one of his arms. Kate was a beautiful woman even with the extra weight beginning to alter her normally svelte form. Her unexpected pregnancy might not be a source of delight to Kate, but Doug still thought it had brought a glow to her features. That inner shine more than made up for Kate's slight loss of grace. It wasn't impossible that someone besides Doug was attracted to Kate, even now, especially now.

Unsure of how he felt about the idea of another man admiring his pregnant wife, Doug frowned in the direction of their small audience. Under normal circumstances Doug was comfortable with masses of people staring at Kate and himself. It was part of the job. Being on their home rink, with Kate carrying their baby, skewed the situation.

Kate and Doug went through a modified version of the routine they'd been doing all across the country when Kate's pregnancy had been discovered. Doug could feel vibrations shake his wife's body whenever they had to skip over one of the more demanding sections of the long program. Kate had been skating since she learned to walk and it didn't sit well with her when someone besides her coach told her she wasn't allowed to perform any move she felt like attempting. Hell, even their coach thought twice before telling Kate she couldn't do something on the ice.

By the time they'd finished the altered exercise, Kate was frowning and grumbling. When Doug lifted her upright she shook him off and skated away without a kiss, or even a pleasant word to her husband.

Her mood made Doug's choice easier. Rather than following Kate out and being subjected to glares or perhaps even verbal abuse, Doug skated over to their audience of one. He stopped sideways, throwing up a small spray of crushed ice. "Hey." Doug offered up a lop-sided smile to hold the guy in place.

"Hey." Shoulders hunched and the guy took a step back away from the waist high rail that bordered this section of the ice rink. "Sorry. I didn't mean to intrude." Untidy black hair fell forward to shield his eyes.

"No big deal," Doug fibbed. "I just don't think we've met. I'm Doug Dorsey. I'm married to the boss's daughter," he tried to jest.

"Rodney." the guy divulged softly. "Rodney Lange. I'm outside help. Cars, the yards, house repairs. that sort of stuff. I know who you are. sir." The honorarium was tacked on awkwardly but sincerely. "I've got your old room."

Doug's brows lifted in surprise. He hadn't given any thought to his room in the small building near the rink. Doug hadn't realized anyone at all was staying in the converted guest house since Anton had left. All his stuff had already been moved into the main house when they'd finally wandered home after the Olympics. Besides, he and Kate hadn't been here for longer than a week at a time since winning the gold. There'd been appearances, the wedding, the honeymoon, then touring.

"I never thought much about skating. as a sport, y'know." Rodney's one shoulder shrugged toward the rink. "But you do put a lot into it. and your exercise equipment. it's damned fine stuff. if a little unused these last coupla years."

"We've been on the road for a while." Too long, Doug added mentally, as he leaned on the railing. "So you're the one that's kept our gear working. Thanks. It's in great shape. The action is still nice and smooth."

"Well, I've been using it some. with Mr Mosley's permission, of course," the qualifier rushed out. "My work is fine for keeping fit but it misses some of the muscle groups."

Doug took a moment to actually look at Rodney. "What's your sport? Hockey?" The questioning word was more than a little eager.

Rodney let out a faint laugh. "Sorry, Mr Dorsey. I can't skate. I was a boxer. though I do okay on a basketball court I'm told." His smile was only fleeting. "Nothing like you and your wife though. I never got past local matches. It ain't much compared to the Olympics. twice. Your coach told me you got there with a hockey team before you got gold doing pairs." The admiration was clear both in Rodney's tone and his shining green eyes. "I hope you don't mind me watching you, Mr Dorsey. If it bothers you I won't do it again."

Reassured that the attention wasn't just because of Kate's beauty, Doug grinned. "No problem. and it's just Doug." Wiping a sleeve across his forehead, Doug glanced in the direction Kate had taken. She should be done in the showers soon. "We're gonna be home for a while now. Maybe I'll get you to spot me on the weights once in a while, if you don't mind. Our coach is gone and Kate can't quite manage it."

"That'd be great," Rodney agreed eagerly. "Well, I should get back to work. I'll clean off the ice if you're done for the day."

"Yeah, we are. See you later, Rodney." Turning, Doug skated to the far side of the rink.

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

Doug didn't recall the large, hanging punching bag that now took up a corner of the gym, but it was a damned welcome addition. Shouting back at Kate wouldn't have achieved anything. Instead, Doug had just sat through her screaming rant and the following, heartfelt apology. Once she was snuggled down in bed with warm milk and a book, Doug slipped out into the night. His technique likely sucked but Doug really needed to hit something right now. Running the track and slamming doors hadn't helped at all.

"You're gonna hurt your hands like that." Rodney's voice cut in after the first few slapping punches. He padded into the gym, blinking against the brightness of the overhead lights.

"Don't matter." Doug slammed his fist again, not slowed by the jolt of pain it caused.

"It'll matter when you try to pull off one of those twirly, 'crack the whip' type moves with your wife and you lose your grip on her hand." Rodney crossed over, catching up a pair of wrist bracers as he passed a table. "Here." The stiff guards were tossed to Doug. "You don't need to sprain your wrist." Some knuckle gloves were picked up as well. "You'll still feel it, but hopefully you won't damage anything."

"Whatever." Doug pulled on the protections absently then took the gloves that were thrust upon him.

"Thanks. If you wrecked yourself on my bag, Mr Mosley would likely fire me." Rodney moved to hold the punching bag. "Slam away."

For the next fifteen minutes or so the only sound in the work-out room was leather hitting leather. It wasn't until Doug's punches slowed that either of them spoke.

Doug cursed himself for not considering the other man when he'd barged into the small building, slamming doors and kicking at the woodwork. Most of the Mosley's servants were in the other building closest to the mansion, or actually in the manor house. This place had been reserved for Doug and Pamchenko back before Doug married Kate. What with the ballet studio, locker-like bathrooms and such, this place hardly seemed like anyone's home. "Sorry if I woke you." His breath was growing laboured.

"No big deal. I'll sleep late. Work late to make it up. It ain't like my hours are set in stone. Just so long as the work gets done, I'm okay." Rodney straightened up. The hits weren't coming hard enough to even swing the bag any longer.

"You like it, your job?"

"It's clean work for the most part. not physically clean, I mean, but honest. and the room and board is a fair perk."

"This place is kinda." Doug backed up, shaking out his shoulders. "Remote," he finished. "It used to make me crazy back when I was just working here." Doug looked down at his hands. "I didn't have a car. They didn't want me 'prowling' around anytime I felt like it, not while I was in training." He laughed absently to himself at a stray memory. Anton had described Kate's reaction to the field trip he'd taken just a little while before the Nationals. She'd been less than understanding.

"Yeah, well. It keeps me out of trouble." Rodney's mouth quirked in a half smile. "My sister comes and picks me up once a month for a long weekend. She and her husband run a B & B about two hours north of here."

Doug peeled off the gloves, wincing at the feel of newly forming bruises. "Party on." The tone was sarcastic. "Damn. I could use a beer." Doug's eyes lifted. "You got any or do I have to raid the big house?"

"How about ice-water and the sauna?" Rodney suggested. "It's warmed up. I was going to use it later. I picked up a bit of a kink in my back standing on a ladder all day. You can help yourself. It's your place after all."

"No, it's not." Doug threw the bits of leather at the tabletop. "It's Jack's. It's Kate's. Not mine. I'm just a member of the hired help that got lucky." He almost spat.

Noticing that the outburst had caused Rodney's expression to darken, Doug apologized. "Sorry. I don't mean to take it out on you." A sigh gusted out. "Kate's being hormonal. It always seems the people that I love best are the ones who know right where to stick the knife."

"It's like that for everyone," Rodney sympathized. "Iris knows her way around a sharp comment too."

"Iris?"

"My sis. She's seen me at my worst. Family always does." Rodney grimaced. "So what do you say? You want to sweat it out? I've some bottles of spring water in the freezer."

"No beer?"

"Not in a sauna. It'd make you sick." The countering offer had an odd tone to it, almost like Rodney was a bit desperate. "Water's better."

"Yeah, sure." Doug relented. "But I don't want to rob you of your turn. We can share. It's more than big enough for two people."

"I'll get the water."

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

Stretched out on the bench, Doug felt practically boneless. All the tension from Kate's tirade about the pregnancy and his sense of responsibility bled away. Rodney was keeping the silence at bay with a rambling story about himself and his sister running a scam on some nuns in a Catholic school. Doug's vision and sense of touch were pleasantly dulled by the clouds of warm stream. A frosty bottle of water was near at hand to quench his thirst. Life was good for the moment.

"Of course, that's when Sister Mike called in the exterminators."

Doug blinked, sort of following the meandering tale, although the soothing tempo of Rodney's voice held more interest than the content of his words. "Can't really blame her," Doug murmured, to prove he was still awake and listening.

"They tented up the whole school for three days to fumigate." Rodney laughed, a low throaty chuckle that made Doug think of wood-smoke and warm rum punch.

Rolling up onto one elbow, Doug peered through the mist at Rodney. Rodney was sitting straight up almost on the edge of the bench and he looked altogether too alert for the temperature. "Seems like a lot of trouble to go through for a date and a couple days off school."

"Ah yes, but it was Marco DelZotto." The perpetual lock of hair that was forever hanging in Rodney's eyes looked even longer and cloaked more of his face since it was limp in the moist air. "Iris swore it was true love." The back of Rodney's hand wiped over his upper lip. "Of course she dumped him the next month when she caught him sucking face with Tia Lembell under the stands at a basketball game."

"But what was in it for you, Rodney?" Doug stared, noticing Rodney was rather pink skinned. He shouldn't spend too much longer in the heat.

"It made Iris smile." Rodney shrugged. When the movement threatened to dislodge his towel, Rodney caught at the fabric. "And I got to see Marco crawl naked through that hole. all covered in butter. That was a fucking gorgeous sight all by itself." A sudden breath was sucked in. "Christ. I've been in here too long. I'm getting giddy. I need to take a shower." Rodney all but jumped to his feet, still clutching the towel in front of himself. "Don't stay in too much longer Doug. I'll leave my track suit in the bathroom. It's clean. You're not going to want to put that other stuff back on. not now you're all. y'know." Without giving Doug a chance to respond, Rodney slipped out of the sauna.

Puzzled by the sudden retreat, Doug sat the rest of the way up on the bench. His thoughts were muddied by fatigue and heat. Rodney was right. It was time to get out. Certainly Kate would be asleep by now and she was always easier to deal with when she was rested lately.

Oddly enough, even though Doug was only moment behind Rodney, the other man was no where around. The offered clothes were in place however. Doug had to scrunch up the pant legs because of their height difference, but the rest of the suit wasn't a half bad fit.

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

Doug knew he was pouting but he couldn't bring his expression under control. Kate laughed and laid two fingers against his lower lip.

"You're adorable and I love you beyond reason." she began.

"But you're leaving me anyway." Doug finished the sentence for her.

"I'm not leaving you." Kate rocked up onto her toes so she could kiss him. "I'll be back in two weeks. Why don't you go to Minnesota? You could spend some time with your brother while I'm gone?"

"Walter's closed the bar for a month. He's taken that new girlfriend of his to Australia. That's where she's from," Doug explained. "I think he's gonna marry her. They've gone to stay with her family for a coupla weeks."

"Sorry, love." Kate stroked his cheek. "You could fly out to California. Dad would be thrilled to see you and he's got an entire house rented, so there's plenty of room. It's on the beach," she coaxed.

"Can't I come with you? I'll amuse myself. I'll check into a hotel nearby so I won't be underfoot," Doug bargained. They hadn't been apart this long since their fateful kiss on the ice, years ago.

The limo driver had finished stowing the luggage and now stood holding the door handle, prepared to open it for Kate.

"Which would defeat the whole point of my going there," Kate chided. "I need some time to change gears, love. No skating. No dad. No you." She brushed her thumb over Doug's cheekbone. "My grandparents." Kate sighed. Her mother's parents had a small farm in Wisconsin. Kate had tried to explain how she wanted to connect with her long dead mother by immersing herself in that distant part of the family. "It's going to be odd enough as it is, but Grandma and Grandpa are looking forward to this. to having me all to themselves for the first time ever." She stalled out another protest by kissing him. "Just two weeks and I'll call every couple of days. You could go to New York, maybe catch a few games."

"Hockey season doesn't start until next month." Doug didn't really feel like going anywhere alone anyway. His friends tended to be of two types. The guys back in Duluth were out of the running, what with the bar being closed. It wouldn't be right hanging out anywhere else. Their skating friends were mostly of the 'Doug AND Kate's friends' variety, as opposed to Doug's buddies. Either way he was out of luck right at the moment. He certainly didn't want to go stay with Kate's father either. It felt odd enough to be living on the man's estate sometimes. Hanging out at the man's beach house, doing nothing but swimming and tanning while Jack worked, that would be even weirder.

The chauffeur cleared his throat and glanced at his wristwatch.

"Two weeks," Kate repeated as she pulled away from Doug. "I love you."

"I love you too." Doug darted forward to steal one last kiss before Kate climbed into the airport limo.

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

Doug had tried to watch TV, tried playing with a pinball machine in one of the play rooms, even tried reading. but he was too restless to settle at anything. He briefly considered a turn around the rink, but that thought just made him miss Kate even more. So it was that Doug wandered into the kitchen, but it was obvious that he was making the staff crazy. They kept offering to fetch or make things and he didn't want anything.

In the end he took the cook up on her offer of chicken wings and potato skins. Grabbing up the foil wrapped snacks and a couple of bottles out of the bar, Doug left the manor house and followed the path to the rink and its nearby guesthouse.

Rodney had been to see his sister two weekends ago so there was no reason he wouldn't be kicking around somewhere tonight. Balancing the food and drink in one arm, Doug let himself into the smaller building, rapping on door-frames as he went. "RODNEY!"

When Doug had been staying here the only room that Kate and Anton had considered 'his private space' was the bedroom he slept in but Doug figured that Rodney's domain might include the TV room and the kitchen as well since he was the only one actually living in the place right now. "Rodney! You around?"

The door to the TV room opened before Doug could reach it. "Is something wrong? Something broken?" Rodney appeared in the portal.

"No, everything's fine. It's dead quiet." Doug held up the food and bottles. "Do you mind if I hang out? I brought treats."

Rodney's gaze fixed on the bottle clicking in Doug's precarious hold. His expression was grim. "I don't really drink anymore, Doug." Dark brows pulled together.

"Oh. Sorry." Doug raised his arm to better illustrate the foil wrapped parcels instead. "I've got wings and potato skins too. Kate won't let me eat this kinda junk when she's home," Doug elaborated. "I thought you might want to watch a movie or something."

"A movie. here?" Rodney lingered in the doorway, looking decidedly uncomfortable. "I got something in but I doubt you'd be interested in it." His arm continued to block the entrance. "I've got a copy of 'Lethal Weapon' kicking around here somewhere. We could watch that."

"Whatever." Doug shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

"Lemmie just change it over," Rodney backed into the room.

"Anything would be fine." Doug didn't need much urging. The alternative would be better than going up to the silence of his and Kate's suite. The flick certainly didn't matter. Just talking with Rodney would be enough for Doug.

It was like the clock had turned back a few years. The room hadn't changed much since Doug had occupied the guest house years ago. Training video-tapes still lined the shelves. Diagrams of skating moves were still pinned up on one of the walls. Doug dropped the stuff on the floor beside the couch and settled down on the right side.

Rodney was fussing with the VCR, trying to stop the movie, while what looked like two guys were locking lips on the screen. "Damned thing." Rodney stabbed at the controls and finally the screen went blue. "Sorry." His head fell forward. "It's just something that my sister gave me. Some stupid foreign movie. but you know how women are." The tape was popped out and shoved into a crevice by the machine.

Doug blew out a long breath. "Hey, no big deal. When I first started figure skating I was a lot more. um. narrow." He shifted in place on the sofa. "But I got used to it. Figure skating ain't exactly hockey, that way. It's all over the place, guys like that." Staring down at his hands, Doug asked, "So, are you into that kind of thing?"

"Me?" Rodney let out a brittle laugh. Keeping his back to the other, Rodney crouched down and dug through the other video-tapes. "I was a boxer." A plastic case was extracted.

He could let it go at that, Doug realized. They could do the guy thing and ignore it all, just watch Gibson and Glover and pretend it hadn't happened. That's probably what Rodney wanted, but it wasn't going to work for Doug. He couldn't dismiss it, not in the mood he was in. "That doesn't answer the question, Rodney."

The new tape clunked into the VCR and an FBI warning started to scroll up the screen. "Don't Doug. Don't ask if you don't want to know."

Reaching down, Doug lifted one of the bottles from its resting place. "Used to be I'd let it go," Doug began. "But one thing I've learned from living with Kate is ignoring something doesn't make it go away. It just makes things more complicated later." After twisting the top off, Doug tipped the bottle and took a sip straight. If Rodney didn't drink there wasn't likely to be a lot of mix lying around. The stuff burned just a bit, but it wasn't bad this way. Jack Mosley's bar was stocked with only the best.

"Would it bother you if I was?" Rodney still hid the plain answer, but at least he finally turned around to face Doug.

"It's not like it has anything to do with ME," Doug countered and was surprised to see Rodney's entire face go dark red at the statement. "Does it?" the question burst out, almost as an afterthought.

"Can I have that?" Without waiting for permission, Rodney took the two steps required to reach out and pluck the bottle away.

"That stuff is pretty potent by itself," Doug tried to warn the other man even as he gave up the bottle. "Especially if you're not used to it."

Rodney just smirked and knocked back a slug that would do a skid row bum proud. He didn't even flinch, instead Rodney paused, caught his breath and took another extended swallow.

"That ain't exactly Pepsi, y'know." Doug stared.

"I know." Rodney wiped his lips with the same hand that held the bottle. Dropping onto the other end of the couch, Rodney settled the bottle's bottom on one denim covered thigh. He obviously had no intention of returning it.

Doug met Rodney's bright green eyes for as long as he could, but he had to turn away. Picking up the other, unopened bottle gave his hands something to do. "I thought you were scoping Kate out the first time I noticed you at the rink."

"I wasn't," Rodney whispered. ".looking at Kate." His eyes closed and he suddenly seemed exhausted. "You should just watch the movie, Doug." Rodney threw back another slug.

"I love my wife."

"Yeah. I know."

Rodney's eyes opened once more and Doug's stomach clenched. He felt as if he was skewered. The look that Rodney had turned on him had nothing in common with the half-condescending, half-interested appraisals that some of the male skaters had swept over Doug. It wasn't anything like any woman, Kate included, had ever pinned Doug with either. Doug's exhale was abrupt. His knuckles were white as he held the bottle's neck.

"Maybe it would be best if you left, Doug." Rodney's tone dropped to a thick whisper.

Doug shivered at the sound, inwardly telling himself that 'yeah, that was what he should do' but his body didn't want to obey. A potent combination of frustration with Kate, years worth of growing curiosity, and a genuine affection for Rodney combined to hold Doug in place. "I don't want to." He voiced the sentence through a throat gone tight.

Rodney took one last swig, and then sat the almost half-empty bottle down on the coffee table with exaggerated care. He continued to move until he knelt on one knee right beside Doug. Moving unnaturally slow, Rodney lifted one hand. The backs of his fingers trailed a path up one lightly stubbled cheek and into the short brown hair at Doug's left temple. Rodney's palm then turned inward and he threaded his fingers into the untidy hair. Doug's entire head was tilted backward with a mild pull.

Doug tensed as Rodney leaned in, not sure if he could handle what threatened to be an intense kiss. His senses were short-circuited however when Rodney's lips scorched down his jaw rather than trying to take his mouth.

Doug didn't recognize the noise that he himself let out when the burn swept back to his ear. Fingers tightened in Doug's hair and wet heat traced the curves of his ear. It was strange to be on the receiving end of this kind of attention. odd to be the one pushed into position and have an eager mouth tracing over his ear, then down his neck. The kiss, when it was finally pressed on Doug after more oral exploration of Doug's throat and face, tasted heavily of the whiskey that Rodney had knocked back.

"I was watching you." Rodney's words whispered straight into Doug's mouth, picking up a thread from long minutes ago. "I was thinking about how strong your legs must be." Rodney's body crowded close now, his free hand skimming across muscles. ".from all that skating." Another alcohol-heavy kiss was stolen. "I could stare at your ass for hours."

"We shouldn't." Doug finally managed to get his voice to work, even if the words were at odds with the way his reclining body lifted into Rodney's attentions.

"Too late." The statement was more of a slurred growl than proper words. "You should have left before," Rodney rumbled out. "Before I found out how good you tasted." Fingers dug in.

"Oh fuck!" Doug's breath hissed out and he shivered. His muscles tensed but he was muddled and uncertain how to react.

Rodney's mouth pressed to the pulse-point in Doug's throat and sucked hard. Fingers dragged at Doug's body, turning him and trying to drag Doug's left leg off the floor and up onto the sofa. Pressure ran up the inside of Doug's leg and kneaded at his crotch.

Doug's head spun. He hadn't felt anything like this eager groping since the first few months of his marriage to Kate and even then her pride hadn't allowed her to appear this desperate. With a ripping of thread, Doug's shirt buttons gave way and Rodney's sucking kisses trailed lower.

Their positions shifted as Doug was pulled further down. Rodney was mostly on top of the other man now. He kissed and pawed like a teenage boy on a date while Doug's returning touches were more uncertain. ".not a good idea." Doug's voice wavered, punctuated by gasping breaths. "Kate."

"Don't!" Rodney countered, sliding his fingers over bare skin, and pinching when he reached nipples. His mouth dropped and nuzzled while their lower bodies aligned and ground together.

Doug groaned and arched up into the contact. One hand dug into the fabric that covered the sofa while Doug's other reached up and dragged at Rodney's T-shirt. The cheap material wasn't near as sturdy as Doug's linen shirt. The entire thing tore at the first pull.

Rodney let out a throaty laugh. Mouth open, he worked his lower down Doug's body. The muscles under Rodney's parted lips twitched and jumped at the sensation. Rodney's hands followed along, trailing over hot, sensitized skin. His un-even nails left faintly red marks behind.

When Rodney's mouth finally left Doug's flat stomach to drag down Doug's fly it caused a tortured cry of excitement. The hand that had been clawing at the couch flashed down to fist into thick, black hair.

"You'll get it." Rodney's breath huffed out against the zipper as he began to work on popping the button and getting Doug's pants open. "I'll do you up right." The metal teeth parted, revealing snowy white cotton. "Expand your horizons." The jeans were peeled back from shaking hips. "Blow your mind." Rodney licked up the straining fabric. "Blow you."

A lengthy moan escaped from Doug's throat. With only the slightest touch Doug's body lifted and moved under Rodney's instructing grip so the clothing could be stripped off. Hot breath teased and it felt like forever before Rodney's mouth lowered enough to make contact. Even then it was just soft lips, barely brushing sensitive flesh. "Please." Doug tugged at the hair his fingers were buried in.

Just when Doug though he would scream in frustration, Rodney finally opened his mouth wide and took Doug in. Doug still screamed, but it was a strangled off noise of pleasure. It had been too long. Doug bowed up into the contact. Damn, but Rodney knew what he was doing. Doug's cock was enveloped in hot suction with no hint of teeth anywhere.

Since Rodney had managed to swallow Doug's entire length, it left his hands free to move elsewhere. Knowing fingers toyed with Doug's balls, and then shifted to rub at sensitive, usually ignored, skin before returning. Rodney's other hand traced a path from Doug's right nipple, down his ribs, and along the line of hip and thigh.

Heat suffused Doug's entire torso. Even though it was centred at his cock, Doug still felt the tingle spreading far and wide. Saliva was running down every crease of skin, soaking Doug's pants and the material of the couch.

Some kind of noise emerged from low in Rodney's throat, vibrating flesh. His hands moved from pawing at bared skin to dragging at the little bit of Doug's clothing that remained. In a matter of moments Doug sprawled nude underneath an almost completely clothed man. The realization brought with it yet another set of quaking trembles. Cold air tortured over Doug's wet cock as Rodney's attentions altered.

One of Doug's legs was lifted and Rodney licked at the inside of his thigh. His oral attentions continued inward, and then drifted to Doug's balls. Sounds tickled over heated skin but it could have been anything from praise to instruction on how to mix a black Russian, for all Doug could make out of the words.

Time and again Rodney's mouth would close over Doug's straining erection only to pull off just when Doug was right at the edge. Yanking at that thick, black hair achieved nothing. Rodney forestalled Doug's orgasm over and over.

"RODNEY! PLEASE!" Doug's body bowed upward as he was denied yet again. Any modesty or hesitation had vanished. Doug writhed on the sofa without an ounce of shame.

"Just one..." Rodney stood upright long enough to strip himself bare then dropped back down onto the sweat sheened body below him. Shoving one hand in between the sofa cushions, Rodney groped after something. "This is what I've been thinking of," Rodney whispered, moving yet again. "Since I first saw you skating." A caress ran up first one of Doug's legs, then the other, lifting them until both were hooked over Rodney's shoulders.

"I don't. Rodney maybe." Doug meant to object but words turned into a wrenching moan instead as Rodney wrapped his fingers around Doug's aching cock. That stroking touch was more important than the exposed position that he'd been bent into, or even the blunt pressure Doug was beginning to feel at his ass. Rodney's hand slid and Doug groaned and clutched at the couch. His eyes shut tight. Something started to hurt and Doug's body tensed.

"Let me in. Please Doug." Rodney pleaded, jacking a little harder at Doug's leaking shaft.

Something gave way and narrow slickness invaded Doug's body. The invading pressure twisted, pushing deeper. "I can't." Doug gasped, as his body squirmed. "Don't do. oh my God!" the exclamation burst out as something inside his body sent a bolt of breathtaking pleasure through Doug's entire frame.

Rodney's shoulders shook as he chuckled. "Oh Doug." He bent his lover further, almost doubling Doug in on himself. "Trust me." With a wiggle, the pressure withdrew. "Doug. fuck." Rodney thumbed the head of Doug's cock, causing a shudder. He then raised himself up. The push returned, causing a faint burn.

Doug hissed out all the air in his lungs.

"Breath through it, Doug," Rodney coached. "Lemmie in. You're so fucking tight. Such a fucking gorgeous ass." His hand fisted up and down Doug's shaft to keep him erect as Rodney pushed inside Doug's body. "Been watching your ass, wishing for this."

Doug couldn't imagine how Rodney managed to form entire sentences. He couldn't get past fractured thoughts of 'want', 'fuck', and 'please'. More quickly than Doug could fathom, the burn melted into a slick slide of flesh into flesh. Every few pushes that surprising burst of sensation would wrack Doug's body and Rodney's fingers were growing more demanding.

"Oh. My. God." Doug's words were broken apart, separated by jolts where his head hit the couch's armrest. Doug's own hands grabbed without focus, sometimes encountering skin and other times fisting into nubby material.

"Do you like it?" A mist of whiskey tickled Doug's noise as the question was asked. "Tell me you like it." Desperation tinged the request. Rodney's body slowed.

Each thrust stretched out. Every one was followed by a hook of Rodney's hips made Doug cry out, "Yes!" Doug meant to tighten his legs around the man teasing him but the muscles weren't obeying him. "Do it. Faster." A need was building at the base of Doug's spine like a thunderstorm about to tear down upon them. "Harder."

Gasping for air, Rodney obliged. His body rocked into almost brutal motion and his hand on Doug's shaft moved just as demandingly. After what felt like forever, Doug managed to push past the precipice and stay there. His arms flew out to the sides and his spine snapped into a curve as he came. Inarticulate noises erupted from Doug's throat as hot come splashed out of him. It hardly seemed important that Rodney was still moving except for the aftershock shudders it caused.

Just as it was almost beginning to hurt again, Rodney let out a strangled noise and his entire frame shuddered. Doug felt a twitching heat that soothed him from the inside out. The tickle of teeth, lips, and hot breath on the inside of Doug's ankle were the next thing he noticed.

A short time later Doug's legs finally slipped off of Rodney's shoulders as if they were weighted. One landed heavily on the couch while the other foot slipped off the side to hit the floor.

Doug's eyes were closed tight but he felt everything from Rodney's softening cock slipping out of him to the rearrangement of Doug's leaden limbs on the sofa. The scent of alcohol warned him a moment before Rodney leaned in to take a kiss.

When Rodney's lips brushed to a cheek, Doug shivered again. "What have I done?" The question didn't need an answer, but it just had to escape. "Kate will never forgive."

"Shh." Rodney interrupted by laying a finger over the kiss swollen lips. "She doesn't have to know. No one has to know." Rodney nuzzled at his lover's earlobe. "It's just sex."

Something about the statement or Rodney's tone of voice rang false with Doug but now wasn't the time to argue it.

"Fucking, great sex," Rodney elaborated. "It's just between you and me, Doug. No one will ever catch us if we're careful." He smoothed his fingertips all over Doug's damp skin. "Just take a boys' night out once in a while when it gets too much."

His head started shaking before Doug spoke. "No, we can't do this again, ever."

The statement made Rodney sit up, leaving a chill behind where he'd been pressed to Doug. "No one needs to know," he repeated in a less comforting tone.

"No one will," Doug agreed. "But we can't ever to it again. It's too. it's not right. I'm married."

Green eyes narrowed, studying Doug. Rodney considered a long time then surged forward to steal a kiss that practically curled Doug's toes. Doug couldn't help but wrap an arm around Rodney and hold onto him while the kiss lasted. When Rodney eased back, a smile played over his full lips as he watched Doug panting for breath.

"Stay the night, Doug. You can blame the booze. Tell them you couldn't figure out where to put your feet," Rodney suggested.

He shouldn't, Doug realized that. If this was a single mistaken encounter it should end when Doug came and his head cleared of the lust they'd been wallowing in. Sleeping over would turn this into something else entirely.

Rodney bent in once more. His almost, but not quite, pretty features were made harder to resist by the hint of a pout. "Please Doug." Rodney's palm skimmed up a leg.

"Just one night?" Doug swallowed. He had to be home take Kate's phone call tomorrow.

"Anything you want." There was a glitter in Rodney's eyes as he climbed upright. The bottles were grabbed. "Come to bed with me, Doug." Rodney turned and walked further into the building, leaving Doug to decide for himself.

Up until the moment he stood and turned in the direction he was going to take, Doug still didn't know which way to pick. Letting his feet chose for him, unsteady steps took Doug in the only direction he could possibly choose.

That's it. Milk and cookies time.

~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~

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