Chapter 8
After the museum, they went to lunch together. Farley chattered away brightly, and Miles simply listened for he most part. He’d found that he didn’t mind Farley’s habit of talking a lot as much as he’d thought that he did. Before, it had simply seemed part and parcel with the weatherman’s completely annoying personality. Everything about Farley had irritated him. But he could see now that was because he’d hated Farley totally and utterly simply because the man represented everything that he’d hated about HIMSELF. All of those oh-so-gay habits and ways of speaking, the gestures and the way that he’d dressed. Farley practically flaunted his gayness in everybody’s face, but he understood now that it was just the way that Farley was. He wasn’t doing it to inflame tempers or make a point. He was simply that gay.
Miles found himself smiling slightly at this thought. “What is it, Miles?” Farley asked, and he looked up at his lunch companion. “What’s so funny?”
“I was thinking about you,” he confessed. “And my initial reaction to you. How it drove me crazy that you acted so gay. But that’s just you, isn’t it? You being Farley. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Farley smiled at him. “No, there isn’t,” he agreed brightly. “Any more than there’s anything wrong with you being yourself. I like you, Miles.”
He felt a tightness in his abdomen at Farley’s words, and he swallowed a little. “I don’t know why you would,” he croaked. “I’m not very likable.”
Farley snorted. “I know you don’t think so,” he told Miles. “But ever since I first met you, I’ve liked you. You were so serious, and dedicated to what you do. You weren’t just another talking head, only worried about whether your make-up might have gotten smudged or if there was something in your teeth. You really cared about the news, and making sure that people were informed. And you’re so intelligent! Even when you aren’t on air you can talk about the things that you report knowledgably. I’m not a great intellect,” he remarked with charming ruefulness, “I know that. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to your brains. I guess I think about it like this - you’re the brains of our relationship, and I’m the heart. Together we make a pretty good couple. Don’t you think?”
Miles blinked at this earnest question. “Looking at it that way, I suppose you’re right,” he agreed.
Farley giggled, reaching over the table to pat his hand. “I knew that you’d agree, because you’re so smart,” he said with a grin.
After they’d eaten, they left the restaurant together. Miles hesitated on the sidewalk. “Farley? I can take you home, but do you mind if we stop at the studio beforehand? I forgot and left my briefcase in my dressing room. I need to retrieve it,” he said.
The blonde nodded. “Sure, I don’t mind. Besides, that means that I get to spend more time with you, Miles. I like that,” he remarked as he got into the passenger’s side of Miles’ car.
They drove to the studio, with Farley singing along to the car radio since Miles had to concentrate on his driving. Fortunately, the blonde had a pretty good voice so he wasn’t driven crazy by the car karaoke. When he pulled into his space at the studio, Farley jumped out of the car. “I’ve always wanted to see the inside of your dressing room,” he told Miles gaily. “You’d never let me in there before.”
That was true. Miles led the way into the studio, speaking to the security guard and explaining that he’d left his briefcase in his dressing room. The man waved them through, and Farley waved at him merrily as he walked by with Miles. He unlocked his door and led the way into the dressing room, and Farley looked around in anticipation. But there wasn’t much to see. His face fell. “There isn’t much of you in here, Miles,” he remarked doubtfully. “Not even pictures of your family. Why not?”
He sighed. “I guess I’ve just never gotten the urge to decorate the place,” he said as he went to fetch his briefcase from the couch.
“But that’s wrong! This is your personal space!” Farley pointed out urgently. “You should make it a reflection of you, not just some room where you change your clothes after the show every day.”
“I suppose,” he replied doubtfully.
Farley turned to him, his face flushed with determination and his eyes bright as he prepared to continue his argument. His mouth opened, but he never managed to get out what he wanted to say - because Miles kissed him right then and there. The sight of Farley’s face with that pink tinge to his pale cheeks, and the gleam in his blue eyes, made the newscaster lose his head entirely. He kissed Farley hungrily, and heard the blonde moan as hands rose to clutch at his shoulders tightly. He put his arms around Farley and pulled his slender form more tightly to himself, as he continued to ravish that pink mouth.
“Miles,” Farley moaned when their lips finally parted. He swayed against Miles’ body, going half-limp in his embrace.
He groaned deep in his throat, and took Farley’s mouth again. His lips traced kisses along the delicate jaw, and he growled into Farley’s ear: “God, I want you.”
“Oh, I want you too,” Farley said, just before he bit the side of Mile’s neck delicately with his small white teeth.
He’d had enough. He couldn’t restrain himself anymore, or act the gentleman. He’d never felt like this before - like he was going to explode if he didn’t have Farley right here and now. He pushed the blonde away just enough so that he could begin stripping Farley of his clothes, something he’d wanted to do all along(but for different reasons before). In his haste and urgency, he ripped the shirt that Farley was wearing. When he looked guiltily up at the blonde, Farley smiled with his kiss-swollen lips and proceeded to rip the shirt the rest of the way off of himself.
Miles groaned again, especially when Farley took getting his pants off into his own slim hands. He wriggled out of them easily, and they pooled around his feet as Miles strafed at his beautiful naked white body. “Take your clothes off for me, Miles,” the vision of beauty and desire said throatily. “I want to see you naked.”
Somehow he manage to get undressed, he was never sure how later on. He never looked away from Farley as he stripped, and the hunger in his eyes made Farley moan softly and run a hand down his own chest to tweak at his pink nipples. Which only made Miles undress faster, of course…
When he was done, Mile straightened up. He made a startled sound as Farley appeared in front of him, kneeling down before him like a man worshipping at the altar of a pagan god. His slim hands reached out to run up and down Miles’ thighs, and the newscaster blew out a sharp breath at his touch. The blue eyes moved up to meet his again. “Now I get to see more clearly. The movie theater was too dark,” he purred. He leaned forward and licked insouciantly at the skin of Miles’ right thigh, clearly enjoying the harsh sound that he drew from Miles’ throat. “I like what I see,” he added, turning his gaze to the cock standing up between the newscaster’s thighs.
Farley’s blonde head bent forward, and Miles groaned softly as he watched the pink lips encase him. Oh, dear God! Farley’s hands slid around and grabbed a hold of his buttocks, so that the blonde could pull him closer. They squeezed the cheeks, kneading, as Farley sucked at him so skillfully that it was a wonder he didn’t come right away. The blonde curls bobbed and swayed, and he sank his fingers into the luxuriant silky things and held on for dear life as Farley pleasured him orally.
“Farley, stop,” he moaned after awhile. It took all of his mental strength and fortitude to halt the amazing blow job for even a moment.
Farley blinked up at him. “What’s wrong, Miles?” he asked, and looking at his glistening pink lips did not help Miles’ resolution at all.
“Nothing. It feels great. But I want…” Miles swallowed heavily, struggling to control himself. “I want to be inside of you,” he confessed, his voice low and dark. “I want to fuck you.”
Farley gasped, and the pink in his cheeks darkened even more at Miles’ words. He surged to his feet. “Then fuck me, Miles,” he snarled softly, suddenly transforming into a savage sex kitten. “Right now.”
He turned and splayed himself over the top of the desk in front of the big mirror, bending over and spreading his legs so that Miles had a clear view of his ass and the tiny pink ring between his buttocks. He cast a sultry look over his shoulder at Mile’s. “Come and get it,” he purred.
Oh, sweet Jesus on a donkey! His mouth was as dry as the Sahara as he croaked: “I don’t…have any condoms or lube.”
Farley made a tssking sound. “You should always keep them in here from now on, Miles,” he chided. “So that you can fuck me whenever you want to.”
He gulped. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said hoarsely. “But for now…”
Farley surprised him by giggling. “Check the pocket of my coat,” he told Miles. “The left-hand pocket. I’m like boy scout, Miles. I’m always prepared.”
He walked over and picked up the coat from where he’d tossed it, and sure enough there was a tiny tube of travel lube and several condom packets in the pocket. He pulled them out and glanced at Farley. The blonde winked at him saucily. “I started carrying those the day after you first asked me out,” he explained. “I was pretty sure that you wouldn’t think of that kind of thing…”
Wryly he had to admit that he hadn’t, even though he wanted Farley so badly it made him ache. He shook his head as he carried the things over to where Farley was still stretched out in invitation. “I’m glad that you thought ahead, Farley,” he remarked.
The blonde grinned kittenishly. He waggled his ass invitingly at Miles. “I just wanted you to fuck me so bad that I carried them around out of sheer hope,” he said impishly.
Miles stared at him, breathing heavily; then he tore open a condom packet with fingers that shook. “You drive me crazy,” he growled, pulling the condom on.
“Good,” Farley hissed, his blue eyes languid and full of lust. “I want you to be crazy for me, Miles.”
He snarled silently and spread some of the lube onto the condom. Then he abruptly jammed two fingers inside of Farley, making the blonde cry out in shock and pleasure. His other hand grabbed at one hip to hold Farley in place. “Do you want me in here?” Miles ground out, jabbing his fingers into Farley and wriggling them around until he cried out wildly.
“Yes!” Farley screamed. “Please, Miles! Fuck me!”
“In a minute. When I feel like it,” Miles grated, feeling powerful and in control as he drove Farley crazy with his fingers. Two could play at the ‘drive me wild’ game, he thought in satisfaction. His fingertips founds the small nub of Farley’s prostate and the blonde threw his head back and cried out again.
His hips bucked, trying to drive Miles’ fingers deeper. “Please!” he wailed again.
He could take no more. Farley’s begging was pushing him to the edge. Miles yanked his fingers free and sank his cock inside of Farley instead, in one smooth thrust that made the blonde cry out in ecstasy. He grabbed a hold of Farley’s hips in his hands and began to thrust, hard and fast. “I’ll fuck you,” he ground out, panting as he stroked into Farley’s writhing body over and over again, “I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”
“Yes, oh god, yes!” Farley shrilled, his fingers scrabbling at the top of the desk wildly. “Harder, Miles, faster! Give it to me!”
He did just that, pounding Farley with all of his might. The blonde pushed back to meet each thrust, panting and crying out. His face in the mirror was twisted, and his mouth was hanging open. He was so sexy that Miles couldn’t look away, especially since he was the one causing that look. He spread his legs a little and surged in once more, trying a new angle. Farley wailed, his whole back arching as Miles made contact once again with his prostate. “Ah, ah, ah ahhh!” he shrieked.
Miles leaned forward and spread himself over Farley’s back, and grabbed the back of the blonde curls in his fist. He met Farley’s dazed eyes in the mirror. He pulled Farley’s head back a little to expose his white throat. Still not looking away from the wide blue eyes, he bent his head and licked at the side of Farley’s throat. His hips never stopped their rhythm as he plowed into Farley at the same time. Then Miles smiled slightly, a terrible little smile, and sank his teeth into the side of Farley’s neck. The blonde squealed at the pain, and combined with the amazing pleasure he was feeling…it was too much! He choked out an incoherent sound as he began to come without even touching himself, his semen spraying out over top of the desk as he clenched up almost painfully around Miles.
Seeing and feeling Farley coming was too much for Miles as well. He groaned against Farley’s neck, shuddering as he began to come himself. The clenching white body dragged it out of him, and it seemed to go on forever. When the last wracking bolt of pleasure had died away, he half-lay atop Farley without moving. Their breathing was loud in the silent dressing room as they recovered.
“I always suspected,” Farley said after awhile in a dazed voice, “That you’d be an animal in the sack, Miles. Wow, was I right,” he sounded perfectly content with this fact, and also with just lying over the top of the desk without moving at all.
Miles didn’t move either, happy to remain buried inside of Farley and for their skin to be touching chest-to-back. “I guess you just bring the animal out in me, Farley,” he remarked hoarsely after a moment.
“Mmm. Lucky me.” Farley purred happily.
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