Music II: Over My Head
by Te
12/98

Disclaimers: They belong to Alliance, I'm just using 'em. 

Spoilers: Doubtful. 

Ratings Note: Er... Call it a strong R for language and 
m/m interaction. 

Summary: Reevaluating the relationship.

Author's Notes: Direct sequel to "Music," takes place about
5-6 hours after that one left off. Blathering with Alicia
about how I could get these boys to do the right thing has 
a *lot* to do with this one.

Acknowledgments: To Sister Blue, for knowing when to 
ignore my silly ass. To Rae for fine audiencing and great 
beta. 

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Music II: Over My Head
by Te
thete1@earthlink.net
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Mac was snoring.

There was no telling how long they'd been asleep on Vic's 
couch -- his watch said it was 4:49 a.m., and the last time 
he'd checked it had only been one and he'd still been 
somewhere near sober -- but Vic was willing to bet it 
hadn't been long. 

Mac snored like a rusty chainsaw.

The thought brought back happy -- if distressingly hazy -- 
memories of bus-driving, freaks in race car pajamas, and 
only being *mildly* beaten (for once). However, the very 
fact that he *was* thinking was troublesome. 

Victor Mansfield was still drunk, and he knew that if he 
stayed awake much longer things would get profoundly ugly. 
Much better to sleep in until two-thirty or so, since they 
didn't have to go in until three...

But Mac was snoring. 

Vic turned his head -- gingerly -- and took in the sight of 
his partner sprawled approximately six inches away. The 
proximity, at least, explained the intensity of sound. He 
nudged Mac gently (he thought), and watched helplessly as 
the man tumbled off the couch with a sodden thump.

He restrained himself from yelling "tiiiiiimberrrrr!" He 
restrained himself from diving for a camera to get a 
picture of the man balanced on his face, ass high in the 
air, on Vic's floor. 

But when, several long moments later, the snores were 
interrupted with --

"Owwwww...."

-- there was really no way to keep from laughing.

"Bassard! I thouff..."

The rest was muffled by the hardwood until Mac cut himself 
off with a spine-twisting flip of the head. He was balanced 
on his cheek and shoulders now, and his nose was dusty. 

Definitely time to clean. 

"What the hell wazzat for?"

"I was... just trying to push you--"

"Off the couch and onto the floor. Well, you fucking 
succeeded, asshole."

Vic sputtered. The man was *cute* this way. Especially 
struggling futilely to get upright. As funny a movie as 
"Drunken Samurai" was, it just lacked basic reality. 

"Need a hand?"

"I'll be extremely pissed if you have better co-ordination 
than I do at this point, but yes."

"It's not my fault you weigh 47 pounds soaking wet."

"Have I mentioned you're a bastard?"

"Just the once."

"Bastard. Help."

Vic grinned. "Sure."

Standing up proved to be more tricky than Vic had 
anticipated, and he found himself watching his apartment 
sway alarmingly for a difficult moment.

Vic was happy Mac was positioned wrong to see him. 

Position.

Vic was even *more* happy to discover he'd been wrong when 
he'd assumed Mac had no ass to speak of. Small, yes. Too 
high, yes. But viewed *this* way...

"Are you staring at my ass?"

"Yes."

"'K. But *hellllp*."

"I'm trying to decide how best to handle this problem, 
Mac."

"No, you're staring at my *ass*."

"I thought you *wanted* me to stare at your ass."

The thought appeared to stump Mac for a moment, and Vic 
took advantage of the pause to continue his perusal. 

"... lot more than just stare if you help me *up*."

"Hmmm...?"

"Vic, I'd love you this way if I wasn't rapidly losing 
feeling in my arms."

"Arms! That's what I'll do!" 

"Wha...?"

But Vic had already gotten his arms under Mac's and was 
tugging.

Too hard.

The next thing he was aware of was staring up at the 
ceiling, pinned to the floor by Mac (definitely more than 
47 pounds), who had his hair in Vic's mouth. It didn't 
taste all that bad, really, but it was still hair. 

"Mac, get *off* me."

The other man wriggled his ass against Vic's crotch. 

"I would, Vic, really--"

"Liar." The breathy quality of his own voice was solely due 
to having the air crushed out of his body, and had nothing 
whatsoever to do with his restless hips. 

"... arms around me."

"Hunh?"

Mac suddenly pushed Vic's arms away and flipped himself 
over, catching himself awkwardly (if mercifully) on his 
hands, resting his hips on Vic's own, and staring down into 
Vic's eyes.

"Why did you--"

"I had to see if you looked as cute as you sounded when you 
were being a horny idiot."

"I'm not an idiot."

Mac leaned closer, and Vic could see the lean, spare 
muscles flex under his shirt. "But you are drunk." 

"Yes."

"And horny."

"Well..."

Mac's eyes sparked and his smile was cold. He ground his 
hips against Vic's in a punishing rhythm, and it was 
suddenly abundantly clear to both of them just how Vic was 
feeling. 

Closer still and Mac was whispering against his lips, low 
and rough. "I could take advantage of you like this..."

Vic squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away, 
feeling Mac's lips drag along his cheek to his ear. He was 
rapidly sobering, but had the distinct impression that 
clarity wasn't going to last long. "I don't want you to..."

Mac laughed into his ear. It tickled and Vic squirmed a 
little, making one of them groan.

"Vic... you don't seem to be fully internalizing the 
concept of being taken advantage of."

"C'mon, we decided to cool off for a while..."

"You feel so good..."

"Oh, Christ--"

Vic cut himself off, arching up to claim the other man's 
mouth. He sucked Mac's tongue into his mouth, sliding his 
hands down to the other man's ass and *pulled*. That was 
definitely Mac groaning this time and Vic felt himself hard 
and heavy in his pants, stroked to distraction by the 
fabric of his boxers and Mac's impossible heat.

He broke the kiss with a whimper, letting his head fall 
back to the floor, letting Mac follow him down with 
countless bites and kisses before he moved to nuzzle under 
Vic's collar. Warm, wet mouth on his throat, more nudges 
than kisses, but it felt so *good*.

"Mac..."

No response, and Vic became aware that he was still 
gripping Mac's ass hard, kneading and pulling. With an 
effort, he slid his hands back up the other man's back and 
tugged gently on the short, brown hair.

Mac eased off immediately. His eyes were glazed, unfocused. 
His mouth was swollen. Vic licked his lips instinctively.

"You mouth tastes like beer but the rest of you... Christ, 
Vic, make me stop or let me... just let me touch you."

"Oh, fuck. I should go."

Mac knelt up and covered his face with his hands, laughing 
and shaking his head. "It's your. Fucking. Apartment."

"Mac--"

"No, you were right. We're moving... moving too fast."

"Right."

"We're going to develop a healthy relationship and *then* 
screw it up with sex."

"God yeah."

"I need to get out of here."

"You *so* do."

Mac stood up and Vic shivered, far too cold without the 
other man's weight.

"Aren't you too drunk to drive?"

Mac threw a smile over his shoulder. "No." And walked into 
the door. "Yes."

"I'll call you a cab."

"Can you honestly claim the ability to operate any piece of 
machinery more complicated than a doorknob?"

"I'm not sure I can work my zipp-- No, wait, I didn't say 
that."

"Yes you did, but I'm going to pretend I didn't hear it."

"That's mighty generous of you."

"I try."

Mac was standing above him, holding out a hand for him to 
stand. Vic took it, unable to avoid thinking about how the 
dry callused palm would feel...

"Look, Vic, I'll sleep on the couch. You don't have to 
worry about me molesting you in your sleep."

"I'm more worried that I won't be able to get to sleep 
because I'll be too busy molesting *you*."

"You're not helping."

Vic smiled recklessly and leaned in to peck Mac on the 
lips, fully aware that he was still holding the other man's 
hand. "Sorry."

Mac's eyes were closed and he swayed a little on his feet. 
"Bastard *and* a liar." 

"We should jerk off."

Mac immediately brought their clasped hands to his crotch. 
"I agree."

Stiff heat and Vic couldn't help but turn his hand to cup 
it briefly, testingly, before pulling away. "*Not* each 
other."

Wicked smile. "I know, I just wanted you to touch me."

"You're such a fucking tease, Mac."

"And you should be shot for even *thinking* you could get 
away with that sentence."

Vic smirked. "Just go... take care of business... in the 
bathroom. And then I will."

"Don't you want to watch?"

"Yes, but that's against the rules."

"You're making this up as you go along, aren't you?"

"Ummm... no?"

"You're gonna *beg* me to fuck you."

They were only centimeters apart -- again. Vic leaned in as 
if to kiss the other man again, but pulled back at the last 
moment. "Yeah... probably. Go to the bathroom."

"This makes perfect sense to you right now, doesn't it?"

"Well, actually, I think my ability to think critically 
peaked when I figured out how to get you off the floor."

Mac nodded gravely, walked into the small, neat bathroom, 
and closed the door.

Vic was proud of himself. He'd held off from creeping up to 
the door for a solid three and a half minutes. But, just as 
he gingerly lay his ear against the door --

"You don't have to skulk, Victor. I'll just leave the door 
open a bit."

Vic let out the breath he'd swallowed, shifted until his 
back was to the wall just off to the side of the bathroom 
door, and slid down to sit. 

"Comfy?"

"Yeah."

"You know, Vic..." 

The sound of a tight fly being released one button at a 
time. Vic pressed his cheek against the wall. He couldn't 
see anything because of the poor angle, but the shadow was 
shedding its skin.

"I never thought of you as a voyeur." The shadow pulled his 
shirt off, flung it casually toward the tub. 

"It's not voyeurism if I can't see what you're doing,"

"Auralism, then? In any case, my shadow is pretty clear, 
Vic. You know, you don't *have* to install klieg lights in 
bathrooms."

"Feeling shy, partner?"

The angry sound of jeans hitting the floor, the subsequent 
low whistle-whumpf of a kick sending said jeans into the 
corner... It was answer enough.

Jesus. Without being fully aware of what he was doing, Vic 
had undone his own fly, freed his burgeoning erection, and 
begun to stroke.

The pale, long-fingered hand shooting out into the relative 
dimness of the hall made Vic catch his breath, sent a load 
down his cock. 

"Mac, what the hell...?"

"Lick it."

"There's lotion in there..."

"It smells like *apples*."

Both of Vic's hands were already slick with his own pre-
come, but he took hold of the other man's wrist anyway, 
sliding his palms over Mac's entire hand, wondering what 
the other man thought of his action. The moisture gleamed 
wetly in the light spilling from the bathroom. 

Mac, apparently feeling the pause, began to tug his hand 
back, but Vic gripped harder and lapped at the wide palm, 
letting his tongue catch on calluses and scars, tasting 
those bits of himself he'd shared. He heard Mac ease down 
onto the floor, knew that if Vic sat forward just a little 
bit more he'd be able to see...

"Victor, your mouth..."

Sleepy near-drawl, soothing qualities effectively shredded 
by the lust-hook the other man had apparently swallowed. 
Each time Mac got caught on a word it would send... 
something... down to take hold of his cock and stroke and 
Mac's fingers were long, probing. Vic caught himself 
tilting his head back to take more, but it was too late to 
avoid the reflex to swallow and for a brief heart-stopping 
moment he was deep-throating two of Mac's fingers and the 
stretch was good, the taste his own salt-sweat and iron 
from where he'd bitten his lip...

"Vic, please--"

Vic gave one last, plaintive suckle before breaking off. He 
was aching, and couldn't stop himself from snatching Mac's 
hand back again and clasping it with his own, sliding their 
fingers together, slicking themselves *with* themselves and 
breathing fast and hard. One last squeeze and Vic let him go 
for real this time, pushing Mac's hands back toward the 
cracked door. 

"Are you touching yourself, Mac?"

"Yeah..."

"Tell me what you're thinking about..."

Breathy chuckle. "Voyeur may not be precisely the right 
word for it, but..."

"C'mon, tell me." Vic felt the aggression of a building 
orgasm hit and tried to calm himself down. 

"Your mouth."

Slow stroke, attempting to match the easy rhythm he thought 
he'd heard. "My mouth? I... thought you wanted to suck me."

"I do, I do..." And Mac was scooting closer, If there was 
no wall they'd be shoulder to shoulder. And Vic would be 
able to see the motions of that high right hand in more 
than just the stark ambiguity of artificial shadow. "But I 
want you to cuff me to the bed and use your mouth all over 
my body. Anywhere you want, just... unngh..."

Vic rocked a little at the image, came close to losing it 
at the brief strangled cry that cut the other man off. 
"Wanna know what I'm thinking about?"

"If... if you say 'friendship' I swear to God I'll kill 
you--"

"You're right above me, straddling me, looking down... 
you're rubbing your cock -- you're naked -- against me... 
against me...."

Lurching croak of a voice. "And then what?"

"You tell me to ask for it. Ask you to suck me off. You've 
got my hands pinned--"

"Oh, fffffuck--"

"A-a-and I do." The rush of sharing the fantasy -- far 
older than he was willing to admit to Mac -- had faded 
quickly. Vic's face felt hot, and he knew he was flushing.

"God that's so fucking hot, Vic. You're so... please, ask 
me to suck your cock. We don't have to -- I just... want to 
hear it."

Victor panted quietly, needing to think, needing to pause, 
but he couldn't stop jerking his cock, and he knew Mac 
could hear him moan. 

"Please, Vic..."

"Mac, I... suck my cock..." Vic felt something like a hit 
of pure oxygen hit him, and the words were crowding behind 
his teeth, begging to be spoken, begging to be *heard*... 
"Please, take it down I wanna see you take it, please Mac 
suck my cock... Need it need you please--"

Brief, hollow cry and by the way Mac's shadow jerked and 
stilled and jerked again Vic knew the other man was coming. 
He felt his balls tightening, reached down to cup and roll 
them shamelessly. His head lolled against the wall and the 
only thing necessary to make this perfect would be --

"Come for me, Vic."

His eyes snapped open, and Mac was kneeling before him, 
touching nothing but the now-burning caps of his knees, 
naked from the waist down, lovely, sticky cock exposed. Vic 
knew he was making sounds but wasn't sure if they were 
being resolved into speech. 

"You said it was against the rules for *you* to watch me... 
Technically, I'm being a good boy, Vic."

The voice was steady but still hoarse, needful, and Vic's 
eyes slipped shut again.

"That's it... give it up for me..."

He could feel it building at his spine, rolling and 
twisting into some ball of pure force, threatening to leave 
him paralyzed if he ever actually shot his load. 

"Are you thinking about me? My mouth? I know you want me to 
suck you and I will, I promise I will. Kiss you, taste you, 
drill you with my tongue... Vic, I want to, I want to..."

His hips were slamming up, now, he was thrusting into his 
own pumping fist and if he let his nail drag just there --

"Oh, God, Mac--"

"That's me, lover, that's me. You want me to drag my teeth 
a little before I open up wide and let you fuck my face 
just as rough and fast as you need to..."

If Mac said anything after that it was lost in the subtly 
painful and exhilarating scrape of his short nails down 
Vic's thighs. He lost it when those clever fingers flicked 
lightly at his balls, and wailed his orgasm. 

The next thing he was aware of was that hot, wet mouth 
taking in his fingers one by one. 

Turnabout. 

Vic laid back and took it, bones too liquid to attempt 
anything more complex. 

When Mac had finished, he curled up on the floor with Vic 
and draped himself halfway over Vic's body. Vic pulled him 
in closer and then gave up on movement, settled for 
remembering to breathe. 

"Vic."

"Mmmph."

"Are we friends, yet?"

He would've laughed if he'd had air. Really. "I'd say 
acquaintances."

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End.
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