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Quincy 2 Hook Line and Sinker
Quincy smiled affectionately at the younger man as they re-checked the equipment necessary to go fishing. They would be spending the next couple of days together, camping under the stars at night and fishing in the large tranquil lake by day. Quincy remembered Astin's words. //A couple of days where you and Sam can relax and experience some male bonding, Quincy. It'll benefit you and the department.// As the words replayed in his mind a part of his anatomy with a mind of its own signalled interest in bonding of an entirely different nature. Quincy refocused on the fishing gear to avoid embarrassing himself in front of the handsome dark haired man in his company. The last thing he needed was to ruin a good friendship.
"This is so great, Quince," Sam enthused as he settled in the boat. He turned to smile at the older man who navigated the small motor boat out to the centre of the lake. "Two days of rest and relaxation. No bodies, no hassles and no Astin. Just you and me. Great."
"Glad you're happy, Sam," Quincy replied.
"How could I not be," the younger man said grinning.
Time passed slowly and pleasantly, each man comfortable in the presence of the other, neither feeling it necessary to disturb the peace with empty words. Quincy had been successful with a couple of catches, but Sam was still to land his first fish. A sharp tug on his line had him standing to call excitedly: "I've got one, Quince." He began to reel in, struggling with what appeared to be a large and frantic fish.
Neither man could later say exactly what happened next, only the consequences. One minute Sam was reeling in his catch, the next he was in the lake, Quincy having heard the dull thud as Sam's skull impacted with the hull of the boat. Quincy wasted no time. Although the air temperature was ambient, the lake would be freezing. Sam's life preserver kept him afloat and Quincy moved fast to haul the dazed young man back into the boat. He checked the lump and the dazed eyes as he wrapped a blanket around his soaked friend before setting back to their camp. He assisted Sam from the boat and towards their tent. He felt the uncontrollable shivers. With economy of movement, Quincy stripped the pliant man down to figure-hugging black boxers and then ushered him into the tent and into a sleeping back.
"S... so c...cold, Quincy," Sam managed around chattering teeth. Quincy noted Sam's eyes were still a little glazed and that his friend was shaking badly. Quincy frowned as he contemplated his next move. With a shrug and a look of determination, he unzipped the single bag, zipping it to his to make it double and stripped to his own shorts. He then slid in beside Sam and drew the shivering body to his.
As the minutes passed with only the sounds of Sam's breathing to break the silence, the bone-deep cold he had felt began to ebb. As it did, heat of another nature began to flow in tandem with the slow warming of his body temperature. Sam could smell the clean, male scent of his friend and mentor. Quincy's lightly haired chest pressed against his own smooth body, the hairs feeling strangely arousing against his heating skin. He could feel Quincy's hands move reassuringly against his back, moving in slow circles. He felt safe and comfortable and realized that he had also become aroused. Not wanting Quincy to be embarrassed by his treacherous body, Sam tried to shift. As he did, the hardness between his thighs pressed against an answering bulge at Quincy's groin. As they brushed against each other, Sam gasped and realized he hadn't been listening to Quincy's words.
"Soon be warm, baby. So sorry you got hurt. I'll take care of you, baby."
In his turn, Quincy didn't realize that he soothing litany of reassurances had become peppered with endearments. He was aware that having Sam as good as naked in his arms was causing wayward flesh to begin to react. As he felt Sam shift, Quincy did the same trying to avoid embarrassing his younger friend. As he did, his hardened shaft brushed against a matching hardness and he heard Sam gasp. Quincy allowed them a little space to look at each other, but did not relinquish his hold on the slender body. He gazed steadily into shocked chocolate depths.
"Quincy?" Sam asked shakily.
"Sam," Quincy breathed huskily. He watched with mounting arousal as the tip of a moist pink tongue slipped from between suddenly dry lips. Unable to resist, Quincy moved slowly, giving the young man time to stop him or voice his dissent. Slowly, lightly, Quincy's lips brushed against Sam's and pulled back. Hearing the muted whimper at the loss of the gossamer-light touch, Quincy leant forward again. This time he pressed more firmly, pulling on Sam's lower lip as he broke the kiss.
"You sure you want this, Sam?" he asked roughly. "You want me?"
"Yes," came the whispered reply. "I just never thought ..." the rest of his hesitant words were stopped by Quincy's lips once again covering his. This time a moist muscle lapped at the seam of Sam's lips. Sam moaned softly and as he did, Quincy's tongue slid effortlessly inside. The tongue moved leisurely, mapping every nuance of Sam's mouth. As the kiss ended, Sam panted wetly through kiss-swollen lips. Quincy moved his hands to explore the contours of Sam's smooth chest. He opened the sleeping bags to be able to see the skin he touched. The new found freedom also allowed his mouth to follow the trail of his hands. He suckled at one sweet cinnamon nub whilst his fingers rolled the other pebbled teat. He felt strong hands hold him to Sam's beast as the younger man arched upwards offering more of his body to Quincy's caresses. His mouth slid over smooth skin to suck and nip at the nub that had been bereft of his mouth and Quincy relished the cries of pleasure that spilt from Sam's lips. Soft moans and erotic writhing accompanied Quincy's tongue sailing southerly down smooth, dark skin.
