Date: Sun, 19 Apr 1998 07:29:32 GMT
From: BearKattz@aol.com (BearKattz)
Subject:Perfect Harmony M/M

Thanks to everyone's feedback on my last story.  Hope you enjoy this one as
well. 

Romance - M/M

NOTICE - The following story contains explicit depictions of M/M sex.  Please
read no farther if you are underage, 18/21, or are offended by explicit sexual
stories.

Comments welcome to Bearkattz @aol.com

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 "Malicon Corporation, how may I direct your call?  One moment, please. Malicon
Corporation, how may I direct your call?"  Sean's busy fingers flew over the
high tech phone system as he transferred the numerous calls.  A couple of
gentlemen entered the glass doors and stepped up to his plush, marble inlaid
receptionist station.  

During a brief lull, the larger of the two men spoke, "Shaeffer and Hawkins to
see Mr. Tarninger." Sean looked up to acknowledge them and his heart started
beating faster at the sight.  The man who spoke was incredibly good looking
with short blond hair,  hazel eyes and he must have been at least six feet
four.  The expensive dark suit draped broad shoulders and slim hips. He looked
like he was in fantastic shape.

"Certainly, sir.  If you'll have a seat, I'll let his secretary know you're
here."  Sean swallowed as he forced himself to look away.  He could feel the
other man's eyes on him as he intercomed Mr. Tarninger's secretary.  As the two
men were led away by Rhonda, Sean leaned over his desk to get the backside
view.  He gave a deep sigh.  It was just as good as the front.

The rest of the day, he couldn't get his mind off of Michael Hawkins, CEO of
the Hawkins Corporation.  During a break, he pumped Rhonda for as much info
without trying to sound as desperate as he felt.  But she smirked anyway. "Aha!
The Ice Queen has melted, eh?  Well, if you must know, Sean, Michael Hawkins is
very single,  39 years old and very successful with his own company." Rhonda
smiled at Sean's hopeful smile.  "Now, get out of here.  I've got work to do
even if you don't."  But there was no malice in her voice.  She wondered if she
should mention that Michael Hawkins had made a couple of discreet inquires
about Sean.  Nah.  The course of true love....

At 5:00, Sean packed up a few things and headed toward the elevator.  A couple
of people were going out for a drink and invited him along but it was two days
until payday so he graciously declined.  His stomach rumbled and he mentally
wondered if the bologna he bought at the end of last week would still be good
for one more day.  He was still mentally reviewing the contents of his
refrigerator and not really paying attention to where he was walking when he
bumped into a person stepping out of the elevator.  "Oh!  I'm sorry...." he
started to apologize and his voice trailed off as he realized to whom he was
talking.  "Mr. Hawkins! I'm so sorry!  I wasn't looking where I was going."  

But Michael held up his hand and brushed off the apology with an easy laugh.
"Please, it's ok.  I was actually a bit in a hurry myself.  Are you ok?"

"Me?  Yeah, I mean, yes, of course, Mr. Hawkins," Sean stammered, his heart
thundering at the nearness of the man who had occupied most of his afternoon
daydreams.  He mentally shook himself.  "Well, I don't mean to hold you up.
Sorry again." and Sean stood aside to let him pass.

"It's Michael and well, I was on my way to see you as a matter of fact."
Michael  smiled.  "I wanted to catch you before you left.  I guess I was
cutting it a little close."  Michael noticed Sean's eyes grow wide with wonder
and not a little worry which he quickly decided to alleviate.  "I was wondering
if you were doing anything tonight.  I thought we might get a drink or some
dinner if you weren't busy."

Sean swallowed in disbelief.  This hunk, this fantasy of two legs wanted to go
out with him?  Oh be still my heart...

Michael could tell Sean was stunned by his invitation.  Didn't he know how
gorgeous he was?  While only about 5 foot eight inches, Sean had pale, milky
white skin, straight black hair that hung well past his shoulders, an absolute
gorgeous, slim body, and the deepest blue eyes he'd ever seen.  It was the eyes
that caught Michael's attention at first.  He felt like he could lose himself
in them if he stared long enough.  He thought back to Rhonda's conversation
about Sean. Sean, who was now 28, and his gay brother had lived together after
their parents had disowned them for their homosexuality.  Richard, Sean's
brother was diagnosed with AIDS just half a year later. Sean and Richard lived
decently until Richard got sick and couldn't work anymore.  Sean worked full
time and took care of his brother as best he could with the help of several
friends until Richard died about two years ago. Sean had several boyfriends who
had broken his heart - they wanted his body but left his heart behind.
Apparently Sean was looking for more than just sex.  He wanted a relationship
and so he'd froze a lot of people out of his life who didn't.  That suited
Michael just fine.  He didn't enjoy the gay scene, or the straight scene for
that matter, that suited the people who were looking for a good fuck and
nothing else.  Rhonda had hinted with a veiled warning to beware anyone who
broke Sean's heart again.  Michael smiled at the devotion Sean was held by
those close to him.  

Sean saw Michael smile and he felt his knees grow weak. *No, NO, NO!  I can't
go through this again.* and he mentally steeled himself for his standard Thank
you maybe some other time, speech.  Michael saw it coming and moved to
forestall it.

"Look, Sean.  Just a drink and some dinner, that's all.  You can call all the
shots." Michael began and wondered how to put Sean at ease.  "I...I just wanted
to get to know you a little better," he said, looking a little embarrassed.

Sean knew he was lost at that moment.  That brief hesitation from such a
powerful, successful businessman - a little window into the soul of the man who
stood towering above him.   "Ok." he agreed quietly.  

Michael grinned and after a moment's hesitation of his own, Sean smiled back.
Michael motioned with one hand toward the front door and with the other, gently
placed it on Sean's upper back to steer him toward it.  

"Do you have a car?" Michael asked.

"No, I take the bus, but there's a nice quiet little place just down the street
we can walk to, " Sean volunteered. Michael inwardly chuckled at Sean's
assumption.  "No, I have a car.  I just thought we might want to take care of
it before we left," he murmured as they stepped outside into the cool dusk and
motioned toward the limo that was awaiting them at the curb.  He almost slammed
into Sean at the younger man's abrupt halt.

"This..." he squeaked, "is your car?"

This time Michael did laugh.  "Yes, Sean, this is *my car*."  But Sean just
kept staring at the black, stretch limo whose chauffeur was patiently waiting,
holding the door open.  Sean turned and looked up into Michael's laughing eyes.
Michael sobered at the intense look Sean was giving him.

"Remember, Sean.  You call the shots.  We can take a taxi, if you'd rather."
Sean continued to probe Michael with a stare until he almost began to feel
uncomfortable.  

Sean gave a shaky laugh, "And give up a ride in a limo!  No way, man."  He
turned and entered the door, while presenting the tightest little ass to
Michael's admiring gaze.  He could feel his cock acknowledging the picture
as well.

"Thanks, Peter.  Chez Bistro, please." Michael instructed the limo driver as he
climbed in behind Sean.

Sean was trying hard not to stare and poke his fingers into all the cabinets
and consoles that surrounded him.  "Wow.  TV, VCR, fax, a full bar.  Michael,
this is incredible."  Sean turned to face him.  

Michael smiled.  "I like that."

Sean shook his head, "You like.....?" he questioned.

"You just called me Michael.  I like that."  Sean could feel his face flush and
cursed his pale complexion.

"You still ok here?"

"Well, this is a little overwhelming," Sean acknowledged.

"You just say the word and I'll have you back home before you can click your
heels three times, " Michael said seriously.  "Although I would be very
disappointed."

Suddenly Sean began to laugh.  Michael smiled at the genuine amusement but it
was his turn to be confused as Sean tried hard to stifle his laughter. "What's
so funny, Sean?" Michael smiled and chuckled.  Sean's laugh was infectious.

"You...you...you..." Sean gasped as the tears began to fall, "must be a Judy
Garland fan!" he finally managed to say amid desperate attempts to breath.

Michael stared at him for a moment before he caught on and began to snicker.
But before long, he was holding his side as the laughter threatened to
overwhelm them both.  Peters looked at the two men in the back, who were
obviously having a good time.  He smiled.  He was glad his boss was getting the
opportunity to enjoy himself.  It had been too long for the hardworking man
whose company consumed his life.

By the time they reached the restaurant, Michael felt like he'd known Sean all
his life.  He could tell Sean felt more comfortable as well, but there was
still some reserve.  Michael vowed to breach those barriers even if took some
time.

The evening went well.  Sean saw the restaurant and immediately began to
backpedal claiming he wasn't dressed for it.  He saw the open admiration in 

Michael's eyes, as the older man looked him up and down and declared him *just
perfect*.  Sean willed his blush to recede with every fiber in his body.  The
night passed too quickly for both men.  Sean had never enjoyed a meal more or
had the undivided attention from so many people at once.  They had their own
waiter, who hovered a discreet distance away and served them the most fantastic
food. Sean had let Michael pick the food, since he didn't recognize anything on
the French menu anyway.  They both talked and told each other a bit about their
lives but Michael had to keep prompting Sean to talk about himself since Sean
was fascinated by Michael's travels all over the world and would have been
happy just to let Michael talk about that.  

When Michael finally had to put a halt to it and told Sean he wanted to
hear more about Sean's family.  "But your stories are so much interesting,
Michael," Sean protested.  "I don't have anybody but a father and a sister
who don't speak to me.  I've lived my whole life in this city and never
traveled beyond the state." It could have been made to sound pitiful but
Sean said it with a matter-of-factness that broke Michael's heart more than
the pitiful cries would have.

"So, tell me more about your travels to Africa," Sean prompted eagerly.  And
Michael sighed at the boyish enthusiasm his companion evoked and began another
tale.  The rest of the evening passed quickly and it was with some amazement
that both men noticed the late hour.  It was 1:00 am!  They both reluctantly
headed out to the limo and Sean gave Peters the direction to his home.  They
were silent for several minutes enjoying the passing lights in the night.  

"I enjoyed tonight, Sean." Michael began turning to face the younger man.
Sean's heart started to pound.  

"I did too."

"I'd like to see you again."

"Me, too." *Shit, shit, shit.  Can you please put together a sentence of more
than one syllable words, you idiot.*

Michael smiled with not a little relief and didn't seem to notice Sean self
admonishment.  "Are you available tomorrow?" 

"Yes!  No!" Sean began and Michael looked confused.

"I mean, yes, I'd like to but I can't, Michael."  Sean paused, "I have to work
tomorrow night."  Oh man, he did so not want to get into this.

"You have to work tomorrow night." Michael repeated slowly.  "You have another
job?"

"Yeah, this was my only night off and I don't finish till midnight tomorrow,"
Sean said trying not to sound as depressed as he felt.  The medical bills from
his brother's hospital stay were enormous and he had to work two jobs to make
ends meet and pay off the bills.  Although, the way he figured it, he'd have to
live to be 120 to meet his financial obligations.  But he didn't want to dump
this on Michael, especially on their first date.  

Michael was quiet and Sean wondered if this was going to be the last date. "So,
let me understand this.  I can't see you until next Thursday?" he finally
asked.

Sean felt a glimmer of hope rise in him at the sound of the sad note in
Michael's voice.  "Well, I don't have to be at work until 3:00 on Sunday."  

Michael looked a bit brighter.  "Well, can I see you on Sunday then?  I could
pick you up for breakfast?"

"I'd like that.  A lot." The two men grinned at each other like kids and the
arrangements were made by the time the limo pulled up at Sean's apartment. Sean
couldn't help but note Michael's disapproval at the shabby neighborhood as he
held the door open for him.  Michael waved goodnight but watched until Sean
opened the door and was inside before leaving.  


 Perfect Harmony Part 02/03 
by Bearkattz@aol.com

The next day saw two dozen white roses sitting on his desk as Sean sleepily
arrived in the morning.  At the sight of the exquisite flowers, Sean suddenly
felt wide awake and his heart leapt as he quickly reached for the card which
simply said, "I enjoyed last night." Sean felt like singing the rest of the day
and Rhonda gave him a knowing look when she saw him. During a couple of brief
lulls in his day, Sean managed to conjure images of Michael and felt his cock
twitch as he pictured himself  naked on a bed of rose petals as an equally
naked Michael strode toward him with his cock pointed straight toward Sean
growing larger and ....the phone rang harshly jerking Sean out of his pleasant
daydream.  That evening as he waited tables at a local gay restaurant, Sean
couldn't help but compare every man he saw with Michael.  Needless to say, they
all lacked one way or another.  

When he got home from his long day, he found a message on his answering machine
from Michael who said he was sorry to call but he missed him but he couldn't
wait until Sunday.  Sunday seemed light years away but Sean managed to put on a
brave face while his inner demons seemed to assail him and keep him from what
little sleep he got. *He's going to use you and abuse you just like the others
did.  You don't deserve somebody like him.  He's handsome and rich, why would
he want you?  You're just going to be his twice a week date.  What do you think
he's doing the rest of the week?  Who's he with the rest of the time?  Can you
be just a part time plaything, a part time boytoy? He probably won't even show
up on Sunday.* 

When Michael rang Sean's bell Sunday morning, he tried to keep his dismay at
the dark smudges that circled the azure eyes.  But he greeted Sean brightly,
"Good morning.  You feeling okay?" Michael asked, with concern in his voice as
the young man showed him the apartment.  While it was small, the apartment was
clean and neat, furnished with the hodgepodge of items that made up most single
mens apartment where money isn't to be wasted on such minor things.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." Sean said trying to keep the relief at just seeing
Michael from his own voice.  Michael was dressed casually in jeans and white
shirt with comfortable leather loafers but Sean thought he'd never seen anyone
more handsome.  "Let's go.   I'm starving."

Michael laughed and led the way.  Michael thought the few days away from Sean
would put his own feelings in some kind of perspective but the moment he saw
Sean they all came rushing back.  He wanted Sean, he wanted to protect him, to
put his arms around him to keep him safe, to cherish him.  As the morning
progressed, he could tell Sean was enjoying himself even though he seemed
fatigued.  They had breakfast, went to an art museum where Sean felt a whole
new world open up to him with such a knowing and informed teacher and ate a
lunch of hotdogs in a local park.  They sat with their backs to a huge oak tree
watching the patrons take advantage of the beautiful fall day.  They both felt
such a peace and serenity that when Michael reached over to clasp Sean's hand,
it felt like the most natural thing in the world for both of them.  Sean looked
up at Michael and smiled and the older man was torn.  He knew Sean was tired
and had been on the verge of suggesting that they head back to the apartment so
Sean could rest up before he had to head to work, but he didn't want to miss a
minute with this beautiful guy.  But Sean tentatively rested his head against
the older man's shoulder and Michael knew it would take a nuclear blast to get
him to give up this up now.  As the minutes went by, Michael felt Sean's head
grow heavy on his shoulder and he slowly eased the head down to his lap where
Sean murmured before settling quietly in sleep.  Michael stroked the satiny
black hair and felt amazed to find that he would willingly give up his
extraordinarily busy schedule, which to date consisted mainly of his work, his
company and more work,  to sit quietly in a park watching this man sleep.  He'd
plenty of men and women who were willing to satisfy his sexual needs, but he'd
never felt any desire to pursue them or to give up his precious time. Until
now.

When Sean woke because a nearby child had fallen off a swing and was bawling at
the top of his lungs for his mother, he was horrified.  Michael couldn't help
but laugh at Sean's apologies for falling asleep and how could Michael have let
him do that and what the heck was he laughing at?  Michael let the tirade
continue while casually picking out pieces of grass that had been captured by
the long hair.  Sean finally wound down and a small chuckle escaped.  

"Some hot date I've been, huh?"

Michael leaned over and hesitated in a silent quest for permission asked and
received, gently kissed the full lips in a chaste kiss, "I wouldn't have
changed a thing."  The blue eyes closed at the contact and stayed that way for
several seconds after the soft lips withdrew. When they opened, they men stared
at each other for a long moment.  At that instant, Michael knew he couldn't
live without Sean in his life.

The next several weeks passed with Michael growing more and more frustrated at
only being able to see Sean for several hours each week.  Sean grew more and
more fatigued as the time he spent with Michael for those few hours, were the
ones he usually used to catch up on much needed sleep in order to keep his two
full time jobs.  It also didn't help the situation that Sean felt his sexual
needs spiral downward with his fatigue and Michael's skyrocket in his
frustration.  He was tempted to find a quick release with someone but knew he
wouldn't be satisfied with anyone but Sean now.  He thought about approaching
the younger man but quickly discarded that idea.  He wanted their first time to
be special not quickly grabbed in their few free hours with a clearly exhausted
lover.

Michael had even tried to spend the evenings at the gay restaurant Sean worked
just to be able to be near the man.  But Sean put up with a lot of sexual
advances and gropes from the men who thought the small, attractive man was easy
prey.  Michael inwardly seethed and soon stopped going.

Sean felt Michael's tension and wondered how long they would last.  Michael
hadn't even mentioned having sex yet although they managed some passionate
kissing and petting in the back of the limo.  But Michael continued to be
attentive and caring, showering Sean with flowers and some much needed new
clothes.  Sean was confused and tired.  He thought he might love Michael but
this relationship was so different from what he was used to.  First came the
sex, and then came the *relationship*, well, hopefully came a relationship. He
had to admit that since this was the first person he'd really dated since he'd
had to work two jobs, that there was a time constraint that he didn't have
before.  All these thoughts went through his head, as he got ready to leave
Malicon Corporation for the day.  But he brightened when he saw Michael come
through the glass doors.

"Hi baby. I missed you." Michael said as he placed a quick kiss on Sean's lips,
noting the deepening circles under his eyes. *That's it.  This is enough*
Michael thought and all plans of the evening flew out the door.  He held the
door open for Sean and they walked to the elevators.  

"So, what's on the agenda this evening?" Sean asked, desperately trying to
smother a yawn.  

"Sean...," Michael began but was interrupted as the elevator door opened and
several people emerged.  Sean heard the seriousness in Michael's tone and his
heart dropped. *This is it.* he thought. *He's gonna dump me. Why do I let
myself open up only to get hurt again and again? What is it about me?* Sean
thought with despair. *I can't even say I got a lot of good sex out of this
relationship.*  They rode the packed elevator in silence and it continued as
they headed to the waiting limo.  Michael held the door for the dejected Sean
and climbed in after him.

"Where to, sir?" Peters asked.

"Just drive anywhere, Peters, please."  Sean felt his heart plummet even
further.

"Sean....baby...," Michael began hesitantly, "I don't think we can continue
this way."

Sean, trying to make it easier for him interrupted, "It's okay, Michael.  I've
been expecting it.  I understand.  I really do," he swallowed.  "If you could
just tell Peters to stop here, I'll catch a train home," he said quietly.

"What?" asked Michael in confused shock.

"I know things have been a little strained and I don't blame you at all.  I
just want you to know that and I've had a wonderful time." Sean said, but he
couldn't make himself look at Michael.

"Sean, honey, I think we're at cross purposes here," Michael put a finger under
Sean's chin and turned the thin face toward him.  I don't want to break up with
you, unless that's what you want." he finished hurriedly.

"You don't? But when you said we couldn't continue on this way, I thought you
meant you wanted to finish it." Sean said, the blue eyes wide with confusion.

"Well, it's true.  I don't think we, you or I, can continue like this.  Look at
you.  You've lost weight, you're exhausted."  He dropped his hand from under
Sean's chin and took the smaller hand in his larger one. "I want you.  I want
to have sex with you.  I don't want to see you just for a few hours every week.
You try so hard to do what I want, honey, and you're just so tired that you
don't enjoy it."

"But I do...," Sean protested, "I love every minute that I spend with you,
Michael. I do!"

"I know you do, babe, but it's driving you to exhaustion.  Rhonda told me you
almost passed out the other day.  Why didn't you tell me?"  Michael said with
concern and a hint of reproach in his voice.  He trailed a finger down the side
of Sean's face and touched the full lips.  "Why, baby?"

"I didn't want you to be worried.  It wasn't anything, really.  I was just
tire....." Sean's voice trailed off.

Michael had the decency not to gloat over his hard won point.  He just leaned
over and kissed Sean.  He took the slender hand in his and looked into the
azure eyes, "Sean, I want the chance to get to know you, to love you the way
you deserve to be loved.  I love you. Let me have the chance to prove it to
you.  I want us to spend real time together.  And we can't do that with you
working two jobs.  I want you to quit your jobs."  Sean was caught up into the
spell of those hazel eyes, in the words that spoke to his heart, that he'd been
waiting for somebody to say to him for such a long time.  

When the last sentence pierced his brain, he drew back in shock. "What?  You
want me to quit?  How can you ask me to do that?  You know I can't.  If I can't
pay those medical bills, they'll go after my dad for payment and Richard would
roll over in his grave if I did that.  I promised him I would take care of it,
Michael.  I can't just quit my jobs so I can have time to go to museums with
you!"  The last sentence broke on a sob.

Michael put a finger to Sean' lips to stop the tirade.  "Sean, I'm sorry.
Shhhh.  I didn't explain that very well.  I love you, baby.  I want to take
care of you.  I want you to move in with me and I've already taken care of the
bills.  They're paid for - in full.   Even if you say no, I want you not to
have to worry about those damn medical bills for the rest of your life. Please
let me do this for you.  I really do love you."

There was a pause and Michael could hear Sean's rapid breathing.  "You want me
to move in with you?" he whispered.  Michael nodded.  "You love me?" Michael
nodded again with a twinkle in his eye.  "But we haven't even had sex yet?  How
can you know you love me?" 

Michael felt something twist in his stomach.  He raged against those people
who've hurt Sean in the past, who taught him that love equaled sex - no, that
sex equaled love. He just shook his head and drew Sean tightly into his arms.
He was glad that they hadn't been able to have sex yet.  He hoped it would
teach Sean a very important lesson.  "Soon, baby, soon.  Does this mean yes
then?"

"Yumph!" came the muffled reply from Sean as he was held tightly against
Michael's chest.  Sean pushed himself away and repeated, "Yes!" and looked up
into the handsome face.

Michael leaned down and kissed the open lips.  His tongue began to explore and
suck Sean's mouth and tongue.  He pulled back and moaned in frustration.  "Move
in with me tonight, Sean, please?  I can't wait much longer.  I'll take care of
everything, I promise. I'll call Malicon and talk to the old man myself so you
won't have to give your two weeks notice.  I'll even hire a temp," he added
quickly as he saw Sean's frown.  "I'll do the same for the restaurant, too.
And I'll have the movers pack everything in your apartment, so you don't even
have to go back tonight.  Please say yes, baby?"

"Tonight?" Sean repeated but he saw the hopefulness of Michael's face and
quickly agreed.  

"Oh, baby, I love you so much," Michael whispered as he bent to ravage the
sweet mouth.  Sean felt he was in a daze.  He had gotten into the limo thinking
he was being dumped and within the course of thirty minutes, his whole life had
changed.  No more bills, no more jobs, no more worries, and.... Michael.  He
felt like he was in a dream and he did not want to wake up.

When they both came up for air, Michael hit the intercom and told Peters to
take them home.  "Yes, sir!" came the enthusiastic reply.

"I think you've had another conquest with Peters, baby.  He thinks the world of
you, too.  He's constantly asking me to make sure I've sent you flowers."  Sean
met Peters smiling gaze in the rearview mirror and returned it with grateful
glance.  Michael hauled Sean into his lap so he could kiss him easier but as
Sean's enthusiastic wiggling brushed against his swollen cock, he moaned.  "Oh,
baby, what you do to me!"

"Well, the feeling is mutual, I can assure you," Sean murmured as he buried his
tongue into Michael's mouth and placed Michael's hand on his own burgeoning
length.  "I want you."

Michael drew back so quickly, Sean almost fell off his lap.  "No, Sean.  Not
yet, not here, ok?  You're still so tired.  I... I want this to be special."
And with those endearing words, Sean felt the first stirring in his heart even
as his cock diminished.  "Let's go home, to our home, and I'll put you to bed
so you can get some rest, ok?"  Sean nodded and placed his head on Michael's
shoulder as he felt the tension and adrenaline from the last half hour leave
him and his eyes closed.

Michael smiled and petted the smooth hair all the way home.  When they arrived,
his attempts to wake Sean were futile.  The weary man just mumbled and buried
his head closer to Michael's chest.  So Peters held the door open, while
Michael gathered Sean in his arms and managed, rather gracelessly,  to get them
both out of the limo.  He carried Sean up the steps where his butler, Jameson,
silently held the door open for him.  Michael brought Sean to his master
bedroom and deposited the still sleeping man on the huge king size bed.  And
between Jameson and himself, managed to get Sean undressed down to his boxers.
It was Michael's first sight of a nearly naked  Sean and he felt his cock stir
at the beautiful body before him. He covered Sean with a light blanket and
began stripping his own clothes off in preparation for a shower - a cold one.
But the image of the nearly naked man of his dreams would not leave his mind
and he slowly stroked himself under the hot steam and pulsating jets of the
huge shower stall.  The corded veins in his neck stood out as he came silently
while he imagined his cock buried deep within the ass of the man sleeping
peacefully in the other room.  He quickly finished his shower, and padded
softly to join his fantasy in bed.

When Sean woke in the middle of the night, it was to utter confusion.  He felt
a large body pressed against his back, and a large arm thrown protectively over
his chest. He wiggled to lay on his back and could make out the handsome
features of Michael laying beside him from the silvery moonlight that shown
through a nearby window.  A very naked Michael.  He feasted his eyes on him
from head to toes and when he reached the face, he started to see a pair of
gleaming eyes smiling at him.  

"Do you like what you see, baby?"

"Very much," and he deposited a swift kiss on the smiling lips.  "But
unfortunately, I have some business to take care before I can get back
to....cataloging those fine features."

"Oh.  Here, let me show you where the bathroom is."

Michael stood and held out his hand to Sean who shyly took it.  "Hurry,
please."

Michael chortled and led the way to the unseen doorway which melted into the
paneling that covered the room and held the door open.  Sean gave him a
grateful smile and disappeared into the room.  Michael smiled when he heard the
stream hit the bowl and Sean's answering sigh of relief.  He heard the faucets
turn on and off and then the door opened.  Sean stood for a moment staring at
the picture Michael made, standing silently naked in the moonlight.

"You're like a god standing there like that."  Sean murmured.

It was with some surprise that Michael saw Sean had taken off his boxers and
was now equally naked as well.  "And you, baby, are beautiful."  

Their cocks twitched together in response to each other's bodies.  "Michael,
don't make me wait anymore, please."  Sean whispered as he drew nearer the
taller man.  

"No, baby, no more waiting."  He leaned down to kiss Sean and then swiftly
picked him up in his arms and carried him over to the bed.  He gently placed
him down and then began to worship the body beneath him.   He kissed and licked
every inch of the compact form from nipples to navel.  He marveled at the
smooth chest and lack of body hair on his lover except for the trimmed blue
black hair that surrounded the cock that was his next destination.  Sean lay
writhing on the bed, his fingers grasping the sheets much like a cats kneading
paws.  As Michael's mouth completely engulfed his cock, his back arched
completely off the bed and he gave a soft scream of delight.  Michael sucked
and licked and caressed the engorged cock with such intensity, Sean knew he
wouldn't last long.  

"Please." Sean begged as he tried to reach for Michael's body, any part of
Michael's body.  He wanted to reciprocate what he was feeling, what Michael was
making him feel.

"No, baby, this is for you.  I want to do this for you."  He gently pushed the
reaching hand away.  And Michael renewed his efforts on the cock bobbing in
front of him, making his jaw ache while wetting his fingers with the copious
amount of pre-cum and spit that was now flowing from the purple, swollen
cockhead.  He gently inserted a single finger into Sean's anus and carefully
began to finger fuck and stretch Sean's asshole.  His finger continued to
stroke and probe while his mouth sent Sean into overload.  

When he managed to find Sean's prostate, Sean jumped, "Oh yesss, right there,
right there. God, yesss!" he cried.  "Oh, I'm going to come, Michael!" Sean
warned as he felt the orgasm build.  Michael moved his mouth away from the cock
but then completely sucked in the tightening balls as he continued the intense
finger stroking in and out.  With a shout of delight, Sean came with thick
spurts of cum all over his chest and face for what seemed like forever. Michael
stopped and watched his lover's body spasm in the joy of orgasm as his own hand
sought his hardened cock and began to stroke it seeking the same relief.  

"No, Michael!" Sean cried weakly. "Please fuck me."  When Michael shook his
head, Sean lifted his knees to his chest and the last bastion fell.  Michael
leaned over to the nightstand drawer and grabbed the condoms and lube and both
men fumbled with the items in their hurry.  "Hurry, Michael.  I need you in me
so bad." Sean moaned.

With the condom on and Sean's anus filled with the lubricant, Michael placed
his cockhead on Sean's hole and gently pushed.  The cockhead slipped in and
Michael, with strength from somewhere, waited until Sean nodded his permission
to proceed.  With a quiet cry of pleasure at the tight warmth that enveloped
him, Michael slipped in the rest of the way and this time it was Sean who
prompted him.  "Come on, Michael.  Fuck me, please."

But it was as far from fucking as Sean had ever known.  Michael was making love
to him.  With the sweat dripping down his face, Sean saw the effort Michael was
making to ensure the Sean was enjoying this as well.  The long, slow thrusts
that stroked his already sensitive prostate was enough for Sean to feel he
could almost come again.  "Come on, Michael," he urged, "come for me."  Michael
leaned over to awkwardly kiss Sean, his hips still undulating but when he
straightened back up, he began to pump harder and faster.  Sean ran his hand
over the lightly furred blond chest and began to twist the hardened nipples.  

"Oh, baby, I'm going to come." Michael warned and Sean began to squeeze his
internal muscles.  "Oh, God, baby!" Michael screamed and he felt the intense
feeling wash over him.  He slumped over Sean who held the larger man until he
could feel the softening cock slip out.  In his fog induced brain, he was
amazed at how well they fit together.  It didn't seem like a first time with
all the little awkward moments that usually occurred with bumped noses and
wandering elbows.  It had been like beautiful music, like perfect harmony
soaring to towering heights.

Michael slid off Sean and lay next to him breathing heavily.  As his breathing
evened out, he pulled Sean into his arms, the dark head resting on the broad
chest and sleep claimed them both.   


 Perfect Harmony Part 03/03 
by Bearkattz@aol.com

The next few days were a dream, no, a fantasy come to life, Sean thought
happily.  They woke that first morning together still wrapped in each others
arms while the sun light flooded in from it's perch high in the sky.  Sean's
first panicked thoughts were he was going to be late to work but a questing
tongue laving his nipples quickly brought home the realization that he didn't
have to go to work today or ever again!  He sighed in delight and held the
blonde head closer to his chest.  

"I could suckle at your nipples all day, baby." Michael murmured into the
smooth chest.  

Sean gave a low laugh which reverberated to the lips at his nipples and Michael
gave a chuckle in return.  Michael gave up his treat with a sigh and rolled
sideways off the bed.  "C'mon, baby, let's get showered and I'll give you a
tour of the house before breakfast, ok?"

Sean agreed and threw off the tangled blankets amidst the mess of the bed.  He
glanced guiltily at the spots and stains.  "Ummmm, Michael....," he began
hesitantly holding the sheet between thumb and forefinger distastefully.

Michael quickly turned and held Sean in his arms tightly grasping the firm
buttocks before lifting the smaller man up to eye level.  Their cocks ground
pleasantly together a second before Michael said, "Nope, babe.  Don't even
think about it.  I've got a very discreet staff who takes care of such things
and you don't ever have to worry about the day to day stuff."  He hefted Sean
farther up and kissed the bruised lips again, pulling the lower lip into his
mouth to suck on.  Sean sighed and wrapped his legs around the slender waist
and his cock was squished nicely between the two bodies.  But a full bladder
finally protested and Sean pointed a finger toward the bathroom.  Michael
chuckled and carried Sean easily into the other room. Necessities taken care
of, Michael turned on the taps to the shower and stood up just in time to see
Sean bend over to pick up a fallen towel - his perfect ass too great a
temptation.  Michael stroked himself a few times before putting a hand to the
white mounds of flesh tantalizingly before him.  He pulled Sean to his chest,
nuzzling his neck and ground his awakening erection against the smooth back.  

"Oh, baby, what you do to me."

"Fuck me, Michael." Sean spoke quietly and leaned forward to give Michael
access to him.  Michael fumbled blindly in a nearby drawer for lube never
releasing his other hand from stroking Sean's nipples or stopping the maddening
rubbing of his cock along his lover's body.  He quickly prepared his now erect
rod and gave the pucker of flesh several circling massages before entering his
lube-slickened fingers.  Sean moaned his delight and the fingers were quickly
replaced.  Michael held Sean bent almost double at the waist, taking  his
entire weight on his arm as he began to pump into the delicious, tight warmth.


"You're so tight, baby." Michael murmured and Sean began to push back to meet
the burning thrusts.  The smaller man began to stroke his own cock and began to
squeeze his ass muscles against the incredible fullness in his belly.  Michael
was not small but after the initial burning pain there was a fantastic build
toward pleasure.

"OhGodohGodohGod," Michael spoke in time with his increasing tempo.  "I'm gonna
come, sweetheart!" Michael groaned.  With several more quick hard thrusts he
pushed in one more time and froze as he came within his lover's ass.  He
slumped over the sweating back and Sean's legs gave at the unexpected weight.
They both sank to their knees.  Michael pulled Sean back against him and
reached for purple rod that spat it's precum, almost in anger at it's lack of
completion.  Michael pulled his softening cock out but Sean's dead weight was
too much for his sensitive head so he turned Sean around.  "Lay down, babe."
He gently laid the smaller man on the thick, white rug and knelt between his
legs.  He stuck two fingers in the leaking rectum and grasped the steely flesh
and began to pump it with his lubed fingers.  Sean gasped at the sensations and
grabbed Michael's arm as his lover began to finger fuck him and stroke his
swollen cock.

"Come for me, baby.  I want you to come for me, Sean."  Michael crooned softly.
He bent over and took the fiery cock in his mouth and searched for the nub of
flesh within the ass.  

He didn't think Sean would last long and just as he found it and gave a fierce
suck and took the cock down his throat, Sean managed to gasp out,
"I'm...I'm..gonna.." and he came with several hot spurts down Michael's throat.
He swallowed it all and looking like the proverbial cat, licked his lips and
laid next to the gasping man.  He drew him into his arms and Sean placed his
head on the hairy chest and sighed in absolute contentment.  

"I love you, Sean." 

"Don't wake me up, Michael."  Sean whispered.

Whatever response Michael expected, it wasn't that.  "What, baby?"

"This has got to be a dream and I don't want to wake up."  

"It's no dream.  You're in my arms, and while we're laying on the bathroom
floor, I think this is a bit of heaven on earth as well." Michael said with a
smile on his face.

"I love you, too." 

They must have lain like that for at least 15 more minutes before Michael
prodded Sean and turned off the now cold running shower.  Neither was tempted
to shower at the moment, so Michael suggested they do a quick wash up with a
washcloth and head for the tour of the house while they waited for some more
hot water.  He saw Sean hesitate, "What's up, baby?"

Sean shrugged casually and tried to put Michael off but the older man wouldn't
hear of it.  "Well, it's just been perfect and I don't want to share you yet. "
he began slowly as if searching for the right words to match his feelings.
"I'm afraid once we step out that door and meet other people, this will all
disappear."  His voice trailed off as if worried Michael would laugh at him.

"Look, baby, why don't you get a robe on - there's several in the closet and
I'll be right back, ok?"  Michael grabbed a robe hanging on a golden hook and
quickly left.  Sean looked relieved that Michael didn't seem amused at his
revelation but a little puzzled at the lack of response.  He nodded and turned
toward the closet, albeit slowly.  Two hot bouts of passionate sex in one day
was more than he'd gotten in several months and he wasn't used to it.  He
wiggled his ass and grinned, but he was sure he could get used to it.

He opened one of the cedar lined closet doors which revealed a revolving
clothes rack and looked in amazement at the size of the wall length closet that
held more dark suits and white shirts than he'd even seen at the local
department store.  He found a section that held casual clothes and found a
cherry silk robe and was just belting it twice around his narrow waist when he
was grabbed from behind and lifted up.  He laughed helplessly as straying
fingers found his ticklish spots.  

Michael couldn't help but grin at the infectious laugh but then informed Sean
of his decision.  "Okay, babe, here's the scoop.  I just let the staff go for
the day - let's give them a few minutes to get out of here and the place is
ours, all alone.  How'd you like that?"  Sean's mouth fell open in astonishment
but quickly hugged Michael.  

"It's perfect." Sean said thankfully, moving into the waiting arms.  "Just like
you."

They both laughed and wondered how such words spoken by anyone else would have
had them roll their eyes at such corny dialogue.  But somehow right here, right
at this moment, it fit.  They hugged and cuddled for a few minutes, rocking
gently in each other arms.  Sean raised his head and was quickly given a
lingering kiss.  

"We better stop or I'm never going to get you out of this bedroom," Michael
laughed a little shakily.  He wondered at his passion for Sean.   It was as if
his lack of involvement, his lack of feeling for his bed mates of the past,
were set free all at once, to be deposited with a fiery, devouring hunger for
the man in his arms.

He took the slender fingers in his own broad hand and led Sean toward the door.
He had to tug a bit to get Sean to follow.  Would opening the door cause the
magic, the dream, to shatter?  With a firm resolve, as well as a deep breath,
he pulled Sean after him and opened the door.  

Michael had worked long hours for many years to afford the luxury he lived in
now.  And Sean's mouth dropped in wonder as he was led from room to room of
tasteful class and comfort; from sauna and indoor pool to the billiard room and
library.  They headed to the dining room where the cook had left a small buffet
in the warming dishes for their breakfast. Michael's tastes for breakfast were
usually simple - toast, yogurt and fruit and strong, black coffee.  But at
Peter's description of the love of the master's life; too skinny, too young and
too beautiful, the older cook made it her purpose in life to fatten the young
man up.  Fluffy eggs, crisp bacon, round sausages, light pancakes and biscuits
were waiting for them to feast on.  Michael's eyebrows rose in astonishment.
Sean had a made a conquest and he hadn't even met most of the staff yet.  

They sat down after Michael heaped more food onto the plate Sean had hardly
filled.  "C'mon, sweetheart, chow down or Mrs. Halliard will be hurt."  Michael
said in an effort to get the young man to eat.  Sean did need to gain some
weight.  He needed sleep, food and time to let his young body recoup from the
months of stress he'd been living under.  

Sean nodded but felt the magic return as they sat close together, bare thighs
touching and rubbing together as they fed bits of food into each other's mouth.
Sean caught one of Michael's fingers as they deposited a choice bit of bacon
into his mouth.  He sucked the finger and watched his lover's eyes grow wide.

"Oh Sean," he whispered, "don't get me going again."  

Sean released the finger and laughed easily while patting his full belly.  "I
don't think I could do much right now, myself, love."

They headed toward the living room but not before Sean tried to clean up the
dishes.   "Sean, leave them.  You're not a waiter anymore.  In this home, you
get waited on. Understand?"

Sean nodded and gave a shy grin and a short time later found himself laying on
the soft leather couch with his head in Michael's lap, his hair being gently
stroked and his eyes growing heavy.  

"So beautiful..." Michael murmured. "And not just the body."  His fingers
trailed down to the robe that had fallen open and gently stroked the hairless
chest.  Sean felt so warm, so protected and loved and he slipped into a
peaceful sleep.  When he woke sometime later, he saw Michael reading The Wall
Street Journal.  He watched for several minutes before turning slightly to his
side, feigning sleep.  The hand which had been resting on his chest gently
stroked his arm as if soothing him.  Sean moved his head a bit so he could feel
the lax genitals with his chin.  He felt the hand hesitate and had to hold back
a grin.  He waited a minute before the hand resumed its stroking of his arm and
once more nudged the cock.  This time he got a flicker of response from the
stirring cock and the hand stopped again.  Giving up all pretense of sleep, he
reached over and parted the folds of the robe to reveal Michael's generous
endowments. 

"Why, you little..." the words broke off in a gasping shout as Sean swallowed
him in one swift motion.  Michael was brought to a satisfying completion and
lay back breathing heavily, half naked and looking utterly desirable.  

"What did you expect having that gorgeous piece of flesh just inches from me?"
Sean asked innocently.  He reached over and finished licking his lover clean.
The only response  was a low moan from the still incoherent man as the tongue
flicked lightly over his sensitive cockhead.

They lay quietly for several more minutes before Sean sat up only to be pulled
into Michael's lap.  Sean wrapped his arms around the strong neck and lay his
head on the broad shoulder.  This time it was Michael who edged his palm into
the opening of the robe and parted the silken folds.  He bent forward and began
to suck on the tantalizing tit. For several minutes the only sounds heard was
the peaceful ticking of the antique grandfather clock, the wet sounds of
Michael's mouth on Sean's chest and the quickening breaths of the smaller man.
Sean grabbed the head in front of him and breathed in the clean smell of
freshly washed hair and pulled it up to kiss his lover.  The cavorting tongues
fought for dominance before they both had to come up for air.

They peered for what seemed like forever into each other's eyes and both began
to speak at the same time.  "I love you."  They laughed together and knew this
was only the beginning.

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End