Chapter 2



Vince phoned a few hours later to tell Jeff that he would be home that evening. That made Jeff feel nervous, cos despite what Vince had said, Jeff had never expected the relationship with Chris to become as intense as it had. Vince might have encouraged them, but how would he react now?

Chris was a little worried too. "Maybe I should go." He remembered that he was invited to stay because Jeff didn't want to be staying on his own. "I should go back to my own place… and Vince'll expect me to be back at work tomorrow."

"No, no." The thought of that struck at Jeff's heart. "I want you to stay, please Chris." Jeff flung his arms around Chris' neck and hugged him.

He wanted to stay too. "Jeff honey, I wish I could, but this is Vince's house. After everything that's happened between us…" He shook his head ruefully. "I think you need to talk to him. This situation… we need to work out what we're gonna do."

"I guess." Jeff pouted. "But please stay until he gets back. Please?" He looked so beguiling it was impossible for Chris to say no.

"We'll enjoy the rest of the day together, yeah?"

"Yeah." Jeff seemed distracted though. He was terrified that Vince would change his mind and try to keep Chris away from him. But he knew that nothing could do that. He'd leave Vince, go back on the streets if he had to. Nothing would keep them apart now. "Chris, come down to the maze with me."

"Sure." Chris was intrigued by this maze Jeff had designed. It seemed to hold a special significance for him, and he was curious to find out what it was.

Jeff took his hand and led him to the maze, this time leading him inside, around a series of twists and turns until they reached what Jeff revealed was the centre. There was a small clearing, shaded over by a blossoming tree. The effect was tranquil and calming, and it was a scene of great beauty.

"Jeff this is amazing." Chris gasped. "You designed this, baby you are so clever."

He blushed. "Nature made it beautiful Chris, not me."

"But you brought all the elements together to create the effect." Chris corrected, smiling at the younger man, squeezing his hand.

Jeff remained silent, then his sweet southern voice broke the stillness. "I want you to fuck me Chris. Right here."

Chris was shocked. "Are you sure? Baby… I… I…" He didn't know what to say to such a request.

"Don't you want me?" Jeff pouted and looked somewhat worried.

"Of course I do angel, but… we don't have any lube… and… and…" Unspoken and unknown worries were slowly fixing themselves in Chris' mind.

"I don't care, I want you Chris. I promise you won't hurt me." Jeff stared into his blue eyes with desire and longing. "Please Chris."

"Oh Jeffie." Chris caressed his face and smiled. "I could never deny you anything."

In response Jeff kicked off his shoes and began to undress. Chris just watched, mesmerized by the alluring striptease. He was so beautiful, he looked as if he was casting a spell with his graceful movements. Once he was naked he started on Chris' clothes, ridding him of his shoes, socks, T-shirt, then kissed down his chest as he undid his jeans and pulled off his remaining clothes in one swift movement.

He was knelt before Chris, and shyly looked up for approval. Wide-eyed, Chris nodded, then gasped as Jeff enveloped his cock in the wet heat of his mouth. Jeff sucked at him noisily and voraciously, bringing him as close to climax as possible. Chris' knees were weak, his mind foggy. Then Jeff stopped. He completely pulled away from Chris and smiled at the disappointment on his face.

"Fuck me now Chris." He ordered, getting on his hands and knees and looking over his shoulder seductively. "I want you inside me right now. Please don't make me wait, I know you want me too."

Chris did. His mind was clouded with desire and need so he knelt behind Jeff cautiously. With one hand he gently massaged Jeff's back while with the other he pushed a finger inside of him. Jeff tensed and pulled away a little, "Chris, don't make me wait.. Fuck me now, I don't care I'm not prepared, I want it now."

Something at the back of Chris' mind was screaming at him, but he felt like he couldn't refuse Jeff anything, so he positioned his cock, then as gently as he could, pushed a little way into him.

Jeff bit his lip to stop himself screaming. It hurt, but he knew that would pass, and it would be worth it. He pushed back against Chris, until the Canadian was fully sheathed. Then Jeff closed his eyes until he felt comfortable, then whispered to Chris words of desire that prompted him to begin to thrust into the younger man, ever as gentle as he could, until at Jeff's insistent moans he drowned in his desires and lost all his inhibitions, thrusting more and more wildly. Jeff's tightness was too much for him to bear, such an incredible feeling he couldn't hold out for long.

"Jeff. Oh god." He cried as he came, holding his body as close to the younger man as he possible could, as he tried to regain his composure. "Baby… oh god you are so hot and tight and wonderful and I love you so much." Gently he pulled out of him and held him in his arms, their naked bodies entwined in each other.

Jeff squeezed Chris tightly, trying to stem his tears. Chris had said that he loved him, but people didn't mean that when they said it during sex. They left soon afterwards. And Chris would be leaving soon too. Did Chris love him? Jeff wished he did, but he was scared now. He knew he loved Chris, but suddenly everything seemed wrong.

"Baby what is it?" Chris felt sobs wrack Jeff's body. "Jeff honey, what have I done?"

"It's not your fault. I… I… I just love you and I know you don't love me and I just wish there was something I could do to make you love me."

"Jeff I do love you. Honestly I do." Chris didn't understand what had happened. "I don't say I love you unless I mean it, and I do mean it Jeff, I do."

"You don't. You can't." Jeff held Chris tighter. "You said… when we had sex you said you love me… that's the only time anyone loves me, and then they always leave me."

"Oh sweetie." He sighed, his heart breaking for Jeff. "I do love you, always. I love you whatever we're doing, when we're together, and when we're apart. I promise I won't leave you."

"Promise?" Nervously Jeff looked up, his eyes swollen. Chris nodded. "I'm sorry for crying… I wanted this to be special for us… but now it's all fucked up. I always fuck everything up."

"No you don't. Honey, something's still hurting you, I can see that, and I want to help. That's a part of what love is, helping. And cos I'll love you always, I'm gonna be here to help you, and I'll do whatever it takes." Chris caressed his cheek tenderly. "Let me help."

"I will." Jeff relaxed a little. "Not now… but… please promise you'll be there when I need you."

"I will Jeff." With a quick kiss, Chris grabbed some of their clothes. "Let's get dressed and go back indoors angel. Vince will be back soon and we all need to talk."

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"Jeffrey I'm home." Vince shouted as a member of staff opened the front door. He dropped his bags as Jeff ran towards him.

"Vince, are you OK? Did you have a good trip?" Jeff asked happily. He'd missed Vince, more than he realized.

"I did, thank you." He hugged the younger man. "How are you?"

Jeff's smile revealed everything. "I'm very well."

"Is Chris here?"

Shyly Chris walked up to them, not sure what to say. Jeff saw his discomfort and took his hand, squeezing it.

"Chris, have you been looking after Jeffrey?" Vince asked, not wanting to sound threatening but genuinely concerned. He could see the redness around Jeff's eyes where he had been crying.

"I've done my best." He said quietly, looking at Jeff with unmistakable love, a look that Vince spotted immediately.

"I'm glad." Vince signaled to a member of staff to take his bags. "I guess we all need to talk, so I'm going to go freshen up, then we'll sit in the lounge and talk." He went to make his way upstairs, promising to meet them in a few minutes.

Chris looked at Jeff worriedly. "Jeffie, what if he doesn't think I'm good enough for you? I can't lose you now."

"I'll tell him how much I love you. He wants to make me happy… and…" Jeff led Chris into the lounge. "I love you Chris… he'll see that."

They sat in silence, waiting for Vince. Chris felt like he was waiting for his world to come crashing down around him. Vince wanted Chris to make Jeff happy. And he wasn't. As much as he tried, Jeff wasn't happy.

"That feels better." Dressed more casually, Vince entered the room and sat down. "Now, I'm sure we have a lot to talk about. Jeffrey, tell me about you and Chris."

"I've fallen in love with him Vince." Jeff began to gush. "Chris is everything I've been looking for… I can talk to him… we have so much in common… I even told him about my past… he accepts me, even after that."

Vince nodded thoughtfully. "And Chris, what about you?"

"I love Jeff, I truly do." Chris looked at Jeff and smiled tenderly. "He's enchanted and captured me."

"Have you made him happy?" Vince's question was abrupt, but not unkind.

"I haven't." Jeff went to interrupt but Chris stopped him, then began addressing him directly. "Jeff, you know you're not happy. You know there are still things that we have to work through. If I told Vince I'd made you happy I'd be lying. I want to make you happy, and I'll do everything I can, but I don't know if that'll ever be enough."

"It will be Chris." Jeff clutched his hands. "Because half of it's down to me too. If I let you into what I'm feeling, then we're half way there."

Vince watched with a smile. "You're right Jeffrey. Chris isn't some savior who is just going to take away all your problems. But he has saved you because he's helped you to realize that,. I'm truly glad you two are working together so well."

"You're not gonna stop me seeing Chris?" Jeff asked in wonderment.

Vince laughed. "Of course not. Chris is welcome to stay here, anytime he likes. Or…" He deliberated for a moment. "If you would like to stay at his place, that's OK too."

"Oh Vince thank you." Jeff beamed in delight. "I'm so glad you haven't changed your mind. I'm getting better, I know I am."

"I can see that Jeffrey. And I'm glad. You know that I only want to see you content." Vince's tone was gentle and sincere, then it changed to be more brisk. "Now Jeffrey, could you be a sweetheart and go unpack my bag? I need to talk to Chris about something."

Warily, Jeff nodded, kissing Chris' cheek, then leaving. The Canadian looked at Vince curiously.

"Chris, I'll get straight to the point. I'm offering you a promotion, project manager."

Chris' eyes widened in shock. "Vince, what… why? Is this because of Jeff, cos I don't want to use him as a way of furthering my career."

"No." Vince was amused. "I don't run my business that way. I'm offering you a promotion because I've been impressed with your work. Several major strategies we've implemented recently have come from your ideas. You're an intelligent man with a good business brain, and I want to utilize that."

"Thank you Vince. In that case, I'll accept. I'm honored." Chris was stunned but knew that this was too good to miss. It was what he'd been working for.

Vince shook his hand. "Congratulations Chris. I'll let you go tell Jeff the good news."

He smiled broadly as Chris ran off to find the younger man. Everything was working out perfectly.

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They settled easily into the new routine. Chris would work, then would either stop with Jeff at Vince's place, or pick up Jeff on his way home and they would stop at Chris' apartment. Jeff liked the arrangement; it meant he saw Vince regularly while still spending a lot of time with Chris.

Chris was still worried about Jeff. The younger man wasn't happy: something was troubling him and he wouldn't let Chris in to help him, as if he didn't realize himself what was wrong. Chris had pretty much worked out how Jeff had been affected by everything, but he was at a loss to know why, or how to help him.

Their days at Chris' place were leisurely, except for the weekends, when they indulged in both of their favorite pastimes, shopping. Chris loved taking Jeff shopping, it was guaranteed that he could try on the most unusual combinations of clothes and colors and still look completely gorgeous.

In consequence Chris was getting a little more outrageous in his clothing purchases. Gone were the boring black pants, and in their place leather and PVC, showing off his body to perfection. More than once he'd have to tell Jeff that they couldn't have sex in the changing rooms, but Jeff was determined that one day they would.

Weekends they often went out partying. Both liked Rock music, so they regularly visited a rock club in the centre of town. Jeff got many admiring glances when he danced, and Chris his fair share, but neither noticed, they were so wrapped up in each other. It was as if there was no one else in the world.

One night they were dancing as usual, having had a fair amount to drink, when a man approached Jeff.

"Jeffrey." He bellowed. "I haven't seen you in such a long time. Still doing business?"

Jeff immediately tensed. "No. n..n..not for a few years now." He stammered.

The man looked at Chris. "He's your bitch now is he? Watch him, he's a great little fuck, if you're ever short of cash, let me know his ass is for sale and I'll be the first in the queue."

Chris saw red and punched him in the face. A crowd quickly gathered around the fallen man, and the club owner, who knew Jeff and Chris well, ushered them out of the back door of the club so that they wouldn't get any trouble.

Chris immediately turned to Jeff. "Baby are you OK?"

The look of fear and agony on Jeff's face terrified Chris. "How…. why the hell did you hit him?"

"I'm not letting anyone say that to you Jeff. That bastard, he had no right to say that." Chris couldn't believe Jeff even had to ask.

"It was true." Jeff's voice was quiet and sad. "Everything he said."

"No, no." Chris pulled the defeated young man into his arms. "It wasn't. He was treating you like a sex object, and you're not. You're a person who deserves respect, not a commodity that can be bought and sold."

"But I was just a sex object. For all those years I was just sex to all of them."

"But you were a person too. You had feelings, and desires and everything, but. but they didn't see that, and they hurt you." Chris stroked back his hair to see his tear-filled green eyes. "Jeff, people do not have the right to treat you like shit just because of the way you earned money. It's wrong, and I can't accept it."

"But you shouldn't have hit him Chris." Jeff seemed so sure of this, so confident. "You can't hit every man who ever says anything to me. I don't like violence Chris, I love you but I don't want to live in fear of you."

Chris' eyes widened in shock. "I could never be violent towards you Jeff."

"I know…. but if you got angry…. you could hit me like you hit him."

Chris cursed mentally. "Oh Jeff, I didn't mean to make you scared. I…. I guess it's partly cos I've been drinking, I'm not normally violent but I promise I won't ever hurt you, I'd rather die first."

"I know Chris." Jeff hugged him, then his voice changed to meek and childlike. "Can we go home please? I don't like it here."

Chris agreed readily. He was concerned for Jeff, the way he'd dealt with this. He hailed a cab and quickly got them to his apartment. Jeff was silent during the journey, and went straight to bed when they got in. Chris followed, now beyond mere concern. He undressed and slipped into bed beside Jeff.

"Baby talk to me, tell me what's wrong."

"Fuck me Chris. I need someone who loves me inside of me instead of the memories of him." Jeff replied starkly.

"Sweetie I'm not taking advantage of you when you're in this state."

"I don't care." He interrupted. "I want you to fuck me."

"If you're sure." Chris was far from sure. Physically he wanted Jeff, the same as he always did. Mentally he was far from certain that this was the right thing. "Baby, let me go get some lube from the bathroom."

"No."

"Jeff, I'm not hurting you. I'm not having sex with you if there's a chance that I might hurt you."

"I'll prepare myself if that makes you feel any better." Jeff said, frowning a little.

"Well." Jeff didn't give him chance to respond, beginning to finger himself, slowly at first, concentrating on loosening the muscles.

Chris watched, playing with himself a little, fascinated by what he was seeing. Slowly everything dawned on him, the reasons for all his worries and fears about Jeff.

His thoughts were interrupted by Jeff's whispers and his hot hand around Chris' cock.

"I'm ready Chris. I want you inside me." He whispered and turned over, ready for Chris to enter him.

Tenderly Chris eased his way into him. Jeff was prepared, but he still couldn't believe that it didn't hurt him. He didn't want to hurt his young lover, but equally he couldn't say no to anything that he desired. So when Jeff demanded Chris fuck him, he did, when he demanded that he fuck him harder and faster, like he was doing now, he did, until the feeling of Jeff around him overwhelmed his emotions and he came inside the younger man.

Jeff tried to stem his tears. Chris had saved him again. Having Chris inside him made him feel alive, desired, wanted, but what was different was that Chris held him afterwards and cared for him. No one had ever been that good to him before, been so caring and so aware of his emotions. Vince had cared, but it hadn't been the same. Chris was the one who saved him each time they had sex, who have him what he needed. The man that night had made Jeff feel so dirty, he couldn't help himself but feel that way. He wished that he could forget his past, live a life of blissful happiness with Chris, but he knew that would never happen.



Chris now knew what was wrong, but he had no idea how to deal with that. He didn't know if Jeff was conscious of what he was doing, but even if he wasn't, it was clear that it was killing him.

"Jeffie baby?" It was Sunday night; Chris would have to go back to work tomorrow, and during the week he was often too tired to deal with things in depth with Jeff, so the weekends were especially important to him, to give Jeff the chance to just talk, about whatever was in his head, about his past, whatever he felt like talking about.

Jeff looked up, surprised at Chris' concerned tone. He'd tried to hide it from Chris that he was worried, upset, angry, at what his former client had said, but evidently he hadn't done a very good job.

"Jeff, I'm worried about you." Chris said, making room for Jeff to sit beside him. Immediately the younger man curled himself around Chris, and rested his head on his shoulder. He didn't say a word, just waited for Chris to continue. "Sweetie, we've dealt with so much... an awful lot together... but I know you're still not happy. And... I don't pretend to know why, but I know of something... that is a barrier to you... it's something... I don't even know if you realize it yourself... but I know that it's hurting you."

"What is it Chris?" Jeff asked meekly. "I want to be happy, I really do. I try and make you happy, cos seeing you smile makes me feel warm inside, but it's not enough."

"I am happy Jeff. Being with you makes me happy. But you've hit the problem here. You're so focused on making me happy, you don't think of yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Jeff... when we have sex... you won't let me touch you... finger you, anything. Baby I've never made you cum... you tell me to fuck you and we don't use any lube and I know it hurts you but you tell me to do it anyway... then afterwards I see you crying, you don't think I see you but I do, and I hate myself cos I know I've caused that."

Jeff sighed. "Baby... I never meant for you to feel that way... It's just..." He went silent.

"Just what angel? Please help me to understand and maybe I can help you."

"I... I can't let myself. I don't deserve to feel pleasure... I used sex for years as a way of making money... one time I... I was a little but hard when I was with a client... he looked at me and called me a little slut... cos he thought I was enjoying what he was doing to me. I didn't... but... I realized he was right... people like me... they don't deserve to feel pleasure... so I can't let myself... I can't."

Chris burst into tears. "Oh baby I am so sorry I abused you in the same way they did... I should have noticed earlier... I'm sorry... I love you I should have done something."

"Don't blame yourself Chris... You're not like them. I didn't give you a chance to notice... cos I just wanted to give you pleasure... to make you happy... that was all I cared about." Jeff wiped Chris' tears away. "I love you Chris."

Chris sniffed. "Baby you can't deny yourself pleasure. Listen to me, yeah? I promise you I would never lie to you. You deserve to feel wonderful. What you've done in your past... it doesn't matter. It was a way of surviving... you still deserve everything in the world. Enjoying sex doesn't mean you enjoy what they did to you... It's perfectly natural and OK for you to enjoy sex."

"I'm scared to." Jeff's wide eyes burned into Chris' heart. "It's been so long... I'm frightened I won't ever be able to... to do anything... without... without thinking of them."

"I know it'll be hard... But we'll get past it, I promise we will." Chris wasn't sure how, but he knew they would. Whatever it took... he would be there.

Vince called Chris into his office at work a few days later.

"Chris... I'll get straight to the point, sit down please?"

The Canadian was immediately worried, fearing that Vince might stop him from seeing Jeff, accuse him of failing, or something equally bad.

Vince saw his concern and laughed. "Relax, this is nothing to be worried about. I have to go away for a few days, and this is going to be a regular occurrence, so while I'm away each time I want you to run the business for me."

"You're joking, right?" Chris was speechless.

"No. You're the most senior member of staff here, and I think you can handle it. Chris, I have faith in your abilities; you've proven to have many talents, and I wouldn't jeopardize my business, it has to be in the hands of someone I trust."

"Thank you." A huge smile spread across his face. "I'll do my best. I don't intend on letting you down."

"Good." Vince leant back in his chair. "When you stop by to pick up Jeffrey tonight, we'll talk a little more about personal matters, OK?"

"Sure." Chris grinned. "Do you mind if I go call Jeff to tell him?"

"No problem. I'm sure he'll be delighted."

He was. In fact he screamed down the phone at Chris. It felt so good for him, to be proud of someone for their achievements. In a way, Jeff wished he could do something so that Chris would be proud of him, so he started thinking about what he could do.

Chris arrived at Vince's house an hour or so after Vince, and was greeted by a rainbow jumping into his arms.

"I am so proud of you baby." He whispered in his ear. "You are so clever."

"Thank you Jeffie." Chris blushed. "Vince wants to talk to us before we go back to my place, is that OK?"

Jeff nodded and led Chris to the kitchen where Vince was doing a little cooking, his favorite relaxation activity. He wasn't particularly good, but he enjoyed experimenting.

"Vince?" Jeff looked at him sweetly. "Why do you have to spend so much time away?"

He smiled tenderly at the younger man, and stroked back his soft hair from his face. "Just some business, I can't avoid it Jeffrey, nothing for you to be worried about."

Jeff wasn't convinced, but he let it go for now. "So should I stay here, or stay at Chris' while you're away?"

"You can both stay here. Keep an eye on the place."

"Sure. Will I see you before you go tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course." Impulsively, he hugged Jeff. "I've neglected you lately Jeffrey. I'm sorry about that sweetheart, but I do still love you, I really do."

"I know." Jeff returned the hug, whispering in Vince's ear. "No matter what, I'll always love you too Vince."

Chris could see that something wasn't right here, but like Jeff, he couldn't pinpoint what. Vince's behavior was unusual, for him at least. He felt like he was intruding on something personal, something private between Jeff and Vince.

Then Vince regained his usual composure and smiled, "You two should be going. Chris." He looked at the blond. "The business and Jeffrey, I'm trusting you to look after both, OK?"

Chris nodded. "I won't let you down Vince."

They left soon after, and the drive back to Chris' apartment was fairly quiet. Chris could see that Jeff was disconcerted by Vince's behavior, and tried to reassure him, but it was difficult when he had his own worries and fears.



It took Chris a few days to get into the job, but he took to it like a duck to water. Jeff found that Vince had left him in charge of managing the house, paying the staff and the like, and he was immensely pleased that Vince trusted him that much.

Jeff lay in Chris' arms in bed, snuggled up close. They hadn't had sex since they had discussed Jeff's issues, Chris just preferring to let Jeff become comfortable within a loving relationship, comfortable with tender, loving physical contact that had no pressure behind it. Chris would just stroke Jeff's soft skin tenderly, skimming his hands over his back, his arms, his shoulders, his face. There was, right now, nothing sexual in the touch. It was a way of relaxing Jeff, a way of showing him that he was loved for what he was and not for what he could do for someone.

"Chris?" Jeff sat up a little, leaning on his elbow and looking up at the older man. "I love you you know."

Chris smiled. "I love you too baby."

"No, I really, really love you. Because of who you are, and because of what you do." Jeff ran his fingers through Chris' hair, eyes wide as he stared at him. "Because you're beautiful and because you're smart and because you're sensitive, there are a hundred and one different reasons why."

Chris looked away, tears in his eyes. "Jeff... I wish I could do more... I do my best... but I don't think it's enough."

"It is. I know I'm still hurting... I know that. But I'm working through it. I refuse to give up. Not now." Jeff closed his eyes, blissfully getting even closer to Chris' warm body. "I love you baby, more than anything in the world."

Chris fought his tears and opened his eyes to watch Jeff drift into sleep. The words had meant everything to him, but he was still worried. He knew that Vince, and the secretive behavior of the older man was preying on Jeff's mind, and making him feel insecure, just as it was his own.

The younger man looked so innocent as he slept, his fear, his worries, his pain momentarily gone. His rainbow hair was fanned out around his head, and his lips had settled into a pout. A more angelic sight did not exist in this world, and Chris marveled that something so beautiful could give his heart to him.

Chris slept uneasily, but it was Jeff who awoke early. He knew that Vince would be back today, and wanted to talk to him. Something wasn't right, he knew that, and he hoped he could help Vince in some way, especially after everything Vince had done for him.

Vince arrived back at his house just after Chris had left. Jeff greeted him warmly, pulling him towards the kitchen, getting the chef to fix up breakfast and chatting away, asking Vince about what he'd been doing while he was away, where he'd been and the like.

"Jeffrey, you don't need to fuss, really. I'm a little tired after the flight, so I'll go to bed in a while, but I'm fine."

"OK, It's just... I miss you Vince, I mean, I love Chris, but I love you too, and I like spending time with you... and I just want to make sure you're OK." Jeff blushed, fluttering his eyelashes and looking up at Vince endearingly.

"I'm fine Jeffrey, really." Vince avoided all eye contact. "Nothing for you to concern yourself with."

Jeff was more perceptive than Vince realized. "I know you're lying. There is something wrong, but if you don't want to tell me, then I can't force you."

"I didn't lie Jeffrey." Vince ruffled his hair. "Now, I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me in three or four hours, OK?"

"Sure." Jeff kissed his cheek. "Sleep well Vince."

Jeff's fears were confirmed. There was something wrong, he just knew it

Vince's time away became a regular occurrence, happening at least once a week, so Chris moved temporarily into Vince's place; it was more convenient on a business and personal level. Chris was running the business almost single-handedly now, Vince only casting the most cursory of checks on his progress. In fact, he was getting on extremely well, only confirming Vince's faith in him.

Jeff was getting much better. He and Chris still weren't having sex, but he had definitely progressed. Chris would give him a sensuous massage, which would relax him enormously. Chris hoped that the relaxation would become a focus in Jeff's mind, enough that he could use it to calm himself if his hurt ever clouded his mind.

This night was like any other. Vince was away, Chris and Jeff were in bed, Chris had just given his young lover a massage, and they just laid in each others arms, their bodies entwined.

"Chris?" A meek voice broke the comfortable silence. "Touch me please? I'm ready, I'm sure I am."

"Oh Jeff." This was what Chris had been waiting for, but now he was scared. "If you feel uncomfortable, I want you to think of the relaxing we did, and if that still doesn't work, tell me to stop, OK?"

Jeff nodded thoughtfully. "I understand Chris. But... my mind and my body are telling me I want this. Please..."

Chris closed his eyes to calm himself a little, then realized that Jeff was looking up at him expectantly, and gathered himself. "Turn over sweetie." He whispered.

Jeff did as he was asked, lying on his stomach, taking a breath when Chris knelt over him, resting his weight at the small of Jeff's back. Strong hands immediately began a relaxing and sensual massage, and Jeff closed his eyes in bliss. He loved it when Chris did this. His hands would expertly manipulate the muscles in Jeff's shoulders, then his fingers would run up and down his spine until his entire body felt like jelly. Chris did the same right now, but this time he wriggled down Jeff's body to kneel above his knees, then started to massage his hips. Jeff squirmed at the unusual feeling, but he liked it, it made him feel good inside, it was a feeling he didn't recognize.

Chris was trying to gage Jeff's reactions, and he knew from experience that Jeff was incredibly relaxed and comfortable.

"Sit up baby." He whispered, prompting Jeff to sit at the edge of the bed, and sat behind him. Again he massaged Jeff's shoulders, his strong hands stroking and tending the flawless soft skin. Then he slipped his hands down Jeff's chest, his fingers tentatively touching, then teasing his nipples. At first Jeff tensed, but then he remembered what Chris had told him, and concentrated on relaxing and feeling safe, and to his surprise he found himself enjoying the feelings that Chris was giving him. He let his head fall back, and rest on Chris' shoulder as the older man pulled himself close to Jeff, pressing his chest against his back.

Encouraged, Chris lay a trail of kisses along Jeff's exposed neck, his breath quickening as he heard Jeff's moans of pleasure. This was such a wonderful feeling, to make Jeff feel so good. His hands trailed lower, touching the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, sensing immediately how hard Jeff was getting. He was feeling the same, his erection unmistakably pressing into Jeff's back.

"Touch me Chris, please touch me." Jeff's head rolled back, his previous trauma seemed to have disappeared for now, and he felt more alive than he had done in a long time.

Chris put one hot hand around Jeff's cock and squeezed a little, before stroking his fingers up and down the shaft. Jeff's mind was full of stars, the feelings were so new to him, he didn't understand how he could be made to feel so good. He found himself thrusting up into Chris' hand. Chris, knew that he couldn't last that long, it having been so long since he had allowed himself these feelings, and the feeling of Jeff's cum spilling over his fingers was almost enough to trigger Chris' own orgasm.

Jeff's mind was blank as he spilled his seed over Chris' hand. He felt like Chris had given him the most incredible gift in the world, it was something he'd never experienced before. He felt wonderful, but more importantly, he didn't feel at all guilty about it. Chris giving that to him, the intense pleasure he had just experienced, it felt so right.

Jeff knew he was half way there, but he wanted to go all the way, he knew it was the right time.

"I want you inside me." He breathed, still a little out of it. "I want this so much Chris."

"I want you too angel." Chris' own erection was pressing into Jeff's back, and the rainbow moved so that he was lying on his back, and he pulled Chris on top of him. They kissed hungrily, then the older man sat up and leaned over to the bedside cabinet, picking up a bottle of baby oil. Jeff nodded nervously, he suddenly realized now how different this would be.

It was the regular feeling when Chris pushed a finger into Jeff, but when he angled the digit to brush against Jeff's sweet spot, he jumped in shock. Chris smiled at the younger man as he clutched the sheets and moaned in delight. Chris was doing the most incredible things, he didn't know what he was doing but it felt so good. Chris found that he could stretch Jeff easily, the pleasure overwhelming him.

Jeff grunted in disappointment when Chris removed his fingers, but looked wide eyed when Chris lifted his ankles to his shoulders, linked his left hand in Jeff's right, and slowly pushed his throbbing erection into him. He pumped him slowly at first, letting Jeff get used to the new feelings, then Jeff started meeting Chris' thrusts, gasping each time Chris' cock brushed his prostate. Jeff knew that his cock was hard again, and Chris wrapped his hand around it and brought him to within an inch of orgasm, but he wanted to wait, he wanted them to reach the peak together. Chris knew his own orgasm would be soon: the mere sight of Jeff, hot and beautiful and writhing beneath him was almost enough.

"Chris! I'm gonna cum." Jeff gasped, and the muscles squeezed around Chris' cock, triggering his own seed to flood into Jeff, filling him over and over again. Jeff's cum hit Chris' stomach and his own, and he cried out at the most delicious pleasure he had ever experienced.

Gingerly Chris pulled out of him, then lay by his side. Jeff immediately turned over and wrapped his arms around Chris, the older man reciprocating the action so that their bodies were entwined.

Jeff went to speak but Chris stopped him with a kiss.

"No words baby. Just tell me you're OK."

Jeff nodded. "I'm more than OK Chris."

"Sleep now angel. I love you so much."

*********************

Everything was going fine for the couple now. Jeff was almost completely free from his demons, he thought, and he was blissfully happy with Chris. Chris was working hard and making the business a huge success, and he adored Jeff with all his heart and soul. The only thing that was wrong was Vince. They were both concerned by his increasingly erratic behavior. He would go away for a few days a week, and when he came back he had no interest in his business. He would either spend hours talking with Jeff about anything and everything, or he would visit friends that Jeff never even knew he had. It was strange, and Jeff was getting more and more concerned.

One day Vince had got Jeff and Chris together with him. He had a proposition, but he wasn't sure how they would react.

"I'll come straight to the point. I know I brought you two together, and you make a wonderful couple. But... there's something I want." He stared at them. "I want Jeffrey. I want to sleep with him one last time."

Chris looked at Jeff, and saw how pale his skin had gone. They were both shocked, and didn't really know what to say or do.

Vince saw this and smiled. "I'll give you some privacy to discuss this. I realize it's something out of the blue."

He left the room, and Chris just stared at Jeff. The younger man was wide-eyed and his lip was trembling. He pulled Chris close to him.

"Why now Chris? Why does he have to do this?" Jeff sniffed. "I love him, why does he have to put me in this situation?"

"I don't know baby. I really don't."

Jeff pulled back and looked straight into Chris' sea blue eyes. "I have to do this Chris. I do love him... he said it was one last time... I have to do this."

Chris' eyes filled with tears. Suddenly he was scared. "Jeff you don't have to."

"I do. I do have to." Jeff's tear-filled voice was insistent. "I do Chris." He sat down, not taking his eyes off his lover.

"Jeff... I don't want you to do this. Please don't." Chris really was scared now. He didn't want to share Jeff.

"Chris... please...." Jeff was close to tears. "I have to do this. I love Vince... It's only one time... I want to make him happy."

"I thought you loved me too."

"I do." Jeff stood up and tried to put his arms around the older man but he pulled away. "Chris I love you more than anything but you knew this might happen."

"I can't handle this, I can't." Chris ran out of the room, out to the garden where he sat at the entrance to Jeff's maze, sobbing brokenly.

He couldn't understand Jeff. He thought that Jeff loved him, so how could he do this now? How could he go and have sex with another man? Chris couldn't imagine what it would do to them. But... as much as he was scared of Jeff being with Vince, he was more scared of losing Jeff altogether. He could take anything, anything at all, but he couldn't lose Jeff. And... he could understand how Jeff felt... he'd been with Vince for so long... he'd loved Vince... it was one last time... he couldn't lose Jeff, he couldn't. He was so confused.

A few hours later he walked back to the house. At first he couldn't find Jeff, then he went up tot the room they shared and found him. Jeff was curled up on the bed, his arms wrapped around his legs, staring into space. Chris sat on the edge of the bed nervously, watching as Jeff's gaze shifted to his tentative frame.

"Jeff... I'm sorry." Chris looked away, willing the tears not to fall again. "I... I can't lose you. I'll let you... I'll accept this... just promise me you'll come back. I know you love Vince, and I'm scared that you won't need me anymore. Please, please promise me you'll come back to me."

Jeff bit his lip. "Chris... I do love Vince... but... but... I love you... you're my world... I won't ever leave you... but... I have to do this. Vince has given me so much... I need to do whatever he wants." Jeff sounded resigned, lifeless, there was something wrong in his heart that Chris could see but not pinpoint, and it worried him.

Chris pulled Jeff into his arms and rocked his body soothingly. He whispered words of love in his ear and stroked his hair, but neither could relax. With one question, Vince had blown their world wide open.



Jeff told Vince that he agreed to his proposal, so now there was no turning back. He'd agreed to go in to Vince's room that night, but when the time came it felt awkward, it wasn't how it used to be, when being with Vince was all Jeff needed to feel secure.

Chris sat in bed, terrified. Jeff kissed him one last time, then left the room. He walked across the corridor to Vince's room, knocked on the door and entered, trying to block out the sound of Chris sobbing.

"Vince?" He said softly. The room was cozy, and lit by one lamp at the side of the bed. Vince was already laid in bed, and he patted the space next to him for Jeff to join him.

"Jeffrey. Come to me." His voice was calm but not cold, and he seemed more in control than he had done for a while. It had always been that way, with the older man in control. Jeff immediately fell into the old pattern and did as he was told, getting undressed and into bed beside Vince.

He caressed Jeff's face. "Sweetheart, I never meant to hurt you. Or Chris. I'll explain my actions to you one day but right now... Jeffrey, I wouldn't ever lie to you, I need you, one last time."

"I understand." Jeff had intuitively known that there was something behind Vince's request, to know what that was would reveal everything. "I love you Vince."

"I know, and I love you too Jeffrey. I appreciate what you're putting at risk here." Vince caressed his cheek, then leant forward and kissed him softly. Jeff froze involuntarily, which Vince immediately noticed, so he stroked his hair and held him tightly. "Relax, I know this is hard, I won't hurt you."

But he was hurting him. "What do you want me to do?" Jeff asked quietly. "I'm yours, to do with as you wish."

"I want you. I want to be inside you. I want us to be close one last time."

Jeff nodded. He wanted them to be close too, but not like this. This wasn't right any more. But he knew how this would be, the same as before. He turned over onto his stomach, then brought his knees up so that he was resting on his knees and his elbows.

Vince was already naked, and had evidently been playing with himself cos he was already hard. He positioned himself behind Jeff and bushed his erection a little way into the unprepared Jeff. Jeff gasped, but bit his lip to stop himself crying out as Vince pushed further into him.

Vince was used to Jeff not using any lube, not gaining any pleasure from sex, and he had no idea that anything had changed. When he fucked Jeff now, it was agony for the younger man, after the tender loving that Chris had taught him to enjoy. Jeff kept thinking, as he had always done, that this was making Vince happy, but this time it wasn't enough.

The sex was over quickly. Vince pulled Jeff's hips close to him as he spilled his seed into him. As he pulled out of him he kissed down Jeff's spine, stroking his skin. He pulled Jeff into his arms and kissed his forehead.

"Thank you Jeffrey. You are so wonderful. I love you so much my darling."

Jeff sniffed to hide his tears and looked up. "I love you too Vince."

The other words remained unspoken. The words behind Vince's behavior. Vince knew this. He knew that Jeff suspected something, but he couldn't tell him. He kissed him one last time.

"Go back to him Jeffrey. I'm sorry I had to ask you to risk what you had with Chris. I never meant to hurt you."

"Thank you." Jeff pulled on his boxers and walked over to his and Chris' room. He opened the door to see Chris' tearstained face, and broke down sobbing into his arms.



"Chris." Jeff wailed, as if in agony. "I was wrong, I shouldn't have done it I'm so sorry."

"Chris was crying too, agonized by the pain Jeff was obviously suffering. "What happened baby, what did he do?"

Jeff's sobbing meant his breath caught in his throat. "Vince... did... nothing... wrong. I... I just... felt... like... I used to..." He was completely devastated, scared and distraught, not knowing what to do to make the feelings go away.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." He held Jeff tightly, stroking his hair. "I should never have let you go to him. He... He might not have meant to hurt you but he did. I shouldn't have let him."

"No, I had to do it." Jeff calmed himself a little. "I made him happy. I wanted to do that, and I'm glad I did... but... why do I feel like a slut? Hell Chris, I feel like shit. I feel like a slut cos he's given me so much... and I felt obliged... it's like everything he's given me is payment for the services I've given him."

"No... no baby." Jeff looked up, surprised. "Baby you've done nothing wrong." Jeff seemed so unsure Chris continued. "Sweetie... if you love someone... you do things that might hurt you... but you do them for the person you love... I mean... you being with Vince hurt me... but I let you go... being with Vince hurt you... but you did it cos you love him."

"I never meant to hurt you." Jeff touched Chris' face. "I love you with everything I have, Chris."

"I know. And I'm sure Vince never meant to hurt you either. Just... things happen that we can't explain, feelings that we can't control."

"I'm scared. It's the first time... the first time I've had sex... with someone when it's been through choice and been so scared... and concerned... and frightened... cos... I don't... when we had sex it hurt physically this time, like it's never hurt before."

Chris closed his eyes. How could this beautiful creature be hurt so much? He didn't deserve to be hurt. He didn't deserve to go through this. "I'm so sorry." he whispered, crying into Jeff's hair. "I'm sorry you get hurt all the time and I can't protect you as much as I want to."

Jeff put his hands in Chris'. "Chris... I've never had anything like this before. I risked so much... what if you hadn't accepted what I did? What if you'd left me? I couldn't have lived... I'm so sorry for risking that."

"What if you hadn't come back to me? What if Vince had given you everything you needed, and you didn't need me anymore?"

"I'm scared... I've risked losing you Chris... how could I do that? You're the best thing in my life." Jeff was in a world of his own, close to tears again. "I'm so stupid, I don't deserve you."

Chris squeezed his hands tightly, to get his attention. "Jeff, don't talk like this. Baby, none of this matters now. We've got through it, we're still together, and we'll only get stronger, I promise."

Jeff collapsed against him, spent with crying, and agony. Chris just rocked him gently, wishing he could take them both away from this.

"I want to go for a shower." Jeff announced quietly. "I... need to be... clean, I guess." Silently he stood up and walked over to the bathroom, leaving Chris alone to wonder how he was going to make Jeff feel better.

Jeff returned and got into bed. Chris joined him and Jeff immediately snuggled close, pulling Chris' protective arms around him. "I love you Chris."

"I love you angel. I will never ever leave you."



Chris slept uneasily, waking frequently to watch Jeff for any disturbance or fear. The younger man seemed to sleep well, as far as Chris could tell. He wasn't afflicted by any nightmares, and Chris figured that he was tired out from crying and all the emotion of the day.

The only time his disturbance became clear was when he awoke early, with a start. He sat bolt upright and screamed. Chris was immediately there, wide awake, to comfort him.

"Shhh, Jeffie, Shhhh." He rubbed his back tenderly. "Honey, I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise."

Jeff took a deep breath and collapsed against Chris' chest, sobbing deeply. Vince came running into the room.

"What's happened? Is Jeffrey OK?" He seemed very concerned about his welfare.

When Jeff saw Vince his sobbing became more violent. Chris was extremely worried about his welfare and looked up at Vince, with a sort of pity in his eyes.

"Leave him Vince. Now really isn't a good time."

Vince nodded and left, not knowing what was wrong but feeling guilt nevertheless. Once he was gone Jeff calmed down a little. He still wasn't fully coherent or aware of what was going on, but he was not as hysterical as he had seemed earlier.

Chris just stroked his hair and rubbed his back, whispering soothing words and kissing his forehead.

"Jeffie baby it was just a dream, it's OK angel, I won't let anyone hurt you. I'm here Jeffie, shhh now darling."

Jeff eventually became completely calm and his body lay limp in Chris' arms. As he became more aware and his senses more acute he sat up a little, covering his face with his hands and squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

"Chris it was horrible." They were the first words he had said that morning. "I dreamed... about... all my clients... that had Vince's face... and they all fucked me and it hurt so much... then... you rejected me cos I'd been a whore... and then I woke up." He looked up at Chris, removing his hands to reveal sheer terror. "You won't reject me, will you?"

"No, no baby, never." Chris put his arms around Jeff's shoulders. "I will never, ever leave you. Baby it was just a dream, it wasn't real."

"But it seemed so real." Jeff sighed, almost a childlike innocence on his face. "Why did I dream that Chris?"

"I think that you need to talk to Vince honey, I really do." Chris bit his lip, this might be incredibly hard for Jeff to do after

everything that had happened. "You need to sort out what's going on between the two of you." Chris firmly felt that this was true. He'd seen the look in Vince's eyes, and he knew. Vince had never meant to hurt Jeff, that he believed. He firmly thought that Vince did not understand Jeff anymore. The young man had changed an awful lot on the inside, which was something far less obvious, something that only Chris could really see and understand.

"I'm scared." Jeff whispered, his face pale. "I mean... I know Vince won't hurt me... but I don't want to hurt him either. I don't want him to feel guilty for what's happening to me when it wasn't his fault."

"That's why you need to talk angel. Explain to him how you feel, how you've changed."

Jeff nodded sadly. "Why does this all have to be so complicated? All I want is to be happy and to make the people I love happy."

Chris kissed him tenderly. "It will work out Jeff, I promise."

Once Chris had gone to work, Jeff ventured downstairs to face Vince. The older man was sat in the kitchen, and looked up warily as Jeff walked into the room.

"Vince, I'm sorry." Jeff stood by the door, tentative, unsure of what to do.

"No, Jeffrey I'm sorry." Vince stood up, slightly reassured when Jeff didn't back away from him. "I've hurt you, I never meant to do that."

"I know," he replied softly, walking over to the chair next to Vince and sitting down too. "I guess... Vince I haven't treated you fairly. I've changed a hell of a lot since I met Chris, and I didn't tell you... and I should have done."

"I should have realized." Vince interrupted. "I should have known... you were happier and I knew that... and I made you risk that."

"You didn't force me to." Jeff smiled a little, but Vince could tell that it was forced. "I made that choice."

"I put my selfish needs above your happiness. I know I shouldn't have done that... if I'd have known it would make you so unhappy, then Jeffrey I would never have done it."

"I know that." Jeff put a trembling hand over Vince's and squeezed it. After Jeff's reaction that morning, it meant everything to Vince. "I should have told you how I'd changed, then you would have understood."

"Tell me Jeffrey. It's not too late for me to understand."

"I hope not. I love you Vince, I don't want to lose that." Jeff took a deep breath. "Vince, Chris has helped me to understand... that I can... I can experience pleasure. When I'm with him... it's so incredible that I can't really believe it. I mean, you knew..."

"You never allowed yourself pleasure." Vince finished sadly. "You would never let me touch you. I accepted that because I thought it was what you wanted."

"So did I. But Chris pushed it, and I realized what was stopping me. I... I felt guilty, because of my past... I didn't think I should be allowed to feel pleasure, cos I'd made money from sex for so long. But Chris realized... made me realize that... I was wrong." Jeff stared straight into Vince's eyes. "I should have told you, then last night, it could have been different. But I didn't and instead it just reminded me of every man who paid me for sex."

Vince pulled away and put his head in his hands. "Oh Jeffrey. I'm so, so sorry. I've made you so unhappy, I never meant to."

"It's not your fault Vince. I promise. I realize that, ... we stopped communicating... we can't go back to the way things were... cos...cos I have Chris and I love him more than anything... but I shill want to make you happy."

Vince smiled and pulled Jeff into a hug. "I know sweetheart. You have made me happy. Seeing you... the way you are now... I know that you being with Chris is the right thing. I won't ever make you risk that again." Jeff relaxed against him, as he continued speaking. "Now, I want to go into the office again, do you want to come?"

"Yes." Jeff jumped up. "I can tell Chris that you and me are OK."

"We're definitely OK Jeff. You and me, we have something special, and nothing is going to change that." Vince smiled happily. He'd almost achieved everything now.

*********************

While Jeff was wondering around the office chatting to people he knew, Vince sat down with Chris.

"I'm glad what I did didn't cause any lasting damage between the two of you." Vince said with a smile. "I realize now what you two have is incredibly special."

Chris beamed. "Jeff is an incredibly special person. I'm glad you've worked everything out with him, it means a lot to him."

Vince nodded, then looked up questioningly. "Chris, have you ever thought about, you know, perhaps, making a permanent commitment to Jeffrey?"

"I have," he admitted, "But I wouldn't want to scare him or overwhelm him... it might be too much."

"Or it might be the security he needs."

Chris started thinking and decided that Vince was right. He knew he loved Jeff so what better way of showing it? He considered the ways he could ask him. A candlelit dinner was too cliché, in bed was just tacky... he knew the perfect place.

That evening, after Vince had gone to bed, Chris suggested a moonlight walk. Jeff enthusiastically agreed, and they walked, hand in hand, around Vince's grounds. Eventually they found themselves at the entrance to Jeff's maze.

Chris looked at Jeff, took his left hand and knelt down on one knee. Jeff just stared at him in shock.

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy, I love you with all my heart and soul. Will you marry me?"

He made Chris stand up, then kissed the older man's hand. "Chris, I will. I would be honored to spend the rest of my life with you."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, spontaneously pulling Jeff into his arms and blinking tears from his eyes. "Oh Jeffie, you've made me the happiest man alive."

"You've made me happy Chris." Jeff unashamedly let tears fall down his cheeks, "I can't tell you how much. I love you darling."

Chris sighed. "I love you too angel. And... I'll do anything for your happiness, I mean, whatever you want to do... cos I know we can't legally get married... but spiritually, in our hearts, we can."

"I'd always dreamed about getting married, but I didn't think that anyone would ever want me... but you do. Oh Chris." Jeff started getting emotional again. "You don't know what you've done for me." He sniffed. "There's a priest... he does blessings... He officiated at a ceremonies for some of the guys at the club... and we could have the service here... I know, at the centre of the maze." He said excitedly. "And Vince could be the witness."

"I think he'd like that Jeff." Chris smiled tenderly at the younger man. "It would mean a lot to him. I told you, no matter what you want, you can have it. This is going to be the most wonderful ceremony."

Jeff rushed into the house to wake Vince, and tell him the good news. The older man sat up, smiling broadly, and kissed Jeff.

"I'm happy for you sweetheart, truly I am." He looked at Chris. "Congratulations Chris, I'm glad you took the plunge."

"So am I." By Jeff's reaction, he knew he'd done the right thing.

Vince hugged Jeff tightly. "I'm happy for you Jeffrey. You make me very proud."

They left Vince to go back to sleep, and went over to their own room. As they undressed, Jeff questioned Chris a little.

"Chris? Did Vince say something to you about asking me?"

He was surprised by the question, and looked up, ceasing movement for the moment. "He did mention it Jeffie, why?"

"What did he say?" Jeff evaded the question.

"Only that... had I thought about making a commitment to you? I said that I had, but I wasn't sure whether or not it would overwhelm you... he suggested that I give it a go. It was the best thing I ever did." Chris was perturbed. "Jeffie why are you asking me this?"

Jeff sat on the edge of the bed, and Chris joined him, looking at him in concern. "I just feel... like... nothing in our lives happens without Vince being in control. He's controlling us Chris, and I don't know why."

"I guess you're right." Chris had never thought of it like it before, but it did seem to be true. "But.. he does things... that in the long run make us happy, so is it such a bad thing? Perhaps he wants to make us happy."

"I guess." Jeff leaned against Chris' shoulder. "He's been good to us. I can't complain really can I? I just don't like the thought of being controlled like that."

"Are you sure you're happy with us getting married? I'm not pressuring you?"

"No, no." Jeff laughed softly. "This is definitely what I want. But right now..." he put his hand on Chris' naked thigh. "I want you."

Chris moaned involuntarily as Jeff's hand crept up to his crotch and began to massage him through the soft material of his boxers. "Jeff... baby that's good."

"You like that?" Jeff grinned, intensifying the action a little. "You want me to make you feel good?"

"Oh my god... yeah. Jeff honey, are you horny tonight or what?" Chris was delighted that he was. Even watching Jeff undressing was enough to make him hard.

"I'm horny, and I want you so bad." Jeff had slid down to Chris' feet, and pushed his legs apart impatiently. He prompted Chris to move so that he could remove his boxers, quickly ridding himself of his own too. He leaned forward a little and licked around Chris' shaft, but was surprised when the older man pulled away.

"What's wrong?" He pouted, looking up at Chris endearingly. The blond just laughed and lay back on the bed, motioning for Jeff to join him.

"I wanna suck you too." He breathed, nervous of the request because it was something he'd never done before.

Jeff smiled in relief and anticipation, and got up on the bed, climbing over Chris and kneeling over his face so that Chris took his cock in his mouth. Gasping in pleasure, he did the same to Chris, sucking voraciously, while Chris' moans of pleasure around his cock sent shockwave after shockwave around his body. Chris began a dizzying, frenetic suction so that Jeff quickly came close to orgasm.

"Chris baby, oh god." The younger man's words were almost incoherent around Chris' cock, but were the words that sent Chris over the edge, and without warning he came in Jeff's mouth, triggering the younger man's own orgasm. Chris swallowed everything Jeff gave him, then licked his cock clean like a lollipop. Jeff licked Chris clean then sat up and moved round so that his lips met with Chris'. Laughing, the blond licked a little of his own cum from Jeff's chin, where it had spilled in a frenzy of passion.

"You are so hot baby." Chris kissed him softly. "That was the most wonderfully erotic experience."

"I know. I could die at moments like that, it's so beautiful. I'm honoured to experience that with you." Jeff blushed and snuggled close. "I don't really care if Vince is controlling our lives. When it's this good, it doesn't really matter. And I can't wait to be married. I'll finally be Jeff Irvine."

"You want to take my name?" Chris beamed with pride.

"I do. That way, this will be like a new start for me."

*******************

On the day of the ceremony, Jeff was nervous as hell. Vince was dividing his time between Jeff and Chris, making sure both were ready, but he seemed to be spending most of his time with Jeff. Eventually he managed to calm him down enough to leave him alone for a while. He had to escort Chris and the priest down to the maze, then went back to leave Jeff.

Chris was hiding his nerves well. He loved Jeff, and today would prove that. He'd talked to the priest a little, who had reassured him that in the eyes of God, their relationship was just as valid as a heterosexual relationship. He knew in his heart that was true. God wouldn't create something so perfect if He thought it was wrong.

When he turned around he knew he'd found something perfect. On Vince's arm, Jeff entered the centre of the maze. He looked beautiful, his hair freshly dyed in a myriad of rainbow colors, dressed in a smart morning suit similar to the one that adorned Chris' frame.

Smiling shyly, he stood at Chris' side, entwining his hand with Chris' and looking up at the priest. Vince watched them proudly, this was exactly how he'd envisioned.

"Jeff, Chris, we are here today to confirm your love and join you together under the eyes of God. You will each make a series of vows to each other, then your union will be blessed. We will begin with the vows that you have written. Jeff, if you'd like to begin."

"Chris, I love you with every inch of my being, every fibre of my soul. You have accepted what I am and given me the freedom to grow, to learn about myself. Chris, I vow that my love will never waver or die, I vow that I will give you all the attention you need, the space you want, the support you need when you feel weak, congratulations when you succeed, and the love you deserve. I make these vows from my heart, which I give to you."

The priest smiled. "Jeffrey Nero Hardy. Do you make these vows under the eyes of God?"

"I do." Jeff said confidently.

"Chris, if you'd like to make your vows."

Chris swallowed deeply, then began. After Jeff's vows, he was so emotional he didn't know if he could speak. "Jeff, I knew I loved you the moment I met you. I found an instant connection inside me that drew me to you and I knew you were the one who God had meant for me. I promise, I vow that I will give you the love you need, the freedom to grow, the confidence to believe in yourself and your talents. If I could, I would give you the world. I love you Jeff, and I thank God that he loved me enough to let me be a part of your life."

"Christopher Keith Irvine, do you make these vows under the eyes of God?"

"I do." Chris turned to Jeff and smiled, squeezing his hand.

"You have chosen to exchange rings as a symbol of your never-ending love. May I have the rings please?" Vince stepped forward and handed over the two platinum bands. "Thank you. Jeffrey Nero Hardy, Christopher gives you this ring as a token of the love he bears. It is worn on the third finger of the left hand to bring it as close to the heart as possible."

Chris pushed the band onto Jeff's slim finger, and smiled tenderly, melting at the love in Jeff's green eyes.

"Christopher Keith Irvine, Jeffrey gives you this ring as a token of the love he bears. It is worn on the third finger of the left hand to bring it as close to the heart as possible."

Jeff brought the ring to his lips, then placed it on Chris' finger. The look of love that shone from Chris' eyes told him that he was doing the right thing.

The priest continued. "By making a commitment, in the eyes of God, you have promised to love and cherish each other. This is a bond that cannot be broken lightly, you have promised to talk instead of argue, listen instead of surmise, compromise instead of dominate. Love must be worked at, tended like a flower, to ensure that it remains as beautiful as a flower. God will always give you support, to allow you both to enjoy your love."

He closed with a prayer, and the ceremony was over. He warmly congratulated the couple, then walked back to the house with Vince, leaving the newly-married couple alone in the maze.

"I love you Jeff." Chris pulled him into his arms. "You've made me the happiest man in the world."

"Me too. I'm Jeff Irvine now." Jeff giggled. "Your husband. It sounds so wonderful."

"It is. And what the priest said, it was right. We will work at this, always. Our love will always be beautiful, because I will never let anyone destroy it." Chris kissed his lips tenderly, running his fingers through his hair. For both of them, it was as if the rest of the world didn't exist. It was perfect.



They didn't have a honeymoon. Vince offered to pay for them to travel anywhere they wanted to, but Jeff refused. In his mind, the rest of their lives were a honeymoon to be enjoyed together.

The two were blissfully happy. In one way, their lives hadn't changed at all: they still worked, they still went out partying, but on a mental level the relationship was so much more intense. Jeff had never felt anything so right, so good, and in a way it scared him that he might ever lose Chris. Chris was happy, blissful that Jeff loved him so much, but he worried about his young husband, worried that he felt unfulfilled. True, Jeff was running Vince's domestic affairs, but it wasn't fulfilling for him. Chris knew Jeff well enough to know that the more time he had, the more he'd worry about the relationship. And there was nothing to worry about, so Jeff needed something to occupy his mind.

Chris suggested that he start writing again. Jeff had ceased his artistic work ever since he'd been with Chris. He explained that he'd written to alleviate his unhappiness, but when he was with Chris he was happy, so he hadn't needed to write anymore. But Chris knew that he was too talented to give up.

He was painting again, landscapes and still life's mostly. His current work was a portrait of Vince, and he was especially careful to make it the best thing he'd ever done. Somehow, it felt like an incredibly important, personal thing, he felt like the artist did in Oscar Wilde's 'The Portrait of Dorian Gray'. A piece of him was in the picture.

Chris walked into Jeff's studio room from the garden, stepping through the ornate patio doors. He stood behind Jeff and admired his newest work. It was unusual for Jeff; abstract, the only discernable features at this point being two bodies entwined in the centre of the canvas. Around it were hundreds of dashes of color.

"It's unusual for you Jeff." He whispered, blowing into the younger man's ear. "I like it though."

Jeff turned around, surprised. "I don't know where it came from. I guess... I don't know. I was reading Malory and I want to combine the romanticism of Lancelot and Arthur and Guinevere with a sort of eroticism. I'm not sure how it'll turn out though." He pulled off the paint splattered shirt he was wearing and wrapped his arms around Chris' neck. "I'm feeling erotic baby. Wanna inspire me?"

"Mmmm." Chris grinned and kissed his nose. "I've got some good news for you first though."

"What?" Jeff looked up, excited.

"You know that guy who came around for dinner last week." He had been a business associate of Chris' but Jeff didn't know that he also owned an art gallery. "Well, he called me today. He's doing an exhibition of up and coming artists and he wants to exhibit some of your work."

"What do you mean?" Jeff was shocked. "How can he do an exhibition? I thought he was a business associate."

"He is, but he branched out. He runs the art gallery in the centre of town."

"And he wants my work?"

"He thinks you have real talent." Chris stroked his hair. "And so do I."

"Oh Chris." He squealed. "I'm so happy."

"I'm proud of you babe. You really deserve this." Chris grinned. "You are so, so talented. Now what were you telling me about needing inspiration?"

"I do. Take me to bed and fuck me senseless." Jeff demanded petulently, so Chris threw him over his shoulder and carried him upstairs, throwing him unceremoniously onto their bed.

"You want it?" Chris asked gruffly, while pulling off all of Jeff's clothes, then removing his own.

"I want your dick in me right now." Jeff gasped, staring up at Chris with eyes as wide as saucers.

Chris was immediately hard: Jeff's words and the sight of his naked body waiting and willing and wanting him always had that effect. Trembling, he slicked his fingers with lube and pushed one into Jeff, angling the digit up to stimulate his prostate. As much as he loved doing this, loved causing that pleasure that radiated on Jeff's face, right now he didn't want to wait. He wanted to be buried inside Jeff.

"Fuck me Chris, I'm ready, I am." Jeff gasped, squirming beneath him. "Fill me up."

Chris pushed his cock a little way into Jeff, wanting to go slowly so that he didn't hurt him, he was always mindful of that. But Jeff somehow managed to wriggle around and impale himself completely on his cock.

"Fuck me." He demanded. "Fuck me hard Chris. I want you so bad."

Chris did as he was asked, pulling almost completely out of Jeff and slamming back into him, eliciting squeals of delight from Jeff. Eventually he gave up his measured rhythm and began to pump into Jeff, the younger man meeting his thrusts eagerly. Jeff was so hot and tight around Chris, and he adored that feeling. His hand was wrapped around Jeff's cock, and the movements caused a frustratingly wonderful pleasure for Jeff.

"Chris... I'm gonna come." Jeff gasped, and he spilled over Chris' hand. The feeling of Jeff's warm cum over his skin sent Chris over the edge, and he came inside Jeff, flooding inside him with his seed.

Exhausted, Chris pulled gingerly out of Jeff and lay by his side, spooning him and holding him tightly.

"Are you inspired?" He asked when he got his breath back.

"Oh yeah." Jeff sighed contentedly. "You inspire me every day of my life."



Jeff was a lot happier now, Chris could see that. He had a life outside of his relationship, and he looked like he would be a huge success; the critics at the gallery loved his work. He was delighted at what he had achieved, and Chris was immensely proud.

So was Vince, but what Vince was most proud of was the portrait Jeff had created. He knew how hard Jeff had worked on it, knew that Jeff had put some of himself into that picture, and he was delighted with it.

Vince was still going away for a few days a week; it was almost their routine now, but Chris and Jeff were still concerned by it, and still in the back of their minds was the thought that Vince was controlling them. Everything, them being brought together, where they lived, their careers, even their marriage, seemed to have been orchestrated by Vince. It confused them, but they didn't feel comfortable asking him about it. Jeff was still mindful of how close he was to Vince, and he was wary of hurting him.

While Vince was away one week Jeff got a phone call. One of the staff answered the phone, and called Jeff from his studio to take the call.

"Is that Jeffrey Irvine?" asked the anonymous voice on the end of the line.

"It is, may I ask who's calling please?" Jeff was instantly on guard.

"Mr Irvine, this is Greenwich Medical Centre. One of our patients has given your name as a next of kin."

Jeff panicked, immediately thinking that something had happened to Chris. "What's happened? What patient?"

"Mr Vincent McMahon has requested that you and Chris Irvine come to the centre immediately."

"Why? What's happened?" Vince wasn't ill, so what had happened to him?

"Mr McMahon has requested that he explain everything to you when you arrive."

Jeff sighed. He was seriously worried now. "OK, we'll be there as soon as we can."

He hung up and immediately dialed Chris. Jeff couldn't comprehend this, he knew something bad was happening and he was scared.

"Chris." His shaky voice echoed on the phone.

"Jeff? Baby what's wrong?" Chris, even though he was miles away, could hear the fear in Jeff's voice.

"I just got a call... from the Greenwich Medical Centre, we have to go in... something... it's Vince... he wants to explain to us... we have to go now." Jeff was close to tears, he knew with every word that something bad was going to happen.

"Shit. Baby I'll leave work now, and pick you up, OK?"

"I'll be ready Chris."

Jeff got changed out of his painting clothes and sat waiting for Chris. When he heard the car pull up, he shouted to the cook that he was going out and ran out of the door, jumping into the car and straight into a hug from Chris.

"You OK baby?" Jeff nodded sadly, his eyes saying otherwise. "Where do we have to go?"

"They didn't say. They didn't say anything, just that Vince had asked for us to be there."

"We'll be there soon Jeffie. We don't know what's going on yet, so let's not panic."

"I know something's wrong, I can feel it." Jeff stared out in front of him. "I just know it Chris."

When they arrived at the medical centre they made their way to the main reception desk for the building.

"We're here to see Vince McMahon." Chris told the receptionist.

"Ah yes. One of our nurses will take you to him, you'll need to go up to the oncology unit."

Those last two words echoed through Jeff's head. It couldn't be true. It couldn't.

Vince had cancer.

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Vince was lying in a clinical hospital bed, but his private room was sunny and comfortable. He smiled as Jeff and Chris walked into the room, but it faded as Jeff ran into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Vince... what's wrong? Why are you here?" Jeff asked tearfully, staring at Vince then kissing his cheek, taking his hand and sitting down beside him. Chris sat down too, next to his husband.

"Jeffrey, I don't want you to cry." Vince was eerily calm. "But I'm dying. I have cancer, and it can't be treated. It was caught too late, and... it spread. There's nothing they can do. It's attacking me and I will only get weaker. I've tried everything, but it's no good. It's only a matter of time... it could be weeks... or months." Vince stopped sadly, to see Jeff sobbing into his hands. "Jeffrey, please don't cry sweetheart."

"But I love you Vince. I don't want to lose you." Chris put his arm around Jeff and allowed the younger man to sob into his shoulder. When he was a little calmer, he sat on the edge of the bed at Vince's prompting, and Vince held his hands.

"Jeffrey, I love you too. I don't want to leave you. I don't want to die, but I will, I accept that. But sweetheart, I'll always be here, I'll always be proud of you. I'll always love you." Vince wiped his tears away. "Now sit down with Chris. I need to talk seriously to both of you."

Both watched attentively as he decided what he was going to say. After a while, he began to speak. "You two are a wonderful couple, closer and more special than I ever envisioned. I have to confess, I have controlled both of you. I brought you together. I controlled Chris' career, I hoped that Chris would help you recover from your past trauma, and he did. Everything right up to you two getting married I had planned." The confusion and anger on Chris' face made him continue. "You see, I had to. I've known for a while now that I've been ill, that's what I've been doing on those days away, trying every treatment. I feared the worst, so I had to find someone who would take care of and fulfill Jeffrey in the way he deserved. I believed that I achieved that, and I know that you are both happy. I wish I could have told you about this, but Jeffrey I know you would have insisted on staying with me, and I couldn't let you do that. I sensed that Chris was perfect for you."

"This is all for me?" Jeff looked up brokenly. "You planned everything..."

"I also relied on the strength of your love for each other. Without that, the situation would never have worked. And, you wouldn't have survived my one selfish action, when I fucked you Jeffrey, if you hadn't truly loved one another."

Vince lay back on his soft pillows and closed his eyes. "Jeffrey. I don't want you to be sad. And I want to apologies to both of you, for controlling you like that, although I don't regret what I did."

"I don't regret it either." Chris said, holding Jeff close as he tried to control his tears. "Vince, you are such a brave man."

"I'm not, I'm human." He smiled, reaching over to touch Jeff's hair. "Both of you go home now. Come and see me tomorrow, and please don't be sad. I've had a wonderful life, and I don't regret a moment."

Chris led Jeff to the car, driving the silent and distraught boy home. The younger man ran straight up to their room, and threw

himself down on the bed, sobbing his heart out. Chris followed him and held him gently, shedding his own tears as he allowed Jeff to cry himself to sleep.

Jeff insisted on visiting Vince the next morning, and every day from then on. He was finding it hard to believe that one day Vince wouldn't be there, and it was incredibly difficult for him to reconcile the fact in his mind. Every day he would go to see Vince, talk to him for hours, then come home and cry his heart out. Vince was getting weaker, and Jeff could see it even if he didn't want to believe it. He felt like he was living in limbo, and it was hell.

Chris accompanied Jeff as much as his commitments to the business allowed. Vince had insisted that the business shouldn't be neglected, so the Canadian divided his time. Chris was torn; he was devastated by the realization of Vince's illness, and incredibly worried by Jeff's anguish. Chris felt deeply for Vince; he had always been a good boss, then a good friend too. He tried to be strong for Jeff, but it was hard.

Jeff sat at Vince's bedside, stroking his hair. Sometimes Vince liked him to chatter away, but sometimes he just liked Jeff to care for him, as he was doing now. The older man's eyes were closed, and he was dozing peacefully for a while, then he squeezed Jeff's hand to get his attention and opened his eyes.

"Jeffrey, I don't want you to cry." He said quietly. "You look so sad, and I've never wanted to make you sad. I only want you to be happy Jeffrey, you know that."

"I know." Jeff sighed, his voice betraying the easy tears that sprang to his eyes. "But how can I not be sad? Vince I love you, you were the only constant in my life for so long. You saved me, you were my salvation."

"And I brought you and Chris together so that he could do that. He can be all of those things to you now Jeffrey."

"But I want you."

"Jeffrey, don't cry." Jeff willed the tears to go away but they didn't. "You are not losing me. I'll always be around. I'll be in your heart, and I'll be watching your joys and your triumphs."

"But it's not the same." Jeff sniffed. "I know… we're lucky, cos most people… they don't get the chance to do this…. This clarity…"

"Shhh sweetheart."

Chris arrived, looking tired and fraught. He smiled weakly.

"Hey Vince, how are you doing today?"

"I'm good." Vince's voice was quite weak at times. "Chris, I've just been talking to Jeffrey, about how you'll take care of him."

"Of course I will. You can trust me Vince, you know I'll never hurt him." Chris touched Jeff's shoulders.

"I know, and Jeffrey knows that. I just don't want him to be sad."

"We'll both be sad Vince. You can't expect us not to."

"That may be true, but I want you and Jeffrey to take care of one another. While you have each other you'll never be alone." Vince squeezed Jeff's hand and closed his eyes. "And you should never be sad. I've achieved everything I could possibly want in life. All I want now is for you two to promise me you'll have a long and happy life. Promise me you'll both do that."

"We will." Chris agreed tearfully.

"Jeffrey?"

"We… we will Vince." Jeff sniffed sadly.

"Good boy. Now go home, both of you. I'm tired, and Chris looks exhausted." Vince was close to falling asleep.

"Good night." Jeff stood up and kissed his forehead. "I'll come in and see you in the morning."

"Good night Jeffrey, good night Chris." Silently they left the room and drove home, as usual in silence going straight to bed,

Chris stroked Jeff's hair as he cried out his heartache. The younger man was distraught, and it was making him ill. Chris felt like he could do nothing to help his husband.

The phone rang. Alert, Chris reached over the side of the bed and answered it. After a few words he hung up and looked at Jeff tearfully.

"I'm sorry angel." He sobbed.

Jeff bit his lip. "Vince?" He whispered.

Chris just nodded. "A… a few minutes ago."

He held Jeff tightly as the young man resumed his sobbing. The Canadian shed his tears into Jeff's hair, and they lay this way all night, unable to do anything else.

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They went into the hospital the next day, to talk to all the nurses that had looked after Vince, to thank them, and to start sorting out the funeral arrangements. The nurses had nothing but praise for Vince's bravery, and they too would miss him. When Chris mentioned the funeral arrangements, one of the nurses gave him a stack of papers.

"Vince organized everything before he died." She said. "He asked me to make the calls, so that you wouldn't have to do anything. He was adamant that he didn't want you to worry about anything. "

Jeff was silent, he hadn't said a word for hours, and Chris was worried about him. The nurse could see that, she had seen too many grieving relatives, but she had seen how supportive the couple were for each other, and knew that if anyone was going to recover, it would be Jeff and Chris.

"Thank you so much for everything you did for Vince." Chris said, hugging each of the nurses, "he was so happy and comfortable here."

"You two take care." They were told. "Vince was a strong man, and you two need to be just as strong now."

Because Vince had organized the ceremony, there was very little for Jeff and Chris to do. He had specified everything that he wanted, the music, the readings, everything. At the bottom of his papers, he had left a note for Jeff. `Please don't cry Jeffrey, we're celebrating my life, and you played a huge part in making my life so good. Remember that, and please don't cry.'

Jeff didn't cry. He thought that he would at the service, because he'd done very little but cry since Vince's death, but the readings that Vince's friends did, the stories they told, Jeff found himself laughing along. Vince was right, it was a celebration. After everything Vince had achieved, he felt proud to have been a part of his life. In a way, it made the grieving process a little easier for him, because he finally believed everything that Vince had told him.

After the ceremony he broke down again, but Chris was there for him, and he was immensely proud of Jeff's strength. Jeff knew that he had fulfilled one of Vince's last wishes, and listening to other people talking about him made him realize how lucky he had been to be so close to someone so special.

A few days after the funeral Vince's lawyer visited the couple. Chris had decided not to go back to work for a week or so, still a little worried about Jeff, so the lawyer was able to talk to both of them.

His tone was brisk, but not without sadness, for Vince had been a client of his for many years. "As you know I have been dealing with Mr. McMahon's will. In short, he has left you both his house and his business. He specified that Chris Irvine continue to run the business, and Jeffrey Irvine continue to run the house, keeping all members of staff for at least two years. His remaining assets, namely the summer home in Florida, will be sold and the proceeds divided between all of the staff at the house and the business, and the Greenwich medical centre where he was treated." Vince had made sure he had taken care of everybody.

Jeff looked a little shocked. "Vince wanted us to have all of this?"

"Yes." The lawyer smiled. "He had been planning this for some time remember, and he left a note to say that you must keep painting Jeffrey. He was particularly proud of your achievements in that field."

"Thank you sir." Chris shook his hand and showed him out. He turned back to Jeff in shock. "Baby... Vince... I can't believe..."

"He really cared about us." Jeff was wide-eyed. "He really wants to make us happy. We're secure now, we can both follow the careers we love..."

"The most important thing he ever gave us was each other." Chris finished, pulling Jeff into his arms. "Vince always said that he wanted to make you happy, that was his last achievement."

"I know, and I wish... I wish I could say thank you, so that he really knows..."

"He knows Jeffie. You being happy is the greatest thing you could ever give him."

"I will miss him so much though." Jeff sighed. "I wish there was something I could have done..."

"You made him happy Jeff." Chris touched Jeff's nose with his own. "You made him happy and proud. And we'll always be happy, you and me together, cos that's what Vince always wanted."

*******************

Life went on. Jeff's renown as an artist was growing by the week, and Chris was continuing to make the business a huge success. Jeff had never felt so content. He missed Vince, he thought about him every day, but it was easier to bear now. He was happy, but Chris knew that there was one more thing that he had to do, to have made all of Jeff's wishes come true. On Jeff's birthday, Chris led him down to the centre of the maze.

"Do you remember what you said?"

Jeff looked at him, confused. "What? When?"

"You wanted to come out here… and you wanted me to make love to you… Last time, it wasn't right. This time it will be."

Jeff beamed. "You remembered!" He was delighted, and threw his arms around Chris' neck.

"I remember everything about you." Chris purred. "I remember the softness of your skin." He brushed his hand over Jeff's cheek. "I remember the taste of your lips." He kissed him tenderly. "I remember the silkiness of your hair." He pulled it out of its band to run his fingers through it. "And I remember the firmness of your ass." He laughed, squeezing it gently, Jeff squeaking in surprise.

"Oh Chris." Jeff leant up and captured his lips in a heated, passionate kiss that seemed to last for hours. Eventually he pulled away, wide-eyed and smiling. "You know what I want Chris."

"I know, but I want you to tell me." Jeff looked shacked, so Chris continued. "I'm yours Jeffie. I'll do whatever you want, whatever you desire, just tell me what you want me to do."

"I… I don't know if I can." Jeff stammered, biting his lip nervously.

"You can, I promise you can. Try it." Chris breathed, pushing his hand under Jeff's T-shirt and touching his chest, caressing the soft skin.

"Undress me. Undress me slowly and kiss me." Jeff whispered tentatively, nervous and unsure. Chris grinned, he hoped Jeff would enjoy this, getting more comfortable and more uninhibited.

Chris pulled Jeff's T-shirt over his head, then stared at him, brushing his hair back from his neck then leaning forward to kiss his neck softly, nipping at the soft, tender skin, then running his tongue over the little pink marks. He sucked at his throat, moving down his windpipe then diverting his attention to Jeff's nipples.

Jeff yelped in surprise as Chris ran his tongue over his left nipple, swirling around, teasing him and eliciting moans of delight. It was torturously wonderful for Jeff, even more so as Chris gave the same treatment to the other nipple.

"Lower… oh god you drive me wild Chris." Jeff gasped, his knees feeling weak as anything.

"Anything you want Jeff." Chris grinned inwardly; Jeff was getting the hang of this. He knelt down in front of the younger man and worked his shoes and socks off, then undid his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. At Chris' prompting, Jeff lifted each leg in turn so that he could remove the Jeans, then he looked down at Chris and pouted.

"You missed something babe." He said petulantly, but with a gleam in his eye. "Take everything off."

Chris slid his fingers under the elastic of his boxers, and caressed the base of his back, then pulled the soft cotton from his body. Jeff stood in front of him, stark naked, and to Chris it was a wonderful sight. He placed a soft kiss on Jeff's stomach, then on the tip of his cock, which was leaking with arousal. He darted his tongue out and licked away some of the fluid. Jeff shuddered with anticipation.

"You like that?" Jeff could only nod in agreement. "You want more?"

"God yes. More." Jeff laced his hands in Chris' hair and guided his movements as he ravished his cock, sucking and licking up and down the shaft greedily. Jeff threw his head back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he could feel himself surrounded by pleasure and it felt so perfect, like nothing else in the world.

Chris pulled away. He knew that Jeff was close to falling over, his knees weak, so he prompted the younger man to lie down on his stomach, his hips raised slightly.

"You are so beautiful little Jeffie." Chris breathed in delight. "So perfect." He brushed the rainbow hair from the back of Jeff's neck and licked the salty skin, leaving a trail of wetness as he licked down his spine. "I want you to enjoy this." He continued his trail of wetness and licked around Jeff's willing hole. Surprised, Jeff jerked his hips up and almost damaged Chris' nose. The Canadian just laughed. "All in good time baby."

He licked around him for a while, until Jeff was begging for him to finger him, fuck him, anything. Chris tongued Jeff a little, eliciting shrieks of pleasure from the younger man, then he alternated his tongue and his fingers, stretching and pleasuring Jeff. To create a wonderful dual feeling for him, he slipped one hand around Jeff's cock.

"Jeff… I want you to scream for me baby. Tell me you want me… tell me what you want baby." Chris nibbled at Jeff's ear, then kissed him softly.

"Fuck me Chris… fuck me hard… make me scream and make me cum. Please Chris, I need you so bad."

That was all the encouragement Chris needed, and he pressed his erection a little way into Jeff, then a little more, waiting each time for Jeff to adjust; he was always wary of hurting him. He found himself fully sheathed inside Jeff, the younger man's tightness around him. Once Jeff was adjusted to the feeling, Chris moved, pushing himself into Jeff so that he hit his sweet spot each time.

Jeff screamed. "Chris… more… harder." He pushed back against his lover, so the penetration was so much deeper. Chris obliged him, both of them screaming in unison with each thrust. Chris' hand was still coaxing Jeff to orgasm, and the younger man was close to the peak.

"Come on baby… cum all over my hand for me" Chris growled, thrusting harder until Jeff gave a strangled cry and his muscles tightened around Chris' cock, triggering Chris' own orgasm. As Chris flooded into Jeff, the rainbow came over Chris' hand, with one, long, pleasured scream.

His breathing shaky, Chris pulled out of his lover and lay back, encouraging Jeff to lay with him on the soft grass. Jeff rested his head on Chris' chest and listened to his heartbeat.

Chris stroked his hair, staring above him. "I love you angel. Did I make your wish come true this time?"

"My wish and all my dreams." Jeff whispered. "I love you so much."

"Are you happy baby?" He asked softly, his voice unsure.

"I am. I can truly say that I am. I don't have any worries, fears, or anything. I am so happy Chris."

"I'm glad, cos that's all I ever wanted for you."

"You make me happy, Christopher Irvine, Very happy. Kiss me please."

"Anything you say." Chris rolled over and engulfed Jeff in his arms, with a breathtaking kiss.

"Then I want to make you happy. I want to suck you off."

Chris giggled. "You like ordering me about now, don't you?"

"I do, now shut up and let me love you." Jeff smiled, a genuine smile. And he knew. He was sure now, that he was happy. He knew for sure that this was what happiness was.