Making up for lost Time.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. More's the pity, but sadly
they are not. I'm just playing and mean no disrespect.
Summary: An interlude in the midst of a busy day.
Warnings: NC17 for lots of M/M - Sam & Al of course.
Thanks: To beta readers Robin & Carol for proofing
Comments: Are welcome at firstname.lastname@example.org
God Sam, I think, adjusting myself. Strategically covering my
necessary movements behind the folder I have picked up on our way out
of his lab to cover the hard on I'm sporting. Fuck, if this keeps
happening then there is no way we're gonna be able to keep us
a secret for much longer. Ever since he came home it's been like
wow; everyday he wants to try something new. Not that I'm
complaining mind you, it's just, well, you know, I'm not as young as
I use to be. Though sometimes I think that if I'm gonna go that way,
then I guess dying with Sam Beckett kneeling at my feet would be the
way I'd chose.
He's grinning at me when I can stand to look at him again. Leaning
against the far side of car, his arms crossed against his chest,
smiling that innocent 'who me' grin he uses on me all to often these
days. He knows very well what he's doing to me. Driving me crazy is
what it is. Stark raving mad with desire and wanting. Wanting
something that had been out of reach for more years than I care to
count for one reason or another. Wasted years, all of them, if I
think about them now.
Stop it, I mouth, very aware that we are not alone. And I
don't just mean the other occupant of the elevator car who is too
busy eyeing Sam up and down to be bothered about what I'm doing
behind her back. No, little Miss techno babe is too excited about
being this close to Doctor 'drop dead gorgeous' Beckett to even
notice I'm here also. But it's not her I'm concerned about. We, Sam
and I have another quantity to contend with. The all seeing and
hearing Ziggy is never far away and I know, considering our current
location that our every word and action is being observed. I smile at
the monitor overhead, giving our even constant chaperone my best 'I
know your there' grin and then look back over at Sam.
God, he's still grinning; though I think it's about something
techno babe has said and I've been too preoccupied to hear what it
was. I glance away and check out the paneling on the wall to my
right. Which is about as interesting as watching paint dry, but hey,
it's a lot easier if I don't look at Sam right now to try and
remember that just because he's home doesn't mean I can jump him any
time I please. Pity that. Not that I should be complaining about
having to share him with the others as well. After all, they waited
all the years Sam was gone too. But it was me he came home to
my mind and prick demands. Me, after six long years of leaping and
not remembering what he left behind.
Just the thought of those first few days after Sam came home is
enough to get the blood between my legs boiling again and I can feel
the heat rise to my face. Jesus, I can't believe he can do this to
me. Not Al, lover of women extraordinaire, always cool as a cucumber,
never rattled, never out of his depth, always in control Calavicci.
Well, shit, haven't I had to reevaluate that description of myself
lately? Because Sam can, and has blown everything I've ever thought
about my not-so-meager charms and abilities towards sex clear out of
the water. - Shit it's just incredible the effect he has on me
sometimes. Apart the obvious I mean, that's a given seeing that Sam
is every woman's and a hell of a lot of men's idea of a walking wet
dream. But the more I think about that fact, as wonderful as it is,
or what I'm gonna do to him as soon as we are alone, the less it
helps my current situation.
The paneling is like I said, not all that interesting and as the
car slows down and the doors open for us to pick up more passengers,
I chance another glance in Sam's direction. He's speaking to others,
techno babe and a couple of guys I recognize from Research, one of
whom nods at me politely when he enters and then promptly turns his
back on me. Fine, I think, I didn't want to talk to you
either buddy. The other one totally discounts my existence.
I watch the little group all huddled around the man in the corner.
Sam holds their attention like an expert. He's beautiful, relaxed,
which considering the circumstances is just amazing in my books. I've
been hard since the moment I watched him tongue the top of the soda
bottle he'd been drinking from while we discussed his plans to
increase the bio matter in Ziggy's memory. Yeah, I know it wasn't the
sexiest of conversations but then again with Sam it doesn't have to
be. He has this most amazing ability to keep talking about the most
mundane things; scientific and technical things, while he's sending
very different messages with his eyes and using body language that
makes me completely forget what we were talking about in the first
The image of Sam's tongue, working the damn bottle, rimming it,
promising parts of me the same exclusive treatment reminds me once
again just how uncomfortable I'm feeling right now. So when the
elevator slows and then stops again to let out one of our two
researchers, I take the opportunity to alter the position of my
trusty folder and adjust myself again while everyone is rearranging
him or herself in the small space. But it's no use; I can't ignore
the urgency radiating from my cock any longer. It needs attention and
the sooner the better. I'm not going to make it to the surface at
this rate. Something has to give or I just know I'm gonna disgrace
myself in a way I haven't done in about fifty years.
Sam is still looking all cool and collected when I check back with
him again, totally oblivious to what I'm going though only a few feet
away from him. Oh God, babe I'm dying over here, I want to
tell him. But unable to say anything at all about what's going on in
my head or in my pants, I wait until his eyes briefly meet mine and
send him a pleading glance, lifting the folder slightly to one side
as I do to show him just how bad off I am right now. Watching his
regard drift downward and linger, utterly mortified when all the
sympathy I receive is a slightly raised eyebrow and a smirk that I
just want to wipe off his beautiful face.
Well, I think, it can be arranged. Sam maybe feeling like he's in
total control but I can think of at least one way that would bring
him down a peg or two on that scale.
I check our slow progress on the display above the door when we
start to move again and make my decision. My quarters are only three
levels away and everything we need is there, ready and waiting, and
boy am I over waiting.
Stepping forward I clear my throat gently. "Excuse me." I say to
techno babe and the remaining researcher, easing my way between them
and Sam, using my back to cover what I'm about to do to Mister
picture of innocence. "Sam." I add to my target, dropping the folder
to one side and brushing past him to reach the control panel beside
where he is standing and pressing level four as I do. He's eyes open
ridiculously wide as my cock nudges his, flaccid and neatly tucked
inside his tight and about to get a helluva lot tighter jeans. "I
just remembered that file we were discussing is in my quarters." I
inform him, letting each word warm his already heating face.
The sudden trapped expression that adorns Sam's beautiful face is
simply priceless and also enough for the time being to quell my
distinct dislike of being the only one feeling uncomfortable I
decide, backing off.
"We should stop by and pick it up." I suggest, picking up the
conversation a second later and allowing Sam time to recover. Which
of course he does, his once folded arms dropping down to cover any
developments that maybe occurring.
"Yes, that's…a good idea." He manages, his eyes flickering from me
to those standing behind me as I slip the folder back in front of my
crotch and step away.
Definitely enough I think, watching Sam then turn slightly toward
to the closed doors. No doubts attempting to hide the growing bulge
in his pants.
I smile to myself and the two standing to my left in turn,
casually, as if just passing the time of day. Feeling somewhat more
relaxed and less like a lone seaman adrift in turbulent seas as I
watch the display above the elevator doors state our arrival to each
level until we stop once more.
Sam is the first out the doors as they slide open revealing our
distination and the sanctuary we both seek. I follow behind, excusing
myself as I step from the car; my folder still discreetly carried low
in case we should meet anyone along the way to my quarters. It's
unlikely, but of course one can't be too careful. It maybe a little
late for that my conscience chides, but I pay it no mind. Sam will no
doubt have something to say about the stunt I've just pulled, but
whatever punishment he has in mind, it will be worth it, I decide.
He doesn't say anything, or even look at me as I key in my pass
and the door to my onsite quarters opens and we both step inside. But
once inside, with the door closed behind us, it is a very different
story. Reaching to switch on the lights, I only just manage to do
what is needed and dial the level down before my wrist is caught and
held firmly while I am roughly turned by strong demanding hands and
then pinned to my living room wall by my shoulders.
"What do you think your doing?" He demands, taking possession of
my mouth before I can devise an answer.
Honestly I had only thought to get a little of my own back. But
that was before Sam actually starting kissing me like there was no
tomorrow and after only a few moments of having his tongue halfway
down my throat I realize that it had been no explanation at all.
God, what he is doing to me is like being eaten alive and I can't
really think much of anything. What I do think about though, through
the pants and tug of clothing, mostly mine, as he grinds against me,
is that this, being with Sam like we are now, is worth any barb or
humiliation that having our relationship made public could befall me.
I don't care what the others think, only Sam.
"I swear Al, I think you get off on the danger…" Sam rasps,
releasing me finally, wiping the corner of his mouth on the back of
his hand. "…On the excitement of getting caught."
"I get off on your excitement." I tell him, seriously, flushed and
over heated. Moving awkwardly to work myself out of my jacket and
toss it toward the sofa as I regard his smug expression. "What?" I
ask, starting on the buttons of my shirt. My hands stilling as he
moves in again, taking one in his own and bringing it to cover the
evidence of the excitement I had invoked.
Hard and hot under my hand he takes my mouth again and I allow it.
Allow everything he wants without question, following as he summons
me to join him in my bedroom. Much of the urgency dissipating as we
slowly relish each moment of what we have slipped away to enjoy.
Staying placid while he undresses me, I then watch expectantly
from the end of the bed as Sam first removes his shirt. Slipping the
light cotton fabric from his shoulders and exposing his chest, coming
to kneel on the folded comforter at my feet so that I can touch him,
caress and soothe any doubts he may have. There should be none, ever,
but occasionally the man, most know as being a genius shows me
another side of himself. A side that needs, and shall always receive
reassurance that he is above all his other achievements, loved and
"So beautiful." I whisper against his ear. My fingers tracing the
muscles down his throat to his chest. Kissing and licking the heating
trail I feel him arch under my touch. Assured, he eases himself back
and stands again with my help.
The belt on Sam jeans is quickly and easily released and I take
the invitation when he drops his hands to his sides after this is
accomplished to help relieve him of the restricting garment. Working
first the top button and then the zipper, I cup the warmth between
his legs, nuzzling and inhaling the smell of musk there before I
carefully tug downward, enjoying the wonderful sounds of pleasure Sam
makes as his cock springs free. Bending I repeat what I had promised,
adding the tip of my tongue to elicit more expressions of pleasure
"Good?" I question, taking my explorations lower while I massage
the firm round mounds of his backside.
"Yes." And then all to soon Sam is pulling back. Peeling his jeans
off and removing his socks, tossing them aside he stands before me.
Gloriously naked, his body shinning under the subtle lighting we have
provided for ourselves.
"What would you like?" I ask as if I didn't already know,
reclining a little so I can look at him. My mind replaying the vision
of Sam seductively rimming the soda bottle in his lab earlier over
again for good measure while I wait for him to answer me.
What a wonderful sight is this man, I think as I watch him summon
the courage to form the necessary words. Understanding his hesitation
and hopefully alleviating some of the apparent difficulty when I take
the dental dam I have taken from my supplies in the bathroom and tear
open the packaging with my teeth.
"Are you sure you want to?" He whispers, coming to lay beside me
on the bed, stretching his long frame so close to mine that I can
feel his heat. More than the question he has asked poised on the tip
of his tongue as his eyes travel down to the item in my hands.
"Very much." I tell him, carefully removing the thin sheet of
latex from its wrapping. And then holding it out for Sam to touch I
get the feeling as he takes it from me that like many things he has
wanted to try the theory is easier than actually putting into
practice what his heart desires. He's all tease, is my Sam, and I
wouldn't have him any other way I think, leaning over and taking the
dam back as I kiss him deeply. Lavishing his mouth, neck and chest
with attention until I find the demands of my own body impossible to
ignore any longer.
"How about I show you exactly how this is done." I suggest, happy
on this occasion, and any other's if Sam wishes only to be the
recipient of this particular act, to take the lead.
He nods; clearly relieved by the way he suddenly releases a breath
I didn't realize he was holding, asking shyly. "Should I roll over
or…is it better if I'm on my knees?"
You know I can't believe my luck some days, I think,
smiling at the man beside me and the fact that all of my fantasies
and much of my current reality involves Sam on his knees loving me in
much the same way that I am about to love him.
"On your knees." I tell him, reaching around to aid his change in
positions, rolling him toward me and over on his stomach as I shimmy
backward to give him space.
All reservations are pushed aside and now Sam is eager and
willing, oh, so willing. Raising himself up on all fours, his head
thrown back as I stroke down his back to his wonderful smooth ass.
Kissing each cheek I take a little time to touch him, stroking
between strong thighs, running the length of him as I touch myself
for the first time. Panting as the put off urgency to this encounter
returns ten fold.
Releasing both heated lengths of flesh I do what I do best, taking
care of business as it were, and for me sex is no different. I close
my eyes and breathe deeply, calming myself as best I can considering
the moment. We have to be careful, I tell myself, no matter
how much I yearn to simply bury my tongue and prick deep inside of
Sam's willing body there are preparations to make and precautions to
Sam is watching me I realize when I open my eyes again. "Are you
okay?" He questions, concerned.
"Very." I grin over at him, reaching to locate the condoms and
And I do. Fitting the condom, I move to kneel behind Sam, kissing
and licking his lower back as I spread the cheeks of his backside
carefully, as lovingly as I can. Soothing his questing movements
gently as I spread the latex over his waiting opening. Bending once
the necessary item is in place I swipe the entire area with my tongue
from top to bottom. Noting Sam's reaction with satisfied expectations
of my own. He knows what he wants and will return this favor when he
is suitable convinced of its particular and very inmate attributes.
Returning to pay special attention to my goal I ease his opening
with my thumb and insert the tip of my tongue. Marveling at the
sounds coming from Sam, allowing them to filter through my
concentration and to add to my ministrations, delivering what I hope
is nothing but pleasure.
The dam is thin and lightly scented but it doesn't disguise any of
the true flavors of my lover and for a while I bury myself in all its
glory, sucking and licking as I gently prepare him for more. Pushing
away the outside world and thanking God that I am here now, loving
Sam and receiving his love in return. It's beautiful, as is he and it
is only his unabashed begging for me to complete the act and take him
that stops me, drawing me back and away from his writhing form.
Coating the condom and the trembling fingers on my right hand I
remove the dam and move again to make the last and seemingly
unnecessary preparations. He is so open, my fingers slipping inside
of him two at a time twist easily without resistance and I have to
stop myself from coming just from the thought of how it will feel
once my prick replaces my fingers.
"God, Sam." I manage, pulling out of him and taking a firmer than
usual hold on the base of my dick. Resting my head against his rear I
can hear Sam hushing me, promising me it will be worth it as I pant,
cursing every year of my age, somehow miraculously stopping myself
from exploding on the spot.
There is no more thought, no more preparations or time I realize
when I let go and look back up at Sam. He is still on his knees;
thighs parted and braced, his head down, waiting. I don't speak;
don't trust my voice or my luck so far, as I move to press against
him, sliding inside of him without pause.
"Good?" He whispers against my cheek when we both make it back up
to rest on clean pillow-slips.
"The best." I answer still out of breath. "You're the best." I
add, turning to take Sam in my arms, kissing him tenderly and feeling
his body wrap around mine.
Sam's cock is still semi hard and he rubs it against my thigh
using slow easy thrusts as we kiss. It's a trip really, after so many
years of being footloose and fancy free, having a lover like Sam
whose younger and undeniably enthusiastic, well it can definitely add
to a fellow's ego. Holding him is wonderful, but kissing him is
better and I can't remember a time when I have felt as completely
sated as I do now.
"I love you, Al." He tells me when I release him. "You make me
feel so free, so sexy." He grins and then ducks his head a little,
attempting to hide the blush that is no doubt coloring his face to a
lovely shade of red.
Usually I'd smile but for some reason Sam shyness of such things
doesn't strike me as funny right now. Don't get me wrong I've had a
lot of compliments in my time, both in bed and out of bed, but
nothing I think is as flattering as the trust Sam bestows in me when
we make love.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I answer, feeling suddenly
responsible for so much more than just the sexual satisfaction of the
man in my arms. "Are in enjoying yourself." I amend, lifting
his chin with one hard and stroking his bare ass with the other. "I
love you too Sam. More than I have words for sometimes I think." I
finish; shaking my head a little, amazed at how utterly turned around
my life is with Sam Beckett finally home.
I let Sam go, extracting my trapped arm from around his waist and
roll over on my back, suddenly mistier than I'm really comfortable
with. Too many years alone, of worrying I tell myself. But of course
none of my thoughts escape the concern of the man lying next to me.
"Are you okay? Did I say something wrong, Al?"
"No, nothing we can't fix." I tell him, propping myself up on one
elbow so I can look at him. And that's when I realize my answer is
too cryptic for him. His over developed sense of putting right
anything that he can take care of single-handed is on full alert. He
looks almost afraid I think as he waits for me to explain my comment.
"I missed you, is all." I begin slowly, trying to sound relaxed
but failing miserably I think as my voice fills with emotions I
honestly thought I'd never again have an opportunity to express.
"Missed this, being with you and having you in my life, Sam. It's
like I said, I don't think I've got the words to tell you how much I
love you. I'm sorry." I conclude, the lump in my throat making it
impossible for me to say any more for the moment.
"Don't be sorry, Al." He tells me, easing me over on my back
again, his now fully restored erection bumping insistently against
each part of my body he touches.
Shifting to accommodate Sam when he moves to straddle me I slip my
hands around his waist and slide them upwards, enjoying the texture
of his skin under my hands and then the taste of him as he bends and
kisses me. Enjoying all that I had missed, all that had been lost to
me for so long.
"We don't need words and we have plenty of time to make up for all
we have missed out on." Sam whispers when he finally releases my
mouth. Licking his lips, his eyes twinkling with promise in the
dimness of my room. "We just have to take back what is ours."
He is right I think, lying blessedly still, which believe me is
not easy when Sam decides he wants to take the initiative.
Stealing the rest of day wasn't difficult once we'd set out minds
to it. After the necessary phone calls were made and further supplies
were retrieved from both the bathroom and kitchen, it was spent
talking, dozing and generally finding as many ways possible to drive
each to the very brink of distraction. And it was, I thought watching
Sam gather the discarded condoms, dams and the tube of lubricant that
has somehow gotten itself wedged between the mattress and base of the
bed, perhaps the most decadent few hours we have ever spent together.
"Not a bad start." I tell him, sprawled a few feet away from where
he was still trying to retrieve the lube.
Standing upright again, the elusive tube in his hand, Sam grins
over at me like a very satisfied man indeed. An expression I might
add, that mirrors my own.
"Funny you should say that." He says, and then informs me, coming
to kneel beside me on the bed. "I was just thinking the same thing."
His smile is big, brood and as infectious as ever and I know from
the goofy way he's looking at me and the way his free hand is working
its way under the sheet covering me that he has others things on his
mind as well. Jesus, I think, any more today and he really
is gonna kill me. I don't have the energy to move just yet, let
alone indulge in any more aerobics, horizontal or otherwise.
"Wow Sam, you can think. I'm impressed." I say, and I am, because
apart from the fact that I doubted I could get it up again today if
my life depended on it, my brain also feels like mush.
"Ha ha." He scoffs, his hand still moving downward as he stretches
out beside me. "I was also thinking that we should wrap up the last
of the reports the committee wants and you and I should take a
"Sure, so we can do this right." He explains, his grin turning
God, I'm a dead man, I think when Sam then leans over and
buries his head in the hollow between my neck and my shoulder,
licking and sucking on my throat while his finger's toy gently with
the pubic hair surrounding my very limp cock.
"You mean we're doing it wrong?" I manage; knowing there is no
escape now as he takes a gentle yet firm hold on me again. My only
conscience thought being that if by some strange twist of fate and I
actually live through today then, yes, I'm definitely gonna need a
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