Experiment 2     Experiment 2

 by Anne

  

Experiment 2 
 By Anne 
 Disclaimers: BK don't belong to me; I'm just playing. No money being made
here. Notes: This is the sequel to "Experiment," which I wrote in November
2001. Warnings: NC-17 for more hot, raunchy m/m sex  

Tobias Beecher was concentrating on a brief when he heard a quiet knock on
the door to his office. His first thought was to yell at Sandy for not
buzzing him first, but when he looked up and saw Christopher Keller
standing there, the words died in his throat. 

"So, Toby, you been avoiding me?" Chris asked, leaning against the door
frame. He was wearing his usual snug jeans and work boots. His top was a
form-fitting white pullover that set off his olive skin. 

Toby swallowed. "How did you find out where I worked?" he asked, and then
blushed. He was remembering their passionate encounter a week earlier on
top of the Benton building. They had exchanged names, but Toby didn't
recall telling him where he worked. 

"You gave me your work number, remember? I looked up the name of your firm
in the phone book and here I am. Why haven't you returned any of my calls,
Toby?" 

Toby looked around Christopher, hoping to see his secretary's face.
Anything to avoid this conversation. "How did you get back here without my
secretary seeing you?" 

"It's lunchtime, Toby. She wasn't there." 

Toby looked at his watch. Damn. 

"So you going to answer the question or should I just leave?" 

"Look, I'm sorry, Chris. But I think it was a mistake." 

"A mistake? You're joking, right?" 

Toby didn't respond. Just sat there looking sheepish. 

"I seem to recall a lot of moaning coming from your end and something
along the lines of `we are so doing this again,' " he said, imitating
Toby's parting line. 

"I know, I know. And I meant it when I said it. But then came the
aftershocks. And the realization that I am not really ready to make such a
drastic lifestyle change." 

"Lifestyle change? Jesus, Toby, I'm just talking about fucking here. I'm
not proposing marriage." 

"Very funny." 

"Yeah, well, so are you with all this talk about lifestyle changes." 

"I'd never been with a man before you, Chris, and the whole thing just
scared me." 

"I thought you got over the scared part pretty good from what I saw and
heard." 

"In the then and there, yeah. But in the here and now, I'm not so sure." 

"Beecher, you know what you're problem is? You think too much. And you
make things waaaay too complicated when they're very simple. I'm hot for
you. You're hot for me. We have a good time when we fuck. We do it again.
What could be more simple?" 

Toby shook his head. It wasn't that simple for him, even though he wanted
it to be. Fucking Chris had been like nothing he'd ever experienced
before. He'd let his passion get out of control. He'd let himself want
Chris too much. "I just can't." 

"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Chris said, pushing himself away
from the doorjamb with his shoulder. "Now you just have to convince
yourself." 

"What the fuck does that mean?" 

Chris sauntered toward Toby's desk, placed his hands in the center of it
and leaned forward. He dropped his voice to a deep whisper. "It means --
you may say you don't want me anymore, but deep down inside, you know you
do. You've been aching for it to happen again. You've been dreaming about
me, Toby," he said and then moved around the desk and put his face right
up to Toby's ear. "Every time you thought about me this week - and it was
a whole bunch of times - you got hard." Toby leaned back and looked at
Chris angrily. "Just like you are right now," Chris added. 

"You are unbelievable!" 

"You going to deny it, Toby?" Chris asked, running his hand along Toby's
cheek, sending sweet shivers up the lawyer's spine. 

Toby stood abruptly, grabbing hold of Chris' wrist. "Don't," he growled
menacingly. 

Chris looked at his wrist and then smirked at Toby. Then easily breaking
free of Toby's grip, Chris twisted the lawyer's arm behind his back,
pressing himself against Toby. Then he used his free hand to stroke his
way down from Toby's shoulder, past his belly and over his hardened cock.
"What's this, Toby? A present for me?" 

"You fuck......" Toby closed his eyes, trying desperately to cling to his
resolve, but Chris' touches were setting his body on fire. "Fuck," he
whispered softly, as the delicious sensations swam through his nerves. 

"You want me to fuck you," Chris said. Not a question. Something in his
tone stirred Toby and he pushed away from Chris and turned to face him. 

"No, I told you. It was a mistake. Now get the fuck outta here." 

Chris moved toward Toby and got a small measure of satisfaction as the
lawyer stumbled trying to back away from him. Chris cornered against him a
wall, pressing his body against Toby's. "You are such a fuckin' liar
Toby," he said and began grinding his pelvis into Toby's. "You`re mine,
aren't you?" 

Toby swallowed, letting the sensation overwhelm him. "Yes," he whispered.
In that single second, he surrendered, pulling Chris' face close for a
hard kiss; his tongue plunging into his lover's hot mouth. They were
panting and grinding against each other like dogs in heat and Toby kept
thinking that he couldn't get his face close enough; couldn't get his
tongue deep enough. They kissed like they were starving for each other. 

Chris guided Toby slowly back towards his desk, kissing him all the while.
His eyes closed, Toby was alarmed when he felt Chris' touch disappear. But
he was back in a flash, his warm lips pressing a wet trail along Toby's
neck. "Where'd you go?" Toby asked absently, his head floating in the
pleasant sensations of Chris` mouth. 

"To lock the door," Chris whispered. 

"What?" Toby asked, his eyes flying open. 

"That's right, Toby, I'm going to fuck you right here; right now. I've
been aching for you all week and now I'm going to get you naked in this
office and make you cum until you scream." Toby felt a shot straight to
the groin and he knew he was helpless in the face of Chris' overwhelming
sexuality. I want to drown in him, he thought irrationally. Chris brushed
his arm across the desk, moving papers and staplers and pictures out of
the way; his other hand gripping Toby firmly at the hip. 

Then Chris was loosening his tie and then his shirt was unbuttoned. His
warm, strong hands were caressing him and making him feel like he was
floating. Chris captured his lips, nipping; tasting them; massaging them
with his agile tongue, leaving Toby breathless. Chris slipped Toby's shirt
off his shoulders, giving him teasing kisses. Then he moved down to Toby's
pants, unzipping them, sliding them down with Toby's help. And then,
finally, he was naked and Chris' eyes gazed leisurely over his lover's
sexy form. 

Chris grasped Toby's erection, stroking it slowly, remembering their
hurried coupling of a week ago. Toby's cock was thick and full and just
the right length to bring pleasure, as Chris already knew. He looked up at
his lover's face to find him leaning back against the desk, panting
breathlessly, his eyes closed. *Christ, he's sexy when he`s aroused*,
Chris thought as he scanned Toby's flushed expression. Chris made a
growling sound in the back of throat and then closed his mouth over his
lover's erection. Toby gasped and squirmed. He reached a hand up to Chris'
head and began caressing his short, bristly hair. 

Chris moved his mouth over Toby`s flushed skin, tasting and licking,
driving Toby mad. He ran his tongue the length of his lover's cock,
tracing the veins, swirling it around the head, nestling in the sensitive
groove. Toby was moaning softly, seemingly lost in the sensations. "Toby,
I love the way you taste," Chris whispered. "Chrissss," was all Toby could
manage. It was enough. 

Chris stood and Toby opened his eyes, bereft in the loss of Chris' mouth
and hands on him. But the sight he beheld was enough to make him forget
momentarily. Chris was slipping his shirt over his head, his muscular
chest revealed for Toby's eyes only. Only for me, he thought possessively.
Chris looked at Toby, his eyes hooded and smoldering with unmasked desire.
Toby took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. Chris began to sway to
some unheard music as he worked on removing his pants. 

"You want me, Toby?" he asked, his hands hovering at his zipper. Toby
could see the outline of his erection through his jeans. 

"Yes." Toby reached his hands out to Chris, who stepped back. 

"Uh uh. I want to you tell me," Chris said, finishing the zipper and
sliding his pants down. He kicked his workboots off, then his pants, and
stood there in in only his underwear. He stroked his covered erection,
still looking heatedly at Toby, who was now speechless. "Come on, baby. I
want to hear you say it." 

Jesus Christ, Toby thought, his mind muddled by lust. He began stroking
his own cock, licking his lips. His eyes were riveted on the outline of
Chris' erection. "I...uh, want you, Chris. I want you to touch me." 

"What else, Toby?" 

"What else?" Toby echoed, confused. 

"What else do you want me to do to you?" 

"I want you to suck me." 

"Suck what?" Chris teased. 

"Suck my cock." 

"Mmmmmmm. What else?" 

"Kiss me." 

"I love to kiss you, baby. What else," he asked, still rubbing his cock;
teasing Toby. 

Toby knew what Chris wanted to hear. He hesitated, but only for a moment.
"I want you to fuck me, Chris." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes," Toby said, still stroking his own erection. 

"Good answer," Chris said and stripped his underwear off, standing there
in his naked glory, letting Toby soak it all in. His skin was flushed with
heated passion, his blood-filled cock taunting Toby. 

Toby reached for him and this time Chris came to him, pressing Toby
against the desk. And then they were kissing, their chests pressed
together; their hearts pounding to the beat of their desire. Chris slipped
his hand behind Toby's hand, cradling it, his fingers lost in the curls
there. Toby's hand found Chris' penis and touched it gingerly, both afraid
of the experience and desperately wanting it. Toby's hesitancy made the
touch that much more potent for Chris. His body bucked, driving his cock
harder into Toby's hand. 

"Christ, Toby, you're driving me crazy here." 

"Chris, I want to taste you." 

Chris looked at him, eyes blue-black with lust, and nodded. He stepped
back and waited until Toby leaned forward, kneeling, flicking his tongue
out; using it to lap at the engorged head. He groaned at the first
contact, thrilled at the feel of Chris' smooth, firm flesh on his tongue.
He's hard because of me; because he wants me, Toby thought and felt a
delicious tingle run through him. The thought made him want to excite
Chris more. He went with his instincts and slipped his mouth over Chris,
sucking and sliding; up and down the shaft. Chris began moaning loudly and
Toby began to move faster. 

Chris felt like he was being pulled into a vortex of passion and desire.
He knew there was no way he could hold on much longer. He grabbed Toby's
shoulders and pushed him gently back. "Whoa, baby, hold on." 

"Am I doing something wrong?" 

"No. You're doing everything just right. So right that I'm going to
explode if you keep it up." He lifted Toby up off his knees and pressed
him back until he was lying prone on the desk, his rounded ass pressing
against the edge. Chris saw the fear in Toby's eyes and touched him gently
on the chest. "It's going to be great, baby. You wait and see." 

He knelt down to retrieve the lube from his pants pocket and squeezed some
onto his fingers. He guided Toby's legs apart and slathered the lube along
the crack of his ass, sliding a finger inside. Toby bucked at the new
sensation, not sure yet if he liked it. Chris slipped a second finger
inside, massaging and stroking inside his lover's heated hole. He leaned
down and began licking Toby's balls. Toby moaned and let his legs spread
open wantonly. Keller's tongue swirled around and down the perineum, even
as his finger continued to move inside Toby. The blond began writhing on
the desk, new and delicious delights flooding through him. 

"Fuck, Chris. That feels incredible." 

"I know, baby. Just wait, it gets better." he moved his hand deeper,
brushing his fingers against the sensitive prostate. 

Toby's whole body arched up off the desk. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" 

"Told ya," Chris said, smiling. 

"Oh God, do it again," Toby said breathlessly. 

"Your wish is my command," Chris teased, moving his fingers again. 

"ohgodohgodohgod," Toby keened. 

Chris removed his fingers and stood up, moving his hips in between Toby's
legs. "You ready?" 

"I don't know." 

"Trust me?" 

"Yeah." 

Chris pulled Toby's legs around his waist and pressed the head of cock
against his lover's opening, pushing slowly. 

Toby hissed. "Chris, stop." 

"I did, Toby. Don't worry. Your muscles'll relax in a minute." Chris began
stroking Toby's softening shaft again, trying to keep his mind off the
pain and his nervousness. Soon, Toby was hard again and Chris felt his
muscles loosen. He drove the rest of the way in one swift move and stopped
as Toby gasped. 

"You okay, baby?" Chris asked, his hands caressing Toby's skin tenderly. 

"I think so." Toby looked a little stunned still. 

"Want me to keep going?" Chris asked, a devilish grin on his face. 

Toby nodded and Chris leaned over and kissed him hard. Chris began to move
his hips again slowly as their tongues tangled together. Toby wrapped his
arms around Chris' neck, pulling him closer. He hugged his legs around
Chris' waist. "You feel great, Toby," Chris said. 

"Tell me." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

"You're squeezing me so tight, Toby. I can feel it everywhere. It`s like
every nerve in my body is connected straight my cock. I love fucking you."


"Oh God, yesss," Toby hissed, using his legs to pull Chris towards him. 

"Do you like it when I fuck you, Toby?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you want me to go deeper?" 

"Mmmmmmmmm," Toby moaned, as Chris drove his cock further inside Toby and
then pulled almost all the way out. 

"Faster." 

"Does it feel good?" Chris asked, still deliberately moving slowly to
prolong the pleasure. 

Toby could only nod. 

Chris pressed his hands under Toby's ass, lifting the firms globes
slightly and slammed home again. He knew he hit Toby's prostate when he
howled, "Chrissssss!" 

"Hold on, baby, cause I'm going to do it again." He slid out slowly and
lifted one hand to Toby's cock. He stroked it at the same time he drove
back inside Toby again. Toby shuddered and bucked. He made a
gasping-choking sound and then came all over Chris' hand and his own
belly. The aftershocks spread to Chris and he began to move faster inside
Toby. 

Toby was still moaning as Chris continued to brush over his prostate. His
body was still tingling despite being spent. Toby's relaxed muscles
allowed Chris to drive himself even deeper inside of Toby, who was
completely lost in pure sensation. Then, without warning, Chris pulled
out, spraying his come all over Toby`s belly and chest, searing him. Toby
shuddered at the sensation. 

"Oh my God. Oh God, Chris." 

"Good, huh, baby?" 

"Oh my God," Toby repeated, still breathing hard and having a hard time
believing he had just gotten fucked and loved it. 

"Got a handkerchief?" Chris asked, slipping out of his lover. 

Toby nodded and got off the desk to retrieve his suit jacket. As he handed
Chris the handkerchief, he surveyed the room. "My god look at this mess,"
he said, noting the papers on the floor, the scattered clothes, and the
splatters of come on his desk. 

"Yeah, well, maybe if you hadn't been playing hard to get, we could have
done this somewhere else. Next time -- you and me, my place, no time
constraints, no distractions. I'm going to fuck you in the bedroom, the
living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen. Any objections?" Chris used
the handkerchief to clean up Toby's torso and then his own. 

Toby looked dazed as he watched. He shook his head in reply to Chris'
question and then began to get dressed. Chris followed suit. Toby began
cleaning up the mess on the floor, but hadn't gotten very far when Chris
grabbed his arm and hauled him up for a heated kiss. 

"Next time I call, you'd better answer." 

Toby nodded, kissing him back. They both got dressed quickly. 

After another warm kiss, Chris sauntered to the door to unlock it and Toby
kept his eyes focused on his lover's retreating ass, so firm and shapely
in the jeans. 

Chris turned one last time, winking at Toby before disappearing into the
hallway. Toby sighed and smiled, then turned to clean up his desk.  Please
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