Who: James and Lloyd
Where: Their apartment
When: Monday night
What: After weeks of following the doctor's orders, Lloyd and James break the rules.
Rating: R/NC-17 (Sex)
Status: Complete




Although it'd been a couple of weeks since his heart attack, Lloyd was absolutely stir-crazy in the house. He had another two full weeks of recovery at home before he could go back to work, and during that time, he was warned that sexual intercourse was completely forbidden.

That was possibly the most difficult thing in this whole situation. He got to see James every day - sleep next to him every night, and yet that sweet ass was completely off-limits.

He was half-tempted to ask the doctor if he would be allowed to bottom during this time, but not only would that reveal too much about his sexual life, there was no way of asking without having to report in to the doctor again and possibly face another round of horribly invasive and embarrassing questions.

So, he just tolerated the abstinence. Grudgingly.

Today, as he was tolerating it, he sat on the sofa with an utterly disgruntled look on his face. Emily was spending the last night with his mother before she went back to her home in Tennessee. More accurately, she was spending the night with the swimming pool. So, it was the last night he and James would have completely alone and to themselves.

And he was under doctor's orders not to act upon it.

James returned breathless from a walk with Ollie. He and Lloyd had eaten an early dinner and the dog, who was no longer a puppy, had been eager for a walk. He was so big now that James could hardly keep up with him. He pulled off his jacket and hung it up on one of the pegs by the door before leaning over the back of the sofa to press a kiss on Lloyd's head.

"How're you doing?" he asked, putting both hands on the other man's shoulders and rubbing them. He knew that he probably sounded like a broken record, checking on Lloyd every five minutes, but he couldn't help but worry.

"Same as always," Lloyd said, closing his eyes and leaning back. "Wanting desperately to strip you naked, kiss along the inside of your thigh, suck your delicious cock until you're literally weeping for me, then make love to your amazing body until I spill my seed deep inside of you," he said in his sweet low drawl.

What the hell? Might as well tempt fate.

James' eyes widened and a little squeak escaped his lips. He hadn't been expecting that. That was what he wanted too; there was no point in denying it. But Lloyd's health was more important to him than his sexual fulfillment.

"You know we can't, gorgeous," James said, running a hand through Lloyd's hair, nuzzling against him gently.

"A man can dream, can't he?" Lloyd whispered back, turning his head so he could find James' lips. These over-the-sofa kisses were so hot, and he had a suspicion that it was one of James' kinks. Especially when he would crane his neck back and reach up to put his hand on the back of his lover's head.

"Take me to bed?" he asked, reaching down to stroke the front of his jeans. "I'm gonna have to take care of this one way or another."

"Mmmm... But we have to be good," James murmured against Lloyd's lips. He kissed Lloyd slowly, lazily exploring his mouth with his tongue and tilting Lloyd's head slightly so that he could delve in deeper. When he pulled away, his entire body was warm.

He came around the other side of the sofa and took Lloyd's hand, leading him into the bedroom.

He'd been waiting far too long for this. So far, when they'd gone to bed, the best they would do is cuddle up together and kiss until James would back off, or Lloyd would fall asleep. Tonight, even if they were just going to jerk each other off, it seemed like it would be an incredible night.

As they got into the bedroom door, Lloyd stripped as quickly as he could. It took him a little while to get his shirt off, since he didn't want to tear the stitches. "Ugly zipper," he said as he unbuttoned his fly. "It's gonna scar."

James pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his jeans so that he was just in his briefs. "You're still gorgeous," he said with a smile, touching the side of Lloyd's face gently with one hand. He had found that exercising more than usual had helped decrease his sex drive a little, so he could at least restrain himself from jumping his lover. As a result, his muscles were more defined that usual.

He took a seat on the edge of the bed and gestured for Lloyd to come join him.

Lloyd was already on it. He made one detour on the way to the bed - fetching some lube - and then slid in beside James. "I don't think I can do too much tonight. So, I'm gonna lie down and just get myself ready here."

He tossed the bottle of lube to James and stretched out on the bed, careful not to strain his chest.

"It's OK," James murmured, running a hand through Lloyd's hair. "You don't have to do anything." He leaned down and kissed Lloyd's lips lightly.

"Do you want me to touch you? Or is that too much?" he asked.

Lloyd reached over and began stroking along James' erection. "What I want is for you to fuck me through the mattress. Make me so sore from your pounding that I won't be able to get out of bed in the morning."

He shifted so he could get closer to James and have more skin contact. "Or if not, you could suck me off while you fuck me with your fingers," he purred.

James whimpered softly, finding that his control was waning with every word Lloyd spoke in that low, southern drawl. "I'll suck you," he murmured in Lloyd's ear, licking his lips. "And we'll see about the fingers." He took Lloyd's ear lobe in his mouth and sucked gently before pressing a light kiss to Lloyd's lips and then sliding down the bed.

He positioned himself between Lloyd's knees, stroking his thighs gently and taking in the sight of that gorgeous cock bobbing in front of him. "Are you sure?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"I'd rather risk another heart attack than go one more day without you," Lloyd said, lifting his hips off the bed suggestively. He reached down and raked his fingers through James' hair, then down his cheek to his neck. "God, James, I've missed this so much."

It was one of those things that he'd never realized was missing from his life until he had it again. Much like having Emily back. Of course, he always missed her while she was gone, but after she came back to live with him, it was a completely different matter.

Not being able to make love to James for the past two weeks was just as torturous. Of course, they made up for it with the kissing, cuddling, and petting, but there was something about the post-coital talk that felt to Lloyd like the glue of their relationship. That laying with each other, sweaty, sated, and spent was about as vulnerable as they'd ever be, and they still felt perfectly safe with each other.

"I have too," said James in a whisper, licking his lips. His cock pressed hard against his stomach and he reached down to stroke himself. "You'll tell me if anything feels wrong?" he asked, looking up at Lloyd with wide eyes. The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of another heart attack.

As he felt James' lips close around him, Lloyd allowed his head to fall back and his eyes to close. This was complete and utter bliss. Even if his heart was racing, there's no way he would have let James know about it now. Not while that particular sexual magic was being so expertly worked on him.

He lay there, enjoying it all, the feeling of intimacy; and was able to ignore his pain for a little while. Lloyd spread his legs open wider and pulled his knees up. "That feels... so good," he groaned, releasing himself to the pleasure.

James slowly devoured Lloyd's cock, licking and sucking every inch of it, tasting every fold. He ran his tongue over the vein that ran along the underside of Lloyd's cock and groaned, rubbing his Lloyd's thigh gently with one hand as he touched himself with his other. He wanted this to be good- good enough to start making up for the weeks that they hadn't been allowed to be with each other.

With each touch, Lloyd felt better. The pain in his chest melted away and he could feel himself relaxing like he hadn't done in weeks. Even before the attack, he had grown tired easily, and his stamina wasn't what it was when they first got started. Now, however, he felt as if he could get through the whole night like this...

... that is if he wasn't' already halfway to orgasm.

"James," he groaned, "James, God, please..." As if to hint at what he wanted, Lloyd lifted his ass off the bed. "Please, I want you." Fingers wouldn't be good enough. If he was going to last at all, he had to have James inside of him.

"It'll be okay. Please, fuck me."

"Lloyd..." James whimpered as he pulled away from his lover's cock to look up into his face. He bit his lip. "OK. Just lay back. Don't move," he murmured, opening the bottle of lube and squeezing some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and then slicked up his cock, giving Lloyd a little bit of a show.

Then, very carefully, which both hands on either side of Lloyd propping him up so that he wasn't putting weight on him, he slowly slid his cock into Lloyd's body, inch by inch, waiting for some kind of response.

After two weeks without - and another week before that when Lloyd pretty much topped exclusively, Lloyd was a little tight. He relaxed as well as he could, but still felt that familiar burn when he was breached. "OHGod,pleasemore," he moaned, turning his head into the pillow.

He pushed his hips up further to meet James and pushed until he was completely impaled. "God, I love you," he said as he turned back to James. Lloyd brought his hands up to the sides of James' face and pulled him down for a kiss. This was everything. Right here. The two of them joined together, not even allowing a threat of death get between them.

"Fuck you're tight..." James groaned as his cock slid all the way inside Lloyd. He wasn't exactly small, and it had been a long time since he had fucked Lloyd, so he gave the other man a moment to adjust, kissing him back deeply as he did. "I love you too," he murmured against Lloyd's lips as he slowly began to fuck him.

"God... When you're better, you're going to fuck me like this with that gorgeous cock of yours," James murmured, his lips finding Lloyd's ear and one of his hands finding Lloyd's cock. "And I'm going to be so tight..."

Lloyd reached down and began stroking his "gorgeous cock." If all went well tonight, it might even be sooner than that.

"Oh yes," he purred. "And you'll take every bit of me, too. As James began pumping inside of him, he kept stroking, and tilted his hips to meet every thrust.

James continued to fuck Lloyd thoroughly, moving his hips in a slow, fluid motion. He moaned loudly and let his head fall back slightly, his adam's apple bobbing visibly. "You OK, baby?" he murmured, making sure that he hit Lloyd's prostate with each stroke.

He was more than okay. The faster James moved, the harder it was to keep up with him. Lloyd began stroking himself fervently. He felt exhausted, and some of the pain was coming back, but he would see this through no matter what.

Turning his head to one side, he exhaled sharply. "I'm wonderful," he said. "Perfect."

James could sense that Lloyd was starting to feel the pain again and he slowed down, fucking Lloyd slowly and trying to keep himself from speeding up. He bit his lip and moaned deeply, then leaned down to press kisses along the side of Lloyd's face and down his neck. His hand reached down and covered Lloyd's, helping him stroke his cock firmly.

Having someone so in tune with his feelings was such a blessing. And it didn't go unnoticed. Of course, by this point, there wasn't much Lloyd could say in thanks. He was far too focused on the pleasure of the things that were being done to him.

"Mmmm," he groaned as he pushed up into James' hand. The movement also made for the perfect angle, and he couldn't help but squeeze his ass a little as the jolt of pleasure ran through him. "God, James... I want to come."

James gasped breathlessly as Lloyd squeezed teasingly around him. "Fuck..." he groaned, moving his hips in slowly, fluid thrusts that aimed directly for Lloyd's prostate. He stroked Lloyd's cock more quickly now, teasing the head with his fingers and giving it a little playful squeeze every once in a while. "Cum for me," he said in a hoarse voice.

As he turned himself over to his release, Lloyd could feel his heart beating hard in his chest. Fear and the need for comfort made him reach up and pull James down on top of him. He buried his face in his lover's neck, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

A long, wordless moan was all he could manage as James milked him dry. God it felt incredible. He felt as if he actually exploded.

"James," he whimpered into his neck. Lloyd kissed James' shoulder.

As Lloyd tightened around him, James whimpered and came hard inside him, filling him up and gasping as he did so. "F-Fuck..." he whimpered, feeling his body shoot once, then twice, and then once more. He was completely on top of Lloyd now, but still trying to make sure he didn't hurt him. He groaned deeply and found Lloyd's lips, kissing them deeply.

The act of coupling took a lot more out of Lloyd than he'd expected. He seemed to have lost all energy, even the ability to speak. His heart was racing, so just just closed his eyes and breathed deeply to calm himself down.

All the while, he kept gently running his hand along James' back and arm.

"Are you OK, baby?" James murmured, pulling out of Lloyd and then lying beside him so that he wouldn't hurt him. He looked at Lloyd worriedly, afraid that he had caused another heart attack. He stroked Lloyd's face and bit his lip nervously. "Please tell me you're OK..."

"I'm okay. Just... gotta catch my breath." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then did it again. As soon as his heart was back down to a regular pace, he turned his head and smiled. "I'm fine, hon." Lloyd kissed James gently. "I feel wonderful, actually. Just gotta cool down a bit after all that exercise."

James grinned. "Mmm... so now having my cock in you is exercise?" he said teasingly, leaning in to kiss Lloyd once and then twice. He ran a hand through Lloyd's hair, relieved that everything was alright.

"No," Lloyd said, gazing into James' eyes. "I mean that loving you makes my heart race like I've just run a marathon. That being with you still causes me to wonder what I might have done to deserve such a wonderful thing." He reached up and smoothed back some of James' sweaty hair off his brow.

James gave Lloyd a shy smile and flushed slightly, leaning in to press their foreheads together. "Remember how I practically had to dance naked in front of you to get you to notice me?" he said with a little grin, tracing a finger of Lloyd's cheek and down his neck.

"Oh, I noticed you," Lloyd said softly. "Who wouldn't with that show you were putting on. I just needed to make sure you knew what you were getting into with me."

Lloyd sighed and closed his eyes again. Really, the activity took a lot out of him. He was ordered to relax for a reason, and so far, he hadn't done a very good job of it. "I should sleep," he said softly.

"Mmmm... I love you," said James in a whisper, nuzzling against Lloyd gently. "Sleep, OK?" He wrapped his arms gently around his lover and held him close.