Interlude
Welcome to the Neighbourhood
Mac wandered into the room at that moment, toweling his hair and wearing only a
towel wrapped around his hips.
Vic couldn't quite figure out why Mac hadn't stopped for some clothes before
coming back downstairs, but he was certainly enjoying the results. In fact, his
own jeans were becoming much too tight, a fact Mac quickly noticed.
"Glad to see me, love?" Mac smirked at the other man.
Vic grinned back and held out a hand to his lover. Before Mac could accept the
invitation, they were interrupted by the doorbell. Since he was the only one
actually wearing clothes, Vic went to see who it was.
When Vic opened the door, he found himself faced with a veritable horde of
people. Before he could say a word, the 30-something woman in the forefront
thrust a casserole dish into his hands.
"Welcome to the neighborhood! I'm Katey Henderson, chairperson of the
neighborhood welcome wagon this year." The perky blonde then introduced the
other six men and women on the doorstep. "We wanted to invite you to a barbecue
at my house tomorrow night to meet everyone." Catching sight of Mac peering
around the corner, Katey amended, "You and your partner, of course."
Mac managed a sickly grin and small wave before vanishing back into the living
room.
Not knowing what else to do, Vic accepted the invitation, hoping that would
make the invaders go away.
"Oh goodie!" Katey actually bounced with pleasure, her blonde ponytail bobbing
up and down. "But I didn't catch your name."
"Sorry. I'm Victor Mansfield, and my partner is Mac Ramsey."
"Great to meet you, Victor. We'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow night. By
the way, my house is the robin's egg blue one next door." With a jaunty wave,
Katey bounced away, her entourage in tow.
Vic wandered back into the living room where he found Mac convulsed with
laughter. Shaking his head in disbelief, Vic dropped back onto the sofa he'd
recently vacated. Finally noticing he still clutched the casserole dish to his
chest, he put it down on the coffee table.
Mac finally regained control enough to speak coherently. "So those were the
neighbors?"
Vic looked at him, still half in shock. "Apparently so. I feel like we've
wandered into a Stepford movie."
"Let's go upstairs, lover. I want to get this bandage off and see how the
tattoo came out."
Vic suddenly felt much more alert. With a quick detour to the kitchen (Vic
thought again how much he liked the cheery effect of the yellow walls and
natural oak cabinets) to put the casserole in the fridge, the two men headed up
to their bedroom. Dropping his towel, Mac lay down on their brand new bed (both
men had agreed they didn't want memories of former lovers in their bedroom),
waiting for Vic to remove the bandage.
Vic stood for a moment simply admiring the beauty of his lover spread out
before him. He decided that removing Mac's bandage could more easily be
accomplished if he, too, were naked and dropped his jeans and T-shirt on top of
Mac's discarded towel before crawling up the bed.
Feeling Vic's skin against his own, Mac twisted around partially to meet Vic's
eyes. "Wanna tell me how come you had to undress to peel this gauze off me?"
Mac sported a huge grin.
"I just wanted to be ready in case something...came up."
Mac groaned at Vic's truly terrible pun, even while he arched up for more
contact with his lover's body.
"After all," Vic continued, "you said you wanted me to be able to see my mark
on you while I was inside you. I thought we should give it a test run."
This time Mac's response was closer to a whimper.
Vic pressed the younger man flat on the bed, slithering back down a bit to be
able to reach his ass comfortably. He licked around the bandage for a little
while, prompting a great deal of squirming from his partner. Vic decided to
have fun with this, starting to scrape at the adhesive with his teeth. When
Mac's writhing threatened to interfere with his plans, Vic nipped the cheek
warningly.
After Mac subsided as much as he could with all the stimulation he was getting,
Vic continued his efforts. Soon he managed to pry up a corner of the bandage,
and gripping it in his teeth, yanked it off with a savage jerk of his head.
Mac flinched slightly, but he was so excited the slight pain just made him want
Victor all the more. On top of everything else, he could feel Vic's nipple
ring, the one bearing Mac's initial, pressing into his thigh. "Well? How did it
turn out?"
Vic traced the outline of the tattoo with his tongue, pausing to nibble on the
tempting flesh from time to time. "It looks great, Mac. Now I know this
relationship is forever. You'll never be able to have another lover without him
seeing my mark on you."
"Did you ever doubt it?" Mac peered over his shoulder. "Neither of us is great
at the hearts and flowers thing, but I thought you knew. I intend to wake up
beside you for the rest of my life. I love you, Victor Mansfield." Mac's heart
was in his eyes when he met Vic's gaze, and Vic knew he'd never doubt him
again.
"I love you, too, Mac. Now let me show you how much." With that, Vic settled in
to drive Mac crazy. With a final lick at the tattoo //God, I love seeing my
initial on him! I never knew I could be so possessive. I never felt like this
with Li Ann.//, Vic turned his attention to the ring of muscle waiting for him.
He felt Mac tense with pleasure when he traced it with just the tip of his
tongue, then licked the length of the crack. He repeated the action several
times until Mac cried out.
"Damn it, Vic, stop teasing me! I need you inside me now!"
"Like this?" Vic asked before probing at the hole with his tongue, pushing
inside.
Mac pushed back, trying to get more pressure, but it wasn't enough. He wailed
Vic's name in near desperation.
Hearing the wildness of Mac's cry, Vic decided it was time to stop teasing. He
quickly grabbed the lube from the nightstand and applied it to both of them. He
slid into Mac in one long, smooth glide.
Mac let out a guttural cry and pushed up onto all fours to get more leverage.
They settled into a hard, fast rhythm designed to get them off quickly, neither
man up to a long, gentle session.
Vic absently noted that he did, in fact, have a great view of his mark on Mac
as he thrust in and out. He whispered that in Mac's ear while reaching around
to pump the other man's straining erection. The combination of Vic's words, his
hot breath on Mac's ear, his hand on his cock and the feeling of his erect
nipples and that ring on his back in addition to the sensation of him stroking
into his ass made Mac come.
The sight, sound and feel of Mac's orgasm was enough for Vic, and he came deep
inside his lover.
Settling onto the other side of the bed, away from the wet spot, with Vic
draped over him as usual, Mac muttered, "I really hope the neighbors didn't
hear that."
The following night Vic and Mac stood in a corner of the Hendersons' back yard,
wondering if they should stand back to back in defense against their new
neighbors. In addition to Katey, who they expected to bring out pom poms and
start cheering any minute, and her husband Kenny (//Isn't that cute, Katey and
Kenny?// Vic thought sarcastically), there were the Montagues from four houses
down. The entire family dressed all in black and had a morbid preoccupation
with death. Mac was considering introducing the daughter to the Cleaners.
Seeing Mr. Montague heading toward them, Mac whispered, "If he says his name's
Gomez, I'm outta here!" Fortunately, Mr. Montague was distracted by his wife's
call and headed in her direction.
Then there was Mrs. Zaminsky, an 80ish orange-haired lady with white roots who
apparently hadn't been sober since D-Day. In the hour since Vic and Mac
arrived, she'd screeched at everyone to come see her new pepper spray,
wristwatch, support hose, and birdhouse, which she seemed to be wearing on her
head. Katey had warned them to keep a close eye on any pets they might have, as
Mrs. Zaminsky believed mice ran into her house every time the door was opened,
so she had large strips of some sticky stuff in front of her doors. Every pet
in the neighborhood had had to be pried loose at one time or another.
Just when they thought it couldn't get any worse, Vic looked up and choked on
his beer. Following his gaze, Mac stared in horror. Coming toward them was Mrs.
Montague's brother Rex, and on his arm was... the Director.
After sending Rex off to get her a drink, the Director linked an arm with each
of the men. "I had a fascinating chat with some of your neighbors, boys. It
seems I'll have to nominate you for 'strongest vocal cords'."
NEVER THE END
BTW, weird as she sounds, except for the name and actual purchases, Mrs.
Zaminsky really exists. She's not my neighbor (thank god!), but someone really
does live down the hall from her.
Interlude: Water Babies
Vic looked around in satisfaction from his position sprawled on the couch in
the living room. Every room was painted (and none of them were white!), and all
the unpacking and moving to storage was done. He and Mac were settled into
their new home. He shook his head in disbelief. If someone had told him a month
ago that he would be living with Mac Ramsey, in love with the guy, he'd have
held that person at gunpoint until they could be taken to the nearest facility
for the criminally insane.
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