Tulips Interlude 4C
Ringing in the New
Disclaimer: I know they belong to Alliance. Stop rubbing
It was New Year's Eve, and instead of going to the Agency party or
spending time with friends, Victor Mansfield and Mac Ramsey were happily
curled up together at home, wearing comfortable, casual clothes. "Are
you sure you don't mind staying in?" Vic was a little nervous since he
knew Mac was a lot more social than he was.
Mac sighed, smiled and kissed his lover. "How many times do I have
to tell you, love? This is our first New Year's Eve together, and I want to
spend it with you. Next year we'll party with the whole planet."
Vic smiled and settled back against Mac in their bedroom window seat.
They both returned their attention to the display on their street.
Fletcher's house next door didn't sport anything so ordinary as regular
Christmas lights. Oh no, instead he had set up a series of floodlights but
not in red and green as anyone else would do. Roy seemed to think that
pastel-colored lights better expressed the spirit of the season. Vic
personally thought they looked more appropriate to Easter than Christmas,
but each to his own. And then there was Katey and Kenny's life-size nativity
scene on their other side. The statue of the Virgin Mary had apparently been
selected to exactly match the blue of their house. And for some reason no
one could fathom, there was an elf included in the scene. Elsewhere along
the street were glowing menorahs, Kwanzaa displays, decorated trees, twinkle
lights, chaser lights, lit up Santas, Frosties, Rudolfs, candy canes,
soldiers, sleighs, everything imaginable. Not to be outdone, Mac had strung
strands of the new icicle lights that were so popular this year from the
eaves and decorated the evergreen in the front yard with hundreds of
Now the two men sat in the darkness looking out at the neighborhood's
display. For the first time ever, they felt like they really belonged
somewhere. They had each other, a house in the suburbs, neighbors, in short
an ordinary, middle-class life. And for excitement they had their jobs as
Nestled in Mac's arms, Vic had never been happier in his life. He rubbed
his head against Mac's shoulder like a contented cat, and the younger man
responded by dropping a kiss on top of his head. Mac's hands were also busy,
delving under Vic's sweater to caress the familiar contours of his chest and
flicking over his nipples. Mac stopped to probe the left nipple, feeling the
ornament Vic wore to try to decide which one it was by touch. Today it was
the ring again with the small charm in the shape of an M.
Vic shifted against Mac, practically purring in contentment, and he could
feel Mac's growing erection nudge his ass. He glanced around hurriedly,
making sure that there were no lights on in the house to make them visible.
When he was assured of their invisibility, Vic made short work of removing
his jeans and reached behind him to unfasten Mac's pants and push them out
of the way. That done he probed under the mass of cushions until he found
the tube of lubricant they kept there, which he then handed to Mac.
They had no way of knowing that Fletcher had noticed their propensity for
making love in the window seat and that his Christmas present to himself had
been a pair of night vision binoculars. He had a comfortable chair set up
with a perfect view of the window, and he was settled in to watch them
again. It was his new hobby.
Mac laughed shakily and applied the lube to himself, then prepared Vic.
He took his time over Vic, stroking the slick over him, circling the tight
ring of muscle that waited for his touch, slowly sliding one finger inside
him and working it around, then adding a second and finally a third finger.
By then Vic was moaning with pleasure and bucking back against Mac's
fingers, desperately seeking more. Mac pulled out, ignoring Vic's protests
and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to Vic's body.
Vic raised himself slightly and sank down onto Mac, sighing hoarsely at
the pleasure of being filled. He shifted his hips, gasping as Mac pressed
against his prostate, arching back against his lover. He began to move more
rapidly, thrusting back onto Mac and pulling away, crying Mac's name as he
Mac let Vic control their pace while he brought one hand around to caress
his cock and the other played with Vic's nipples. He still loved how
sensitive they were and could spend hours teasing Vic. Vic's increasing pace
let him know that his lover was getting close as did the shudders rippling
through him, and he speeded up his motions on Vic's cock.
The dual sensations of Mac's cock in him and Mac's hands on him were
enough to push Victor over the edge, and his spasms of pleasure carried Mac
Seeing Vic's cum spurt over the window, pulsing from his cock, was enough
to make Roy come as well. Of course the hand he was jerking himself with
Vic sank back against Mac again, still joined, luxuriating in his lover's
embrace. He loved these moments after they'd come when they were still part
of each other and it felt like nothing in the universe could ever separate
Mac tightened his grip on Vic, never wanting to let him go. Finally
though, he felt himself slip out of Vic, sighed and turned the older man
around in his arms. They shared a loving kiss before slowly climbing to
their feet and pulling their clothes back on.
"Come on, love, it's after 11:00. Let's go downstairs, start a fire,
put on some music and break out the champagne," Vic suggested.
Mac smiled back. "Sounds like a great idea."
A few minutes later they'd put their plan into effect and were sitting on
the floor in front of the fireplace, with a wine bucket, a bottle of
champagne and two glasses beside them. Mac opened the champagne and handed a
glass to Vic, blushing when he met his lover's gaze as they both remembered
the last time Vic had taken a champagne glass Mac had filled.
Vic grinned, took a sip and said, "Very nice, but not nearly as good
as the last -- vintage."
Mac blushed more deeply but met Vic's grin with his own. "I still
can't believe you did that. In public. In front of Li Ann."
Vic shrugged. "I wanted you." As if that was all that needed to
"Well, now it's my turn," Mac smiled salaciously.
Vic eyed him nervously, wondering just what he had in mind. At least
there was no one around to see it.
Mac pounced on Vic, kissing him and slowly stripping his clothes away
while licking and nibbling each newly exposed bit of flesh. He paid
particular attention to the nipple when he reached it, as always enjoying
the contrast in texture between the pebbled flesh and the hard metal warmed
by Vic's own body heat. He lapped at the nipple with long strokes of his
tongue, tugged at it with his teeth, sucked it into his mouth for long
moments while he flicked the ring with a fingertip.
Vic arched under Mac's ministrations, whimpering with pleasure. He gasped
when Mac pulled away to stare down at him. "What?"
"You're so beautiful. Sometimes I still can't believe you're
mine," Mac said softly.
"We belong to each other, love," Victor responded, green eyes
glowing with love and lust.
Mac smiled down at the older man and reached over to grab the champagne
bottle. Never taking his eyes from Vic's, he poured a measure of the cold
liquid into Vic's navel, chuckling at his gasp before returning the bottle
to its bed of ice in the wine bucket. Then Mac leaned down, his tongue
flickering out to lap up some of the wine. Slowly, with many teasing flicks
of his tongue that nearly drove Vic mad, Mac drank all the champagne he'd
poured onto his lover. He grabbed the bottle again, taking a swig of
champagne into his mouth and sliding down to settle between Vic's legs. He
drew the head of Vic's cock into his mouth, allowing a few rivulets of
champagne to run down the length, but careful to prevent the balance from
spilling from his mouth.
Vic cried out at the dual sensations of Mac's warm mouth wrapped around
him and the tingling of the wine's bubbles on the sensitive head. His hips
arched uncontrollably, thrusting him deeper into Mac's mouth, while he
clutched at Mac, combing his fingers through silky hair. When Mac started
swallowing the champagne in his mouth, shortly followed by Vic, he nearly
screamed at the pleasure. Mac pulled off to get another mouthful of wine,
moving down to Vic's balls and the sensitive perineum which he teased with
small quantities of the effervescent wine. Vic whimpered at the sensation.
"Please, Mac," he moaned, "I need you inside me now."
His hips thrust up at Mac for emphasis, and he writhed wantonly beneath his
Mac swallowed what wine remained in his mouth and shifted into position
over his lover. "Open your eyes, Victor." Mac's tone made it clear
that he wasn't moving till Vic did as he asked.
Heavy lashes fluttered, and slits of glowing green appeared as Vic
attempted to focus on Mac.
"Look," with a nod at the clock in the corner, "it's
midnight. Happy New Year, love."
As Vic opened his mouth to respond, Mac slid inside him, his passage
eased by the lubrication from their earlier session upstairs. Vic's New
Year's wish came out as an incoherent whimper as he felt himself filled once
again. Mac began thrusting in earnest, plunging in and out of Victor,
drawing continuous moans and whimpers from the older man.
Firelight gilded both bodies, defining each muscle as they flexed, arched
together, trying to get ever closer. Despite the nearly unbearable pleasure,
both men kept their eyes open, baring their souls to each other as the
tension mounted. Never faltering in his rhythm, Mac leaned down to claim
Vic's mouth in a possessive kiss, his tongue thrusting into the warm haven
offered in time with the strokes of his lower body. As he felt himself
drawing near the brink, Mac reared up, eyes once again locking on Vic's, and
he cried his lover's name as he came deep inside, feeling the pulsation of
Vic's body as he exploded at nearly the same instant.
After an endless moment locked together, Mac carefully withdrew from
Victor and stretched out beside him on the floor cushions. As he expected,
Vic rolled over to drape himself over him in his favorite position. Mac
wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep anymore without Vic lying on top of him.
They both dozed in the warmth generated by the fire, enjoying their
closeness and not feeling any urge to move upstairs.
Suddenly their lethargy was shattered by the sound of the doorbell. They
stared at each other in bemusement, wondering who on earth would be at the
door at barely half an hour after midnight on New Year's Eve, New Year's Day
Since he was on top, Vic rolled to his feet, stopping just long enough to
step into his jeans before heading to the door. He opened it only to stare
in total shock.
"Alice? What are you doing here?"
"Allegra." Vic glared at his sister for her non-reply,
prompting her to add, "I graduated from the program, Moose, and I came
"Home? Here? You can't stay here, Ali- Allegra."
"Would you prefer that I arrange for her to return to your parents'
home, Mr. Mansfield?" The Director stepped out of the shadows.
"Of course not!"
"Hey! Doesn't what I think count?"
"No." The Director and Vic achieved perfect unison.
Vic sighed, knowing that once again, he had no choice. "Okay, you
can stay here, Allegra."
The Director smiled with her usual saccharine sweetness. "Happy New
Year, Victor. And extend my wishes to Mac as well." And she left.
Vic sighed again, drawing his teenaged sister inside the house and
shutting the door.
Hearing the door close, Mac appeared in the doorway, still naked.
"Hey, Vic, who was at the..." Seeing Allegra, who regarded him
with interest, he trailed off, vanishing back into the living room for a
moment to reappear wearing his slacks.
"Hey, Mac, Allegra needs a place to stay, and I said it would be
okay for her to stay here."
Mac stared at his lover in disbelief, but seeing that he was serious,
nodded his approval. Of course Vic's sister could stay with them. Too bad
that meant they'd have to be a little more discreet about their lovemaking.
"Thanks, guys. You don't know how much I appreciate this. There was
no way I wanted to go back to Mom and Dad's."
"No problem," Vic lied, moving over to stand beside Mac, who
put his arm around him. Both men stared at the teenager, wondering just how
they'd suddenly become parents and how this was going to affect their lives.
~ Happy New Year! ~
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