Ouch! This is it, Varick. What you been waiting for. He gave an inward groan feeling the warm fan of breath across his face and instinctually feeling Thomas' meaning.
 
Following into the office Chris took as seat across the desk from where Thomas sat booting up the PC, cutting his eyes to him to offer a warm smile from time to time. Chris was content to just watch him, shrugging out of his jacket, nimble fingers flying across the keys, chewing his bottom lip when he ran into something not quite right.
 
"Have you been here long? One of Michael's boys?" Thomas asked, a slight flush creeping into his cheeks.
 
"Almost two years," he answered, curious. "Michael's boys?"
 
"Never mind, it's none of my business." He turned back to the illuminated screen. Chris could see he was desperately trying not to be distracted, trying to avoid looking at him.
 
"Come on, man. Michael's boys?" he questioned, leaning forward hands on his knees.
 
"Yeah, the ones he parties with. Takes to the islands for weekend sessions. You knew he was into.....Yeah, sure you did." Chris could see Thomas' hands were shaking as he went back to punching at the keys, less than graceful now.
 
"No. I didn't know." He shook his head, the ghost of a smile forming on his lips. "You gotta a problem with his choices? Seems like it bothers you mentioning it."
 
"No." The simple reply was all he got from the other man on the subject. Time passed them by as Chris engaged him in one subject or another, not noticing the night passing them by. Thomas worked and Chris talked, there were moments he managed to make Thomas laugh and the sound cut through Chris like a rusty knife and it was then that he made a decision. When finally Thomas finally finished with the PC and stood, so did Chris, moving to intercept him. But Thomas stood there leaning against the desk, waiting. Waiting for what? Chris hoped like hell he had the right answer. Stepping closer, hesitating, he molded his torso against Thomas. Chris' lips gently caressed his, quickly turning hungry and searching
as the other man reached out trying to draw him closer. Thomas moaned against him as he traced the portal to the warmth of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Chris was just coming alive, really feeling the reaction of his body the way it should be felt with the right person when Thomas opened his mouth in invitation. His tongue delved inside, tasting, exploring the wet hollow, pulling Thomas into his mouth to experience the same heightened sensations as he. Moments passed, pulling at one anothers lips when Chris moaned feeling Thomas' erection rub against his own ... painfully throbbing, needing attention. Thomas had been the one to break the momentum, pulling back from Chris. Wonder and fear filled his eyes.  He wasn't ready Chris realized.
 
"Some other time." Chris smiled and turning walked out of the office, ready to slam his fist into the first thing that he came in contact with, but he restrained the impulse.
 
That had been the first and last intimate contact with Thomas Anderson. After Morpheus woke him, he learned that Thomas was Neo, the hacker, the one. He had volunteered to watch him, monitor him, every chance that Morpheus presented. He knew the elder man suspected there was something besides duty motivating him. Morpheus seemed to know everything so it didn't surprise him when he broached the subject of his fascination with Neo, warning him.
 
"You know, Trinity will fight you for him. She believes he's for her," Morpheus said, as he approached on main deck of Nebuchadnezzar.
 
"Yeah, I know. What should....." he began, running a hand over his smooth head.
 
"That I can't tell you." He pinned Chris with a serious stare. "But I will not stand by and see him become a contest between the two of you. He will not be hurt."
 
"Got it." Chris eased into the chair opposite Morpheus, watching the lines of coding stream by, the matrix simplified.
 
"He'd never be just a contest. Not for me."
 
Morpheus seemed to consider his words for a moment and then nodded.
 
Now here he was making his way across the club to follow Trinity through the side excite. Damn! He despised following her anywhere, they were barely civil to one another most of the time and being sent with her was hell. The only thing that redeemed the experience was seeing Neo's face close once more as he passed.
 
Outside the club they began to move into the shadows of the alley. Time to get to the window before Smith and other agents showed up. But before he'd taken more than a half dozen steps into the alleyway the club door burst open from the inside. Chris with Trinity by his side automatically adapted a defensive posture, ready to fight, ready to flee if need be. But it was Neo that appeared through the door.
 
"Chris?" he called, music spilling out into the alley with him.
 
"Yeah, Thomas. It's me." He relaxed and glanced to Trinity to see her glaring at him. He moved to separate the distance between them.
 
"I didn't think...." Neo began, glancing nervously at the woman.
 
Chris turned on her. "Wait for me on the sidewalk." He waited for her to comply, she was going to balk he could see it. "Just fuckin do it, Trinity."
 
Turning, she strode into the shadows and he turned back to Neo.  "Been a while."
 
"Yeah, I tried to find you. Michael wasn't much help. Neither was that friend of yours, Seth." Neo moved closer, concern and tightly controlled fear mirrored in his eyes.
 
"I went my own way, Thomas."  He smiled, sighing as finally the other man was within arms length. Reaching out he, pulled him against his chest.  To his relief Neo allowed it, seemed to even relax for a moment. His head tilted up to meet Chris' eyes and was he was shocked to see the depth of hunger there. Without realizing it his lips gravitated towards Neo's consuming them, tasting, mapping the hot interior. They spent several moment locked against one another and then Chris found himself being shoved back by surprisingly strong arms, rough brick biting into his back even through the leather jacket. Neo was on his knees in front of him, one trembling hand tugging at the thin belt around his waist, the other caressing the very noticeable erection tenting the front of his pants. Neo knew just how to give attention, to stroke him through the fabric, knowing how to produce that low throaty moan from him.
 
Trinity hadn't moved any farther than the inky shadows close to the opposite building. She stood arms crossed under her heavy chest, eyes narrowed, watching the two, seething. Neo was supposed to be hers ... she'd seen it. The Oracle had told her so. Now, Chris was threating to ruin it all for her, for Neo. He wasn't one of them, not really, not in her mind anyway.
 
"Oh. Christ." Chris fingers trailed down across Neo's cheek, feeling cool air rush against his skin, warm breath that tickled the enflamed head of his cock. It was sobering, brought him back to where he was and with who.
 
"Thomas....." he began, gently pushing the other man back.
 
What had she expected? she asked herself, gaping at the pair framed in a circle of light from a naked bulb above the club exit. But she couldn't deny watching the two sent a slow warmth seeping between her thighs. And that only increased her anger. Watching them wasn't suppose to create this ache, but it had. Drawn from the hypnotic sight, she heard the skid of tires on wet pavement at the entrance to the alley.  Twisting her head, she saw the black sedan with windows just as dark. It was Smith.
 
"OUT!" she shouted, already in motion.
 
Chris' head shot up, a groan of frustration and he was extracting himself from Neo in earnest.  "I have to go, Neo. I can wait for you. I will wait for you."  Righting himself, he followed Trinity as she flew back through the door of the club.
 
Neo stood, crestfallen at loosing Chris again just when he thought he'd found him. The night spun wildly in front of his eyes and was gone, replaced with the shrill buzz of his alarm clock.
 
 
 

 
 
Part 2
 
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The city buildings created a shadowed canyon on the streets below. The mock sun refused to stretch its artificial beams to the pavement below the building and the wind whipped through with chilling effect. Chris sat in the sleek viper outside the CorTech building, waiting. Glancing at his watch, he knew that very soon Smith would be entering Neo's office, looking for him, looking for information Neo didn't have,
not yet. Above, Morpheus should be leading him way from Smith via the cell phone that had just been delivered.
 
"Listen to him, Neo," Chris whispered, his head dropping back to the head rest.
 
Above, Neo had made his way to the empty office overlooking the street far below. He listened to the voice on the phone, followed the instructions, and fear stopped him from following through. He was outside, the wind threatening to rip him from the ledge where he stood. He shimmied back inside and a moment later he was being hauled back through the outer office by men in crisp suits. They looked like
government men, he thought. In the elevator, through the lobby, and he was out on the street being hauled into a black sedan.
 
"Where.....?" he stuttered, as the men shoved him inside.
 
The car ahead of them sped away, Chris shouting obscenities until he his throat hurt. He'd had so much hope that Smith wouldn't get his hands on him, wouldn't hurt Neo like he knew he could.  There was no doubt that the woman ahead of him on the fast Honda was just as frustrated, just as concerned. Trinity sped through the streets at break neck speed managing a series of twists and turns through traffic. If he
didn't know better he'd think she had some kind death wish. Chris tried desperately to push down the emotions that shot through him, instead focusing on the next opportunity to intercept Neo, give him the answers that Morpheus made clear he was searching for.
 
*************
 
To say he was scared was an understatement. He was terrified. The possibilities as to his fate was too much to even think about. If the suits were onto him they would know all about his hacking activity, would have the evidence piled up, ready to bury him with it.
 
He bolted upright in bed, hand clutching at his stomach.  Another nightmare. He had no idea there were no nightmares, only patch work memories of waking moments, his mind replaying agents accusing him, a mouth gone silent because it was no longer there. The creature, the metallic creature that invaded his body, boring inside with a searing pain.
 
The phone was ringing near his head. Reaching for it, he heard the familiar voice at the other end explaining only the smallest of details, telling him to get up and where to go. The Adams street bridge. He was up and on the move before the voice faded from his head. Fear rushed through him when the black sedan pulled along side him, just like the nightmare, being hauled inside the yawning hole of the black car.
 
***********
 
Chris hurried to push out of the car, noticing Neo looked ready to bolt. The rain falling in heavy sheets around him soaked him to the skin. He motioned to Neo, ready to give chase if he refused, to persuade him. Undoubtedly Morpheus would disapprove of the tactic but Chris didn't intend to let him out of his sight again. He wouldn't give Smith another shot at him.
 
"Neo, trust me." He inclined his head toward the car as the other man stood and stared. It was done, Neo was making a dive for the interior of the car and Chris followed. He gave an inward groan as he saw switch, gun pointed directly at Neo.
 
"Switch!" he shouted, grabbing for the gun.
 
"For our own safety, Cable," she said, addressing him with the name that Morpheus had seemingly pulled out of thin air for him.
 
"Copper top here poses a real threat to our well being." She leveled the gun back a Neo.
 
"I don't understand. What's happening?" Neo cut his eyes between Chris and Trinity on either side of him.
 
"Just relax, Neo," Trinity instructed, removing the extractor from the floor of the car. "This has to be done as much for you as for us." She gave him an apologetic glance, then nodding to Chris.
 
Chris reached out and with one grasping jerk ripped Neo's shirt open exposing his chest and stomach. Holding him in place, Chris tried to be as gentle as possible, sorry that it was even necessary. Trinity glanced at him, a warning in her eyes, and then she secured the mechanism to the area around his naval. There was a moment of tension, Neo's scream, and the small leech like creature was gone from his body.
 
"Jesus Christ! That thing was real?"
 
******************
 
Chris waited for hours on end, not eating, not sleeping, just waiting for Neo. He'd been kept away from Neo's meeting with Morpheus.  It had been explained to him that there couldn't be any influence on Neo. Chris was a possible influence and while everyone suspected it, Morpheus knew it. So, he had been reduced to waiting, finally being allowed in as they worked on Neo's long atrophied muscles. He paced
nearby as Morpheus and Dozer worked over the lean, pale body. All he wanted to do was touch him, touch Neo.  It was a physical pain everytime he looked at the other man. Then he heard it, thin, scratchy, but growing stronger.
 
"Why do my eyes hurt?" Neo was asking, looking up expectantly to Morpheus.
 
"Because you've never used them before," was his answer, Morpheus glancing over his shoulder to Chris. Neo turned his head as much as he was able too and Chris gave him a reassuring smile.
 
"How you feeling, Neo?" he asked drawing closer, and then wanting to chew off his own tongue for asking such a stupid question, knowing what kinda hell waking up felt like.
 
"Been better." Neo gave him a watery smile, his eyes already growing heavy again.
 
"Yeah, I remember. Just rest and do what Morpheus tells ya. I'll be here when you're feeling better," Chris responded just as Neo's eyes slipped closed. Then Chris had to turn away as Dozer lifted the plyer like instrument and began to remove the circular connection ports on his body, some nothing more than grotesque IV sites. His hand went automatically to the back of his thick neck, touching the metallic circle there.
 
**************
 
The light was kept low in Neo's quarters, minimizing his discomfort when he was thrown into the wakeful world again. Just enough light that shadowed everything to Chris, everything but the man below his hands. Neo lay on his stomach stretched along the length of the bunk below. Chris' hands traveled along his shoulders kneading the sore muscles below the bulky sweater covering his torso, and lower down his arms producing a half sigh half moan. Chris smiled, knowing even if Neo wasn't fully awake he could feel the attention given to him.
 
Trinity chose that moment to intrude, bring food that wasn't wanted or needed. A war was waged in that small space without a word being said, her eyes snapping with fiery hatred and Chris' returning the sentiment with equal zeal.
 
She sat the food beside the bunk, balanced on a make shift table. "I don't think you should be in here. You'll just confuse him," she spat, daring to push Chris' hands aside.
 
"And you won't?" he asked, remaining where he was, blocking her way to full access of Neo.
 
"No. He didn't know me before he was awakened. You were just a possible part of his past." She straightened, her jaw clenched tight the way that only the most intense rage can do.
 
"I'm part of his possible future too, Trin. You forget that? You don't think I'm just going to move over and let you force something that's not what he wants or needs do you?" A sedate smile settled on his lips.
 
"You son of a bitch!" she hissed, crossing her arms across her chest.
 
Chris stood clamping his hand around her arm and hauling her out into the corridor. "You got something to say you can say it here. Don't subject him to your shit," Chris leaned in growling.
 
"He'll know! You can't hide that from him. You're not one of us. Not really. You're a walking talking accident. If you hadn't happened to stumble on Neo's little breach. You'd never be here. Just because you're as curious as him doesn't mean you're as good." Trinity rambled on, not seeing the gathering that was forming. Chris simply stood and took it, saying nothing in his defense.
 
"Isn't she the queen bitch of the moment," Cypher whispered to mouse, who promptly began snickering. No one heard Morpheus until he was on top of them, voice calm but stern.
 
"Enough. This isn't solving anything. It's simply wasted time and energy both of which we can not spare. Trinity, help tank load the jump programs. Cable......" Chris whipped his head toward Morpheus. "Continue to monitor Neo. When he is awake and can move around bring him to the main deck."
 
Chris nodded, moving silently back into Neo's quarters easing down, his back against the bunk, enduring more waiting. At some point he drifted into a restless sleep, broken apart when he felt the feathery touches across his scalp. Turning slowly she saw that Neo was awake, eyes clear and questioning.
 
"Are you real or am I dreaming again?" he asked, blinking quickly.
 
"I'm real." Chris managed to push the words past the lump in his throat. "Thought I was the boogyman huh?" A ghost of a smile floated across his face, afraid to hear what Neo really had dreamed of.
 
"No. You were the only one I recognized in the dream." He sighed, leaning up on one arm. Chris was quick to place a steadying hand on his shoulder when he looked like he would sink onto his back again. "Easy, kid. It's gonna take you awhile to come around." Chris let his hand trail down the other man's back and feeling him shiver in response. His mind spun feeling the same flow of excitement between
them as he had in Michael's office, in the alleyway. Trinity can go to hell, he decided.  Neo was worth the fight.
 
Hours later Neo shuffled after Chris to the main deck where he was promptly strapped into a chair, Morpheus beside him. There was something cold being placed against the back of his neck and then a quick prick and he was gone, materializing in a place he didn't recognize. But Morpheus was quick to clear all that up, explaining how they had burned the sky, how they had killed everything but the machines they intended to, how many years had fell into one another, and finally how humans were bio organic power plants.
 
He was screaming as his eyes snapped wide. "Get this thing outta me!"
 
"Hey, Neo.  It's me. Take it easy," Chris tried soothing, trying to calm him before he hurt himself. Trinity appeared trying the same tactic, whispering, working to disconnect him.  Shoving from the chair, he fell to his knees the world tilting around him at odd angles, spinning. Chris dropped to one knee beside him, reaching out to him.
 
"Don't touch me! Get away from me!" he shouted.
 
"He's gonna pop!" Cypher was yelling at the same time, trying to warn them what was to come wouldn't be pretty.
 
Chris withdrew his hand looking up just in time to see the triumphant smile twisting Trinity's lips. In the next instant Neo emptied what little he had in his stomach and fell hard onto the deck.  Chris motioned Tank over and they lifted Neo carrying him back to his quarters, Trinity following behind. Morpheus simply watched in fascination and concern, divided equally.
 
Once Chris settled him back on the bunk, he turned to leave.  Trinity would take up a vigil. He allowed her. Leaning on the bulkhead in the corridor he thought about what had just happened, prayed it didn't mean more than it seemed.
 

Part 3
 
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In the weeks that followed Neo's awakening he was kept on a constant training routine with Morphous always overseeing it, sparring with him, analyzing senerios, awakening the things he already knew but that lay dormant. Chris had accepted that the brief minutes over meals were the only he'd be seeing Neo. He was growing restless, he was beginning to even welcome a run in with Smith. He knew it was crazy but bordom lead to strange thoughts.
 
So, when Trinity started in on him after breakfast, or what passed for it, he was ready.  Gloves were coming off, he told himself. She was spitting her usual vemon, gloating over the fact he hadn't been near enough to Neo to say more than hi, much less touch him. Never mind the fact that neither had she. She was confident to a fault and he knew in her head she believed she would win this little war.
 
"So, it must be really getting to you that he would rather train with Morpheus than see you. He doesn't even talk to you anymore, Chris." The false sugary sweet smile had him tightly clenching his jaw .
 
"Trinity, you're pushin the wrong person today. Just back the fuck off," he growled, eyes narrowed to slits, daring her to continue.
 
"Ouch. Must have hit a nerver there, huh?" Continuing, she sipped the dark brew that was called coffee.
 
"What you did was open your mouth once to often. At least I know what he wants, Trin. I'm not some desperate cunt ready to spread her legs everytime he smiles." Chris stood, seeing that no matter the need to burn off steam, this was going no where. He was almost out the door when he was nearly dropped with a brutal blow to his kidney.
 
She didn't say a word as he slowly turned, her hands in front of her ready for another strike. She spun in front of him, her heel catching him hard against the jaw, sending stars shooting across his vision. Then he got into the game countering her attack at every new move, making very little contact himself. They destoryed the kitchen as they fought, sending dirty dishes scattering to the floor. The last punch she tried to deliver ended up leaving her open and Chris pinned her against the the frigid metal wall. Then something happened that neither expected, had encouraged. Chris's lips were covering hers, sucking, biting. Trinity returned the kisses with a true and deep desperation. Between them his cock swelled with the need for release and there she was, just as ready as he, grinding hard against him as they pulled at each others' mouths. Picking her up, he manuvered her onto the table, without the usual grace and caring he would use with a lover. He tore at the baggy green fatigues she wore, baring her nude bottom to the chill of the stainless steel beneather her. She was panting, reaching for him, shoving the sweats down his hips and freeing his hard length, bobbing between them. She firsted him serveral times, preparing him, and guided him to her slicked pussy. With one hard thrust he was buried inside her touching the farthest point of her female interior. Her back arched as he filled her, having forgotten how good the intial entry was.  It had been so long for her. Thrusting into her, Chris felt her small fingers delving between their bodies, rubbing frantically at her clit. A feral growl erupted from his throat when she
began to orgasm, squeezing his dick with a force that had him reeling. Then he followed, the boil of creamy thickness, filling her. She was shouting something.  He would remember later that it was Neo's name and not his.  It was just that moment Cypher decided to make an appearence, sauntering into the room, leaning against the bulkhead and watching the two until Chris abruplty pulled out of her body and
tucking himself into his sweats.
 
"The two of you are gonna have some fucked up explaining to do," the other man commented absently as he retrieved a cup of coffee for himself. "Hey. Tell me, Trin. You gonna take care of me next or only fags get you hot?" Cypher's lewd smile made Chris stop his retreat cold. Turning to the man, he advanced on him, grabbing him by the shirt front and hauling him off the floor. "She wouldn't touch you if you were the only man here, Cypher. Get that through your fuckin head right now. And watch who your calling a fag cause the next time I hear that outta your mouth I'm gonna take your head off. We
understand each other?" Chris barked, slamming him hard against metal.
 
"Yeah. Not a problem. I understand. But not so sure your friend Neo will."
 
*****************
 
Chris saw an almost immediate slackening in Neo's training after his run in with Trinity. No doubt Cypher's big mouth, he thought as he imaged new and inventive ways of torturing the other man. Then he knew for a fact when Neo appeared in the darkened corridor outside his quarters, looking drawn and haggared. There was a light knock and then Neo's head appeared around the thick hatch like door.
 
"Chris?" he quitely called, noticing the other man laying on his bunk, book in hand. "Or is it Cable now?" Neo laughed nervously.
 
"Hey." Chris smiled. "Chris. Here it's always Chris." He motioned for him to come in, pulling himself upright on the bunk.
 
Neo glided into the room with a surreal grace. "Can we talk?"
 
Nodding Chris waited for him to march on with what was on his mind as he sat across from him.
 
"This thing with you and Trinity, should I step outta the way here? I know she......." Neo's eyes were firmly glued on the bedding below, spilling his thoughts like so much stagnet water.
 
Chris couldn't stand seeing the hurt and confusion he'd glimpsed before Neo dropped his eyes ... couldn't stand the strain in his voice.  He was across the bed in the blink of an eye forcing Neo face up to look at him. "Shit, no! There's nothing between Trinity and me. Well, not unless you count hate. I fucked her, Neo.  Not because I like her, not because I even care about her." He ran a hand over his smooth head.
"Maybe, it was just fustration. Hell, I'm not gonna make excuses for what I did. All I can say is I'm sorry. She's not the one I want."
 
"Who do you want, Chris?" Neo's question was barely a whisper, hard to hear even in the quiet of the room.  But, he had heard. Chris had heard, clearly and distinctly, each of the words that left Neo's mouth.
 
"I thought you knew. Thought it was kinda obvious." He shook his head, wrapping his arms around the man he intended to claim as his lover.  Maybe not tonight, but soon. "I want you, Neo. Your the only one I've wanted."
 
Neo's mouth latched onto his with all the ferocity of a starving man. Chris found himself returning the kiss with equal fervor, pulling Neo with him until he was laying on his back. He could feel the eager but clumsy caresses of Neo's fingers across his chest and lower across his quivering stomach. Pulling his lips from Neo's, he let his tongue lap at his lips for a brief second before he began trailing kisses down Neo's neck.
 
"You're tired. Been training way to hard. Lets get some sleep."
 
Neo knotted his hand in the thin shirt below his hand, fustration filling him.  But he knew how true Chris' words were. The exhaustion he'd managed to keep at bay for more days then he could remember began to seep into his relaxed body and, without knowing just when, he slipped into the welcome arms of sleep, arm thrown across the man belows chest.
 
"Night, Neo." Chris carefully nipped at his protruding lower lips before he reached up and turned off the room's only light.
 
 

Part 4
 
**********
 
Neo lay on the narrow bunk, arms wrapped around Chris. He watched the other man sleep, emotions crashing over him. Just a few short hours earlier he'd thought he had lost him, that Trininty now had a claim on his heart. But Chris had quickly dispelled any of those notions.  He been so relieved, wanting to make love to Chris then and there, but Chris knew him better then he knew himself. He'd been exhausted, exhausted from hours of training, exhausted from Morpheus' endless speeches when he wasn't paying attention. He made careless mistakes, his mind far way from the training programs that demanded his focus.  The only thing that held a constant place in his mind was the man laying beside him. When Cypher had cornered him on the main deck and relayed a play by play version of what Chris and Trinity had done he hurt, hurt worse than he ever had. He questioned over and over why Chris would do it, if he'd wanted her all along. He even began to doubt himself. Had he been wrong and misread the other man?
Had he read more into the touches between them?
 
"God. It's time we stop dancing around this," he whispered. His body reacted instantly as the other man shifted on the bed, his thigh nudging gently at Neo's aching groin. A hiss of inhaled breath had Neo fighting not to jerk Chris awake with quick, crude moves.  He wanted a  slow seduction.
 
He kissed the side of Chris' neck, running his tongue in slow circles, tasting the salt of his sweat. There was a moan but his unsuspecting prey remained asleep. The slight smile on Chris' face told him he must be enjoying a very nice dream. Neo's hand trailed down the hard plane of his stomach, feeling it quiver under his touch. Working his hand lower in light caresses, it slipped under the thread bare sheet that covered Chris' fully nude form. Below the covering, exploring fingers met with downy curls that spread from the base of the other man's shaft. Slowly wrapping his fingers around Chris' erect, twitching cock, he began to stroke, running his hand from the thick base to the slicked head. Neo's eyes slipped closed at the heady feel of having this man under his control in such an intimate way. Parting his lips, his breathing became more erratic with the pulsing ache in his own cock. He fought to keep the pace slow until Chris began shoving upward into his grasp, moaning. Then Neo sped his hand along the pulsing steel in his hand. With a loud grunt, Chris came showering his hand with his thick creaminess.
 
"Damn, Neo," Chris croaked, his large frame relaxing on the bunk. "I could get use to waking up like that."
 
"Hope so." Neo smiled, trying to keep the need that was screaming through his veins from his face. But Chris instinctually sensed the hot rush that settled between his thighs. Leaning up with a sensual cat like grace, Chris met his eyes, stilling for a moment, letting the tension between them build until he thought Neo might yell out his frustration. His lips collided with Neo's in a hard rush of thrusting tongues, shoving hard into the others mouth, a dance that had no clear lead. In the next instant Chris had him pinned on his back keeping Neo's smaller frame just where he wanted it.
 
He pulled back to stare at Neo, his kiss swollen lips, the overly bright shine of his eyes. Chris realized then that Neo was scared, probably wouldn't admit it but he was scared.
 
"We don't have to do this, Thomas. It's all up to you." He waited, preparing to keep his renewing excitement in check. But he gave up all pretense of control as Neo shifted below him, their cocks rubbing together with a delicious friction.  A sticky wet heat began to roar out of control between them.
 
"I wanna do it, Chris."  He twisted a bit more under the weight of another body gaining him another brush with the hot throb of Chris' erection. "I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel you inside," he ground out, clenching his jaw tight against the sweet torture the two bodies created in such close proximity.
 
"Shit, Thomas. Just cut to the chase, don't ya? I can deal with that." He began rubbing this body more insistently against Neo's then, finally reaching below the mattress of the bunk and extracting a small vile of hazy liquid, boot oil.
 
Chris pulled away from molten hot skin below and coated his fingers with a generous amount of the oil. "You ready for this?" he asked, making certain, giving Neo a chance to change his mind.
 
"Been ready for this since Michael's office," he replied,a slight tremor in his voice as he watched the bob of Chris' impressive cock between them.
 
"And I thought I was the only one." He ran caressing finger across the tight sac that lay between Neo's thighs, tracing a finger lower to the puckered opening of his body. With gentle pressure he pushed into Neo heated depths. Working his finger, he began to stretch the muscles, adding a finger, preparing Neo for far better intrusion.
 
"Chris! Now, Chris!" Neo panted, withering against the unfimilar invasion.
 
Withdrawing his fingers he replaced them with the head of his dick and pushed inch by inch into his lover, pausing for Neo to adjust to him. Burying his face against Neo's neck, he hilted himself.
 
"You, okay?" Chris hissed, trying to controll the urge to move in the gripping channel that surrounded him.
 
"Yes. It hurts some but.......Just do it, Chris," he growled, demanding. He was a man that didn't have to be told twice.  He began withdrawing and then shoving back into Neo, a building crescendo of moans, and flesh against flesh filled the room. When Chris was sure he couldn't hold out much longer he reached between them and grasp Neo's shaft and pumped it in time with his thrusts, bringing his lover to a hard fast climax. Neo's cum splattered hot against Chris' stomach, oozing over his hand. He was caught in the vice like clench of the other man's body as he came and it sent him over the edge himself, spilling into Neo's willing body.
 
Neo's arms went around Chris pulling him in tight when he felt him go rigid above him, a loud low moan rolling through his chest.
 
"Best damn morning of my life," Chris gasped, rolling from Neo onto his side.
 
"Mine to," Neo replied, in no better condition.
 
*************
 
In the next cabin the sounds of love making created a subliminal scene for Trinity. Her mouth opened, gasping as she dreamed.
 
Two, loving her, touching her. The two she wanted so badly it hurt when their hand left her. Neo and Chris worked her into a eager slut willing to do anything for a touch, a lick. Her body trembled in anticipation, ready for anything they would do to her.
 
The dream sped forward ... she was between the two one entering her from behind, slipping into a place she thought he couldn't enjoy. The other pushing into her slippery folds facing her, smiling. It was Chris. He was whispering to her.
 
"This is what you've wanted all along, Trin. All you have to do is ask. Tell us what you want."
 

 
TBC