Silver and Black

Saturday, November 8, 5:22 am



David half woke and saw that it was still dark outside. The steady sound of rain pattered and trickled down the glass. He sighed in loss when he reached out and the warm body he expected to be there was missing.



It had been only a dream, a gorgeous, amazing dream of sharing a bed with the sensuous, warm man who had seemed equally hungry for his touch as he'd been for Chris', but just a dream. He hadn't given an actor dinner and help, only to confuse the man's intension with that of a young prostitute from years ago. He blushed in shame at even having dreamed that, and woke a little further.



That was when he heard low cursing in the bathroom, and when he turned over to look, there was a light on under the bathroom door; that was when he figured out that the empty side of the bed was still warm.



His heart beat faster, as David got out of bed, still just in his underwear, and opened the door to the master bath.



There, in the lights, was a nude, gorgeous young man with midnight black hair, tattoos of all colors painting his solid arms, leaning with his forehead against the side of David's glassed-in slate-tiled seven-foot-high arch of a shower. David took a deep breath. Chris wasn't just a dream, or if he was, then David was still asleep. He grinned and slipped out of his boxers even as he heard what Chris was grumbling about.



“A computer. A fucking computer for a shower--a shower for Christ’s sake! Whatever happened to a simple knob or handle or just fucking waving your hand under the faucet?”



"Because then you wouldn't have this," David said quietly, caressed Chris' warm hip and then reached around him to touch the start sequence symbol on the control panel.



Water fell on them, and David was very impressed when Chris didn't flinch at all. Maybe in the Army he'd gotten used to cold showers; but the very first droplets out of the shower system were hot. The shower had an instant heating system that always started up the first time someone turned on the lights in the bathroom after 4 am. The clock in the shower read 5:37 am.



"Oh," sighed Chris, looking more disappointed than David expected.



"What's wrong?" David asked, halfway wondering if his shower had thwarted plans for a quiet and quick getaway.



Chris just shrugged. "I... I kinda wanted to surprise you, is all. Didn’t think your shower would fuck me over."



"Well, it hasn't actually fucked you..." David said, consideringly.



Chris laughed again at the literal interpretation, and David grinned in response.



"Worse yet," Chris mused, "it doesn’t have a shower head I can tie you to."



"There is that. We'd have to use the guest room's shower for that."



David tried to cover his arousal at that proposal with a casual tone of voice, but being naked and freshly awake with a morning erection just didn't help. With a sideways glance, he realized he wasn't the only one with that particular disadvantage. David blinked in surprise at seeing the glint of metal against the head of Chris' cock and the ladder of barbells down the front of his now-solid shaft.



"You weren't kidding, were you?" David said, and hesitated about touching the gleaming metal.



"Hm?" Chris was peering at the labels on the bottles with a frown. "Why do you have conditioners for colored hair? You don't dye yours, do you?"



"That's probably still from when I used to bleach it and dye it blue," David said, and his eyes widened a little as Chris picked the bottle out and put it on the floor of the shower.



"Blue, huh. That's pretty neat. Yeah, if I didn't dye my hair, it'd be as white as yours."



"You dye, huh?" Then hesitant, David asked, "Can I touch you?"



"Oh, sure."



Chris sounded disinterested to David's ears; but when David slid his arms around Chris from behind, he felt Chris' muscles firm, heard him take a deeper breath.



David gently hugged Chris under the warm water for a moment, and when there was no greater reaction, no arms closing about his own, he let go and stepped back.



The sound of water nearly drowned the quiet voice that said, "Please, don't stop. Don't... don't let go."



David had to swallow hard around the sudden lump in his throat. He stepped back in, wrapped his arms around Chris, and leaned against his back. Chris took a deep breath and wrapped one hand around David's wrist and they both stood there, letting the water wash over them both.



Chris turned, and David looked up in surprise right as he pressed a slow kiss on David's lips. David melted to the kiss, opening his mouth to the gentle caress of Chris' mouth and tongue. His arms slid across wet skin, pulling Chris even closer, and, to let Chris know just how good it felt, he made small soft sounds of hunger, of need into those knee-meltingly gentle and insistent kisses.



What surprised the hell out of him was hearing those same sounds echoed by Chris even as strong arms wrapped around him and held him close.



When the kiss broke, David whimpered softly, panting. He leaned his forehead against Chris' throat and he felt a kiss against his hair.



"God, you're so sexy, it's killing me," Chris whispered against David's hair. "But... I'd rather..."



There was nothing but the sound of water for a very long moment.



"What would you rather?" David asked against Chris's skin.



"I..."



David felt a motion against his hair.



"I can't say."



David tilted his head, so that his lips were up against the metal-studded ear. There was thick core stretching the lobe out, and more gleaming metal studs through the arch and even the cup of it than David could count at a glance. Gently he asked, "May I guess?"



Chris' head turned, green eyes stared into his own, and he gave the slightest of nods.



David stroked his hands down Chris' back and heard the softest of sighs.



"Then I'd guess... guess you want to make sure this is real. That there might be more to us than just sex, though that would feel really good right now." David gave a wicked grin. "You want to date a little, see if there's more than just skin on skin. And I'll admit that as touch hungry as I am right now, my cock thinks it's a really, really stupid idea."



David arched his hips to deliberately rub his hard-on against Chris' hip bone, and he saw those green eyes close, even as his own breathing shook with the slick, warm slide against skin.



"Ahem. But... I might be projecting... and... uhm... anyway... my thought processes, what I have left of them, think that might be the wiser way to go."



Hands slid down David's back, hesitating at the top of the curve of his ass, and when David groaned softly, grinding his hips against Chris, they slid down to cup and squeeze.



"Jesus…" Chris growled, his hips moving.



"Ah... sorry..." David said, even as he whimpered a little at the feeling of Chris pulling him close enough to grind against him. "The... the sex could be very, very good, too... I'm not turning that down."



"No..." Chris shook his head, water flying everywhere, and his green eyes looked a little haunted. "No... you.... aw shit, got it right. I just... god, I want to just fuck you into the goddamned wall right now."



"Can I just suck you off?" David asked with a grin.



"Ngh..."



"Well, you did do me last night, and I'd love to get my lips and tongue on those piercings. We can... uhm... save the anal stuff for later, but, I'd love go down on you."



David was gratified when Chris smirked and then put his back against the wall of the shower. David went down on his knees, wrapping one hand around Chris' leg, and used the other to cup the balls hanging heavy before a very much at attention cock that gleamed with silver. Strong hands stroked into his hair and gently gripped, cradling his head in a way that made his own cock twitch.



There was a barbell all the way through the head, and a ladder of barbells up what was now the front of the member, they would have been well-hidden when Chris was flaccid; but now they were front and center.



With long practice, David stroked up to wrap his hand around the root of Chris' cock, which made those narrow hips sway in response to the touch. He took the head in his mouth, closed his eyes, and slowly ran his tongue along the soft, warm skin, pushing gently at the hardness of the barbell. He felt Chris start a little at the motion of the metal, and then gather David's hair a little tighter within his hands.



The tension on his hair made David moan softly, and he felt Chris shudder. He slid the soft head with its accent of hardness deeper in, and let the edge of his teeth just brush the skin.



"Oh, God," Chris ground out, and then his hips moved. His hands tipped David's head, changing the angle, as David lapped along the warm metal balls of the barbells.



David bobbed, letting Chris slide along the roof of his mouth. He closed his lips about the warm smoothness and sucked as his hand pumped. He heard a gasp and Chris' hips jerked, bumping hard against the opening to David's throat, muscles already taunt, tightened. David got a few more solid strokes in.



"Shit, David..."



Reading Chris' tension, his rough breathing, and the rush of blood under his skin; David took a deep breath, stomped on his gag reflex, opened his throat completely, and took Chris' shaft as deeply as he could in an achingly big swallow.



Chris moaned and came. His fingers relaxed in David's hair, gently cupping his head, as his cock spasmed in David's throat and David swallowed hard to keep up with the flow, easily anticipating and riding his involuntary bucking at the sensation. The low groan that sounded like it had been ripped from him made David close his eyes and moan around the cock filling his mouth and throat.



"Oh, sweet Mother Mary and Jesus, you're so fucking goddamned gorgeous with your mouth wrapped around, oh god... shit, your throat..." Chris' hand stroked along the side of David's distended throat, and David finally pulled free with the sound of more swearing from Chris. David took a deep breath as soon as he'd freed up the back of his throat, and then gave Chris' pierced cock one last lick before leaning against his knees and breathing in huge gasps.



Chris was still breathing hard when he slid down the wall to sit on the floor.



"Please, turn around?"



David did. Chris pulled him close and wrapped strong arms about him. David leaned back and sighed in pleasure.



Then to his surprise, Chris grabbed David's achingly hard cock and stroked.



David arched hard, his head going back on to Chris' shoulder, his hands tight on Chris' legs. "Chris," he moaned, turning his face towards Chris' ear, and kissing the tendon along the side of his throat. "Yes... please," he pleaded, and felt a growl rumble through the man holding him.



Chris stroked him with an expert grip, hand sliding on all the water falling about them. David squirmed, enjoying the feeling of his shoulders and back against Chris' strength, basking in the feeling of being held by someone that cared about him and had him at the focus of their attention.



Then Chris started murmuring in his ear. "You're so very hot, gorgeous golden, smooth skin over just enough muscle. I love how you're moving. Fuck, your whimpers when you were kissing me... made me hard enough to nearly come from just that..."



David let the words wash over him, and the tensions of his body built quickly. Soon he was giving soft whimpering cries with each stroke. He felt his balls draw up, three good, solid pulling strokes and he came, hard.



The shower water rained down quietly and David gradually opened his eyes to see Chris' green ones watching him. He reached up awkwardly, gently kissed Chris, and got a slow, sweet kiss in return.



David sighed and relaxed. "Wow," was all he said.



Chris chuckled. "Yeah. Wow."



For a long moment David enjoyed being held. Then he felt Chris nuzzle gently against him before the bigger man got up and lent him a hand up as well. David smiled and silently the two of them started washing each other.



Chris purred softly, muscles melting as David massaged shampoo into his hair. "Mmm... that feels great."



David grinned and stroked the suds away from Chris' eyes, and then used the conditioner he'd picked out earlier. He lightly stroked fingertips through the silky-fine black as night hair, and untangled things from the tips up. Luke's hair had been waist length at the same time David's had been, and he'd learned the hard way to start from the bottom and go up with the conditioner.



With a last rinse, he bowed his head a little for Chris' fingers in his hair. "Just use the two-in-one in the blue bottle," he said. "I don't need much else anymore..."



The slender fingers were gentle, but pressed firmly enough to make David melt as well. "Oh, yes," he breathed softly, knowing the other man might not hear him, but it felt good to be able to say it even so.



He suddenly realized he'd fallen asleep, and swayed a bit when Chris' arm came around him. "Oh," he said. "Sorry."



Chris laughed, rubbing soap all over David's body and not helping keep him awake at all. "It's all part of my master plan. You're going back to bed. I'm making pancakes, and feeding you in bed. When do you usually get up?"



"Uhm... when I don't have work to do on a weekend and I was up until 3... I usually sleep in until the crack of noon."



Chris laughed. "I'm still on military time. So, yeah, get your beautiful ass back into bed, and I'll see you."



"You mean this isn't all a dream?" David said, knowing he sounded a little plaintive.



Chris wrapped him close and kissed him until he was breathless, and the green eyes looked so confident when they met his, he had to smile. "Yeah. I'm real. You are, too, unbelievable as that is. Go on... oh... wait."



"What?"



"Can you please turn off this goddamned shower?"



TBC

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Author's Note: I wrote this chapter myself, but stark_black did the edit pass to make sure that Chris' voice was true. Many thanks to Lisa, Erica, Antaris, Kylee, and Dorome for the lovely reviews. As you can see Chris didn't end up on the couch. *laughs* His performance was well rewarded, and it's going well more than two more chapters.



I misspoke... it's two more Acts, each of which may well have up to five Scenes, as most of Shakespeare's plays did. This act only had four. But stark and I are working on Act 4, and there will be an Act 5 to end it, I think. Stark's schedule just got crazy busy, though, between full time work, being in the reserves, and her family, we're not getting as much time together as we'd like. I'm going to be doing *some* of it the way I did this Scene..."Hold Me Down" and "Sauron's Castle" (thanks for those reviews, too) but there's some that she just wishes to roleplay, and I think it's more fun with her being Chris.



Thanks for following along, we're going to be slow, but we're pretty set on finishing this eventually.



-- Liralen