| Physician, Heal Thyself |
| The afternoon had dragged on interminably, but finally it was time to go. Skoda felt as nervous as a 14-year old on his first date. He�d barely touched his dinner, and now as he exited the highway, fear and anticipation warred for control of his body. Jack had been supportive, insisting that he�d survive one evening alone, giving him no chance to weasel out. It was a little after 7PM when he pulled into the driveway of the ranch house next to Law�s Garage. The collection of vehicles in various states of disrepair that covered the ground between the two buildings was truly amazing. There was only room for one more car in the driveway; Emil suspected that was only because Jim�s father had already left. He parked the bike and dismounted, taking his helmet off as he walked up onto the small front porch. Through the big picture window, he could see Jim waiting inside, so he wasn�t surprised when the door opened before he even had a chance to knock. If Emil had been impressed with Jim the first time he saw him at the garage, he was blown away now. The grimy dark blue work uniform had been replaced with jeans and a bright blue shirt that exactly matched those irresistible eyes. The blond hair that had been slicked back against his head earlier was freshly washed and looked soft as cotton candy, gleaming gold in the soft light. Emil felt his groin tighten even more as his eyes drank in the sight. �Hey,� was all Jim offered in greeting, his eyes clearly making their own appraisal. Judging from the tightness of his jeans, he seemed to like what he saw. �C�mon back �� Emil dropped his helmet and jacket onto a chair and followed Jim around the corner to a smallish bedroom. A couple of NASCAR posters adorned the wall, and a small bookshelf displayed about a dozen model race cars of varying designs; stock cars, sprint cars, drag racers. Emil suddenly realized that this had most likely been Jim�s room since he was a child; he�d never moved out. And why should he? He worked with his father in the family business. He obviously had no interest in getting married and starting a family of his own. Emil wondered about the look the elder Law had given him that afternoon; did he disapprove of Jim being gay, or just the fact that he was never going to be a grandfather? The psychologist in him found the situation quite fascinating. But now wasn�t the time for psycho-analyzing. Jim had closed the bedroom door behind them and was moving toward him, hunger in his eyes as he set his glasses on the bedside table. Emil turned toward him with an answering hunger, and the next thing he knew their bodies were pressed together, lips locked in an almost violent kiss. Jim�s strong arms wrapped around him, those big hands sliding down his back, over his ass, pulling him close. Their tongues dueled back and forth, as they battled for dominance. It was rough, powerful, glorious. Ultimately, Jim won the battle, using his more heavily muscled body to tumble them both down to the bed. Pinning Emil beneath him, Jim grinned down at him as he ground his crotch into Emil's. Skoda moaned at the contact, pushing back, wanting more. His hands clawed at Jim's shirt, tugging at the western-style snaps, ripping it open to reveal a broad chest, sparsely dusted with pale hairs. Emil ran his hands over it, enjoying the textures, the strength beneath the skin. Leaning forwards, his tongue snaked out, teasing at one tight pink nipple. Jim let out a hiss of pleasure at the unexpected contact; he'd always enjoyed nipple play. "Harder," he ordered, leaning down so Emil could get a better angle. Skoda eagerly complied, pulling it between his teeth, chewing softly on it. Jim groaned, squirming with the sensation. It had been far too long since the last time he'd done this; he wanted to make it last. But that was in direct conflict with his body's growing excitement. He gasped as Skoda bit down hard, then gently licked and sucked the tender flesh. "Damn, Doc, you're good," he muttered as Skoda moved to the other nipple, giving it much the same treatment. Groins pressed tightly together, Jim's writhing kept them both at a fever pitch. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer and pulled away. He sat up and shrugged out of his shirt, then bent down to open Emil's. But while the doctor was likely expecting him to return the nipple torture, instead he turned his attention to Skoda's neck. Licking and sucking along the border between neck and shoulder, coming around to suck on his adam's apple while his hands slid over that tantalizing bald head. It was surprisingly erotic to feel the smoothness, surrounded by the stiff short hairs along the sides. Eventually, his lips did travel southward, tracing the collarbone and finally down to capture one hard nub of a nipple. He gave as good as he'd gotten earlier, bringing Skoda to a writhing frenzy. Finally letting go, he slid one hand down over Skoda's package. "So Doc, you like top or bottom?" he asked, somewhat breathlessly. Skoda almost couldn't think with Jim's hand squeezing him. "Yes �" was all he could come up with for an answer. Jim chuckled, enjoying the feeling of power from bringing this college-educated city boy to such a helpless state. He tugged open Skoda's belt and zipper and slipped his long fingers inside the soft shorts. A loud groan came from deep in Skoda's throat as Jim's fingers touched him. He was so hard, he wanted this so badly. He tried to lift his hips and push his pants down, but Jim was still crouched over him. "Uh uh, not just yet. You ever use a cock ring, Doc?" Jim grinned at him as his fingers brushed teasingly over Skoda's hardness. Only when Skoda nodded did Jim lift up, reaching over towards the night table while Emil squirmed out of his jeans. As Jim settled back down over his now naked thighs, Emil felt a thrill of anticipation. Deft fingers wrapped the soft leather around him, tightening it snugly, before slipping a 'barely there' condom over him. As Jim's lips slipped over him, Emil moaned with delight. With the ring on, he didn't have to worry about holding back. He thrust eagerly into the mechanic's talented mouth, shuddering with barely restrained passion. When one of those long, thick fingers pressed against his hole, he knew he would have come right then if it weren't for the ring. Cool lube eased the way in as Jim probed for his prostate. When he found it, it was almost too much sensation for one 50-something year old body. With hand and mouth, Jim worked him into an absolute frenzy. Finally, Jim let go and stood up. He stood where Emil could see and slowly unzipped his jeans, which were straining to contain his engorged dick. It was huge, easily 8 or 9 inches long, nice and thick. Jim stood there for a moment stroking it, watching Emil's eyes. Still panting from the previous attention, Emil stared hungrily at the sight displayed before him. He couldn't help licking his lips, which got a laugh from Jim. "You want it, Doc?" "You know I do," Skoda growled back at him. Jim reached to the nightstand for another condom, stretching it to the max over his massive erection. He climbed back onto the bed, his knees straddling Skoda's shoulders. Emil took the hint and reached up to pull it down towards his mouth. Especially from this angle, there was no way he could take it all, but he was damned well going to try. Jim grabbed a hold of the headboard and thrust into Skoda's eager mouth. Not long, just enough to bring him to that point of reckless abandon. Then he pulled away yet again. "Ok, Doc. You know the drill." Skoda knew. He got up onto all fours, presenting his ass for the taking. Jim's size made him a little scared, but that just added to the heady mix of emotions. He felt that huge dickhead press against him and he took a deep breath, consciously relaxing. As he exhaled loudly, Jim pressed in, and fire spread through his body. It was pain and pleasure all mixed into one as Jim slowly worked his way in, then began fucking him fast and furious. Jim's thrusts felt like they would split him in two, filling him beyond the capacity of his body to hold. With the ring holding him back, he felt like his entire body would explode if he didn't come soon. And then suddenly Jim's hands were on him, ripping the ring off and stroking him. He came harder than he'd ever come before, his muscles clamping down on Jim, sending the mechanic into the abyss with him. They both cried out with the force of it. One more quick stab of pain/pleasure as Jim pulled out; even softening, he was just BIG. Then he flopped bonelessly down onto the bed beside Emil as both of them tried to catch their breaths. Jim recovered first, rolling out of bed, grabbing his glasses, and disappearing into the bathroom. Emil heard the toilet flush and the splash of water at the sink, then Jim returned and started putting on his jeans. He threw the shirt on, but didn't bother buttoning it, and looked at Emil. "You want a beer?" Skoda laughed. This was exactly what he needed right now � no strings, no drama. "Sure," he replied, getting up from the bed and taking his turn at the bathroom. A quick glance into the trash can confirmed his suspicion; no condom there. Jim had flushed the evidence, not wanting to rub his actions in his father's face. Emil followed suit, took a few minutes to clean up, then ducked back into the bedroom to dress. He found Jim sitting at the kitchen table munching on pretzels and drinking a can of beer. A second can sat on the table, so Emil grabbed it and popped it open. He usually wasn't much of a beer drinker, but at the moment it seemed so totally appropriate. This was Jim's life; working hard all day, spending most evenings drinking beer with his buddies. Skoda wondered if any of them knew why Jim wasn't there this evening. Most likely not. Skoda winced slightly as he sat down; he was definitely going to be feeling the after-effects of that fucking for a good long while. He couldn't help smiling at the thought. Jim noticed the flash of pain, and the smile. Grinning, almost proud that he was responsible, he asked, "You ok, Doc?" Skoda grinned back at him. "You bet. Damn, that was good!" Jim nodded. "Best I've had in a long while. Hell, ONLY I've had in quite a while �" Skoda's curiosity took over; after all, Jim had given him the opening. "You don't get many opportunities out here, do you?" Jim just shook his head. "Nah. 'Ts ok, though. Luckily I�m not one of them guys who can't keep it zipped, you know? Don't need much �" Skoda shook his head. "I'm guessing your buddies don't know?" "Ohhh � no." Jim took a swig of beer. "Wouldn't go over too well. Toby would probably never speak to me again. He's made his feelings about 'dirty faggots' known." Skoda frowned. "Toby? The one whose bike you paint every year?" Jim nodded. "We've been best friends since we were kids. He'd likely kill me if he found out." Skoda shook his head sadly. That didn't sound like much of a best friend, but Jim seemed to just take it for granted. "What about your Dad? Was that him at the garage this afternoon?" Jim sighed and nodded. "Yeah, he knows. He ain't happy about it, but he hasn't disowned me. Only ones who know and accept it are my brother and his wife." Jim smiled softly. "They been real supportive. Too bad they live down in Delaware �" Skoda could see from the softness in Jim's eyes that that acceptance meant a lot to him. It must be terribly lonely, to have the only people you could truly be yourself around so far away. But before he could pry deeper, Jim seemed to shake himself out of the moment and turned it around. "So what about you, Doc? I been tryin' to figure out what's with you and Jack, and I just can't put it together." Skoda chuckled, accepting the change of subject. "Well, it's kind of changing, no wonder you can't pin it down. We work together. My soon-to-be ex-wife threw me out a week ago. I decided if I was going to have a mid-life crisis I was going to do it right and get a motorcycle. I knew Jack rode, and asked him for help. In the mean time, his boss ordered him to take a long-overdue vacation, and he invited me to tag along. We weren't really what you'd call close friends before, but �" Jim's eyebrow crawled up above his glasses. "He know about �?" Skoda blushed. "He does now. And it turns out he's always been curious �" "And?" Jim's eyes bored right through Skoda's forehead. Emil nodded. "And, last night � yeah. We did." Jim grunted. "I ain't gonna cause trouble between you, am I?" Emil shook his head. "Tell you the truth, he was the one who talked me into this. This morning. I'm not sure I would have had the nerve on my own." Jim relaxed. "Sounds like I owe him one." An idea was beginning to form in Emil's head. He gazed thoughtfully at his companion. "Jim, how would you like the chance to pay him back?" Something about Skoda's attitude caught Jim's attention. He had a feeling he was going to like this. "What'd you have in mind, Doc?" "Well, I'm not sure how Jack would feel about this � but I'd really like to see you again before we head back to New York. I don't want to abandon him alone again � and I doubt your father will be conveniently out again later this week?" Jim saw where this was heading. "Yeah, we got lucky tonight. You're thinking group grope?" He hadn't really thought about Jack getting into the game, but he certainly didn't object. An eager grin was spreading across his face. Emil grinned back. "You're reading my mind." "I'm in!" Emil nodded. "Great. Let me talk to Jack, see if he'll go along. Um � is there an adult shop anywhere around here?" He wasn't too hopeful out here in the sticks. Jim laughed. "Half a dozen of them. Hell, Doc, you think just because people don't talk about it they don't DO it?" He grabbed a tablet and sketched out directions to the biggest one nearby. Emil folded it and stashed it in his hip pocket. It was still fairly early, but he didn't want to be here when the elder Law got home, and he was feeling a bit guilty about leaving Jack alone. "I guess I better get going, then. I'll call you tomorrow." He finished his beer and got up, retrieving his helmet and jacket from where he'd dropped them on the recliner in the living room. Jim followed him to the door and out onto the porch, into the darkness of the night. Just before stepping off the porch, Emil turned. Even though commitment and drama were the last things he wanted right now, it didn't feel right to just ride off into the night. He'd seen a little bit of Jim's lonely soul this night, even if it was only for a moment, and it demanded acknowledgement. He reached out and gently squeezed Jim's forearm. "Thanks, Jim," he said softly. The blond head ducked once in silent acknowledgement. Finally, he stepped off the porch and mounted his bike. Jim reached into his pocket and lit up a cigarette, standing there on the porch watching as Emil's headlight faded into the distance. Continut on to Chapter 7 Back to the Story Index Send me some feedback Disclaimer: These characters belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
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