Chapter 11
Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 6:24 am
Chapter 11
Boone woke, the sun shining through a crack of the ugly motel curtain. It was shining straight in his eyes and quite annoying. He tried to turn away but found Max’s body wrapped tightly around his. He turned his head and studied the other man. His dark hair was messy, his bangs hanging over his eyebrows. His eyes were closed, his thick eyes lashes resting on his cheeks. His mouth was slightly open and Boone could feel the rush of each of his breaths against his skin.
The pressure in his pelvis insisted that he get up to relieve himself. With much care and maneuvering, Boone managed to wiggle out of Max’s grip on his body and head to the bathroom. His watch showed it was a little after seven in the morning and the promise of a hot shower beckoned him. Boone closed the door and started the shower waiting for the warmth to rise. He thought about how much he missed the hot water while on the island and was ready to enjoy every drop of it.
Boone stepped under the hot water and his thoughts drifted to his sister. He hoped that she was well and not still mad at him. He knew that she didn’t understand but he’s sure that Sayid will help her anyway he can. He also felt a little guilty enjoying the taste of good food and a hot shower while she was still stuck in the middle of nowhere, eating fruit and taking cold baths in the lake.
A tingle began in Boone’s body, knocking him out of his thoughts. He doesn’t know how, but he could sense that Max is awake. He continued with the shower trying to figure out what exactly it is that he’s feeling. But as his conscious mind tried to unravel the mystery, he senses that Max is walking into the bathroom before he heard him. It’s a strange thing to know what a person is doing without actually witnessing him do it. His normal five senses are slower than this new consciousness in his head that has Max etched all over it.
Rinsing the soap from his hair and body, Boone heard the shower curtain slide aside and he knows that Max has joined him in the shower. He could feel Max’s eyes on him, their amber glow roamed every curve that his body held. His stomach tightened as a sensual shiver rushed through his body as Max’s eyes gently caressd him. It was strange feeling Max’s stroke but he was not physically touching him.
Boone felt Max’s hands finally land on his shoulder and at first the touch is soft and gentle but then the fingers become firmer and dug slightly into his skin. He is pushed against the side of the shower wall and Max’s body is immediately pressed against his backside. He felt the erection that’s pressed between his cheeks. Boone groaned as Max’s hands slid down his wet body.
Max shifted once before thrusting deep within Boone’s body. There was no foreplay, no hesitation. Nothing but a raw desire and need. Max had waked with his cock hard and throbbing, his desire burning deep, urging him to release.
“Boone.” Max hissed as the tightness of his lover’s body surrounded his cock.
Max fucked Boone, the hot water pounding on their bodies, sliding down each ripple of muscle. Moans softly cascaded the air mingling with the steam. The temperature rose another two degrees as Max’s energy seeped from his desire.
Boone was pressed hard against the wall with Max’s body heavily on him. He could do nothing but brace himself and ride out the pleasure that filled his body and his lover dove into him roughly. Max’s hands held tightly to Boone’s hips, his fingertips digging brutally into his body. His teeth nipped at Boone’s tender flesh marking him. One hand released his hold and slid up until he fisted in Boone’s dark hair and jerked his lover’s head back to claim his mouth.
“Mine.” Max breathed as he relinquished Boone’s mouth.
This was not the soft, hesitant; gently love making that had happened the night before. This was Max claiming what was his. Marking Boone for who he was, a lover, the King’s consort.
Max thrusted harder and faster feeling his release eminent. The pressure in his body gushed as he spilled his seed into Boone and through his haze of passion heard the sound of cracking around him. He felt Boone’s body become rigid and sensed his release as well. Max leaned his head against Boone’s shoulder and closed his eyes. His breath came out in pants and though he felt weak in the knees he couldn’t bare to part from Boone just yet.
“Max.” Boone whispered a few minutes later. His legs were cramping and he needed to stretch his body.
“Hmmm…” Max opened his eyes. He sighed and knew what Boone was requesting without him saying another word. He pushed away from the warmth reluctantly. His eyes caught sight of bruises, bite marks, and scratches on various parts of Boone’s body along with the cracks in the wall.
“Oh shit Boone. I’m so sorry. I…” Regret and heartache filled his voice and his eyes clouded in shame.
Boone noticed the immediate change in Max. It was as if Max’s emotions had somehow seeped into the back of his mind, taking up permanent residence there. Boone turned to face Max and saw his head hung, refusing to meet Boone’s eyes. Boone lifted his Max’s face with a hand.
“Don’t do that Max.” He said softly. There was no anger or resentment in his voice, only love and affection.
“But I hurt you. I never want to…”
Boone shook his head. “I’m fine.” He gave a shy smile and a blush crept to his cheeks. “I liked it Max. I’ve never had someone so aggressive. It was exhilarating. It’s like you were…”
“Claiming you.” Max finished and his eyes looked down since Boone was still holding his chin up.
“Yes.” Boone studied Max thoughtfully. “This has happened before hasn’t it?”
Max nodded. “When Liz and I consummated our relationship and then again when Kyle and I became lovers.”
Max lifted a hand and gently caressed a spot on Boone’s chest. Boone looked down and found a symbol etched on his skin. It was identical to the one that Max had on his shoulder.
“This is what we called the whirlwind symbol. It’s a type of seal that the royal family carries inside. At first I thought it was a symbol of my relationship with Kyle and Liz. I was in the middle while each swirl surrounding me represented Liz and Kyle. Then I found out that Michael and Isabel had it. It comes out in the form of a tattoo when they find their partner.”
Max let his fingers trace the mark and it glowed in response to his touch.
Boone felt a warm tingling around the mark sending an arousing shiver through his body. “And it transfers to your partner.” Boone stated not questioned.
“Yes. Marking you as part of the Royal family. Look, Boone…I don’t know how to undo this. I didn’t mean to mark you. I wasn’t looking to drag you into this but it appears that I have. I would understand if you are mad at me or if you want me to try and find a way to get you out of this.”
Boone was shocked at Max’s words. They had made love the night before. Yes, he used the word love because he realized that was exactly how he felt for Max. He’d only known Max for a few days but he was sure what kind of man he was. He was sure that this was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He’d follow Max anywhere, even to another planet to be with him. Boone could only imagine that this was how Kyle and Liz felt for this wonderfully, strong, caring man.
“Max. I know that I don’t know everything that is happening. I don’t know how all of this is possible but Liz saw you with me years ago. The Granolith protected you until I could find you. You are right. Neither one of us were looking for love anytime soon but it’s here and if you’ve transferred your mark to me, then that means I’m of some use to you.”
Boone leaned in and kissed Max softly on the lips. “No regrets. I’m glad that we met. I’m glad to help you through your grief, to help you move on. I know I’ve only known you for a short time but I love you Max.”
Tears filled Max’s eyes at Boone’s words. He’d become so emotional since he’d awaken. This must be part of Maria’s essence that contributed to his healing. She was the only one not changed out of their close-knit group but she was the emotional core of it.
“I…” Max paused, the tears growing thicker in his eyes, threatening to spill. He couldn’t say the words he felt. Not yet.
Boone seemed to understand and gave him a small smile. “It’s ok Max. You don’t have to say it right now. I know how you feel and when you are ready, you’ll be able to speak them.”
“Thank you.” Max choked out. He reached out and ran his fingers over a scratch on Boone’s arm healing it as he went.
“Don’t.”
Max looked up. “Why not?”
“I like them. I like the thought of your passion marking my skin.”
Max dropped his hand then kissed his lover. They embraced not feeling that the water had grown cold. Their passion flared again. Boone pulled away and dropped to his knees. Before Max could utter a sound of protest Boone had Max’s length in his mouth. Max groaned in contentment, loving the feel of Boone’s hotness on him.
Boone worked Max’s dick with expertise, working it from softness to hard swiftly. He swirled his tongue around the hard length. He varied the suction giving his lover pleasure. It didn’t take Boone long to bring Max to orgasm, swallowing every drop that spilled. Boone withdrew his mouth from Max’s softened dick.
“Wow.” Max sighed.
Boone smiled and stood kissing Max. “Thanks.”
Max chuckled. “Well, I can see that you’ll have no problems keeping up with my alien crazed sex drive.”
A brow rose on Boone questioningly. “Alien crazed sex drive? That bad?” He was now wondering what he’d gotten himself into.
Max laughed at the worry that flashed over Boone’s face. “Don’t worry. I won’t wear you out too fast. I’ll let you build up to it. But no promises…it has been three years since I’ve been active and even then I had two to please me.”
Concern filled Boone’s vibrant eyes. He could feel anxiety rush through his blood. “Crap.” He muttered and looked down.
Max lifted his face and smiled. “Don’t worry Island Boy. Trust me when I say you’ll be perfect.” He kissed Boone. “No worries. You’ve got enough stamina for me.”
Boone felt a wave of acceptance from Max and knew that he was speaking the truth. Boone returned the smile and they quickly got cleaned up and dressed.
By the time they had packed up their meager belongings Brody called. He related all the information he found on Zan’s adopted parents to Max and wished them the best of luck reminding him that he was just a phone call away if they needed anything. Max thanked him and hung up.
After a quick breakfast in the next town, the two men started on their journey east.
TBC...
Boone woke, the sun shining through a crack of the ugly motel curtain. It was shining straight in his eyes and quite annoying. He tried to turn away but found Max’s body wrapped tightly around his. He turned his head and studied the other man. His dark hair was messy, his bangs hanging over his eyebrows. His eyes were closed, his thick eyes lashes resting on his cheeks. His mouth was slightly open and Boone could feel the rush of each of his breaths against his skin.
The pressure in his pelvis insisted that he get up to relieve himself. With much care and maneuvering, Boone managed to wiggle out of Max’s grip on his body and head to the bathroom. His watch showed it was a little after seven in the morning and the promise of a hot shower beckoned him. Boone closed the door and started the shower waiting for the warmth to rise. He thought about how much he missed the hot water while on the island and was ready to enjoy every drop of it.
Boone stepped under the hot water and his thoughts drifted to his sister. He hoped that she was well and not still mad at him. He knew that she didn’t understand but he’s sure that Sayid will help her anyway he can. He also felt a little guilty enjoying the taste of good food and a hot shower while she was still stuck in the middle of nowhere, eating fruit and taking cold baths in the lake.
A tingle began in Boone’s body, knocking him out of his thoughts. He doesn’t know how, but he could sense that Max is awake. He continued with the shower trying to figure out what exactly it is that he’s feeling. But as his conscious mind tried to unravel the mystery, he senses that Max is walking into the bathroom before he heard him. It’s a strange thing to know what a person is doing without actually witnessing him do it. His normal five senses are slower than this new consciousness in his head that has Max etched all over it.
Rinsing the soap from his hair and body, Boone heard the shower curtain slide aside and he knows that Max has joined him in the shower. He could feel Max’s eyes on him, their amber glow roamed every curve that his body held. His stomach tightened as a sensual shiver rushed through his body as Max’s eyes gently caressd him. It was strange feeling Max’s stroke but he was not physically touching him.
Boone felt Max’s hands finally land on his shoulder and at first the touch is soft and gentle but then the fingers become firmer and dug slightly into his skin. He is pushed against the side of the shower wall and Max’s body is immediately pressed against his backside. He felt the erection that’s pressed between his cheeks. Boone groaned as Max’s hands slid down his wet body.
Max shifted once before thrusting deep within Boone’s body. There was no foreplay, no hesitation. Nothing but a raw desire and need. Max had waked with his cock hard and throbbing, his desire burning deep, urging him to release.
“Boone.” Max hissed as the tightness of his lover’s body surrounded his cock.
Max fucked Boone, the hot water pounding on their bodies, sliding down each ripple of muscle. Moans softly cascaded the air mingling with the steam. The temperature rose another two degrees as Max’s energy seeped from his desire.
Boone was pressed hard against the wall with Max’s body heavily on him. He could do nothing but brace himself and ride out the pleasure that filled his body and his lover dove into him roughly. Max’s hands held tightly to Boone’s hips, his fingertips digging brutally into his body. His teeth nipped at Boone’s tender flesh marking him. One hand released his hold and slid up until he fisted in Boone’s dark hair and jerked his lover’s head back to claim his mouth.
“Mine.” Max breathed as he relinquished Boone’s mouth.
This was not the soft, hesitant; gently love making that had happened the night before. This was Max claiming what was his. Marking Boone for who he was, a lover, the King’s consort.
Max thrusted harder and faster feeling his release eminent. The pressure in his body gushed as he spilled his seed into Boone and through his haze of passion heard the sound of cracking around him. He felt Boone’s body become rigid and sensed his release as well. Max leaned his head against Boone’s shoulder and closed his eyes. His breath came out in pants and though he felt weak in the knees he couldn’t bare to part from Boone just yet.
“Max.” Boone whispered a few minutes later. His legs were cramping and he needed to stretch his body.
“Hmmm…” Max opened his eyes. He sighed and knew what Boone was requesting without him saying another word. He pushed away from the warmth reluctantly. His eyes caught sight of bruises, bite marks, and scratches on various parts of Boone’s body along with the cracks in the wall.
“Oh shit Boone. I’m so sorry. I…” Regret and heartache filled his voice and his eyes clouded in shame.
Boone noticed the immediate change in Max. It was as if Max’s emotions had somehow seeped into the back of his mind, taking up permanent residence there. Boone turned to face Max and saw his head hung, refusing to meet Boone’s eyes. Boone lifted his Max’s face with a hand.
“Don’t do that Max.” He said softly. There was no anger or resentment in his voice, only love and affection.
“But I hurt you. I never want to…”
Boone shook his head. “I’m fine.” He gave a shy smile and a blush crept to his cheeks. “I liked it Max. I’ve never had someone so aggressive. It was exhilarating. It’s like you were…”
“Claiming you.” Max finished and his eyes looked down since Boone was still holding his chin up.
“Yes.” Boone studied Max thoughtfully. “This has happened before hasn’t it?”
Max nodded. “When Liz and I consummated our relationship and then again when Kyle and I became lovers.”
Max lifted a hand and gently caressed a spot on Boone’s chest. Boone looked down and found a symbol etched on his skin. It was identical to the one that Max had on his shoulder.
“This is what we called the whirlwind symbol. It’s a type of seal that the royal family carries inside. At first I thought it was a symbol of my relationship with Kyle and Liz. I was in the middle while each swirl surrounding me represented Liz and Kyle. Then I found out that Michael and Isabel had it. It comes out in the form of a tattoo when they find their partner.”
Max let his fingers trace the mark and it glowed in response to his touch.
Boone felt a warm tingling around the mark sending an arousing shiver through his body. “And it transfers to your partner.” Boone stated not questioned.
“Yes. Marking you as part of the Royal family. Look, Boone…I don’t know how to undo this. I didn’t mean to mark you. I wasn’t looking to drag you into this but it appears that I have. I would understand if you are mad at me or if you want me to try and find a way to get you out of this.”
Boone was shocked at Max’s words. They had made love the night before. Yes, he used the word love because he realized that was exactly how he felt for Max. He’d only known Max for a few days but he was sure what kind of man he was. He was sure that this was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He’d follow Max anywhere, even to another planet to be with him. Boone could only imagine that this was how Kyle and Liz felt for this wonderfully, strong, caring man.
“Max. I know that I don’t know everything that is happening. I don’t know how all of this is possible but Liz saw you with me years ago. The Granolith protected you until I could find you. You are right. Neither one of us were looking for love anytime soon but it’s here and if you’ve transferred your mark to me, then that means I’m of some use to you.”
Boone leaned in and kissed Max softly on the lips. “No regrets. I’m glad that we met. I’m glad to help you through your grief, to help you move on. I know I’ve only known you for a short time but I love you Max.”
Tears filled Max’s eyes at Boone’s words. He’d become so emotional since he’d awaken. This must be part of Maria’s essence that contributed to his healing. She was the only one not changed out of their close-knit group but she was the emotional core of it.
“I…” Max paused, the tears growing thicker in his eyes, threatening to spill. He couldn’t say the words he felt. Not yet.
Boone seemed to understand and gave him a small smile. “It’s ok Max. You don’t have to say it right now. I know how you feel and when you are ready, you’ll be able to speak them.”
“Thank you.” Max choked out. He reached out and ran his fingers over a scratch on Boone’s arm healing it as he went.
“Don’t.”
Max looked up. “Why not?”
“I like them. I like the thought of your passion marking my skin.”
Max dropped his hand then kissed his lover. They embraced not feeling that the water had grown cold. Their passion flared again. Boone pulled away and dropped to his knees. Before Max could utter a sound of protest Boone had Max’s length in his mouth. Max groaned in contentment, loving the feel of Boone’s hotness on him.
Boone worked Max’s dick with expertise, working it from softness to hard swiftly. He swirled his tongue around the hard length. He varied the suction giving his lover pleasure. It didn’t take Boone long to bring Max to orgasm, swallowing every drop that spilled. Boone withdrew his mouth from Max’s softened dick.
“Wow.” Max sighed.
Boone smiled and stood kissing Max. “Thanks.”
Max chuckled. “Well, I can see that you’ll have no problems keeping up with my alien crazed sex drive.”
A brow rose on Boone questioningly. “Alien crazed sex drive? That bad?” He was now wondering what he’d gotten himself into.
Max laughed at the worry that flashed over Boone’s face. “Don’t worry. I won’t wear you out too fast. I’ll let you build up to it. But no promises…it has been three years since I’ve been active and even then I had two to please me.”
Concern filled Boone’s vibrant eyes. He could feel anxiety rush through his blood. “Crap.” He muttered and looked down.
Max lifted his face and smiled. “Don’t worry Island Boy. Trust me when I say you’ll be perfect.” He kissed Boone. “No worries. You’ve got enough stamina for me.”
Boone felt a wave of acceptance from Max and knew that he was speaking the truth. Boone returned the smile and they quickly got cleaned up and dressed.
By the time they had packed up their meager belongings Brody called. He related all the information he found on Zan’s adopted parents to Max and wished them the best of luck reminding him that he was just a phone call away if they needed anything. Max thanked him and hung up.
After a quick breakfast in the next town, the two men started on their journey east.
TBC...