Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 11:21:16 -0400 From: email@example.com Subject: The Glance chapter 5 John woke up slowly, dozing halfway between awake and asleep, feeling good. He felt secure, warm, relaxed. As he slowly came to consciousness, he felt arms around his body, hair tickled his nose, and he was nestled right up against a warm body. Where was he? What was going on? He lifted his head off the comfortable shoulder and looked around. It was his own bedroom, so that was OK. He looked up and saw Chuck's face. He began to draw back but Chuck's arms automatically drew him closer. And it all flooded back into his consciousness. Yes, he remembered now. He didn't know what had come over him. He hadn't done this in years! But it felt good to be cuddled, to be held, to not have to make all the decisions about everything. He settled back down and just enjoyed the feelings. He drifted off again. Chuck woke and looked at the man sleeping in his arms. He felt incredibly tender towards him. Yes, he knew that he was a very successful man in his own field, but somehow, he seemed vulnerable, as if he needed to be cared for and taken care of. Chuck liked that. He liked this witty, funny, competent and vulnerable man. Maybe this had a future. He let his hands stroke the body cuddled up into his chest, loving the feel of the long line from shoulder to hip, the smoothness of it, the silkiness of skin, the feel of muscle sliding underneath all that smoothness. He did love that. John's eyes began to flutter. Chuck leaned down and kissed his nose. He pulled his arm back and let his fingers trace the features of the face nestled into his chest, using one finger to run along the eyebrows, down the nose, across the lips. The lips puckered as his finger teased, and then snapped open and bit down, gently, but firmly. The tongue behind those lips began to play gently along the captured finger. John's eyes snapped open and his lips smiled as he began to suck suggestively. Chuck laughed, wiggled down until his eyes were even with John's, and then leaned in to kiss the tip of the nose. "You could let go of my finger, you know. I have something better for you." John smiled, let go of the finger and rolled up over Chuck, pressing him into the bed with his body. His hands pulled Chuck into him and he kissed him forcibly. "You're a good man, Charlie Brown." Chuck laughed again. John ground his groin into Chuck's, enjoying the feeling as both men woke up, cocks slowly coming to attention, thrusting against each other. The wrestled playfully, tickling, rolling around, thrusting, kissing, each movement filled with playful eroticism. Soon the kisses became more urgent. Tongue battled tongue, muscles strained against muscles, need against need. Gentleness and competitiveness moved back and forth as their need increased. Chuck rolled up and over, holding John down. "I want you. Can I?" "Do you have protection?" "Yes." Chuck sat up, reached into his pants and pulled out a condom. He ripped it open. John reached across and started to roll it down the hard, demanding length. Chuck turned back, lifted John's legs and positioned himself. "Ready?" John nodded and pulled his legs back. Chuck pushed forward, slowly sinking into John as John threw his head back, bridging his whole body upwards, rising to meet Chuck's strength. The rhythm began, slowly in and out, increasing in tempo, hurtling forward and then slowing down – again and again, each time going a little further. Their bodies glistened as they thrust against each other. John pulled Chuck down, "Kiss me!" Tongues probed deeply, just as Chuck probed deeply. Then there was an arching of bodies, a momentary freezing, the spasms of muscles and the spurting release. As the after-shocks jerked through their bodies, they sank into each other's arms, spent, exhausted, aglow. Once again, they slept, bodies entwined, arms holding each other close. The future lay ahead, and it looked good.