Hearing Alan Grant's cell phone
trill, Billy Brennan poked his head inside the tent and looked around, trying to
pinpoint where the noise was coming from. Alan had warned him a few weeks
earlier, that if he 'changed the cell phone ringing tone to one of those
ridiculous jingles'...he was fired. Of course, Alan was joking, but Billy had
left well alone, and now, the only person with a 'boring' trill was Alan. He was
also the only person who left his cell anywhere but on his person, hence, the
insistent sound echoing around the tent.
Finally discovering it buried
among the blankets on Alan's bunk, Billy lifted it up, and pressed the button.
"Er, hi, this is Dr Alan
Grant's phone, he's busy at the moment, can I take a message?" Billy asked.
"Oh, yeah," a young
man's voice replied a little unsurely, and breathless with excitement, or
nerves, or *something*, "Could you ask him to call Tim, please?"
Billy felt an uncharacteristic
stab of jealousy as the voice continued.
".....he knows my
Folding the cell phone up, and
placing it in his pocket, he tried not to let the feeling of envy towards a
stranger eat away at him.
It was becoming ridiculous, the
way he was reacting to Alan Grant these days. Their relationship had quickly
developed past student/mentor, or even employer/employee, and they'd become good
friends over this past year.
Alan was everything Billy wanted
to be, and everything Billy 'wanted'. He was only too aware of how familiar he
was becoming with Alan, when he found himself ordering meals for them both, and
organizing 'R & R' for the older man. He was either turning into Alan's
mother, or his spouse.
Billy suppressed a chill of
excitement that coursed through him at that last idea. The only thing he didn't
share with Alan these days, was his bed, and he'd come close to crawling into
that a couple of times, when the need began to outweigh his common sense.
It wasn't even that he thought
Alan would turn him away, he always seemed so comfortable with Billy's
closeness, but he just couldn't take the risk that sex would screw up the best
job, and the best friendship, he'd ever had.
Was it really worth it, just to
get his rocks off? He could go into town, pick up a guy in a bar, and get laid.
No strings, no problems....no morning after.
No love, no tenderness, no real
'William Brennan: Last of the
romantics' it would read on his tombstone, 'Died: Horny as hell.'
When he finally found Alan, the
older man was sitting in a crater, surrounded by students, waxing lyrical about
'vertebrate macroevolution.' Alan Grant never seemed to lose his devotion, and
enthusiasm for his chosen subject, and that was what Billy truly loved about
"Ah, Mr Brennan, just the
man. This young lady was just asking about 'resonance scanners,' and I explained
that anything as modern as that, was your field, not mine." Alan peered up
from the crater, his eyes screwed up tightly, shielding them against the blazing
sun, but still clearly so devastatingly blue.
"Yeah, they don't call him
'dinosaur man' for nothing," Billy teased.
Alan climbed to his feet,
"Well, this 'old dinosaur' will go finish his paperwork, while his 'young
pup' of an assistant, finishes the lecture," he took Billy's outstretched
hand, to help him out of the crater, and winked playfully.
"Hmm, pass the buck time,
huh?" Billy grinned, as Alan pulled himself up, coming to rest close beside
"When they start talking
computers, I leave it to you, you know that."
"Oh, Alan, you had a call. I
heard your cell phone ringing, and answered it, hope you don't mind?"
Shaking his head, Alan said,
"No, not at all. Who was it?"
"He said his name was 'Tim',
and asked if you'd call him?" Billy tried not to grit his teeth as he
delivered the message, but just saying the words made his skin prickle.
Suddenly, Alan's face lit up,
"Tim? I wondered when he'd get off his ass, and call. I'll go call him back
Fishing in his pocket, Billy
pulled out the phone, "Here, I thought I'd better give this to you
personally. You're supposed to keep cell phones with you!"
"Yeah, yeah," Alan
grinned, "What would I do without you, Billy?" He slapped Billy's
shoulder playfully, and headed back for tents.
It had been a hell of a long day.
It wasn't like Billy didn't enjoy the days that he, and Alan had students at the
dig, he did, they were just so demanding sometimes. So full of questions and
wonder, just the way he'd been when he first met the 'legendary Dr Grant.'
Billy lay back on the bunk in his
tent, and smiled to himself. He'd been so in awe of Alan back then, that he'd
been unable to speak. Now of course, he was just in love with him.
Life was funny like that.
He was trying not to think about
the fact that Alan had left the dig site a few hours ago, to visit 'Tim' who was
coming to town. Alan hadn't enlightened him on who 'Tim' was, and he hadn't
asked, so he was quickly formulating his own ideas, which for a man with such a
vivid imagination, wasn't such a good thing.
'Tim' was probably some smooth
skinned young stud, with bulging biceps, and big blue eyes. He most likely had
more inches to his dick, than brain cells in his head, but Billy wasn't
*jealous*, oh no.
No...Alan would choose brains
over brawn any day. He liked Billy because he was smart, not because he was hung
like a horse.
'Billy Brennan, you're now so
paranoid, that you are getting hung up on *penis* size for God's sake.' Billy
groaned to himself, 'Get a grip! You don't even know who Tim is? *Or* how big
his penis is?' the voice of reason in his head argued.
Billy shook his head to clear
away the vision of a Renaissance god with a dick you needed a heavy load license
for, and tried to regain his slender grip on reality.
Taking a final look in the
mirror, Billy ran his fingers through his hair one last time. He hated the way
it curled up in the heat; it made him look like a Cupie doll. Not to mention the
fact that the sun was bleaching blonde highlights into it, which might be
terribly fashionable, but it made him look so damned *young*.
He checked out the figure looking
back at him. Slim, but with just enough muscle to not classify as 'skinny', not
overly tall, but definitely not 'short,' okay looking, in a geeky kinda way, and
currently looking like he urgently needed sex.
At that thought, Billy began to
laugh at himself. See, he didn't look so scary when he smiled, maybe he should
do it more often?
He smiled a lot when Alan was
around......oh get a *life*.
Billy tugged his black tee shirt
down, tucking the stray ends into his jeans, and slipped his leather jacket on.
He was *not* going to think about
Alan again tonight. He was going into town, find a nice guy, take him to a hotel
room, and fuck him senseless.
Despite the daytime temperatures,
which regularly soared into the hundreds, the evening air was cool enough to be
considered chilly. Billy pulled his jacket around him as he slid out of the
truck, taking a moment to look around.
These were the times that he
missed the city, and the relative anonymity it allowed. As meeting places went,
Rochester was a bit of a 'one horse town,' and even that horse wasn't a decent
He headed over to the only bar
where men who weren't looking to find a pretty girl, hung out. You didn't
exactly use the word 'gay' in this place, but everyone knew that 'Mario's'
catered for gay, and bisexual men.
Now he was here, Billy was having
second thoughts. It wasn't the first time he'd frequented Mario's, but the
appeal of random sex was becoming less, and less appealing, as his obsession
with Alan grew.
He wanted more, he wanted a
'relationship'. There had been a time when Billy had sneered at a friend for
saying that, insisting that 'relationship' was just sex, but having to
constantly say 'sorry' afterwards.
He was a jerk then, he was a jerk
Wasn't it amazing how some things
never changed? Billy Brennan: The universal constant.
Swallowing his second beer, Billy
made a mental note not to order another. He was driving back to the dig site
tonight, and he couldn't afford to get picked up for drunk driving, or Alan
would kick his ass from here to Vegas, and back.
He glanced out the corner of his
eye; the young blonde guy who'd made a play for him the minute he'd walked in,
was still watching him. He couldn't believe that it was his own voice, when he'd
heard himself say 'no thanks'. He came here to get laid, and he was already
turning guys down.
Looking around, Billy noted a
slightly older guy watching him from across the bar. Maybe thirty five to forty
years old, he was tanned, and ruggedly good- looking. He looked like he worked
out of doors, maybe a construction worker, because he was nicely muscled for his
The man smiled as their eyes met,
and Billy returned the smile weakly. A part of him was still crying out, 'don't
rush into anything, wait and see...' but wait for what, for someone who looks
more like Alan Grant to walk in the door?
Suddenly, the man was gone from
his seat, and Billy hadn't even noticed him leave.
'Shit!' he thought to himself,
'Oh well, maybe next time.'
Peering into his almost empty
glass, Billy began to wish he hadn't bothered this evening. He wouldn't be
feeling so troubled if he'd just stayed back at the site, and jerked off in the
shower, the way he usually did.
At that moment, someone sat down
next to him.
"Hi," a deep, sultry
Slightly startled, Billy jumped,
and found himself looking into the face of the guy from across the bar.
"Sorry, didn't mean to make
you jump. I'm Daniel." The man held out his hand, and slightly reluctantly,
Billy shook it.
"Billy," he said at
"You looked a little lonely,
Billy. I hope you don't mind me coming over here?" Daniel moved in close,
resting his elbow on the bar, and looking Billy squarely in the eyes.
"No, that's okay,"
Billy shifted slightly restlessly, his inner demons still warring with his
"No, thanks. I'm driving,
I've had all I can afford to tonight," Billy shot the man an apologetic
"I'm staying in town, you
want to come back to my place for coffee?" Daniel asked hotly, his fingers
skimming Billy's arm.
Taking a deep breath, Billy
swallowed his last mouthful of beer, "Yeah, sure...why not?" he
replied through a tight throat. He kept telling himself that he came here to get
picked up, so what was the big deal?
"Great! I just need to use
the bathroom, then I'll be with you, okay?" Daniel stood up, and briefly
brushed Billy's cheek with his thumb.
As he watched the guy walk away,
Billy felt a chill run down his spine. Was it the anticipation of sex, or was it
something else? Why did he feel so... guilty?
It wasn't like he was *cheating*
At that moment, he felt a hand on
his shoulder. Turning, he came face to face with....Alan.
"Alan, what are you doing
here?" he gasped.
Sitting down on the recently
vacated stool, Alan smiled, "I was just heading back to the site, and I saw
your truck parked across the way. I guessed you'd be in here."
"Oh yeah, why here?"
Billy laughed a little nervously.
"Because this is where all
the good looking young guys go on a Friday night," Alan replied with a soft
"Nothing, just that you're a
good looking young guy, and it's Friday night, it didn't take many I.Q points to
work out where you were. You okay, Billy?" Alan frowned at the younger
man's unusually defensive attitude.
"Yeah, I'm fine. How was
*Tim*?" Billy tried hard not to spit out the name, but the alcohol had
broken down his defenses, and he was beginning to allow the jealousy to bubble
up inside of him.
"He was fine. Look, Billy,
I'm sorry I interrupted you on your night out, I didn't think. I'll be on my
way, see you tomorrow."
As Alan climbed to his feet, and
walked away, Billy lunged out, and grabbed his arm, "Alan, I'm sorry.
Please don't go!" he pleaded.
Clapping his hand on Billy's
shoulder, Alan smiled, "It's okay, Billy, you have a good time, and I'll
catch up with you tomorrow."
"No, Alan, really. I don't
want you to leave..."
Suddenly, there was someone
standing beside Billy.
"You ready to leave?"
Daniel asked, pointedly glaring at both men.
"Is this old guy bothering
you?" Daniel eyed Alan coldly, and tried to step between him, and Billy.
"No, 'this old guy' isn't
bothering him," Alan suddenly shot back a little angrily, "Who the
hell are you?"
"Who the hell are
*you*?" Daniel squared up to Alan, and they soon found themselves face to
"Oh no, wait....oh
god," Billy put a hand on both men, "Please, erm....Daniel, this is my
friend...Alan, this is...er..."
Alan glared at Daniel, then back
to Billy, "This is?" he asked finally, eyeing Billy coldly.
"The guy he's going home
with," Daniel answered.
Billy's face flushed hotly,
"Oh fuck," he mumbled under his breath.
"Oh really?" Alan
bristled, "Who decided that, you or him?"
Feeling true panic setting in,
Billy tried to pull Alan away, "Daniel, forget it, okay? Alan, let's go
home, huh?" he pleaded.
"Home? You live with this
guy?" Daniel snarled, outraged at being shoved aside for a man probably ten
years his senior, "What, is
Friday night your 'fucking around' night?"
"You don't understand!"
"No, I fucking don't,"
Daniel poked Billy with his finger sharply, "You come in here, looking to
get laid. Fuck with guys all night, wiggling your ass in their faces, then you
get all virginal when your sugar daddy shows up to take you home!"
Suddenly, Daniel was flung
backwards, hitting the bar with a thud, before sliding to the floor. Billy
looked on in amazement as Alan rubbed his fist.
"You should mind your
manners." Alan growled down at the dazed younger man, "Come on
Billy," he grabbed Billy's arm, steering him out of the bar, into the
"God damnit, I'd forgotten
how much that *hurt*," he hissed when eventually they cleared the noise,
and confusion of the bar. He forced his throbbing hand under his arm until the
"A...re you hurt?"
Billy asked weakly.
"I'm okay. Are you going
back to the site, or staying in town?"
"Fine," Alan didn't
look at Billy. "I'll see you back there."
"Alan?" Billy pleaded,
as the older man walked away towards his car, but Alan didn't answer.
Feeling more desperate, and more
despondent than he ever had, Billy stumbled back to his truck. Pulling out
blindly, he followed Alan's taillights all the way back to the site, dreading
the moment that they arrived.
What had he done? Other than act
like a complete jerk, of course.
Mixed emotions wrestled in his
belly as the dig site lights came into view. It felt good to be away from the
town, but now he had to face Alan alone.
It was Friday night, and all
other personnel had left for the weekend, so at least there wouldn't be anyone
to hear the fight.
Alan parked in his usual place,
taking his bag from the trunk, and slipping into his tent.
Knowing that he couldn't leave
things this way, Billy decided to face the music now, rather than let it gather
resentment all night. He also still had a little Dutch courage in his system; by
morning he'd be stone cold sober, and feeling even worse.
"Alan, can I come in?"
he called from outside the tent.
"What is it, Billy, I'm
"I need to explain about
what just happened."
The flap of the tent opened, and
Alan looked out. "Billy, you don't have to explain *anything* to me. I'm
not your father, I don't control your actions."
"Please, Alan?" the
upset in Billy's voice was evident, and Alan held the tent open, gesturing for
him to enter.
"Want some coffee?"
"Sit down Billy."
"I'm so sorry,
Alan Grant held up his hand,
stopping the words tumbling from Billy's lips, "If this is just going to be
endless apologies, save your breath. I told you, you don't have to apologize to
me for anything you do in your private life."
Handing the younger man a cup of
microwaved coffee, Alan sat down. He shrugged his shoulders, and listened.
"I'm sorry about my reaction
in that bar, when you mentioned 'Tim'," Billy couldn't look Alan in the
eyes as he spoke, so he stared at the steaming coffee. "I was just being a
jerk, I....I..." he took a breath, maybe it was time for the truth? "I
"Jealous?" Alan gasped,
"Of 'Tim' spending time with
"Because I'm an idiot?"
Billy offered with a half smile.
"Yes, you are." Alan
waited for the startled reaction from Billy before continuing, "Do you know
who 'Tim' is?"
Sipping his coffee, Billy shook
his head, "No, I guess I just used my imagination," he laughed coldly,
"Which was half the problem."
"Good God, Billy. 'Tim' is
Timmy Murphy, John Hammond's grandson. You know, the same boy that I survived
'Jurassic Park' with? We've stayed in touch ever since then, and he just got
accepted into Harvard a year early. He called to let me know, so that we could
celebrate together. He's like a ...son to me, and I was thrilled for him."
"Oh shit," Billy
covered his face with his hand, hoping that the heat radiating from it wouldn't
ignite the tent.
"If you'd just asked, I'd
have told you who he was."
"It was none of my
"Then why are you so
"I.." Billy so badly
wanted to tell Alan the truth, but the words caught in his throat, "I
thought maybe you were looking for a new assistant?" he tried to joke.
"Why would I need one? I
have you, and you're the best there is."
more embarrassed by the second, Billy decided that he needed to clear things up
about the other little matter. "About the bar..."
"I went there looking for a
little company, because I was feeling sorry for myself."
"And you unearthed that
Neanderthal? Congratulation Billy, that just proves what an excellent
paleontologist you are."
Looking up, Billy noticed that
Alan was smiling. "You're not upset that I was considering going home with
The bottom dropped out of Billy's
world, and left him dangling over a chasm. "Well...uh...yeah," he
"I have to say this, Billy,
you could have done a lot better than him. There was a nice looking young blonde
guy in the corner who I'm sure was more than interested."
"How long have you
known?" Billy asked.
"You mean it was ever a
secret?" Alan replied with a soft smile.
"Well...yeah, I guess
"Oh. Shall we start this
conversation again, and I can pretend to be surprised?"
Draining his coffee cup, Billy
placed it down with a shaking hand. "This doesn't bother you? It doesn't
"Once a dinosaur that should
have been extinct for three million years, has almost eaten you, nothing shocks
"Oh really?" Billy said
with growing amazement, "How about 'I'm in love with you, and I went to
that bar tonight to get laid by some stranger, even though I'd be thinking of
you.' Does that shock you?"
A wide smile spread across Alan's
face, "No. I know you're in love with me. I knew you had a crush when I
hired you, but I thought it would pass once you found out what a grumpy, mean
tempered, son-of-a-bitch I was," he laughed.
Now stunned beyond reason, Billy
simply stared, "It didn't pass," he muttered absently.
"How...erm, how do you feel
about it?" Billy asked, needing to know.
"But not interested?"
"You said that, not
me," Alan smiled.
"You mean you *are*
interested?" Billy managed to choke out the words.
"What exactly are you asking
me, Billy? Are you propositioning me?" the older man teased.
"Stop playing with me, Alan,
"Okay, yes I'm interested,
if that's what you want. I wasn't prepared to proposition a student, then an
assistant, who *might* feel obliged to say 'yes' just to keep his job,"
Alan's face was now deadly serious, "No matter how lovely he was." His
voice softened, and he suddenly couldn't meet Billy's eyes.
"You think I'm
'lovely'?" Billy gasped the words out loud before he'd realized it.
"Oh yes," Alan drank
the last of his coffee, and deliberately looked away. "So you see, you
weren't the only one suffering from the green eyed monster this evening."
"I know, it's very juvenile,
but I really *enjoyed* hitting that man. I've never been the violent type, but I
wanted to *hurt* him, when I thought about him touching you."
"Shit, really?" Billy
could no longer hold the grin that was spreading across his face.
"Stop grinning at once, Mr
Brennan. It's not funny, in fact it's very childish." Alan found himself
"It's kinda sexy,
actually," Billy growled, "You were ready to 'fight for me,' that's
seriously hot stuff."
"It's seriously stupid, my
hand hurts like *hell*." Alan lifted his hand, and for the first time,
Billy noticed that the fingers were swelling, and the knuckles were still
"Holy shit, Alan, let me put
something on that?" Billy slipped from the tent, and headed over to the
trailer. Once he'd grabbed the med kit, he went back to Alan's tent, to find the
older man swallowing another cup of coffee.
Kneeling down in front of Alan,
Billy proceeded to swab and clean the knuckles, before carefully dressing them.
He'd picked up an ice pack from the fridge, and he gently placed it on Alan's
hand, before settling a kiss on the back of the bruised limb.
"I'm sorry you got
hurt," he whispered, "That was the last thing I wanted."
Alan reached out with his good
hand, and cupped Billy's face tenderly, "Maybe it was for the best. If I
hadn't, we might not be having this conversation, and I might not be about to
Shivering with anticipation,
Billy leaned in, and touched his lips to Alan's. They tasted of coffee, mingled
with the scent, and taste, of wine that he must have had with Tim. Alan's cheeks
were rough on Billy's face, and the sensation of his tongue, sliding over
Billy's lips, made the younger man hungry in all kinds of wonderful ways.
With one hand, Alan pulled Billy
close, forcing their bodies together.
Billy's blood turned to warm
honey as the heat of the kiss reduced him to a rag doll.
"No one is due back into
camp tonight, right?" he asked slightly breathlessly, as they broke the
"Not that I know of."
"Good," Billy's fingers
began to fumble with Alan's shirt buttons.
One by one the buttons fell open,
unwrapping a tanned chest, peppered with hair. Billy pushed open the shirt, and
softly kissed Alan's breastbone, letting his lips linger at the hollow of Alan's
"Oh Billy," Alan's
voice was just a whisper, as he slid his fingers through Billy's curly hair
Still laving Alan's throat with
his tongue, Billy began to fumble with the older man's belt, letting it fall
open, lowering the zipper on the khaki pants slowly.
Unable to restrain his eagerness
a moment longer, Billy slipped his hand inside. Hard flesh pulsated against his
fingers. Warm, wetness already pooling at the head, Alan's cock strained against
the cloth restraints, desperate to be released.
Billy pulled back; his breath was
rasping in his throat, and he was trembling. Alan smiled at him, silently giving
him permission to continue, and suddenly his knees felt weak.
undressed...." he mumbled.
Alan nodded, shaking the shirt
from his shoulders, and standing, to allow his pants to fall to the ground.
Hooking his thumb under the waistband of his boxers, he quickly slid them off,
and tossed them aside, leaving him naked in the dim light.
Distracted, Billy struggled with
his own zipper, trying to concentrate on simple things like breathing, and how
to stand up.
Everything was happening so
quickly. It was like being on a carousel, getting dizzier by the moment, but
unable, and unwilling to get off.
Alan began to laugh, as Billy
hopped, trying to shake the tight jeans from his feet.
"Here, let me help," he
offered, sliding his hands down Billy's legs, and pulling the denim off each
foot, before letting his fingers slowly slide back up, until they caressed a
soft, downy thigh.
Pausing for a moment, Alan placed
a few random kisses on Billy's inner thighs, letting his face brush against
Billy's cock, but giving it no special attention.....just yet.
He closed his eyes, savoring the
smell and taste of the younger man's skin. Blindly, he kissed his way up Billy's
stomach, across his chest, reveling in the hair, brushing against his face.
Teasing a nipple with a delicate bite, he moved on, tasting the skin of Billy's
throat, tracing a delicate jaw line until at last, he arrived back at the
Billy's partially opened lips.
"You okay?" he asked
Billy nodded, and reached for the
discarded jeans. Fishing his hand into the pocket he pulled out a condom, and
smiled. Tentatively, he rolled it around in his fingers, not quite sure what to
say, knowing that his cheeks were flushing wildly.
"You okay with this?"
he asked finally.
"Fine," Alan smiled, as
he pulled Billy into his arms, and kissed him again. This time the kiss was
hard, and passionate. The tentative softness had been replaced by a needy
They stumbled back onto the bed,
landing with an 'oof' and a chuckle. Bodies already slick with sweat, hands
slipping across damp skin, mouths tasting, licking, *biting*.
This wasn't destined to be a
quiet, romantic interlude; both men had waited too long for this moment.
Emotions were raw, as the lust outweighed the tenderness this time.
Billy turned onto his stomach,
raising his ass slightly, surrendering to Alan in a show of trust that made the
older man's heart miss a beat. Slightly nervously, Alan began placing kisses
down Billy's back, starting at the shoulders, sliding down the gentle curve of
his spine, spreading out across the muscular roundness of his upturned ass.
Closing his eyes, Billy tried to
block out everything but Alan's touch. The sensual assault of Alan's fingers was
as much as he could handle right now. He didn't want to come too soon; he'd
waited so long for this moment.
When Alan's tongue invaded the
crack in Billy's cheeks, the breath was forced from Billy's lungs, and he
gasped. Involuntarily, he gripped the crumpled bed-sheet, needing something to
cling onto, hoping that his heart wouldn't beat its way out of his chest.
"Oh my God, Billy,"
Alan panted suddenly, "You are so beautiful..."
Billy shuddered. He couldn't
believe that *he* was doing this to Alan Grant, making him breathless with
desire. That it was Alan's hands, the same hands that so tenderly unearthed
fossilized bones, mapping his skin, touching him, sliding between his legs....
"I...if you're trying to
kill me, let me say...you're succeeding!" Billy choked out the words.
Alan's laugh sent shock waves
through Billy's body, making him whimper with pleasure.
Deciding that Billy was ready,
Alan began to use his fingers. He slid them gently inside, pausing when Billy
tensed, waiting for him to relax again before carefully stretching and preparing
him. Neither man wanted to rush things, they so badly wanted to savor each
other, but nature was ahead of them; taking their time wasn't an option right
At last, Alan slid his cock
inside slowly. He rocked his hips, gently at first, while he still had at least
a slender grip on his need, but the deep, resonating groans from Billy quickly
shattered his resolve to take his time. Alan began to thrust harder, elevating
himself slightly so that he hit Billy's prostate with each stroke.
Billy arched back into Alan's
chest, trying to drive him deeper inside. Words tumbled from his lips, pleading,
Alan's hand snaked around Billy's
hip, fumbling for the hot, heavy cock beneath. As his fingers met the heated
flesh, sliding several times along its length, Billy cried out, pumping into
Alan's hand. Almost reaching his own limit, Alan began to thrust harder. The
thrill of having Billy come in his hand, tipped him over the edge, and he came
with a shout, his body rocked by the sheer intensity of the orgasm.
Slumped together in a sticky
heap, they attempted to find a comfortable position, which required little
movement, or the unnecessary parting of hot bodies. Billy eventually settled
down against Alan's chest, half heartedly wiping himself clean with his hastily
abandoned tee shirt, and began to let sleep overtake him.
"Alan?" he mumbled,
almost lost in his delirious post orgasmic haze.
Alan Grant opened his eyes,
glancing down at the dozing form lying across his body. "Mmmm?" he