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David and Gary - A Fantasy

by Julie Lynn Hayes

Chapter 2 - The Saga Continues

Dinner was pizza, ordered in. We ate it naked, seated crosslegged upon the bed. Laughing and joking, completely at ease with one another, and our new relationship. Regaling one another with tales of boyhood antics, of family and friends. Of everything and nothing. Intimate details. Private jokes. Sharing. And caring.

And when we'd eaten our fill, we sat together, hands laced, sharing a fag which we passed back and forth intimately before we began to dress and marshal our forces.

"Um, Gary....." David said, as I was slipping on a pair of casual jeans. I glanced up at him.

"You do realize we can't just go into some sex shoppe and look for toys for men, don't you?"

"Why not?" I asked, zipping up carefully over the hardon his voice alone was causing to return.

"Well, because we're not exactly unknown faces. Especially you," he pointed out. "Is that something you think anybody needs to know?"

That gave me pause for a moment. Not that I was ashamed, mind you. Or sorry. But careers had been broken for less. And I had children to think about. "What do you suggest?"

"Perhaps we can shop online, and forego them for tonight?" Although I swear he sounded disappointed. And I knew that I was. But then my eyes began to gleam, and a smile came to my lips. "You have an idea?" he asked hopefully.

"That I do," I responded, reaching for my cell phone, punching in the number one on my speed dial. Within a few minutes it was answered by a familiar feminine voice.

"Gary?"

"Who else, love?" I replied, winking at David. "Amber, are you busy?"

"Never too busy for you, dear," she laughed. As my personal assistant, she's learned to be ready for anything at a moment's notice.

"I'm at the flat. Can you meet me there as soon as possible?"

"Is ten minutes fast enough?" to which I of course responded in the affirmative, and she signed off without another word.

"Ams is the soul of discretion," I assured David.

"I've met her, she's lovely," he nodded. "But I fail to see what she can do for us?"

"She'll beard for us," I said, "she'll make it all right for us to be together, and yet not appear to be. Nobody needs to know our business. Until we decide we want to tell them something. You know?"

"I know," he agreed, "I appreciate your thoughtfulness," and he leaned in and kissed me, and for a moment I simply became lost in his touch all over again. Until a knock at the door brought us back to reality once more.

"I should have asked, I suppose, if you mind that Amber knows? I mean, about us? She isn't stupid, after all, far from it, and she'll be able to tell........" I stumbled over my words.

"Mind? Of course not," he smiled. "To be seen with a sexy man like you is ..........well, to be with you at all is simply amazing, and when we're ready, I have no problem with letting the world know, I assure you..."

Balm to my ears indeed. "Good, because this woman knows me too well, and she'll see the way that I look at you, and she'll know," I said softly, as I moved toward the door.

"The same way I undoubtedly look at you," he replied, "so that's two of us..."

I admitted Amber who waltzed into the flat, rattling away a mile a minute, "Well, Mr. Oldman, I certainly hope you appreciate how quickly I got here. Eight and a half minutes. I timed it. Not even ten. Could you call anyone else and have them respond that quickly? I think not. So all in all, I think....." and when she broke off abruptly, I knew she'd seen David for the first time. "Oh, sorry, didn't realize you weren't alone. Hello, Mr. Thewlis," she smiled at him. "I was just giving him a hard time you know. You have to, with bosses, or else they think they can get over on you all the time." She winked at him conspiratorially and he winked back. God, what a beautiful smile he has.

"Call me David," he said, "and yes, I understand, Gary can be a hard taskmaster..."

Was it just my dirty mind taking that the wrong way, I hope?

"Ams, my dear, sweet, beautiful, magnificent, glorious assistant," I began.

"Oh oh, I smell trouble," she said, looking back and forth between us. "You're up to something, I can tell. Have you rooked David into something, the poor innocent?"

I almost snickered aloud at that, and I think David wanted to laugh himself. "You could say that I'm in to something new, so to speak," I replied enigmatically, winking at David. "Actually, we want to do some shopping, but it's something we can't do alone. At least not yet. Be a lamb and come with us, won't you?" I batted my baby blues at her hopefully and of course she gave in, laughing.

"Let me guess. You want to binge on chocolate and yet you don't want the press to catch wind of it. Am I right?"

"You're half right," David laughed. "About the press, anyway. Not the chocolate."

"Are you going to tell me, or what?" she demanded, putting her hands on her hips, pretending to pout.

"Maybe," I played coy, exchanging glances with David, smiling enigmatically.

Amber is many things, but dumb is not one of them. She had us pegged within ten seconds. "Oho, it's like that, is it?" she snickered softly, yet not unkindly. "I don't know which of you to congratulate first, you're both so damn sexy. What a shame for us girls that have been waiting for a shot at either one of you, though." She pressed a dramatic hand to her heart. "How shall I ever console myself for the loss of two such beautiful men from my dating roster?"

"With two other gentlemen, Messrs Ben & Jerry I would imagine," I laughed, "and if you're nice, we'll join you. You like ice cream, David?"

"Of course, what self-respecting werewolf doesn't?" he grinned. "Make mine chocolate..."

Amber doubled over in laughter. "You two kill me! Okay, where are we going and what are we going to buy?"

"We're going to that adult shop you told me about, the one downtown. And we'll figure out what exactly to get when we get there."

"Lead on MacDuff," she snickered, and within two minutes we were seated comfortably in the front seat of her rental vehicle and headed downtown. It was a tight fit, but no one seemed to mind. I sat in the middle between the two of them - my assistant and my lover, and I have to admit I was glad that Amber had so readily accepted our relationship. And she encouraged us in our obvious desire to be affectionate - surreptitious kisses and rubbing of thighs together, interlaced fingers and sudden bouts of giggling for no apparent reason. Nothing half so barmy as two middle aged chaps who find they've got a serious case of the hots for one another. Lucky for us she had opted for tinted windows.

"You two could have sat in the back," she pointed out, with raised eyebrows. "There's more room for that sort of thing back there, you know..."

"What sort of thing?" I feigned innocence.

"We're just sitting here," David protested, his left hand snaking beneath my right thigh, heading backwards, toward my bum.

"Uh huh," she said, totally unconvinced, eyeing us both askance. "And where might your hand be, Mr. Thewlis?"

"Why at the end of my arm, where else?" God, what a smart ass he is, and how I love him for it!

"Yes, and I can also see where that leads to. Was your arm always attached to Mr. Oldman's ass?" she quipped, just as he goosed me and I jumped involuntarily.

"Yes, from what I can recall, it seems to have always been in that vicinity," he rejoined, which produced laughter from both of us. And I rewarded him with a kiss, which started off softly but quickly caught fire. It wasn't until Amber coughed discreetly that I realized the car had stopped, as we had reached our destination.

"Might I suggest you slide out my way, Gary, and that David refrain from reaching for your bum?" she couldn't keep from grinning at us. We hastened to obey, of course, stepping out into the warm evening. For good measure, Amber clutched my arm, hanging onto me like a leech.

Ever since POA had begun filming here, in this part of Scotland, the press seemed to delight in having its members skulk about watching for opportunities to assault the hapless actors at any and every opportunity. It was eerie sometimes the way they seemed to hone in on our locations, as if they kept spotters at various strategic locales who watched for whoever might dare to actually have a life off of the set. Here was a photog now - his camera started whirring the moment we reached the sidewalk. Damnation, how annoying! Oh well, it was a good thing I'd gotten Amber then - the worse that could be said was that I was doing my assistant. Kinkily. As long as the two of us - and David - knew the truth, nothing else mattered. The boys weren't allowed to read that muck, and I'd had long discussions with them about the press before. Besides, I was always honest about who I dated, and they were good with that.

"Give us a smile, Mr. Oldman, Mr. Thewlis," the cheeky chap grinned as he snapped shot after shot. "And who is this lovely young lady you have with you?"

"No one you need concern yourself about," Amber replied in a deceptively friendly voice. I could feel her poised, ready to spring, as she held onto my arm.

The photographer glanced up at the door we stood before, and he grinned even more broadly. "Going to have a bit of fun are we?" he asked, "which one of you gents is escorting the lucky lady? Or is it both of you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" David said, taking Amber's free arm, and we left him standing there, mouth agape, quickly entering the shop.

Amber played her part well, cozying up to me in the shop, blatantly rubbing my bum for the benefit of the store clerk, who simple goggled at both David and I. I could swear I heard him mutter to the other clerk, as we roamed the aisles, "Blimey, Isaacs and Rickman were in here just the other day too. Brought a bird with them they did. Must be in the water." I had to refrain from laughing at that, although I must admit my curiousity was more than a little piqued, as I exchanged amused glances with David. Damn, I found it hard to keep from touching that man, when he looked so very good, unconsciously licking his lips when he saw something he liked - which was often, apparently.

A large part of the store was taken up with videos, so of course we had to look at those, and Amber squealed as she made a few selections for us - male/male, of course. Then on to the toys. I was new to this, and of course so was David - and we were both silently grateful for the knowledge which Ams seemed to possess. She picked out some dildos, in varying sizes, as well as flavoured lube, cock rings, and ben wa balls, which I had to assume were designed to be placed into the anus. There was so very much I needed to learn if I was going to be in a relationship with another man - and I had already decided that I wanted that, wanted it very much. Every time I looked at David, my heart beat faster, and my cock was simply aching to touch him. I think the feeling was quite mutual, as every so often we would sandwich Amber between us, and his hand would snake across her front to mine, out of sight, of course, observing all the proprieties - and oh my god I thought I was going to crumble right then and there.

"Darling," Amber called out to me - cheeky little minx had moved into another aisle now, ahead of us, and we hastened to catch up with her, my fingers inadvertently making contact with David's, which sent little electric tingles flowing through me.

"Yes, love?" I asked, wondering what she had found now. She held up a box, on the front of which was a photograph of what appeared to be a plastic blowup doll. Female, at that. Warped sense of humour, I call it. "For me?" I asked, laughing.

"For when I can't be there," she said, with a wink. "Maybe one for me too?" as she pointed to the anatomically correct male version. I almost choked on my laughter, and David was turning red himself. I finally managed to gasp out no thank you, and we hurried to take our purchases to the counter, where one of the clerks rang us out while the other bagged our purchases. The cashier handed me a card, after he had filled in my name. "Here, sir," he said, "our frequent buyers' club. You automatically qualify with your purchase. From now on you'll receive a 10% discount every time you shop here." I thanked him for the card, and we exited the shop, still laughing, only to discover the pesky little paparazzi still outside the shop. He was looking a bit bored, scuffing his trainers against the sidewalk, but he brightened up at our reapparance.

"'Ello, 'ello, find everything you wanted?" he asked, raising his camera to use up more film.

"Living vicariously through us, are you?" David asked, his contempt for the little man visible on his handsome face. "You don't have the nerve to step inside, so you keep watch on others who do? Don't you find that rather pathetic?"

"I'm not that perverted," the photographer protested, and I could see him getting flustered at David's words. "I don't need to go into a sex shop. Got a lovely wife at home, I do..."

"I'm sure you do," Amber chimed in, "and I'm sure she's grateful that she's there and you're here...." I sensed him getting angry, and I saw no sense in drawing this out, so I decided to play peacemaker.

"Come on, why don't we take a nice group shot and call it a night?" I suggested. My eyes were dancing, and David gave me a look as if he sensed that something was up.

"Sure, let's do that," the affronted little man agreed, waiting for us to move into position.

We huddled together, Amber in the middle, but while the camera man fiddled with his equipment, I caught Amber's eye, making a sign to her with one hand, while I then glanced at David. He seemed to read the question in my eyes, and nodded his assent. "Don't take the shot until I count to three, okay?" I said.

"Sure, Mr. Oldman," he agreed amicably. Probably because I was the only one that hadn't said anything nasty to him.

"One," I began, as we apparently sorted outselves out, "two......."and then with one deft movement, I waved Amber aside, she moved backward, out of the picture, David leaned in toward me, and, "three," I said, right before my lips met his, and the flashbulb started popping non-stop to the point where I was beginning to wonder if he had cloned himself. I'm not sure how long we held that kiss, but come up for air we did at last, and I took David' hand in mine, turning toward the paparazzi. "Good enough?" I asked, smiling at him with evident self-satisfaction.

"Oh yes, thank you gentlemen," he said, "can I send you a copy for your own files?"

"Yes, send them to the set, we'll be there," I nodded, as he hastened off - perhaps afraid we would change our minds and come after him, grab the camera and perhaps smash it.

"Well," I said, turning to David, who was smiling as broadly as I was, "looks like we're out, love....."

"Good," he replied, pulling me in for another kiss, "let them eat their hearts out. You're mine now," he almost growled as we wound our arms about each other, losing all sense of time once more until Amber coughed delicately.

"I'm glad you two are out and all, but perhaps you'd like me to take you back to Gary's flat, so you can continue that in comfort?"

Of course we agreed to that immediately.

She dropped us off as quickly as possible, with our bag of toys, and hugs and kisses, and made us promise to call her any time, and could she watch sometime please, to which we swatted her playfully and said she'd have to wait for the porno to come out. "We'll see you tomorrow, love, on the set," I promised her as we waved our last farewell before finding ourselves alone at last.

"Would you like a drink, to relax you a bit?" I suggested, as we carried our purchases into the bedroom.

"Maybe just a little," he said, "do you really think I need relaxing?"

"Well, considering what we are about to do, I think it wouldn't hurt to have your muscles all relaxed," I teased, "I've no desire to hurt you, you know...."

"I know," he said softly, "perhaps we can watch one of the videos while we do that?"

"That sounds like a plan," I said, "why don't you pick one out while I make that drink?"

I busied myself in the kitchen, mixing him a vodka sour - not too strong - didn't want him drunk, after all, just loose. There, just right. By the time I returned to the bedroom, he had things well in hand - a video nasty was in the vcr, and he was laid out upon the bed in all his naked splendour. Oh my, what a sight. I damn near dropped the glass when I saw him, which would have been both messy and potentially painful - not to mention wet.

"Come here," he patted the bed invitingly, pursing his lips at me, which set off definite reactions in my nether area. I quickly shuffled over, setting the drink down on the bedside table. He reached for me, pulled me down for a moist kiss. I felt quite overdressed for the occasion. "Why don't you take your clothes off?" he suggested warmly in my ear, and I hastened to obey, tossing everything casually aside in my eagerness to feel my flesh against his. I rejoined him on the bed, stretching out beside him so that our parts were aligned once more, thigh against thigh, chest against chest, lips pressed tightly together, hands roaming freely. "Much better," he commented softly.

After a few minutes of this, he reached for the remote, and clicked it. Apparently he had started one of the tapes, fastforwarding it to right before an action scene - not that there was a great deal of anything else, such as plot development, or dialogue - heaven forbid. But what we were seeing - well, it was damned enlightening, and very hot..... but after watching for a while I began to lose interest, preferring to practice rather than view. We were cradled together at this point, merely holding one another, as he sipped from the drink, our attention on the video, but I was getting other ideas. I removed my hand from his bum, slapping it lightly.

"Roll over, and get on your hands and knees, facing that way," I motion toward the tv, "you can keep watching if you like..."

"What will you be doing?"

"You'll see,"I replied mysteriously.

He did as I requested, with a bemused glance in my direction, and I waited for him to assume the position, practically salivating at the sight before me. He has a very toned and lovely arse, and to be this close to it was a privilege indeed. Approaching him from behind, I laid soft kisses on his exposed buttocks, placing my hands upon his hips. The way he shivered at my touch told me he was appreciative of it, indeed.

I began to lick his cheeks, my tongue circling his flesh, painting designs on it, equally distributed beween both globes - I wouldn't want one to feel slighted after all. But I had a definite target in mind. I took my fingers and gently stroked the sensitive skin of his perineum, which set him to quivering, and then I ran my tongue over his opening and I could hear his gasp of surprise. I wondered to myself at what sort of relationship he had had that he had never been touched in this way, and then put it all out of my head as I concentrated on this oh so beautiful man beneath my fingertrips as I began to lick and suck at his orifice. My tongue probed his warm velvety interior eagerly - I was surprised at how good it felt, and tasted. I hadn't expected this. I found myself being greatly turned on by what I was doing.

Reaching beneath him, I wrapped my hand about his rockhard cock, as he frantically began to push back against my face. "Damn, Gary, you don't play fair...." he moaned helplessly, writhing at my touch - I knew I must be doing something right, to have him in such a frenzy. I continued to tongue him, using my mouth organ as a mini prick to fuck him, teasing him with it, as if it were the appetizer before the main course. But I knew what he needed, what he wanted - and I certainly intended to give it to him. So reluctantly, I gave over what I was doing, and released his anus from my oral servitude, pushing back and reaching for the bag of delights. I decided that for now we would play with ourselves, without the toys - those could be added later. I simply wanted to feel myself in him, and towards that end I retrieved the jar of cherry lube, and spread some of the thick gel onto my whimpering cock.

He seemed to read my mind, as he whispered, "Just you for right now, Gary, okay?"

I laid a tender kiss upon his bum, even as I replied, "Anything for you, love..."

Rising upon my knees, I took my lube-covered fingers and gently inserted one about halfway - perhaps I was being overly cautious, but I'd rather err on that side than otherwise, I realized. He moaned as his muscles clenched around my digit, but he appeared to be in no pain. "Go ahead," he encouraged me, "more, please..." So I obliged him, until my finger could go no further, encased in the velvety warmth that was David.

On the screen before us the two men were engaged in a similar activity, and I had to smile when I heard David say, "I'm the lucky one here. Those two are clearly actors - and not very good ones at that. You, on the other hand, are simply divine...."

His words spurred me on to add a second finger, scissoring them both within him, as I could feel his muscles begin to relax, as they accustomed themselves to the presence of something inside. I probed his interior, searching for something in particular - I wasn't sure what it felt like, but I knew once I found it I would be able to tell from David's reaction to it. And sure enough, when I did hit it, he jumped, squealing in pleasure. "OHMYDEARGOD!" he cried out, his face reflecting his ecstasy.

"That must be your prostate," I grinned wickedly, as he attempted to start his heart again.

"Gary," he moaned, "don't forget that turnabout is fair play, after all..." And the very thought of that made me shiver with anticipation. And then he said the magic words....."Gary, please fuck me...." and all further thoughts left my mind, as I pulled my fingers from him, and rotated his position so that we were now face-to-face in the infamous missionary position. An oldie but a goodie. I would rather see his handsome face as I fucked his brains out, watch the expressions play across it. And I think that the feeling was quite mutual.

Imitating what I had seen in the video, I took his long legs and set them upon my shoulders, positioning myself between them, as I guided my cock so that it was poised just outside of his entrance, the tip barely touching. We were reaching a point of no return now, I knew, and I wanted him to realize it as well. Almost as if he could read my mind, he whispered, "Please be in me......" and I began to push inside of him.

Making love to a man, filling his channel with your dick, is similar to yet completely different from making love to a woman and filling her tight pussy. David was surprisingly warm, and moist, and tight, and he was heaven on earth and my cock wanted to sing as it began to make its way inside of him. I took it slowly, instinctively allowing him time to adjust to my presence. I saw a small grimace cross his face, and alarmed, I wanted to pull out, but he hastily waved aside my fears. "No, no, it was just for a moment, it's passed now, please don't stop," so I continued, slowly but surely, until I was entirely sheathed within him, and I stopped.

Our eyes were locked, his so bright and blue - and I think that surely our faces were mirror images of what we each felt in the intensity of this very intimate moment. I reached down, he leaned up, our lips met in the middle, and it was as if some indefinable plateau had been reached, we had crossed some invisible boundary, taken our relationship into the next level, with this simple act. I could read the request in his beautiful eyes, which echoed my own wishes, and I began to move, slowly at first, but with growing reassurance, and he began to copy my movements with his own, his hips thrusting up, as I thrust in. Harder now, faster..

I reached between us to take his weeping cock into my grasp, which elicited further moans from him. Wrapping my fingers about him, I began to stroke him in time to the rhythm of my pounding inside of him. If I remembered my terminology correctly, I was now "plowing his ass" - (Ams had mentioned that in passing, as she told us of a marvelous writer of erotica named Bob Vickery, whose website we intended to check out, as well as his books). David looked as if he almost wanted to pass out, his golden eyelashes fluttering as he registered all the sensations which bombarded him. Surely I had died and gone to heaven, with all the exquisite feelings that filtered through me.

David arched his back, his moans of delight growing louder, music to my ears. I never wanted this moment to end, although I knew it would, of course. His cock was pulsating as I pumped him, the precum serving as a natural lubricant. Harder, faster, deeper, I ravaged that glorious ass, our bodies so very much in synch with another, in utter harmony. I sensed that he was close, and I encouraged him, moaning, "David, cum for me, love............cum for Gary......" This was such a surreal feeling, and yet it felt so very natural at the same time.

"Oh yes," he gasped, "yes," as he bucked helplessly into my hand, unable to stop the spillage of his seed even had he wanted to, his body trembling with the violence of his orgasm as it overtook him, overflowing - my hand, his chest, warm, sticky, and the scent of it was driving me mad, remembering the taste of it, the texture of it in my mouth, the texture of his cock - that was enough to push me past my own edge. I thrust into him again, and again, and again, before we were both simply one large cumming machine, one external, one internal, as I filled his tightness with my ejaculate, our bodies vibrating on the same wonderful wavelength. Never had I felt so very alive in my life.

Spent, breathless, I collapsed atop him, careful not to pull out, as he tightened his muscles protectively about me. I made as if to roll off of him, but he would have none of that, holding me close, so instead, I peppered his chest with baby kisses and murmurs and sweet sweet nothings into his warm flesh. And when our eyes met, we were both very very happy...

"You're magnificent," he whispered to me, and I blushed at his praise, even as it warmed the cockles of my heart.

"No," I protested, "you are...." and we both just giggled at that, rather schoolgirlishly, I admit, but so what? We were basking in our afterglow, and nothing existed for us but one another at that moment.

I saw him glance at the clock - I knew it must be late, good thing our call for tomorrow wasn't an early one - and before he could say anything about leaving, I interjected, "Please stay......"

"If you're sure....?"

"Quite sure........" and his lovely smile was my reward as we settled down, coming down from our high. I rolled at last, but I held fast onto him, as now he lay atop me, and he seemed content with this arrangement. "We'll drive in together in the morning, I'll calls Ams, she can pick us both up, and then we'll worry about the rest of it later. That is, assuming you want to stay here with me. Or am I being presumptious?"

"Not at all," he flushed, his eyes glittering brightly, "there's nothing I'd like better than to be here with you. To fall asleep with you at night, get up with you in the morning, and as much time as we can manage the rest of the day."

Contentedly we nestled together, snuggling and cuddling. "Night, David," I murmured, and barely heard his answering, "Night, Gary...." as I began to drift away, into dreamland.....

....when the jarring sound of the phone beside my bed woke me with a start. I reached for the beast, trying not to dislodge David, and barely got the damn thing up to my ear when I heard an all too familiar voice screeching, "GARY OLDMAN, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
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