 “I thought we were meeting for lunch.” Duncan growled into his mobile phone. He could hear Methos yawning at the other end. “Is it lunch time already? I must have dozed off. Why don’t you get takeaway and come here?” Methos had that indolent tone in his voice that Duncan knew meant he wasn’t likely to get Methos to do anything he didn’t feel like. And right now Methos felt like… “Where are you anyway?” “In the park, the one west of my place. I’m next to the pond. Oh, and bring a blanket or something to sit on.” Duncan sighed, agreed and hung up. ~~~~~~ Duncan wasn’t in a very good mood by the time he found the pond: it was tucked away in an overgrown corner of the park and it was almost impossible to find unless you had directions. Of course Duncan hadn’t thought to ask anyone for directions until he’d been wandering around for over quarter of an hour. Finally he spied water. Hoisting the bag which contained the lunch and a blanket over his shoulder, he prepared to give Methos a piece of his mind. And then he stopped short. A sleepy looking Methos smiled up at him, his shirt was unbuttoned, his hair was mussed and Duncan thought he’d never seen anyone look so fuckable in his entire life. “Hey Duncan, what took you so long?” Methos drawled. Duncan tossed the bag of food into a clump of reeds, dropped to his knees, wrapped one hand around the back of Methos’s head and kissed him deeply. Methos pulled back. “Wha…” he managed to get out before Duncan reclaimed his lips and pushed him back into the long grass. Duncan’s hands roamed over the smooth skin of Methos’s sun-warmed torso before unfastening Methos’s belt and top button. Methos relaxed under Duncan’s expert ministrations, then gasped as Duncan moved his mouth down to roughly suck on a nipple. “Duncan, what are you doing?” Duncan didn’t answer. He just unzipped Methos’s jeans and tugged them down far enough that he had access to Methos’s hardening cock. Duncan took a moment to grin up at Methos’s slightly shocked face before licking slowly from the base of the shaft to the head. Methos groaned and threw his head back as he hardened. “Oh God, that feels good.” Duncan licked and sucked the head of Methos’s cock as his hand stroked the shaft. Tired of teasing he opened his mouth wide and swallowed hot flesh until his nose was pressed against Methos’s soft pubic hair. Methos tried to buck up but Duncan kept a tight grip on him, moving his mouth slowly up and down, driving Methos wild. “Fuck, faster! Dammit! Duncan…please.” The needy sounds coming from Methos were getting Duncan uncomfortably aroused; he unfastened his own pants and slipped a hand inside to release his own hard cock. Speeding up his mouth and stroking himself, he revelled in the feeling of being with Methos, of smelling him, tasting him and sharing passion. Methos wove his fingers in Duncan’s hair and guided his head for maximum pleasure. A series of drawn out groans signalled Methos’s imminent orgasm and Duncan pulled back to suck the salty fluid straight from the slit. As his mouth filled, Duncan’s balls tightened and he shot a stream of come over the ground. Both sated they collapsed in the grass, listening to the sounds of distant traffic and birds singing in the nearby trees. “I guess you were too hungry to wait for lunch,” Methos chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants.” “You were lunch.” Duncan grinned. “If you want something there’s a bag somewhere with food in it.” Methos reached over, snagged the bag from its hiding place and opened it up. “You brought a blanket?” “You told me to.” Methos sighed and indicated the grass stains on the knees of Duncan’s pants. “Why did you think I told you to do that?” “You had this planned?” “Duncan, you may enjoy the beauties of nature, I’m more of an indoor person. What do you think?” Duncan grabbed the blanket from Methos, unrolled it and grinned. “I think your ass is dessert.” The End
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