Solace of Suffering
by Cleo Astor
Category/Rating: Slash/NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this story belong to FOX. I am
using them for my own sick pleasure.
Spoilers: None
Warning: This contains m/m sex. Deal with it.

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He sat at the crowded bar, his half-empty tumbler resting in the
fingers of his left hand while his mind was trying desperately to lose
itself in a state of intoxication. He was almost there too. A few more
shots of brandy should do it and he'd be well on his way to crashing
onto the floor of his apartment and waking up in a fetal position in
front of his door with his cat licking his nose the next morning. This
appealed to him greatly. When he was drunk he forgot all his worries.
But better still, he wasn't worried about his worries and this pleased
him immensely.

He held out his shaky hand and motioned for another drink. The
bartender, a man who had obviously had his share of problems in life
too by the way his brow wrinkled when he thought and by the lines
around his weary eyes, didn't bother to hesitate in refilling
Pendrell's glass. Pendrell nodded graciously and the bartender nodded
back. As he nodded, his head swam and Pendrell realized he was closer
to passing out than he had thought.

With a quick tilt of his head, the amber contents slid down his throat
and into his stomach, the glass once again empty. He didn't ask for
another drink. Instead, he slowly rose to his feet, his legs unsteady
under him, and he pushed his way through the swarm of bodies towards
the restroom. It seemed to take forever for him to reach the brown
door marked "Men", the warm press of the people in his way making his
progress unbearably slow.

He reached the door with a grateful sigh and pushed it open with his
slumped shoulders. The brighter light in this room made him blind for
a moment and he paused before walking in and letting the door swing
close behind him. He looked about him and saw the sinks to his left,
the white porcelain a dim shade of gray from the residue that covered
them. To his right were five stalls, each painted a stomach churning
yellow. He stumbled into the one nearest to him and closed the booth
door. The yellow walls had various obscenities written on them, most
of them having to do with women to call who would, according to what
was written, give you a blow-job for free.

Pendrell snickered at the writing as he fumbled with his belt buckle
and dropped his pants around his ankles. Leaning his head against the
wall behind the toilet, he urinated in a hard steady stream into the
bowl. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cool wall
pressed against his aching head.

After he finished relieving himself, he paused for a second and placed
his palms against the wall. The yellow walls were making him nauseous
and he shut his eyes tighter while he pulled his pants back up.
Steadying himself with one arm against the stall wall, he pushed down
the toilet handle and watched mildly amused as the yellow water
swirled in a loud flush down the drain and then disappeared. He then
turned around a little too fast and his head swam with dizziness. God,
he wished he would just pass out.

He stood rooted to the spot for a moment while he let his brain slosh
back into place. He read a few more of the messages scrawled onto the
door before unlocking it and stepping out. He walked with a stagger to
the nearest sink and turned on the cold water. A heavy wave of nausea
struck him and he was sure he was going to vomit. He fought this
feeling down the best he could and cupped his hands under the
streaming water, splashing handfuls of it on his feverish face.

Jesus, he felt like shit. Why did he do this to himself? If he wanted
to pass out so badly, why didn't he just take some pills? He had
access to more than an ample surplus of them at the lab where he
worked. It would be a lot easier to do and probably more pleasant than
getting drunk and then having to deal with the hangover the next day.

But he knew why he did it this way. Drinking himself into a sleep was
more gratifying than taking pills could ever be. Pills were so
impersonal, dissolving in the stomach acid and quickly getting to
work, the brain having no power against them and having to give up
virtually without a fight into a deep slumber. Drinks, on the other
hand, invaded the stomach and the mind retaliated. It was this
constant battle against his own mind to pass out that pleased
Pendrell. He wanted to pass out. His brain didn't. But winning against
his own brain made him feel successful, the black out a little more
pleasurable because of the fact that he had won.

Taking another handful of water, he poured it over his head and felt
it drip down his neck into his shirt. He placed his head in both of
his hands, resting his elbows on the dirty sink, and slowly slid his
fingers up to his scalp, massaging the water into his hair. Another
wave of nausea struck him and he again fought against it. He wasn't
about to throw up some twenty dollars worth of drinks.

He reached for another handful of water but became unsteady as his
knees began to give out. He made the mistake of looking up too quickly
and the room suddenly tilted right then left.

"Oh, god," he mumbled as he collapsed to his knees on the linoleum.

After pausing for a few moments, Pendrell leaned slightly forward and
put his hands on each side of the sink, gripping it tightly and
resting his head against the middle of the basin. He shut is eyes and
tried to remain absolutely still. It was moments like these that he
began to rethink his entire theory on why drinking was such a great
idea.

He heard a shuffle to his left but didn't bother to turn his head.
Even if he wanted to see who had just entered the restroom, which he
didn't, it would have been next to impossible without passing out.
Then, after reevaluating why he shouldn't turn his head to see who had
entered the room, he realized that his brain was one up on him, again,
by trying to prevent him from passing out, and to even the score, he
turned his head quickly to the left. He swayed as he did so and his
hands lost their hold on the sink. He would have fallen completely
over onto the toilet paper strewn floor had a helpful hand not rushed
forward and caught him, steadying his body upright.

For just a brief second, he opened his eyes and looked to the left.
The person who had come in wasn't there anymore and he figured that
whoever it was who had come in was now the one who was holding him up.

Christ. What a fucked up life he had. Here he was, sitting on a dirty
restroom floor on Saturday night, drunk as all get out, and being kept
from falling flat on his face by a complete stranger. Sounded like a
movie of the week to him.

"You okay, buddy?" Asked the voice in back of him.

Buddy? *Buddy*? He wasn't his buddy. Just because the guy behind him
was holding him up didn't give him the right to call him *buddy*.
Then, he realized that anybody who would hold up a drunken stranger in
a foul restroom at a sleazy bar on the outskirts of Washington DC
might just have the right to call him *buddy*.

Pendrell mumbled something that didn't make any sense to him so he
doubted very highly that it made any sense to the other man.

"You need some help?" Asked the man.

Pendrell slumped slightly forward and the hands that held him upright
increased their pressure to help him from falling face-first into the
sink.

"Come on, let's get you out of here," the man said with a reassuring
and helpful tone.

Pendrell didn't object. He knew he wasn't going to be able to get out
of there on his own so it was just as well that this guy was willing
to drag a drunk man out of the bathroom. The man bent down next to him
and lifted Pendrell's left arm over his shoulder. He wrapped his other
arm around his waist as Pendrell sat completely dependent.

"You ready?" He asked.

Pendrell gave a weak nod.

"Okay. Up we go," the man said as he slowly and carefully lifted
Pendrell to his feet. Pendrell hung on him limply. Unable to stand for
himself, the man had to completely support Pendrell.

They walked slowly to the brown door and then paused while the man
adjusted Pendrell's weight against him. Pushing the door open with his
back, he lead them out of the restroom and back into the sweaty crowd
who hardly took any note of the helpless drunk man being escorted out.

"Sit right here, okay?" The man said as he helped Pendrell into a
corner chair away from the loud crowd and the pounding music. "I'll be
right back, okay?"

Pendrell didn't reply and the man wasn't even sure if he had even
heard him.

The man walked over to the bar and left Pendrell sitting dazed in a
claustrophobic corner. He watched with half-open eyes at the restless
young crowd on the dance floor, dozens of them moving in time to the
music. Others sat at tables quite, sipping their drinks or just making
out. He closed his eyes again and wished he was curled up in front of
his door asleep.

The man came back to the table and sat down across from him, placing a
Styrofoam cup in front of Pendrell.

"Do you like cream and sugar?" He asked.

Jesus. Pendrell opened his eyes slowly and peered at the cup in front
of him.

"I don't want any coffee," he replied.

The man snickered. "The bartender had the cup all ready made for you
when I went up to ask for some. According to him, you've had enough
liquor for two men. Drink the coffee."

Pendrell rested his head against the wall behind him. He could feel
the vibrations of the music through the wall and down to his feet on
te floor. The reverberations sickened him and again he wished he would
just pass out.

"Drink *some* of it at least," the man pleaded.

Christ. He didn't have the strength to argue so he picked up the cup
with a feeble snatch and began to nurse it. As soon as the bitter
sting of the coffee hit his tongue he immediately wished that he had
refused it. Some things just don't go well together and brandy and
coffee happen to be two of those things.

"Did you drive here?" Asked the man.

Pendrell rolled his eyes up from the coffee and to the man sitting in
front of him. This was the first time he had even looked at the guy
who had dragged him out of the men's room. From what he could make out
in the poor, smoky light, he was about the same age as Pendrell with
neatly cropped brown hair and green eyes. They might have been blue
but he didn't really care about details at the moment. He had a
well-defined bone structure in his face and Pendrell's always
scientific mind mused that he was probably only second or third
generation over in America from Europe somewhere. He wore a green
flannel shirt and dark blue jeans.

"Did you drive here?" Asked the man again.

"No," mumbled Pendrell. "I took a cab."

"Did you come with someone? Is there someone who can take you home?"

Pendrell sneered at the question. If he had come with someone, was it
at all likely that he'd be drinking himself into a pathetically loaded
state? "No."

"So, you don't have a way to get home?"

Pendrell took another sip of the coffee and closed his eyes. He didn't
want to answer any questions. He just wanted to sleep. And by the way
he was feeling, he wasn't far from reaching that goal.

The brown-haired man sighed and stood up, leaving Pendrell alone once
again. Pendrell didn't bother to open his eyes to see where he went.
Frankly, he didn't care. He pushed the cup of coffee off to the side
and rested his head on the table.

A few minutes later, the man returned to the table and helped Pendrell
up.

"I called a cab, there was one right in the area so it should be here
any minute. Do you have any money?"

Pendrell's head hung limply as he was helped up and he laughed. It
might have been the alcohol or just the question itself, but the very
idea of him as having money seemed funny to him. The man didn't bother
to ask what he found so amusing, he figured that it wasn't worth
finding out.

"Is that a no?" He asked.

Pendrell smiled and nodded his head. "I spent it all on the drinks."

The man shook his head. "Waste of perfectly good money, you know.
You'll be pissing it out all night long and what will you have to show
for it?"

"One hell of a well-earned hangover," Pendrell replied sarcastically
as the man pushed open the outside door and the cool night air hit
Pendrell head-on.

"Where do you live?" He asked him.

Pendrell's mind was getting foggy as the fresh air filled his senses.
The sweat on his face was rapidly evaporating and his head was
suddenly cold as the night air met with the damp hair that he had
saturated with water earlier.

"Here comes the cab," the man informed his dazed companion.

The cab pulled up to the curb with a screech of the brakes and the
driver waited patiently as Pendrell was helped in.

"Where to?" The driver asked.

The man on the curb frowned as he looked from the driver to the sleepy
drunk in the back-seat. "Hell if I know," he replied after a moment's
hesitation and then opened the door again and got in himself. "Just
start driving. I'll tell you in a minute."

The driver didn't need to be persuaded as he clicked off the glowing
'TAXI' on the roof of his cab and started the meter.

The man nudged Pendrell but he was heavy with sleep and wasn't
talking. He sighed.

"Yeah, this is how I wanted to spend my Saturday night," he mumbled
under his breath. "Why do I do these things? I could have just left
him sitting there on the floor in the restroom but did I? No. I have
to be the good Samaritan."

The man dug into Pendrell's back pocket and fished out his wallet.
Opening up, he searched through the various credit cards until he came
across his driver's license. He studied it over for a moment and then
handed it to the driver. "That's where he lives," he told him. The
driver took the card, glanced over it, nodded, and then handed it back
to the man who then stuffed it back into the wallet and returned it to
the pocket.

The driver stopped in front of a tall apartment building several
minutes later and shut off the meter. "This is the place," he huffed.
"That's $7.50."

The man glanced at Pendrell, rolled his eyes, and then dug out his own
wallet. He handed the driver a ten dollar bill and told him to keep
the change. Then he opened the door and with one arm around Pendrell's
waist, hauled him out of the back seat.

"Do you want me to wait?" The driver asked.

The man glanced at the building in front of them and then down the
road. "No thanks," he answered. "The shuttle's just a block down that
way. I can take that virtually to my front door."

The driver nodded and gave a wave goodbye, leaving the man bearing the
weight of the passed-out stranger alone in a green courtyard. He
walked with Pendrell under arm to the main door. He tried to pulled it
open but it was locked. Sighing, he set Pendrell down on a planter and
dug through his pockets again until he found a set of keys. He tried
four different ones until the door opened on the fifth. With a tired
heave, he helped Pendrell back to his feet and walked into the empty
lobby.

"Which floor do you live on?" The man asked.

Pendrell opened his eyes and glanced about himself. "Where are we?"

"We're at your apartment building. Which floor do you live on?" The
man asked again as he pressed the elevator button.

Pendrell was silent for a moment while he tried to recall. "The 3rd,"
he said finally.

"Okay, good. Making progress," the man replied as he helped Pendrell
into the elevator and pressed the button for the 3rd floor.

A moment later the doors of the elevator slid open with a distant ding
and the two men stepped out onto the floor.

"Oh, great," the man muttered to himself as he looked down the
corridor. "How many freaking apartments are there on this floor?"

Pendrell looked down the hall for himself and for the first time since
moving into the building he realized that the hallway was especially
long and that there were a lot of doors.

"Which one is yours?" The man asked him.

"307," he answered.

The man nodded and turned left. "301, 303," he mumbled as they passed
each odd-numbered door. "305, and here it is, 307. We're here, buddy."

Pendrell smiled. Thank god. That meant he could curl up in a ball and
fall asleep on the floor. The man steadied Pendrell against the wall
and fumbled through the keys until he found the one marked with the
apartment numbers. He jammed it into the lock and flung the door open.
He gently grabbed Pendrell around his waist again and walked through
the darkened foyer. With his left hand, the man searched the wall for
a light switch. Upon finding the switch, he flicked it on and a lamp
on a table against that wall illuminated. He pulled the keys out of
the door knob and set them on the table next to the lamp.

A small black cat padded slowly into the room from the kitchen,
noticed that his owner was drunk again, and turned away almost
disgusted. The man couldn't help but notice how the cat seemed to be
fed up with Pendrell's state and he wondered to himself just exactly
how many times the ginger-haired man went out and got himself drunk.
Turning his attention back to Pendrell, he slowly helped him off with
his coat.

"Listen," Pendrell said. "Thanks a lot for helping me home. I don't
know how I would have gotten here without your help."

The man hung Pendrell's coat up on the brass coat rack and scowled.
"You drink too much," he informed him. "It's not healthy for you."

Pendrell shook his head and smiled. "No one cares about my health."

"Well, your cat seemed pretty pissed."

Pendrell laughed. "I'm not married to the damn cat. Let him be pissed.
As long as I feed him he should be happy. Ungrateful--"

Pendrell stopped in mid-sentence as his head, which had stopped
spinning for a few moments, abruptly decided to start spinning again
and he swayed forward. His knees, deciding that they were siding with
his cat on this one and that they were pissed at him too, gave out
from under him. He stumbled forward into the other man who cautiously
held out his hands and caught him under his arms. The man held him up
and looked at the top of Pendrell's head disapprovingly.

"See what the booze does to you? A little is okay, but you've exceeded
the limits of good judgment and have gone into just plain stupidity."

Pendrell rested his dizzy head against the man's chest and let out a
sigh. He was at that moment, incredibly depressed. His life was
utterly pathetic and here he had a complete stranger bringing his
drunken ass home. Suddenly, he began to sob. He didn't want to. He
didn't mean to. He didn't even know exactly why he was. But the tears
just started to flow and he couldn't stop them.

The man was shocked at first, thinking that he perhaps was mistaken in
his hearing. But when he felt the rough cries against his chest, the
body gasping for breath to try and hold back the tears, he knew that
Pendrell was crying.

"Hey, it's okay," he said with a fleck of worry in his voice that he
was unable to conceal. "It's okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend
you."

Pendrell's knees began to go out again and the man had to pull him up.
Pendrell rested his head on the man's shoulder as a sob ran through
him. The man looked down at him again, this time with concern and he
patted him on the back. Pendrell's cries grew stronger and the man was
at a complete loss at what to do. He wrapped his arms around
Pendrell's back and held him against his chest.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Pendrell shook his head and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry," he blubbered. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. What's wrong? What is it?"

Pendrell shook his head again. "I don't know. Everything. Nothing. My
wretched life."

The man patted him on the back again as Pendrell straightened and
steadied himself, resting his back against the wall. The man watched
with worry and a mild fascination at his display.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked. "Is there anyone you can call?"

Pendrell shook his head. "No, I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Sure," he answered as he looked at the clean-cut man standing
before him, his young face distorted with anxiety on Pendrell's behalf.

Pendrell began to slid down  the wall and again the man had to catch
him. He propped him back up against it and held him by the arms to
steady him. The man, his green eyes shinning brightly in the dim
light, searched Pendrell's face for a clue as to what was wrong with
him. Pendrell lifted his head up and opened his eyes, his long lashes
moist from his unexplainable crying fit. Suddenly, the man's face in
front of him softened, the lines of anxiety and worry vanishing into
his chiseled features as he leaned in closer, pressing his lips to
Pendrell's ear.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself tonight?" He
whispered directly into Pendrell's right ear, the warm breath
tormenting Pendrell's skin with a sudden stimulated agitation that ran
down the back of his neck. Pendrell stood completely still, his eyes
closed and his mouth parted open as a sudden disturbingly enjoyable
image of the man in front of him completely naked filled his head.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," he replied in a hushed whisper.

"Positive?" The man asked, his lips brushing gently over Pendrell's
earlobe.

Pendrell stiffened. "Yeah, thanks a lot, buddy."

The man pulled away from Pendrell's neck and put his hands against the
wall, one on each side of his head. "Alex," he said.

Pendrell stared into the man's eyes, unable to look away. "What?" He
asked.

"My name is Alex," he said.

"Oh," Pendrell replied dumbly, still staring into the eyes in front of
him. "Thank you, Alex. I'm Daniel."

"I know," Alex answered.

Pendrell's face looked puzzled.

"I saw it on your driver's license when I was looking for you
address," Alex explained gently.

"Oh," Pendrell replied. "Well, thank you again."

"My pleasure," Alex replied as he leaned inward and gently kissed
Pendrell on the cheek. He placed only one kiss on the smooth face of
the ginger-haired Pendrell and then stopped. He stayed in the same
position, his face just inches away from Pendrell's face and his mouth
close enough to send his shallow breaths running across the flesh that
he had just kissed.

Pendrell closed his eyes again as he felt the breath on his face. He
was starting to breathe heavily and he tried to calm his heart with a
deep inhalation. Slowly, he turned his face towards Alex, his bottom
lip quivering. Alex placed a hand under Pendrell's chin and kissed the
side of his mouth. Then he placed another kiss on the other side. He
was soon covering Pendrell's face in kisses: his cheeks, forehead,
eyelids, and chin, everywhere but on the mouth. Pendrell placed his
hands flat against the wall behind him as Alex ran a trail of kisses
down his neck. Then Pendrell felt a hand on his ass and the stiffening
erection that was forming in his pants bloomed into a throbbing hard-on.

"Oh, God," Pendrell gasped as the hand slid under him and began to
massage the bottom of his ass and inner thighs. What the hell was
going on? He wasn't the kind of guy who enjoyed this sort of thing! He
wasn't *that* kind of a guy, was he?

Alex's hand rubbed harder against Pendrell's ass and a wave of
pleasure ran through him. Screw what kind of guy he was, Pendrell
snapped suddenly at his interfering brain. Damnit, this felt good and
it had been a long time since he had experienced anything that felt
good. He'd deal with his morals later.

Pendrell placed a hand on Alex's shoulder and Alex pulled away from
his neck. He searched Pendrell's face and gave him a gentle kiss on
the lips. But Pendrell wanted more than that and he grabbed Alex's
face with both his hands and pulled it to him roughly, their lips
crushing. Alex, not resisting, slid his tongue into Pendrell's mouth.
Pendrell heaved with excitement as Alex kissed him deeply, his hand
still busy rubbing his ass.

Alex suddenly pulled away and put his hands on Pendrell's shoulders.
"Do you have a bedroom?" He panted.

Pendrell stared blankly at him for a moment while the words tried to
register in his dazed mind. "Bedroom?" He repeated, wishing
desperately that Alex would put his hand back down to his ass and
continue doing what he had suddenly stopped doing.

Alex seemed to read his thoughts and he placed his hand back where it
had been, squeezing firmly. "A bedroom," he repeated, pressing himself
against Pendrell. "Unless you want to do it right here by your front
door. Whatever turns you on." As he said the last word, his hand went
around to the front of Pendrell's pants and brushed gently over
Pendrell's erection.

Oh, God. Pendrell's mind swam with ecstasy at the feeling of someone
else touching his cock for the first time in  months besides himself.
"Past the kitchen," he whispered. "First door on the left."

Alex smiled and turned away from Pendrell. "I'll be in the bedroom,"
he told him as he left the bewildered man standing alone by the door.

Pendrell stood still for a moment, then shook his head, locked the
front door, and followed Alex into his bedroom. The light by his bed
was turned on when he arrived and Alex stood by the door waiting for
him. When he entered the room, Alex shut the door behind him. Pendrell
turned around, startled by the noise of the slamming door, and Alex
walked slowly towards him. Running his fingers through Pendrell's
ginger hair, Alex kissed his forehead and slowly eased Pendrell onto
the bed. Pendrell then found himself sitting on the edge of his
mattress with Alex hovering above him. He looked up with wide-eyes at
the handsome stranger in front of him and bit his bottom lip
nervously. Alex then knelt down so that Pendrell was looking down at
him.

Pendrell was visibly trembling and Alex wondered for a moment if this
was such a good idea -- Pendrell seemed to him to be so naive and
innocent with his boyish face and big blue eyes surrounded by those
thick lashes that, he didn't want to be the one to corrupt him.

All of his doubts quickly vanished, however, when Pendrell slid off of
the bed and was kneeling next to him, his lips pressing kisses all
over his face. Alex unbuttoned Pendrell's shirt and tossed it on top
of the lampshade, making the room a softer color than it had been
previously. Alex pushed Pendrell by the shoulders from his kneeling
position down onto the floor with his back against the box springs.
Then he slid a knee between Pendrell's legs into his crotch. Pendrell
instantly began to rub himself against the knee while Alex took off
his shirt and flung it behind him where it disappeared in the shadows.
Alex crushed his mouth back to Pendrell's and slid his hands down his
chest and then around his waist.

Alex then moved closer and kneeled on top of Pendrell's crotch,
removing his knee that Pendrell had been busy rutting. It was quickly
replaced by Alex's own erection, bulging greatly through his jeans and
pressing tightly against Pendrell's. Alex clamped his mouth over
Pendrell's and with a quick motion, removed the belt around Pendrell's
waist. Pendrell ran his hands up the muscular back of the man on top
of him, taking in the scent of his cologne and sweat, letting his
senses drown in them. The feeling of Alex's hands on the small of his
neck, racing in a hurried and yet calculated motion up his scalp,
pulling his face even closer to him, quickened Pendrell's already
rapidly beating heart.

Suddenly, Alex was off of Pendrell and he pulled him by the legs away
from the side of the bed and flat onto the floor. He climbed back onto
him, letting his hard sex push back against Pendrell's as he straddled
him. Before pressing his lips back to Pendrell's flesh, he looked down
at him and smiled. Pendrell stared back up at him, his eyes wide with
wonder, almost a worshipful gaze filling them, and Alex couldn't help,
in the soft light of the room, picture the man under him as a choir
boy that he was about to ravish.

"Have you ever had sex before?" Alex asked him suddenly, his fingers
running up Pendrell's chest and to his face where they stayed and
cradled his head.

"Yes," Pendrell replied, closing his eyes and letting his head roll
into Alex's hands.

"With a man?" Alex asked.

Pendrell rolled his head back and his blue eyes opened, glinting
almost eerily in the light. "No," he whispered.

Alex wasn't surprised by the answer, he hadn't been expecting him to
say that he had -- with his pouty lips and dimpled cheeks, Alex found
it hard even imagining that Pendrell had ever had sex at all.

Alex leaned his face closer to Pendrell and he placed a trail of
kisses on his chest as he moved upward to his neck.

"What do you want me to do?" Alex asked in breathed whispers as he
nibbled Pendrell's ear lobe. "I'll do whatever you like. What do you
like?"

Pendrell didn't care what Alex did, just as long as he kept straddling
him for a few more minutes he was happy.

But Alex was persistent and as his mouth moved back down his chest and
his tongue played with Pendrell's nipple, he asked again, "What do you
want me to do?"

Pendrell's head rolled backwards with delight as a sudden hand began
rubbing his erected cock between his pants. "Oh, God, I don't care,"
he gasped. "I don't care. Just fuck me. God, please, just fuck me."

Alex glanced up and smiled. That was easily doable. He would more than
gladly fuck the young man with the ginger hair and boyish features. He
needed no further persuading.





Expertly, Alex pushed his face downward to Pendrell's navel. Warm
kisses were feverishly placed, each one going slightly lower than it's
predecessor as his hands worked quickly at unzipping the jeans of the
other man. When he heard the almost inaudible click of the zipper
reaching the end, he jerked his body up so that he was still kneeling
over Pendrell's lap but was no longer sitting on him. Edging down to
Pendrell's feet, he undid the laces of his boots and tossed them aside
at such a slow and casual pace that Pendrell looked on almost annoyed
as he propped himself up with his elbows and watched Alex work.

When the shoes were off, however, Pendrell suddenly found himself
pant-less, Alex removing them with a quick and seductive tug from his
ankles. Then Alex was back on top of him, pushing his head down again
so that he could place more kisses on Pendrell's lips. Pendrell met
each kiss anxiously, his breathing erratic and his entire body
trembling. Alex wasn't sure if Pendrell's body was shaking because he
was aroused or because he was scared. He didn't bother to ask. He
found that both reasons turned him on and he decided to continue
without inquiring.

Their bodies rubbed against each other, Alex's rough jeans creating a
sensuous friction against Pendrell's boxers. A rush of excitement ran
through Pendrell's body as Alex's belt buckle suddenly pressed itself
on the tip of his penis, the cool brass felt through the thin fabric
of his boxers. Pendrell's hands instantly found themselves on Alex's
ass when the hard buckle pressed against his sensitive head, kneading
the firm cheeks through the pants. Alex gave a startled gasp when the
hands squeezed tightly, a spasm of delight tingling through his cheeks.

Pendrell, no longer satisfied with feeling Alex's ass through the
pants, slowly edged his fingers under the waist band. The excitement
in Alex was growing as Pendrell explored his body with a curiosity
almost like that of a child. The fingers went as far down as they
could before coming back out of the pants where they slipped under his
ass and began rubbing in a motion continuous with the way the two men
rocked back and forth on each other.

Pendrell kept pulling him closer, tugging his mouth greedily to his,
almost demanding that Alex touch him and kiss him and Alex had the
sudden feeling that he was with a demanding child. A child ordering
him to do things and wanting more after he had done them; none of them
enough to fill the insatiable thirst that erupts only from a selfish
child.

But then Alex realized that the trembling man under him wasn't
demanding anything. Rather, he was begging for it. Begging that Alex
touch him, kiss him, caress him, stroke him. It was almost like a
silent pleading that Alex do these things to him. His entire body was
screaming to be held and touched, kissed and rubbed, and in general,
to be fucked. Alex couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since
this man had last been laid for his body to be in such a state that it
was begging for more, crying out for Alex to keep going. And this
realization alone, that Pendrell was begging him for it, this
pouty-lipped, ginger-haired, boyish-faced man was begging *him* to
have sex with him, pushed Alex to the edge. He couldn't keep his pants
on to delay the moment any longer after figuring this out. Never had
he known anyone be in such a state where every part of his body and
soul screamed for it, needed it to be done to the point where it was
imploring for it. Never had anyone needed him so much, let alone for
something such as sex. The idea of being needed so much for such a
purpose to a man that was so innocent and naive it was sexy, turned
Alex on more than he thought possible.

For a few more seconds Alex continued to rub against the other man
before gathering the strength to fling himself off. He rolled over and
sat outstretched on the floor, his stiffened penis screaming to be let
out of the constricting jeans to such a degree that it was painful.
Pendrell let out a low, plaintive moan when the rubbing stopped and he
found himself without the sensuous friction and force against his groin.

Alex crawled to Pendrell's side and kissed his lips, sliding a hand
down to his crotch and gently stroking the bulge through the boxers.
Pendrell tried to pull him back down onto him so that he could
continue rubbing against that wonderful, rigid swelling under the
rough jeans and against the cool belt buckle, but Alex pushed him
firmly back down. He had had enough frottage for one evening and now
he wanted to get to the part that he really enjoyed.

Pendrell watched with admiration as Alex pulled away from his lips and
began to remove his jeans. Seeing Alex's washboard stomach made his
chest heave in anticipation. Alex worked quickly, almost effortlessly
as he removed his clothing, his motions unhurried and erotic, although
Pendrell wasn't certain if they weren't meant to be or not.

Once the jeans were off, Pendrell had a clearer view of the bulge that
he had so enjoyed feeling against his own. It peaked through Alex's
flannel boxers, forming a tent with the fabric, and he desperately
wanted to reach out and touch it.

Pendrell sat up and wrapped his arms around Alex's waist, his mouth
clamping onto his. He inserted his tongue into Alex's mouth a little
ways and Alex lifted excitedly under him. Alex opened his mouth more
and let the curious Daniel push his tongue in deeper, feeling every
part of his mouth. Alex loved it. He had never had a lover so curious
about him, wanting to explore every part of his body with such an
intent interest.

The realization vaguely floated through Alex's head that he was the
first man Pendrell had ever kissed but it was quickly lost, however,
in the thick fog of pleasure that rang through his body and clouded
his senses. Pendrell, however, was well aware of this fact and he was
enchanted with how great it felt. Alex kissed better than any woman he
had ever kissed before and he was enthralled. Alex knew exactly how to
kiss back and it made Pendrell hungry for more.

Then Pendrell felt two warm hands go down his back and under the
elastic of his boxers. He pressed his mouth harder to Alex's as Alex
ran a skillful hand lightly over Pendrell's crack and then to the
bottom of his ass. For several seconds more both men just sat together
on the floor, their mouths locked and their hands feeling the other.

Alex was immersed with Pendrell's curiosity and he was almost
reluctant to move in any way, lest he break up Daniel's fascination
and exploration. But then his hands instinctively moved out from under
Pendrell's boxers and wrapped themselves tightly around the waistband.
With a gentle yank, he brought them down and slowly eased them over
Pendrell's throbbing erection.

With the boxers out of the way, Alex wrapped a hand firmly around
Daniel's penis. He was startled at how hot it was. Then, he felt a
nervous hand reach out and touch him lightly over his own boxers. He
looked down and saw Pendrell's right hand resting gently on him before
he quickly pulled it back away. Alex smiled. He *loved* this boy's
curiosity. He loved more his shy uncertainty for what he was doing; he
wasn't sure what to do or how to do it, all he knew was that he
*wanted* to do it and he *wanted* it to be with Alex.

"It's okay," Alex whispered, his mouth forming the words in hot kisses
on Pendrell's own mouth. "You can touch me there. I don't mind."

Daniel's face distorted itself with embarrassment until his hand was
guided back over to Alex's lap by Alex himself.

"If you want to touch, touch," Alex said, his own hand beginning to
slowly move up and down Pendrell's shaft. "I like it."

Pendrell grinned and then anxiously put his mouth back to Alex's, his
hand going under the flannel boxers to touch it. When the warm hand
touched him, at first gently caressing him and then almost roughly
squeezing him, Alex felt a wave of heat down his back. He had to get
inside this boy soon or he wouldn't be able to function at all.


Easing Pendrell up, he turned him around onto his stomach. For the
first real time that night Alex saw Pendrell's ass and his jaw fell.
Christ. The boy had a bubble butt. It was perhaps the most perfect ass
he had ever seen in his entire life. The cheeks were round and firm,
the smooth, soft pink skin glowing dimly with warmth. With a shaky
hand, Alex reached out and touched it. Oh, shit. It was *definitely*
the nicest ass he had ever seen. Who would have thought that under
those baggy jeans that the guy was hiding something so goddamn,
incredibly sexy?

"Nice ass," Alex whispered into the back of Daniel's ear.

Daniel chuckled. "Really? I've never noticed. Neither has really
anyone else, for that matter."

Alex's mouth lightly kissed the ear he was speaking into. "It's a
fucking incredible ass, Daniel."

Alex could see Pendrell's face reddening with self-consciousness and
he grinned. Edging up behind him, he put his erection against the
cheeks, the flannel boxers separating them from making actual skin to
skin contact. Daniel bit his lip when he felt the hardened cock
against him. A tingling sensation erupted in his groin and ass and he
let out a sharp breath.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Alex questioned uncertainly. "We
don't have to. We can stop now and forget all about--"

Pendrell quickly turned around and crushed his mouth back to Alex's,
his hands pulling down the flannel boxers around his waist.

"I've never been more fucking certain of anything in my entire life as
I am about this," he whispered as he casually tossed Alex's boxers
behind him.

Alex's green eyes sparkled, his mouth curving into a satisfied grin.

"Certain?" he asked, watching Daniel steadily.

Pendrell ran a hand down Alex's chest and then lightly rested it on
his groin. His eyes looked up and into Alex's and he put a hand around
his neck. He cocked his head to the side as he drew Alex closer.

"Certain," he answered.

Alex pushed his mouth back to Pendrell's and then abruptly turned him
back around, his hands running excitedly over his ass. God, what a
perfect ass, Alex thought to himself, feeling the warmth under his
fingers. The angel-faced man under him had given him his permission to
be the first one to use it. He almost felt guilty about it. He
couldn't recall ever being the first male lover to anyone. All his
past lovers had been corrupted long before he came along. This would
be the first time he would be the first for anyone. This realization
made him hesitate for a moment, but only for a moment.

Then he heard Daniel whisper, almost urgently, "Please," and he
quickly forgot his uncertainty.

Wiping his own precum up and down his shaft for lubrication, he edged
nearer behind and parted the rosy cheeks. Placing his tip against the
entrance, he waited a moment and then slowly eased his head in.

Pendrell let out a startled gasp and Alex stopped to allow him to get
used to the feeling of someone inside him. A few seconds passed and he
could feel Daniel relaxing under him so he pushed in a little further
and then stopped again. After a few more seconds, he slid the rest of
himself in, burying himself inside of Pendrell.

Daniel squirmed under him, his arms and legs trembling slightly. Alex
ran his hands around to Pendrell's waist and grasped his dick. Slowly,
carefully, he pulled himself out of him, his hands stroking Pendrell
tenderly. Then he went back in, moving slightly to position himself
better.

A yelp came from under him and Alex grinned.

"Found it," Alex said.

"Found what?" Pendrell asked, his voice shaky.

"Your prostate," Alex answered as he pushed against it again to
demonstrate.

Another yelp came from Pendrell.

"See?" Alex said.

"How long has that been there that I've been unaware?" Pendrell asked
jokingly, his eyes closed as he savored the feeling that was running
through his ass and then spreading slowly throughout him.

Alex replied with kisses on the back of his neck.

Pendrell loved the new sensations that were going through his body,
the hands on him that knew exactly where to touch, what to do and what
not to do. The warm breath on the nape of his neck and the hot gasps
that echoed in his ear. The throbbing between his legs being
manipulated by someone else, someone who knew *exactly* what they were
doing. And the full feeling that filled his ass. It was like nothing
he had ever experienced and he wondered why he had waited this long to
try it.

Alex swiveled his hips slowly, allowing Daniel to get the feel for it.
Then, once he was certain that Daniel had the rhythm down and wouldn't
lose it, he went faster, slightly harder. Daniel kept up, his muscles
contracting and relaxing on cue, his ass meeting and parting with Alex
in perfect unison. Alex pushed in farther, pressing as hard as he
could against Pendrell's prostate. The seductive moans from under him
told him to keep going, encouraging him that he wasn't hurting him. So
he went in harder, came out faster, back in deeper, the moans growing
louder with each movement.

The cock between his fingers was throbbing. In fact, it almost felt as
if the entire body under him was throbbing with sensuality. The boy
under him was radiating with a sexuality that he hadn't noticed a
while earlier in the bathroom at the bar. His boyish features, seen
even from Alex's angle, were contorted into beautiful expression that
only comes with sex: a mixture of pain and pleasure. The ginger hair
was turning darker with sweat and the cologne became a musky odor that
filled Alex' nostrils. His soft, arousing moans were ringing in Alex's
ears, making Alex desire him even more. God, he felt like he was
fucking an angel. The man was so perfect, so faultless, so attractive
and so goddam sexy that it blew Alex's mind. If screwing an angel
really did feel like this, he never wanted to stop having sex with him.

Pendrell's moans grew louder, deeper as Alex pushed against him with
more force, his fingers rubbing and fondling him with more vigor.
Tight squeezes, short breaths, hushed moans...Daniel's mind swam.

Alex soon felt that he had brought Pendrell to the brink, his
breathing was erratic, his ass pulling back and pushing forward at
such a speed that he could scarcely keep up with him. He squeezed the
cock between his fingers tightly and rammed himself into him with such
force that he almost pushed Daniel over onto his chest.

A cry filled the room and a tremor through Daniel's body. Alex felt
the ass tighten as the orgasm went through Pendrell, the intensity of 
it ringing against Alex's own cock as the boy under him shuddered in
delight. The feeling of Daniel's own orgasm caused Alex to climax, his
hot cum pouring into Daniel. Pendrell cried out a second time when he
felt it enter, the warmth of it spilling into his sensitive abdomen
and he came again onto Alex's still fondling fingers.

Alex's orgasm was perhaps the longest one he had ever experienced, the
very movements of the man under him dragging it out to its fullest
possible ability. And when he felt the cum on his hands, warm and
sticky, intoxicating his senses, his slowly diminishing orgasm came
back and he climaxed again, both of their bodies shuddering at the
same time, almost in perfect cadence with the other.

They both jerked against each other several more times to extend the
sensations before Alex collapsed exhausted onto the back of Pendrell.
Pendrell fell to the floor under Alex's weight and onto his stomach
where they both laid silent for a moment. Then, gathering all his
strength, Alex began to pull himself out, the warm enclosing feeling
around his dick dispersing. He also knew that the full feeling in
Pendrell's ass was going to be gone as soon as he was completely out
and he did it as gently as possible. Once out, he fell back to his
stomach on the floor next to Daniel, both of their chests still heaving.

Alex watched Daniel amused as he rested his forehead against the rug,
his mouth open and sucking in air. Then Daniel ran a hand down to his
ass and rubbed. Alex moved in closer and put his own hand to Daniel's
ass and rubbed the cheeks for him.

"It'll go back to it's normal shape after a bit," he whispered.

Daniel opened his eyes and turned his head to Alex, his blue eyes
filled with adoration. Alex ran his hand up Pendrell's back and to his
face, brushing a few wet strands of hair out of the eyes that were
fixed on him. Daniel turned on his side, his own hand running along
the curves of Alex's waist and then to his face. Alex leaned in and
kissed him, Daniel pulling him closer.

"Thank you," Pendrell whispered in between kisses.

Alex said nothing, his response was more kisses against the hot mouth
that breathed the heartfelt thank you's.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Alex helped Daniel to his
feet and lead him to the bed. Pendrell gratefully fell into it, his
eyes already heavy with sleep. Alex climbed in next to him and ran a
hand up and down the small of his back. Daniel smiled sleepily and
cuddled closer to Alex, his mouth finding Alex's once more before he
fell asleep.

Alex watched him sleep for several hours, intrigued with everything
about him. He watched his chest move up and down with his breathing,
his pouty lips parting when he inhaled. He watched as the ginger hair
became lighter in color as it dried and observed the thick lashes
flicker as he dreamt. He *was* an angel, Alex concluded. He was too
perfect not to be.

And before he slipped his clothing back on and left the sleeping man,
he ran one last hand through his hair and gave him one more kiss on
his mouth. After dressing, he pulled the blankets around his
shoulders, cast a loving glance down him, and then crept silently out
of the bedroom. As he walked to the front door, the black cat came up
to him and rubbed against his legs. Alex looked down at the cat and
winked. Even the cat seemed to be grateful. And as he  rubbed the
fuzzy ears goodbye, the cat licked his hand. Everyone seemed to love
him tonight, he thought to himself as opened the front door and left
the apartment.

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