| Stef's Stuf |
| Courting Lennie: Chapter 4 |
| Lennie woke up Sunday morning thinking that there was something he had to remember. As he opened his eyes and recognized that he wasn't in his own bedroom, it all came rushing back. He turned his head and saw Jack sleeping beside him. // Oh, god, it was real. // He realized that it was the first time in a very long time that he had waken up not alone. He also realized that that felt amazingly good, and rolled over on his side to watch his lover sleep. A rush of tenderness overwhelmed him as he gazed at the almost childlike innocence that sleep brought to the craggy face. He thought back to last night and decided that this morning he would make it extra special. It occurred to him that while he had been on the receiving end of more blow jobs than he could count, he'd never given one. He rummaged around in his memory, trying to remember what had felt the best to him, and remembered one in particular. It had lasted almost two hours, the guy doing the work bringing him right to the edge then backing off just at the right time, repeating the process until Lennie was begging him to let him come. He knew he wouldn't have that kind of control just yet, but it was something to strive for. He looked over at Jack, wondering when he would wake up, and realized that his lover was dreaming again. He smiled and wondered which version of Lennie he was with this time ... ***** It had been six months since that fateful day up in the attic. Jack and Lennie had worked on the beautiful Victorian house together all through the summer. The main living areas were complete, including the beautiful grand ballroom. Upstairs was still mostly untouched, except for the master bedroom. But this weekend, the work was being set aside. It was time for a celebration. The ballroom was filled with flowers and even the trees outside displayed their brightest colors against the deep blue of an early October sky. A string quartet played the Pachelbel Canon in D as the small group of friends and family gathered together. A short, stout woman with long flowing brown hair stood before a table. As the quartet finished the last notes of the Canon, she raised her arms, beckoning. Jack swallowed nervously, fidgeted with his tux one last time, and walked slowly in from the side of the room to stand before her. His eyes were glued to Lennie, entering from the other side. They met in the center and joined hands, smiling nervously at one another, then turned to face the woman. Lennie's friend Annie was a wiccan priestess who specialized in non-traditional weddings. They didn't care that it wasn't "legal;" for them it was about proclaiming their love to the world, and making promises to each other. Jack barely heard the words as Annie addressed the "congregation," talking about the beauty of two people coming together no matter what the obstacles. Finally, she addressed them. "Lennie, do you take this man Jack to be the companion of your days? Do you promise to love him, encourage him in all endeavors, through good times and bad, till death parts your paths?" Lennie looked into his eyes and smiled. "I do." His fingers trembled as he slid the gold ring onto Jack's hand. "Jack, do you take this man Lennie to be the companion of your days? Do you promise to love him, encourage him in all endeavors, through good times and bad, till death parts your paths?" He felt like his heart was going to burst as he gazed back into those limpid pools of blue. "I do." Somehow he got the ring onto Lennie's finger. "Then by the power of your love for each other, you are married now in the eyes of your family and friends. Let us celebrate!" The kiss was everything a wedding kiss should be; passionate and tender all at once. Their guests cheered as the quartet played Beethoven's 'Ode to Joy,' and a party broke out around them. The rest of the day was a blur to Jack; he vaguely remembered Lennie shoving some wedding cake into his face, but that was about it. Finally, they managed to clear all the guests out and headed up the stairs to their bedroom. It would be the first night they had actually spent in the house, in their new bedroom. They walked in, hand in hand, through the beautiful French doors. The bed was a huge old 4-poster, with a king sized mattress. Lennie turned to him, caressing his face. "I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day." He leaned in to answer with a kiss which sparked such passion that they began all but tearing the formal clothes off, hungry to finally be alone in their bed. Lennie dragged him down to the bed, laying on top of the fluffy comforter, his hand finally freeing Jack's aching cock. "Oh, Lennie," he sighed ... ***** When Jack moaned "Oh, Lennie," in his sleep, it was more than Lennie could take. He bent down and gently kissed him, bringing him out of the dream. Jack's eyes fluttered open and for a moment he wasn't sure if he wasn't still in the dream. But no, this was real. Lennie was kissing him, one hand floating gently over his already stiff cock. He leaned back and brought the hand up to caress Jack's face. "Morning, sleepyhead!" Jack smiled up at him. "Hey." "You were dreaming about me again." Jack blushed. "Yeah." "Which one?" "The architect in Maine." Lennie smirked. "My mother always wanted me to be an architect. Too bad I can't even draw a straight line with a ruler." Jack laughed, then shivered as Lennie's fingers again found his cock. "Oohhh, don't stop." Lennie bent down to kiss him, then slowly worked his way down, neck, chest, and belly, worshiping every inch of skin. Jack gasped as Lennie's lips first touched his cock, a gentle kiss on the head followed by a lick, and finally the flat of the tongue swirling around. "Oh, god, yes." Lips slid over him, engulfing him, as Lennie chuckled deep in his throat. The tongue slid down his shaft, sliding from side to side, and back up again. Lennie took a deep breath and plunged down the shaft, taking it all into his mouth, thrusting up and down, further and further down each time. Jack's moans told him he was doing something right. Finally he had to come back up for air. "Damn, Lennie, you're good. You sure you've never done this before?" "Well, like I said, I had a lot of practice on the receiving end. Trying to remember what I liked." "Can you turn around? I want some too!" Lennie laughed. "69 already? Oh, all right, twist my arm." He squirmed around, repositioning so that he was turned 180 degrees, then straddled Jack, his cock hanging right over the waiting mouth. "Go for it." Jack licked his lips, remembering how his LA cop had been afraid of this. He wasn't going to let that happen here. He reached out and traced his fingers along the length of it, marveling at the feel of the soft skin over the hardness underneath. He pulled it toward his mouth and gently sucked the head right in. Lennie sighed and pushed downward, wanting more. "Oh, god, it's been so long ..." Jack eagerly took all Lennie had to offer, reveling in the thought that he was actually doing this, and enjoying it. He almost lost it for a moment when Lennie resumed work on his cock, but soon they found a rhythm that had the bedsprings squeaking. Jack had had a head start; he realized he was very close to his explosion, but he couldn't talk with his mouth full of Lennie. He reluctantly let go and whispered, "I'm coming Lennie," just moments before he did. Lennie could feel the contractions taking hold of the body below him as his mouth filled with hot fluid. He had to let some of it dribble down the sides to keep from choking. Finally, Jack lay calm below him, breathing hard. Lennie crawled off and turned around to kiss him. "Damn, Lennie." Lennie chuckled, his fingers sliding through Jack's chest hair. After a few minutes when he had caught his breath, Jack looked at him. "I wasn't done with you." He sat up and pushed Lennie down onto the bed, taking his position between the long legs. Overcome by a bout of silliness, he licked it like a lollipop, teasing with the tip of his tongue, before getting back to serious sucking. This angle was much better, he thought, more control. He brought his hands in, caressing the balls and base of the shaft while his mouth handled the top. It didn't take much longer before Lennie's warning came and he tasted cum for the first time. So many women had refused to swallow his that he was a bit afraid, but to him it tasted like ambrosia and he eagerly licked up every drop. Finally, he crawled up to lay beside Lennie, his head pillowed on a shoulder, resting a bit before getting up to face the day. He felt contented, happy, in a way he hadn't felt in a very long time. "So tell me about the dream." Lennie's hands trailed idly through his hair. "Who is this architect and how did he sweep you off your feet?" Jack smiled and told him the story. How they had been college roommates and best friends over the years, but somehow never put two and two together until that day in the attic. He described the big old Victorian house and how he longed to have somebody special to help him restore it, to maybe make it a real home. "So what were you two doing when I interrupted?" Lennie asked with a devilish grin. He was almost afraid to tell Lennie the end of the story - afraid he'd jump to the wrong conclusions. But somehow Jack felt he had to tell Lennie, to bring it all full circle. He looked up into those laughing eyes and smiled. "Celebrating our wedding night in our new home." Lennie's eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung open. He had NOT been expecting that one. Jack laughed. "Calm down, Lennie. They're a good 6 months ahead of us." Lennie blinked and managed to shut his mouth. Jack reached up to caress his face. "Seriously, Lennie. That was the other common feature in all the dreams - 'and they lived happily ever after.' But I know that's just a dream." Lennie heard the hint of sadness in Jack's voice. They had both been burned before; it was hard to believe at this point in their lives that 'happily ever after' was really an option. "Jack, nobody can promise happiness. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try. I'm willing if you are." Jack looked up into the deep blue eyes and saw the hope. "Oh, Lennie ..." he sighed as he buried his face into his lover's shoulder. The end . . . for now. Continue on to Christmas Dreams Send us some feedback Back to the Story Index Disclaimer: These characters belong to Dick Wolf and NBC; we're just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |