Tulips Interlude 3A:
Welcome to the Neighborhood
Orithain
November 1998
Disclaimer: They still belong to Alliance - darn it!
Vic looked around in satisfaction from his position sprawled on the couch
in the living room. Every room was painted-none of them white!-and all the
unpacking and moving to storage was done. He and Mac were settled into their
new home. He shook his head in disbelief. If someone had told him a month
ago that he would be living with Mac Ramsey, in love with the guy,
he'd have held that person at gunpoint until they could be taken to the
nearest facility for the criminally insane.
Mac wandered into the room at that moment, toweling his hair and wearing
only a towel wrapped around his hips.
Vic couldn't quite figure out why Mac hadn't stopped for some clothes
before coming back downstairs, but he was certainly enjoying the results. In
fact, his own jeans were becoming much too tight, a fact Mac quickly
noticed.
"Glad to see me, love?" Mac smirked at the other man.
Vic grinned back and held out a hand to his lover. Before Mac could
accept the invitation, they were interrupted by the doorbell. Since he was
the only one actually wearing clothes, Vic went to see who it was.
When Vic opened the door, he found himself faced with a veritable horde
of people. Before he could say a word, the 30-something woman in the
forefront thrust a casserole dish into his hands.
"Welcome to the neighborhood! I'm Katey Henderson, chairperson of
the neighborhood welcome wagon this year." The perky blonde then
introduced the other six men and women on the doorstep. "We wanted to
invite you to a barbecue at my house tomorrow night to meet everyone."
Catching sight of Mac peering around the corner, Katey amended, "You
and your partner, of course."
Mac managed a sickly grin and small wave before vanishing back into the
living room.
Not knowing what else to do, Vic accepted the invitation, hoping that
would make the invaders go away.
"Oh goodie!" Katey actually bounced with pleasure, her blonde
ponytail bobbing up and down. "But I didn't catch your name."
"Sorry. I'm Victor Mansfield, and my partner is Mac Ramsey."
"Great to meet you, Victor. We'll look forward to seeing you
tomorrow night. By the way, my house is the robin's egg blue one next
door." With a jaunty wave, Katey bounced away, her entourage in tow.
Vic wandered back into the living room where he found Mac convulsed with
laughter. Shaking his head in disbelief, Vic dropped back onto the sofa he'd
recently vacated. Finally noticing he still clutched the casserole dish to
his chest, he put it down on the coffee table. Mac finally regained control
enough to speak coherently. "So those were the neighbors?"
Vic looked at him, still half in shock. "Apparently so. I feel like
we've wandered into a Stepford movie."
"Let's go upstairs, lover. I want to get this bandage off and see
how the tattoo came out."
Vic suddenly felt much more alert. With a quick detour to the kitchen
(Vic thought again how much he liked the cheery effect of the yellow walls
and natural oak cabinets) to put the casserole in the fridge, the two men
headed up to their bedroom. Dropping his towel, Mac lay down on their brand
new bed (both men had agreed they didn't want memories of former lovers in their
bedroom), waiting for Vic to remove the bandage.
Vic stood for a moment simply admiring the beauty of his lover spread out
before him. He decided that removing Mac's bandage could more easily be
accomplished if he, too, were naked and dropped his jeans and T-shirt on top
of Mac's discarded towel before crawling up the bed.
Feeling Vic's skin against his own, Mac twisted around partially to meet
Vic's eyes. "Wanna tell me how come you had to undress to peel this
gauze off me?" Mac sported a huge grin.
"I just wanted to be ready in case something...came up."
Mac groaned at Vic's truly terrible pun, even while he arched up for more
contact with his lover's body.
"After all," Vic continued, "you said you wanted me to be
able to see my mark on you while I was inside you. I thought we should give
it a test run."
This time Mac's response was closer to a whimper.
Vic pressed the younger man flat on the bed, slithering back down a bit
to be able to reach his ass comfortably. He licked around the bandage for a
little while, prompting a great deal of squirming from his partner. Vic
decided to have fun with this, starting to scrape at the adhesive with his
teeth. When Mac's writhing threatened to interfere with his plans, Vic
nipped the cheek warningly.
After Mac subsided as much as he could with all the stimulation he was
getting, Vic continued his efforts. Soon he managed to pry up a corner of
the bandage, and gripping it in his teeth, yanked it off with a savage jerk
of his head.
Mac flinched slightly, but he was so excited the slight pain just made
him want Victor all the more. On top of everything else, he could feel Vic's
nipple ring, the one bearing Mac's initial, pressing into his thigh.
"Well? How did it turn out?"
Vic traced the outline of the tattoo with his tongue, pausing to nibble
on the tempting flesh from time to time. "It looks great, Mac. Now I know
this relationship is forever. You'll never be able to have another lover
without him seeing my mark on you."
"Did you ever doubt it?" Mac peered over his shoulder.
"Neither of us is great at the hearts and flowers thing, but I thought
you knew. I intend to wake up beside you for the rest of my life. I love
you, Victor Mansfield." Mac's heart was in his eyes when he met Vic's
gaze, and Vic knew he'd never doubt him again.
"I love you, too, Mac. Now let me show you how much." With
that, Vic settled in to drive Mac crazy. With a final lick at the tattoo, God,
I love seeing my initial on him! I never knew I could be so possessive. I never
felt like this with Li Ann. Vic turned his attention to the ring of
muscle waiting for him. He felt Mac tense with pleasure when he traced it
with just the tip of his tongue, then licked the length of the crack. He
repeated the action several times until Mac cried out.
"Damn it, Vic, stop teasing me! I need you inside me now!"
"Like this?" Vic asked before probing at the hole with his
tongue, pushing inside.
Mac pushed back, trying to get more pressure, but it wasn't enough. He
wailed Vic's name in near desperation.
Hearing the wildness of Mac's cry, Vic decided it was time to stop
teasing. He quickly grabbed the lube from the nightstand and applied it to
both of them. He slid into Mac in one long, smooth glide.
Mac let out a guttural cry and pushed up onto all fours to get more
leverage. They settled into a hard, fast rhythm designed to get them off
quickly, neither man up to a long, gentle session.
Vic absently noted that he did, in fact, have a great view of his mark on
Mac as he thrust in and out. He whispered that in Mac's ear while reaching
around to pump the other man's straining erection. The combination of Vic's
words, his hot breath on Mac's ear, his hand on his cock and the feeling of
his erect nipples and that ring on his back in addition to the sensation of
him stroking into his ass made Mac come.
The sight, sound and feel of Mac's orgasm was enough for Vic, and he came
deep inside his lover.
Settling onto the other side of the bed, away from the wet spot, with Vic
draped over him as usual, Mac muttered, "I really hope the neighbors
didn't hear that."
The following night Vic and Mac stood in a corner of the Hendersons' back
yard, wondering if they should stand back to back in defense against their
new neighbors. In addition to Katey, who they expected to bring out pompoms
and start cheering any minute, and her husband Kenny (Isn't that cute,
Katey and Kenny? Vic thought sarcastically), there were the Montagues
from four houses down. The entire family dressed all in black and had a
morbid preoccupation with death. Mac was considering introducing the
daughter to the Cleaners.
Seeing Mr. Montague heading toward them, Mac whispered, "If he says
his name's Gomez, I'm outta here!" Fortunately, Mr. Montague was
distracted by his wife's call and headed in her direction.
Then there was Mrs. Zaminsky, an eightyish orange-haired lady with white
roots who apparently hadn't been sober since D-Day. In the hour since Vic
and Mac arrived, she'd screeched at everyone to come see her new pepper
spray, wristwatch, support hose, and birdhouse, which she seemed to be
wearing on her head. Katey had warned them to keep a close eye on any pets
they might have, as Mrs. Zaminsky believed mice ran into her house every
time the door was opened, so she had large strips of some sticky stuff in
front of her doors. Every pet in the neighborhood had had to be pried loose
at one time or another.
Just when they thought it couldn't get any worse, Vic looked up and
choked on his beer. Following his gaze, Mac stared in horror. Coming toward
them was Mrs. Montague's brother Rex, and on his arm was...the Director.
After sending Rex off to get her a drink, the Director linked an arm with
each of the men. "I had a fascinating chat with some of your neighbors,
boys. It seems I'll have to nominate you for 'strongest vocal cords'."
NEVER THE END
BTW, weird as she sounds, except for the name and actual purchases,
Mrs. Zaminsky really exists. She's not my neighbor (thank god!), but Nic really
did live down the hall from her.
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