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Nick & Noah 3 -- Another Nick & Noah
Chapter 2
Wes drove the boys back to Southbank where they quickly checked out of the hotel, and loaded their luggage into his car. They sat and stared out of the windows while he negotiated the traffic until he pulled onto the motorway, and then enjoyed the luxury of being chauffeured in the comfortable vehicle.
David's property was near the area known as Arthur's Seat on the Mornington Peninsula, about 90 minutes out of Melbourne. After their initial quietude, the three men chatted freely during the trip, swapping tales about David, and getting to know each other. Noah had changed his mind completely from his first impressions of Wes, so that by the time they arrived, he considered the other man a new friend. He was still wary of what they gave away about David's private life, although, somehow, Wes seemed to know far more than they expected, and more than Noah believed David was aware as well.
As they left the freeway and climbed into the hills to the east of the Bay, Noah began to notice the homes they passed. This was no disadvantaged area. Imposing buildings on large blocks spoke of real money. Wes' home stood at the end of a cul-de-sac, behind high walls and set amongst beautiful gardens. As they approached the gate he hit the remote opener, and glided the car along a gravelled drive to pull up before massive doors. Noah marvelled at the size of the place, and Nick's mouth hung open.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. "You must have some serious money, Wes!"
Their host reddened. "I guess so, guys. My family had money, which I inherited, and I just managed to add to it with some lucky investments." He looked around at his own home as if seeing it in a new light. "Please, come in. I have a housekeeper who lives at the back, but that's all. I don't like the idea of servants -- prefer my own privacy."
"How about slaves?" Nick whispered, enough for Noah to hear, but not Wes. That earned him both a grin and a whack on the shoulder.
"Behave!" Noah admonished.
Wes showed them upstairs into a large guest-room. "Settle yourselves in," he said warmly. "I'll go and open the bar. When you're ready come back down -- left at the bottom of the stairs, through the sitting room and out of the french doors. I'll be on the patio waiting for you."
"This is the life," Nick announced when he had gone. Their `room' was actually a suite, consisting of a well appointed bathroom, lounge area with desk, and a massive bedroom containing a huge king size bed. "Do you still think he's a snob?"
Noah laughed. "Yeah, I do, but I don't think he can help it. From what I can see, he's had money all his life. People like that tend to forget that not everyone is the same as them. But he seems like a really nice guy. I think he could become a friend."
They unpacked quickly, washed faces and hands, and followed Wes' directions to the bar area. What they found was a large covered patio fronting a shimmering swimming pool. Half a dozen over-sized leather lounge chairs were haphazardly arranged in the enormous space, at the back of which stood a bar stocked with every imaginable drink.
"Nice!" Nick opined.
"Thanks," Wes acknowledged. A troubled looked passed fleetingly across his features. "But of course, even money can't give you complete peace. There's always things to worry about," he said, almost to himself.
"Oh, anything serious?" Noah asked, picking up on his mood.
"No, no," he quickly about-faced. "Just business I guess. Now, what would you like to drink?"
With the awkward moment gone, the three settled down to relaxing and enjoying the view of the nearby hills across the pool. The day was sunny and warm, completely different from the previous afternoon, and the conversation flowed easily.
"I can't believe the trouble we had yesterday," Nick said at one point. "I really do want to complain about the treatment we had from that hotel, Noah!"
"Yes, when we get home," his mate soothed. "The weather and the flight didn't help. It was just a combination of factors."
"True," noted Wes. "Although you shouldn't have to put up with bad manners from hotel staff -- anywhere. The weather is a different matter. Nothing we can do about that. You know what they say -- in Melbourne you'll get five seasons in one day -- sometimes even in an hour!"
Their laughter was interrupted by the sound of a raised voice calling inside the house.
"Wes, Wes, are you here?"
"Out on the patio, Patrick!" Wes called back. "We have visitors, come and say hello!"
A tall, fit man with wide shoulders and a square jaw strode through the doorway. Both Nick and Noah were instantly impressed by his features, and his appearance. He was stunningly attractive, and carried himself with a degree of self assurance that said he belonged here. Wes did the introductions.
"Patrick, these are friends of David -- you know David in Sydney. Nick and Noah. Guys, this is my nephew, Patrick."
"Nephew?" Nick blurted out. "You two look more like brothers."
"Pleased to meet you, Patrick," Noah said standing and shaking his hand.
"Yes," grinned their host. "Patrick is my sister's son. She is quite a few years older than me, so there's only about 15 years between us."
"And he hates being called `Uncle Wes'," Patrick confided loudly.
"Will you stay for a drink?" Wes smiled at his nephew.
"No, thanks anyway. Frank and I are going out, so I'll be staying in town tonight. Just wanted to let you know I wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning. Maybe even later, if he won't let me out of bed!" he announced in a stage whisper.
"Don't be vulgar!" Wes said, but smiled warmly at him. "Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, Wes. Will I see you tomorrow too, gentlemen?"
Nick nodded. "I guess so. We're staying for a couple of days."
"Okay then," the young man replied evenly. "Goodbye for now." He clasped his uncle's shoulder, and made his exit.
"He lives with me," Wes said by way of explanation after he had gone. "His father threw him out when he found out he was gay. I was never close to my sister, but after I took him in, we became even more estranged. I couldn't have him living on the streets, and he provides me with company when I need it."
"That's a shame, about his parents I mean," said Nick. "And such a good looking man, too."
Noah grinned. "So you don't have anyone `special' in your life then?" he asked.
Once again, a cloud passed over Wes' countenance. "No, not anymore. I broke up from a relationship a few months ago."
"Was it nasty?" asked Nick, seeing the other's expression.
"A little -- but my choice. I found out he was cheating on me."
"Do you still love him?" Noah sympathised.
"No, I don't think so. But he keeps calling me. He's very angry about being dumped. Even threatening sometimes."
"Hey, that's not good!" Nick declared.
"Ah, the least of my worries," Wes said, brushing it aside. "Now, Patrick -- there is a concern. I feel like a parent, but can't make myself try to discipline him."
"Does he need discipline?"
"I don't know. He likes the good life, likes to party all night. I worry about him."
"Who is `Frank'," Nick asked.
"His boyfriend. They've been seeing each other for about a year. Frank lives in the City, and they seem to gravitate from there to here and back again on a regular basis. I like Frank, but sometimes I think they encourage each other, and not in the right direction."
Both Nick and Noah could sense that Wes had other things on his mind as well, but didn't want to upset him. Looking for a change of topic, Noah pointed to the pool. "Do you swim much?" he asked.
"A bit," Wes said, brightening. "It's heated, so I get to use it most of the year."
"Hey, then," Nick announced. "How about a swim?"
"We didn't bring swimmers," Noah warned.
Wes chuckled. "Then swim naked. I do, all the time. In fact, I'll join you!" With that he stood up and shucked off his clothes, diving straight into the water. Nick laughed and followed his lead, his muscled, hairy frame plunging into the glistening water.
Noah sighed, then grinned at their cat calls and teasing, before succumbing. He stripped more slowly, allowing both Nick and Wes to enjoy the show, before diving in a high, graceful arc into the pool between the others.
For the rest of the afternoon, the three men enjoyed each other's company, drinking and relaxing by the pool. Their conversation flowed easily as they grew in camaraderie and friendship as the day wore on. Wes proved a generous and agreeable host, seemingly happy to entertain his visitors. Yet as the afternoon turned to evening, both Nick and Noah noticed a change in his demeanour.
It may have been the alcohol, or it may have been his state of mind, but Wes' mood seemed to darken along with the sky. So much so, that by 9.00 o'clock Nick and Noah found that they were getting little more than single word answers from him, and the conversation petered out into a silence; not exactly uncomfortable, but not really amiable either.
Finally, Noah tried to break the mood.
"Wes, I know we've just met, but is there anything we can do to help?" he asked in his most sympathetic voice.
"Help? What do you mean?"
"Well, it's fairly obvious that something is wrong. You've gone very quiet. Is there something on your mind, something you want to talk about?"
Their host looked back at them through narrowed eyes. He took a long, slow breath and seemed to reach a decision.
"Guys, David told me about how you solved the murder of Joe's former partner ..."
"Well, it was more of a disappearance," Nick said uneasily. "It just turned out hat he had been murdered."
Wes continued unfazed. "He also told me that you had solved another murder before that ... "
Noah spoke up. "That involved a missing friend as well. It's just co-incidence, Wes. We're not really detectives or anything like that."
"Maybe, maybe not," their new friend ruminated. "But it seems to me that you've managed to solve two murders -- pretty good for amateurs."
"We just got lucky," Nick said. "And we had opportunities available that the police wouldn't have had open to them. People will say more to you if they know you're not a cop."
Wes sat silently again for a few moments, then looked at each of them slowly once more. "Do you think you would be able to solve a murder before it happened?"
"What?!?" Nick coughed.
"How do you mean?" Noah asked quickly. "If it hasn't happened, then there's nothing to solve."
"Yes, well, I just hope things stay that way!"
Noah looked hard at Wes, not sure of he was following this conversation after the amount he had had to drink. "You better explain a little more," he said softly to the other man.
In a voice so quiet they had to strain to hear, Wes sighed desperately. "Guys, I think someone is trying to kill me."
"Kill you?" Nick blurted. "Why? Who? How?"
"Who and why, I have no idea. As for the how, well that's what has me worried. Over the last few months there have been a number of `incidents'. By themselves, in isolation, they don't mean anything, but when I look back it just seems to be too much of a coincidence."
"What kind of incidents?" Noah asked. "They must have been serious enough, even on their own, for you to think someone is trying to kill you."
Wes stopped, thinking hard. "Maybe it's just paranoia," he finally said. "Forget I mentioned it."
"Oh, no you don't," declared Nick. "You can't say something like that and then just try to brush it aside. What has happened to make you think like this? Come on, spill the beans."
Reluctantly, Wes began to fill in some details for them. His first upset came from finding a snake in his bedroom one night. "The bloody thing was right there, on my bed!" he said, his voice shaking at the memory. "I am terrified of snakes, and despite the fact that we're in the country, we just don't see them around here. Normally I sleep soundly, but something must have disturbed me because I woke up thinking I'd heard some kind of noise. I flicked the bedside light on and saw this snake right beside me. I screamed at the top of my lungs, jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway. That must have woken Patrick because he came rushing around from his side of the house, and when I told him what was happening he raced in and killed the thing with a shovel."
"So a snake got into the house," Nick said unconcerned.
"Yes, but it made it's way up the stairs, into my room, and up onto my bed!" Wes pointed out. "And there's more. The next day I collected the carcass and took it to a local vet. He told me that not only was it one of the most poisonous snakes there is, but that in his 30 years around here, he'd never heard of that species being seen in this area!"
"Mmm, unusual, but not completely impossible," Noah noted.
"That's exactly what I thought, and just put it out of my mind."
"So what else happened?" Nick pressed.
"About six weeks after that, I had a nasty scare with the car. I was on my way into Melbourne on business, but just before I reached the freeway, I remembered that I needed some other papers which were still here in the house. I came back up, collected them and headed off again. At the end of the road, about 100 metres before the on-ramp, the front wheel came off the car! Of course, I lost control and swung across the roadway before ending up in a hedge. Luckily I was only going slowly, so there were no injuries except to my nerves. The car had only been serviced about a week before, and the mechanic swears blind that he made sure all the wheel nuts were properly tightened." Wes shook his head in amazement. "If I hadn't come back for those papers, the wheel would have come off while I was on the freeway, doing 120 kilometres an hour. At that speed, not only would I have been killed, I would probably have taken out several other cars as well."
Noah looked thoughtful. "I can see why you might be concerned," he said. "Neither incident would be enough by itself, but when you add them together ..."
"Is that all?" asked Nick.
"No." Wes muttered to himself before he went on. "Just last weekend, I was almost electrocuted. As you can see, I like to swim at night. Patrick was off somewhere with Frank, and my housekeeper had gone to visit her son. It was a warm night, so I came out here and stripped off, intending to dive in for a quick swim to cool down. When I walked over to the side of the pool, I could see in the moonlight a large shape floating in the water. We do get the occasional wallaby or small kangaroo coming over the fence -- there's quite a lot of them in the National Park. Although if they fall into the pool, they usually splash about like crazy and make plenty of noise, and more often than not manage to find their own way out again.
"Anyway, I went to turn on the pool lights so I could see what this shape was, but nothing happened. The lights run off power from the housekeeper's cottage at the back of the property -- it's on a separate phase from the main house, since it used to be a whole other property before I bought it and incorporated it with my land. When I went to investigate a little closer, I found that the power lines into the cottage had come away from the eaves, and were lying across the ground, with the ends in the pool. The `shape' was a wallaby which had either fallen in, or tried to take a drink, and been electrocuted. If it hadn't been there, I would have been the electrocuted body that someone found floating in the pool."
"Did you notify the police?" Noah asked. Nick snorted with derision.
"Yes, of course," Wes answered with a sigh. "They said that the electricity company's repairman told them the lines were old and had probably just frayed and blown down and into the pool with the wind."
"It's possible," Nick said, although he sounded unconvinced.
"But there was no wind that night! It was hot and still, which is why I was going to have a swim."
The three sat in silence for some time, mulling over their individual thoughts. It was Noah who spoke first.
"It does seem remarkable that you would have so many near misses, all within such a short time. But is there any reason why anyone would want you dead?"
"Not that I know of," Wes said, shaking his head. "it's not like I have any real enemies."
"You do have plenty of money," Nick butted in. "That's often a good reason."
"Maybe ..." Wes sounded unconvinced. "Or maybe, like I said, I'm just being paranoid."
Another long silence ensued before Wes stood suddenly, and forced a smile. "Enough doom and gloom, guys," he said. "I'm off to bed. Feel free to help yourselves to the bar, or to take another swim. You know where your room is when you're ready. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"
"Yeah, Wes, goodnight," Nick said absently.
"Uh huh," Noah confirmed. "Sleep well. We'll talk some more tomorrow."
As their host left them alone, Nick turned to his mate. "What do you think?"
"I just don't know," Noah replied slowly, still thinking. "It could be all a coincidence ..."
Nick snorted.
"Or it could be more serious," Noah went on, ignoring him. I don't see how we can help, though."
"But Wes is asking for help, and if we can, I think we should," Nick declared.
"Possibly." Noah didn't sound convinced. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. For now, I'm ready for bed. What about you?"
"Yeah," his partner agreed. "I could use some sleep."
"Oh," said Noah with a glint in his eye. "I meant I'm ready for bed, but I wasn't actually thinking about sleep!"
"Mmmm," Nick hummed, suddenly awake, and very interested. "Noah Sorensen, if I didn't know better, I'd say that all these good looking men around here have made you horny!"
Noah laughed. "And that would be wrong because ...?" he whispered.
"What if I'm too tired?" Nick pretended to yawn. "I may not be able to satisfy you ..."
Noah chuckled wickedly and pushed his lover back onto a lounge chair before straddling him quickly. Seating himself on Nick's lap, he felt the growing hardness beneath his butt as his man's face betrayed the desire which was building in his loins.
"Make love to me?" Noah whispered softly, his mouth only centimetres from Nick's head.
Nick grinned, as Noah's piercing blue eyes pleaded with him. How could he possibly resist a request such as that?
They kissed, long and deep, full of slowly building passion and shared tenderness, their tongues wrestling with each other as each of them tasted his lover and shared the delight of growing arousal. Carefully, still attached to his man by the lips, Nick stood from the sofa and eased Noah to his feet. They made their way quietly up the stairs, into the bedroom, and they undressed each other slowly, sensuously, never for a second breaking the union of their kiss. Nick's body tingled with sensations of anticipation and excitement, and Noah shivered with the sensuality of Nick's fingers against his flesh as together they shed the encumbrance of clothing and allowed their heated, satin flesh to make contact along the full length of their bodies.
Wordlessly they inched their way to the bed, fingers and palms exploring trembling skin and aching bodies, the need within them growing quickly. Finding the comfort of Wes' king size mattress, they quickly fell alongside each other, writhing and touching as they continued their unbroken kiss. Noah squirmed around until he was lying on top of Nick's frame, the weight of his body pressing against the hairy torso below him. He ground his hips into the large, hard log of meat at Nick's groin and elicited a long deep moan of pleasure which started in Nick's throat and made it's way up and into Noah's own mouth. Nick quivered with pleasure at the sensation of the full, firm, smooth body covering his own, and the eager attack that Noah continued on his teeth and gums as they melted into one another.
Rolling to one side, Nick slid out from under his man, then lifted himself up and now lay atop Noah, his mouth finally breaking the contact between them. Without hesitation, Nick's lips attacked Noah's neck, kissing and nibbling at the smooth skin as he slowly slid down Noah's shoulders and across the sculpted mounds of his chest. Noah let his head drop back onto the pillow and groaned quietly with the sensational feelings washing through him as Nick licked at his body. Nick's tongue found Noah's left nipple, and he swirled his talented muscle around the hard brown nub, wetting and bathing it before he closed his teeth gently over the small erection, pulling at the peak of skin and then releasing it to blow warm air over Noah's glistening tit. Another round of sighs escaped Noah's throat as Nick smiled and attacked the corresponding nipple, treating it to the same attention.
As he slid down, Nick's body moved between Noah's legs, which parted and then wrapped around his man, holding him tightly. Nick continued his tongue-bath, tasting the beautiful body of his lover as he traced the ridges of Noah's abdomen with his lips and slowly inserted his tongue into Noah's navel before kissing his way over the other man's hips. All the while, Nick's hands played across Noah's chest and ribs, and ran sensuously along the side of Noah's torso, sending shivers through him. Noah ached with growing desire, the ministrations of his man's tongue delighting him. He could sense the pressure of Nick's body against his own, and shivered as Nick's head moved lower and lower, approaching his throbbing masculinity.
Nick slowly, almost agonisingly, made his way down over Noah's muscled body. He lifted his face away from the taut skin and sculpted chest to drink in the vision of his lover beneath him, and was rewarded with a close-up view of Noah's very manhood, only centimetres from Nick's eyes. The long, hard rod of flesh stood at attention, quivering in time with the beating of Noah's heart, the blood coursing through the veins standing in clear relief just below the skin, which was stretched over the steely muscle. The pale colouring of the shaft gave way to a darker, reddened mushroom cap, and a pearl of translucent juice appeared in the very eye of that glorious pole of maleness. Nick leaned forward and his tongue lapped at the fruit of his lover's loins, scooping it up as he tasted of Noah's very essence. His actions were rewarded with a low growl of delight from the man beneath him.
A smile crossed Nick's face - a grin of delighted contentment that he was able to give Noah so much pleasure while he himself trembled with arousal. He leaned further forward, and gently followed the ridge of Noah's cockhead with his tongue, then patiently worked his way down the long shaft with feathery licks that caressed Noah's prick in a moist tease of sensuous eroticism. Reaching the base of the tower of flesh, Nick opened his mouth and brought his lips to the wrinkled skin of Noah's scrotum, softly suckling at each rounded egg in turn. He could feel his mate's testicles moving in a slow motion dance within their protective sack of skin, churning in excitement and generating the sweet juice that would eventually be released with the right degree of stimulation. Stretching his jaw wide, Nick drew first one and then both of the soft robs into his mouth, massaging and caressing each with his tongue and pulling at Noah's nuts with a firm pressure which caused even more grunts and hisses of delight. As he worked on his lover's balls, Nick's finger slowly traced the length of the shaft of cockflesh above them, all the way along the veiny underside to the slit where once more he found an oozing flow of pre-seminal fluid, viscous and warm, which he scooped up and transferred to his own tongue.
Noah was in ecstasy by this time, his entire body tingling as he lay back and enjoyed the glorious attentions of Nick's tongue and lips. He shuddered involuntarily with delight as Nick gave him the most sensuous of experiences. His cock was hard as steel, aching for more, yet he happily endured the agony of anticipation as his lover played his body like a finely tuned musical instrument. Suddenly, Nick's mouth was no longer there, and Noah lifted his head in surprise, to see what was happening. His eyes found the lusty mirrors of Nick's soul, deep and green, staring back at him in a mischievous grin as Nick moved back up and over his body to kiss him once more.
"I want you," Nick whispered, his voice barely audible, but the need undoubted.
"Yes!!" Noah hissed back.
Nick moved quickly off the bed for just a second, retrieving some lubricant from the bedside table, before hurriedly leaning into Noah again for yet another kiss. He flipped the top of the bottle, but to Noah's surprise, Nick smeared the slimy liquid down over Noah's cock rather than his own.
"Nick?" Noah asked quietly.
"I said, I want you - inside of me!" Nick replied, and Noah smiled up at him in understanding.
A generous squirt of the slimy gel was applied to the rubber enveloping Noah's prick before Nick once again climbed over his man, but this time he straddled Noah's body, his knees on either side of the other man's torso. Noah leaned up to meet Nick's mouth with his own as his lover hovered over him. He shivered slightly as he felt Nick's strong hand guiding his throbbing prong towards its target. As Nick lowered himself until his arsehole came into contact with the solidity of Noah's cockhead, Noah held himself steady and resisted the urge to thrust upwards and into his man. He sensed the soft skin of his partner's entrance now pressing against the point of his man-sword, and he felt the thrill of impending union arouse his body yet again.
Their coupling took place almost in slow motion. It was as if Nick's body melted over Noah's. The moment of penetration could have lasted a second, it could have lasted an hour, but all Noah knew was that without any conscious effort on his part, the resistance from Nick's sphincter against his cock seemed to dissolve, and the muscles of his lover's rosebud parted to welcome him inside. He heard a low moan, unsure if it was coming from himself or from Nick or both, and a soft, warm moistness engulfed him, drowned his rock hard weapon in pleasure, and the shaft of his pole was sliding easily between the walls of his man's anus, burrowing deeply into the hot wet cavern of Nick's body.
Noah felt the weight of Nick's butt cheeks come to rest against his pelvis, and gave an involuntary thrust upwards as the complete length of his rod was buried within his man. But he did not need to move at all. Nick did all of the 'work', using his knees as leverage, raising and lowering himself, slowly to begin with and then with ever increasing speed as he used his own weight to impale himself upon Noah's rampant erection. Noah felt the gripping of Nick's sphincter as Nick bobbed up and down on him, sensed the heat of Nick's body wrap around him, and heard the squelching sound of Nick's bowel as it was filled with Noah's cock. He looked up into Nick's face, and their eyes met and locked, blue into green, as they became one. To Noah, it was not as though they were having sex so much as joining together, each a part of the other, bodies and minds melding. His entire being trembled with arousal and his nerves relayed the pure and absolute pleasure emanating from his groin and infusing the rest of his body. Nick's face lowered, inching closer and closer to Noah's, and Noah raised his knees to support Nick's body, ensuring their joinder was not broken.
When their lips met again, a shock of electricity jolted Noah's frame. This feeling, he was sure, was the ultimate in bliss. As Nick's tongue began to work it's magic once more on Noah's teeth and gums, the blond man felt the tide of passion swelling up within himself, knew he could not hold back against the wave of ecstasy his body now surfed. Still locked together, mouth to mouth and groin to groin, Noah felt Nick steal his breath away, literally, as his body surrendered. He did not explode, he did not jerk and quiver and shoot, he simply gave himself into absolute pleasure as Nick's amazing body gently milked him of his seed, clenching and releasing in glorious rhythm to draw Noah's very essence from him.
Nick felt Noah's body tense beneath him. He ran his hands over the muscles of Noah's torso as they contracted and tautened, and he sensed the pulsating ecstasy of Noah's prick as it swelled inside him and was relieved of its manjuice. He continued his probing of Noah's tongue and mouth even as he knew his lover was engulfed by orgasm, and ached with happiness at the exquisite sensation of being a part of Noah, of having a part of Noah buried within him. As the tension began to ease, he lifted his face away, breaking their kiss, and suddenly Noah remembered to breathe again, a long gasp of air drawn in before Noah opened those pools of blue once more and smiled up at him.
"Oooohhhhhhh!" Noah whispered.
"Oh yeah!" Nick replied with feeling. He sat back again, Noah's prong still held deep within his bowels, and smiled with happiness at the powerful body beneath him, and the beaming face that grinned back. Despite his recent orgasm, Noah was still hard, and Nick was in no hurry to relinquish his position or to surrender the wonderful filling that he experienced from Noah's manhood. His own cock still throbbed, steel hard and aroused, and he contemplated jerking himself off while Noah's prong remained lodged in his gut.
Before he could act on his idea, Nick felt Noah move beneath him once again, as his lover threw one arm out and reached for the lube lying on the bedside table.
"Hey there, stud," he said quietly and warmly, "What are you up to?"
Noah said nothing but held Nick's gaze with his deep azure eyes, as he twisted away the lid of the tube of gel, a mischievous smirk on his face. He reached froward and began to massage the cool lubricant down over Nick's thick cock which stood proudly in the space between their two bodies.
"Now it's my turn!" Noah stated. "You don't get to have all the fun!" he said with a chuckle.
As he finished preparing Nick's prick, Noah's hands went beneath Nick's butt and lifted, as Nick sat up again, carefully lifting himself off Noah's prong. The slow withdrawal sent new waves of pleasure through both of them as they separated momentarily. Quickly Nick swung his legs around as Noah directed his lover back into position, this time with Noah's knees lifted around Nick's waist. With his body, Noah pulled Nick back between his legs.
Nick marvelled that his lover remained hard even now, and lowered himself until his own cockhead made contact with the soft skin of Noah's arse. Supporting his weight on his arms, he leaned forward again and met Noah's opening lips in a passionate kiss full of appreciation, love, and need.
Noah tingled with pleasure as he wrapped his legs around Nick's body and pulled his lover into himself. His cock was still hard, still throbbing, and he needed Nick now, inside of him. As he felt the solid head of Nick's prick pressing against his hole, he relaxed himself, pushing back as he coaxed Nick's prong inward. There was a momentary flicker of discomfort as Nick's thick tool opened his sphincter, and then Noah was in heaven as his man slowly filled him, the mushroom cap of Nick's massive log prying open Noah's body as the throbbing shaft of Nick's weapon slid through his ring of muscle and invaded his rectum. As Nick sank into him, Noah felt the rush of delight as his man nudged at his prostate, massaging his bowel from within and filling him completely. Noah clenched himself around the thick meat piercing him, and took possession of his lover, swallowed Nick's very masculinity into his own body and held it tightly as he felt Nick begin to move, back and forth in the ageless motion of sexual dance.
Quickly, the two fell into a rhythm of mutual arousal. Nick thrust and withdrew, his speed increasing as he jabbed himself into Noah's innards, pounding himself deeper and deeper, harder and faster into his man. Noah writhed below his mate, shuddering with each powerful pounding, gasping as he felt Nick piston in and out of his clenching sphincter, swearing the pit of his stomach was prodded with each humping shove of Nick's thick, powerful masculinity. They fucked at each other now, hard long strokes of driven need, joined in physical lust and emotional yearning, a hunching rutting being of pure maleness. Noah stared into Nick's face, and saw the building urge, the coming climax as his lover shuddered and slammed into him again and again. He surrendered his body to Nick's powerful fucking, and in doing so he took possession of Nick's cock, and of Nick's very masculinity, owning him and holding him deep inside.
As their gripping, pounding union neared its peak, Noah's hands moved up to Nick's chest, running across the thick fur on his pecs and feeling the matted sheen of sweat on his man's skin. His eyes were drawn to Nick's nipples, and his fingers followed, pinching softly and tugging at the hard brown nubs. Immediately, Nick gasped out in pleasure, the arousal of Noah playing with his tits pushing him to the brink.
"Uuuunnhhh ..." he hissed in a muted cry, "Noah ... I'm cuummmii.... "
And he did. A spasm wracked his body and he tensed, his cock swelling inside Noah's warm tunnel. His balls boiled over and with a final lunge of desperation he drove himself deeper into his man, filling the moist cavern with his seed, pouring his very essence into Noah's body and shuddering into a climax that rocked both of them. Aroused beyond measure by Nick's assault, Noah let one hand drop to his own prong, and began to flail at the steel heat of his prick. With no more than two or three strokes, his nuts contracted and a second outpouring of semen flowed from him, puddling on his stomach and splattering up onto Nick's abdomen as the two men leapt from the cliffs of absolute pleasure together, and slowly began the long and happy descent into exhaustion.
Time passed in a haze as Nick and Noah lay there together, slowly recovering from the power of their orgasm. Collapsed into each other, Nick's cock still lodged within Noah's body, they gradually came back to the land of the living, and held each other tightly. Feeling himself beginning to soften, Nick eased carefully out of Noah, falling back to lay beside his lover, turning his head so that he stared once more into those beautiful blue eyes.
Alongside each other like that, exhausted, the pair of them were overtaken by sleep.
The next morning, Nick and Noah were up and about first thing. They were normally early starters, and the unfamiliar bed, combined with their discussion about Wes' possible murder attempts, meant they couldn't sleep in at all.
Noah was the first of the pair out of bed. He donned a pair of skimpy shorts and padded barefoot along the hall and downstairs to the kitchen looking for coffee. The sound of water splashing drew him outside, where he found Wes doing laps in the pool.
"Good morning," he offered as their host came up for air.
"Oh, hi there," Wes answered. "Sorry if I woke you, but I like to get a swim in most mornings."
"No, that's fine," Noah answered. "We're usually early risers anyway. Nick was stirring when I got up, so he'll be here any second. Mind if I join you?"
Wes grinned. "Come on in!"
Since Wes was naked, Noah had no qualms about shucking off his shorts and diving into the water bare-arsed. It was surprisingly pleasant -- warm enough to be enjoyable but still refreshing. He swam the length of the pool and back at a sprint, then slowed to a half-hearted pace as he gave up on any exercise and simply enjoyed the water. Five minutes later, he stood up next to Wes at the end of the pool as Nick appeared on the patio with a tray of steaming mugs of coffee.
"I kinda hoped I'd come down to a waiting breakfast," he declared grumpily to Noah. "But instead I find you cavorting in the nude with another man!"
"Sorry, Nick," Wes chuckled. "All my fault. I hope you don't think I was trying to steal your husband?"
"Steal away!" came the careless reply. "Just don't expect him to get you breakfast."
Noah turned to Wes in mock seriousness. "As you can see, my man is so bright and cheerful first thing in the morning!"
Nick's only response to the laughter from the pool was a long, exaggerated slurp of his drink, which earned him a splash of water as Noah climbed out and dripped his way across the deck. Wes followed, grabbing a large towel for himself and throwing another to Noah. The two swimmers wrapped themselves in the soft fabric and settled at the table, offering Nick thanks for the coffees.
"So, a day of leisure before the meeting tomorrow," Wes noted. "What would you guys like to do?"
"Dunno," Nick offered helpfully. "Got any suggestions?"
"It's your home," Noah interrupted. "What plans did you have for the day?"
"Not much at all," Wes answered. "I was intending to take it easy, take a look at the book you brought down for me, but basically just relax. But I would be happy to play tourist guide if you like, take you further down The Peninsula, maybe out to Phillip Island?"
Noah smiled, shaking his head. "No, we've been here before. A quiet day doing lots of nothing sounds fine to me."
"Me too," Nick affirmed.
"Okay," Wes said. "Just don't accuse me of being a bad host."
"Never," Nick declared.
Wes grinned, then his look became a little more serious. "Just one thing guys ... about what I said last night,".
Nick and Noah looked at him questioningly. "We'll try if we can," Nick began, "But ..."
Wes cut him off. "No, no. Please just forget it. I had had too much to drink, and my paranoia got the better of me. I'd prefer it if you just forgot all about it. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about."
"But you can't deny what happened," Noah disagreed. "There's more to those incidents than paranoia or co-incidence!"
"Maybe," Wes acceded. "But I had no right to bring you into it. Promise me you'll ignore what I said, please. Just enjoy your stay and relax before you have to head home."
Nick began to argue, but Noah motioned to him to let it drop. "If that's what you want," he assured the other man. "But if you change your mind, we're here!"
The rest of the day passed in happy company. The three men alternated between the house and pool; reading, ambling around the grounds, dozing in the sun and occasionally swimming. Conversation flowed easily and the subject of Wes' concerns about attempts on his life was all but forgotten. Very quickly, Nick and Noah warmed to this man, and within a few short hours were considering him a close friend. Shortly after lunch, Wes announced that it was time to open the bar and made the three of them large cocktails. As they lay back on sun-lounges beside the pool, drinks in hand and revelling in the sun on their bare bodies, a shouted greeting broke the silence.
"Hey, Unc, you didn't tell me you were planning an orgy. If I'd known I would have been home sooner!"
Wes waved his hand unconcernedly toward his nephew. "What makes you think you'd be invited?" he chuckled. "Besides, lying around in the sun hardly constitutes an orgy."
Patrick laughed as he stepped out onto the patio, trailed by a slightly older but equally good looking man, also grinning widely.
"I dunno," he said slowly. "Three naked men, lots of privacy, and alcohol ... that sounds like the right ingredients to me!"
"Patrick!" Wes admonished. "Don't be crude. Being naked is perfectly natural -- I've always told you that. Nudity does not equate to sexual arousal. Admiration for a good body is not the same thing as wanton lust. Now grow up, and introduce Frank to our guests!"
As Wes' nephew introduced his boyfriend to Nick and Noah, Frank openly appraised the couple with his eyes, drinking in their physiques and their nakedness with undisguised appreciation. Patrick also did little to hide his like at what he saw lying on the lounges, although Wes seemed oblivious to the ogling from his nephew and partner.
"Can we join you?" Patrick asked, already beginning to strip off his shirt.
"Of course," Wes agreed readily.
"It's a beautiful day; perfect for some sun and lazing about, or whatever," Frank noted as he casually undressed while Patrick made them both drinks. The two younger men, now both naked, dived into the pool and splashed about for several minutes before rejoining the others on the patio and sipping their cocktails. Again, both Patrick, and more noticeably, Frank, brazenly stared at Nick and Noah, smiling invitingly. Nick felt almost uncomfortable at the attention he and Noah were receiving, and a sideways glance at Noah confirmed that his partner had picked up on the subtle advances, and did not approve. Yet still Wes appeared ignorant of what the two younger men were doing.
Eventually, Frank and Patrick seemed to tire of their little game, and the mood relaxed again as they joined in the light banter. Now that the tension had disappeared, Noah found the pair could be both charming and entertaining, but his unease at their initial behaviour didn't entirely disappear. Nick, on the other hand, seemed to have forgiven all, and was engaging in a lively debate with Frank about the merits or otherwise of popular music in clubs. Despite the fact that there could not have been more than ten years age difference between them, it became obvious very quickly that a serious generation gap existed when it came to opinions on what was okay to dance to.
Around five, with the sun lowering in the west, Patrick heaved himself up from his seat.
"Time to get ready," he stated to no-one in particular.
Frank opened his eyes, and nodded, also standing.
"You going out again?" Wes asked in a disapproving voice.
"Of course," his nephew declared. "Frank and I are going to a party down in Portsea tonight."
"You party a little too much, Patrick," Wes grimaced. "A few nights at home wouldn't hurt you."
Patrick simply laughed. Frank looked long at Nick again and smiled. "You guys are welcome to join us, if you'd like?" he offered.
Noah jumped in quickly. "Thanks, but no," he said emphatically. "We're guests of your uncle. You boys go ahead and enjoy yourself."
As the younger couple disappeared into the house to shower and dress, Wes grimaced at Noah. "I don't think those two take life seriously enough. I'm not much of a `father-figure', am I?"
"Don't worry about them," Nick opined. "They're young, and keen. Let them go. They'll grow up eventually."
Wes just shrugged in resignation. "You could have gone with them if you wanted," he said. "I'm going to have to leave you to yourselves anyway. I have to go through the paperwork for this meeting tomorrow."
"Oh," Nick said, suddenly concerned. "What paperwork? We were just going to go along to hear what was said. We haven't done any real homework about it -- I don't recall there being too much paperwork to look at."
"There wasn't," Wes grinned. "At least, not for the shareholders."
"But aren't you a shareholder as well?" Noah asked. I thought you said that was why you were going to the same meeting we were."
"Yes, but I'm also on the Board of the company. So while you're on the floor, listening, I'll be up on the dais doing some of the talking!"
"Sorry Wes, I didn't realise," Noah said.
"Shit, I hope we haven't breached any regulations -- you know, insider trading, confidence and all that," sputtered Nick.
Wes laughed. "Hardly! How could we? We haven't mentioned it at all until now. But I do need to spend some time this evening going over it. Why don't you two go into the village and have something to eat? There are a couple of very good restaurants I can recommend. I'll make myself a snack, and then we can get together for a coffee and a nightcap when you get back."
Nick and Noah agreed easily enough. It seemed like a pleasant way to end a relaxing weekend, and they didn't want to bother Wes when he needed some solitude. Wes called and booked them a cab for 7.30, and they settled back into another drink as the sun disappeared.
Just before 6.00 pm, Patrick and Frank appeared again, now dressed and freshened. "Last chance guys," Frank said. "You sure you don't want to come with us?"
"No thanks," Noah repeated.
"Definitely not," Nick said. "After finding out your choice of music, I'm sure I'd be bored or deaf, or both, within an hour!"
"Okay then," Patrick smiled. "We'll be back tonight, but it won't be early. So I guess we'll see you in the morning."
"Take care, boys," Wes called to their retreating backs, raising an eyebrow to Nick's grin and Noah's sympathetic face.
Nick and Noah took the departure of Frank and Patrick as their cue to get themselves ready for dinner, leaving Wes by the pool. They showered and changed into smart casual wear.
"I'm not sure I approve of the way Patrick and Frank acted today," Noah mused.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Nick agreed. "They were pretty bloody obvious!"
"They were downright rude -- trying to come onto guests like that."
Nick grinned. "Hey, like I said to Wes, they're young and keen and out to party. So they would have been interested in a bit of group fun'? We can hardly criticise them for that. And don't tell me you wouldn't have been interested if they threw on some chaps and harnesses, Viking boy'!"
Noah blushed, and grinned. "Okay, so I'll admit they are both very good looking. I just think they should have been more ... restrained. Especially in front of Wes."
"Probably," Nick conceded. "Yet he didn't seem to notice, so I guess there was no harm done. You're just showing your age, old man."
Noah looked up into his partner's face as Nick tried to stifle a grin, and threw a pillow at him. With a chuckle, he pretended hurt. "Well, you'd better take me out for dinner and then get me home early so I can get my rest. You know how us oldies need our sleep!"
Finding Wes in a massive office/library on the ground floor, surrounded by books and antiques, a ream of paper spread across the desk in front of him, Noah sympathised.
"Sorry. We should have let you get to this earlier."
"No," Wes laughed. "I wouldn't have looked at it until now, even if I were home alone. Enjoy yourselves guys."
"Thanks," Nick said. "We'll see you in a few hours."
The taxi was waiting for them outside, and twenty minutes later they were ushered into a wonderful, if tiny, restaurant. Seafood was the house speciality, and it came in huge quantities, fresh and superbly prepared. The pair lingered over dinner, enjoying every morsel as they discussed the weekend, and agreed that this trip had turned out to be very pleasant after all. They talked about Wes, deciding he was a wonderful host and a very nice person, and agreed that they should invite him to visit Sydney in the near future. Noah suggested getting together with Wes and David and Joe, and when Nick raised an eyebrow lustily, he looked disapprovingly across the table.
"Not like that!", he said. "David and Joe are fine, but I'm fairly certain Wes doesn't get into group scenes. I meant getting together for dinner and conversation. Try to think of something other than sex for once!"
Nick smiled. Despite Noah's remonstration, he knew his man didn't really disapprove of him. He also guessed, correctly, that if Wes had offered to join in, Noah would not have been at all upset.
Around 10.30 they finally got up from the table, and asked the restaurant to call them a cab, thanking the waiter for an excellent meal and promising to recommend the place to their friends. At that time on a Sunday night there was no real wait, and just before 11.00 they were back at Wes' home. The lights were still on, and the front door unlatched, as they let themselves in and headed for the patio area where the bar was.
"Hey Wes, we're back," Nick called out, to no reply.
The lounges by the pool were empty, and they could hear no sound from inside the house. Nick began to help himself to a drink.
"I'll go look for him," Noah said. "Maybe he's fallen asleep over that paperwork."
Noah made his way into the library, calling out Wes' name, but a quick glance from the doorway showed the desk unoccupied. He was about to retrace his steps when something caught his eye -- what looked like a hand, on the floor behind one of the lounges to one side of the room.
"Wes?" Noah called out, suddenly alarmed. Rushing over, as bile rose in his stomach, Noah found his worst fears confirmed.
"Nick, Nick," he yelled loudly.
Nick came racing in to his shouts, instantly seeing his mate kneeling on the floor beside a sofa.
"Noah?"
"Call the cops," Noah said in a flat voice. "Use your mobile phone, don't touch anything else in the room. It's Wes!"
Do we need an ambulance?" Nick asked in a hushed voice.
"No, it's too late for that. He's dead!"
Nick rounded the edge of the furniture to have Noah's opinion confirmed. Wes lay on his side, his eyes wide open and glazed, a massive pool of blood on the floor which had sprung from several gaping wounds in his back. From the way the blood had congealed already, it didn't take a genius to realise he had been like this for some time already.
"Fuck!" he said eloquently.
... to be continued.
This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!