by Rosina Scott
“Let me look at you, Darcy,” Sheridan said, resting his hands on Darcy's hips to caress him as he waited to turn him to face him once more.
Darcy opened his eyes, turned around, and settled his hands once more on Sheridan's hips as Sheridan's hands came up to brush over his pecs. His fingers caressed Darcy's nipples once more while he leant in to capture his lips in a soft yet passionate kiss.
Bringing one hand up to tangle in Darcy's hair, Sheridan deepened the kiss. He tightened his grip on the strands of Darcy's hair while pressing his tongue deeply into Darcy's mouth as he continued to dominate the kiss.
He rocked their groins together as he tried to gain more friction against his aching cock without rushing things along too much.
“As much as I love kissing you, I think we should take this to the bed,” Sheridan said. He sounded slightly breathless and stepped back a little. “I want your first time to be special.”
Darcy nodded, breathing deeply when Sheridan took his hand and led him towards the screens on the other side of the room. The closer he got to them, the quicker his heart beat because he knew what lay beyond. They rounded the screens and his breath caught in his throat as he took in the large mahogany bed with crisp white linen and mounds of pillows. He turned wide eyes to Sheridan. Darcy felt his nerves rise as he knew this was it, the moment he had been waiting for since he had first laid eyes on his handsome medic. Tonight he was going to feel his lover inside him for the first time and he could already tell from the soft look in Sheridan's eyes that he was going to take things as slowly as he needed him to and make this a night he would never forget.
Sheridan brushed his hand along Darcy's right cheek, brushing the long strands of hair out of his face and tucking the locks behind his ear before rubbing his thumb against his cheek. “You're so beautiful,” he whispered while moving his free hand down over Darcy's abdomen and across the tented front of his pants to stroke the warmth below.
Darcy sighed. His hips canted forwards against Sheridan's hand as his arousal built. He lowered his eyes shyly as he felt the blush rising up his cheeks when he heard his zip being drawn down.
“Tell me what you want,” Sheridan said. His voice was thick with longing as his hand brushed the fabric out of the way. He slid his hand inside Darcy's pants so he could caress his cock and tease it through the soft cotton of his white briefs.
“You,” Darcy said breathily as he felt the warm hand snake beneath the layer of cotton before the strong fingers wrapped around his length and eased him out of his pants. Sighing, he looked up at Sheridan as he felt the cool air hit his heated flesh. “I just want to feel you.”
“Anything for you,” Sheridan whispered and gave him a slow stroke before letting go and pushing the pants down his thighs. “You truly are beautiful.”
* * * *
Sheridan enjoyed the nude form before him. He reached out gently and settled his hands on Darcy's hips.
He playfully tugged him towards him, so his body pressed flush against him. He smiled as he heard Darcy whimper when his cock brushed against the layers of cloth that still covered him. Gliding one hand down over Darcy's taut buttocks, he pulled him closer still, loving the way the contact caused him to moan. His other hand went up to tangle in the long hair at the nape of Darcy's neck. He leaned in and brushed his lips across Darcy's. Sheridan smiled as the other man's tongue slipped out to brush against his, teasing him while he made to deepen the kiss.
Darcy's eyes slid shut as he wrapped his own arms around Sheridan's neck, arching up against him and causing his nude body to rub against the clothing. He moaned into the kiss and Sheridan squeezed his buttock firmly while rocking against him. Clothed cock rubbing against naked flesh made them both long for more.
Sheridan watched Darcy while thoroughly exploring every inch of his mouth, tasting the sweet wine on his lips and the hint of chocolate from the desert he had shared at dinner. God, he tastes incredible. He listened to the whimpered breaths. His fingers ghosted along the crease of Darcy's buttocks as he sought out the furled entrance.
“Oh… Oh, God…” Darcy moaned, as he pulled away from the kiss and his body trembled from the touch.
“Bed,” he whispered and patted Darcy's buttocks gently, smiling as he could see the slightly dazed look on the young man's face.
* * * *
Darcy nodded and moved away to crawl up onto the bed, biting his lip nervously as he could feel Sheridan's eyes raking over his naked form. He knew what he must look like. His hair cascaded down across his cheek and obscured his peripheral vision. He knew he must be blushing as he reached up with one hand to push his hair behind his ear.
Jesus, I want him so bad. I want this and clearly so does he from the look on his face. He took in the hungry gleam in Sheridan's eyes as he stopped on his hands and knees in the centre of the bed. Turning to look away as Sheridan stepped behind the screen, Darcy could feel his heart hammering in his chest. This was it. There was no going back now and right now he didn't mind at all. He was more than ready. Hell, he'd wanted the older man since he had first laid eyes on him.
His cock twitched in anticipation when the rustle of clothing told him Sheridan was getting undressed. Bloody hell. Calm down, Darc. You'll ruin things if you get too excited. He turned to sit on the bed and looked towards the screen. His cock throbbed when Sheridan stepped out from his hiding place.
Fuck… Darcy lay back on the white cotton sheets, his chest rising with his deep breaths as his arousal built.
Sheridan crawled up the bed wearing nothing but a white lab coat and a stethoscope slung around his neck.
Darcy bit his lower lip. The look in Sheridan's intense blue eyes left no doubt that he was attracted to him.
Right this moment he had never seen anything as spectacularly handsome as Sheridan moving with feline grace up the mattress towards him. The stethoscope swung between his pecs and his cock bobbed between his thighs as he regarded Darcy with a hungry look.
“How are you enjoying your surprise so far?”
Sheridan asked as he reached the top of the bed. He kneeled beside Darcy and reached out to run his fingers lightly along his chest then followed the trail of dark hair that led down to surround his cock.
“I… Oh, God, Sheridan, please.” He moaned as he felt Sheridan's fingers wrap around his length and gently begin to stroke him.
“You like having your dick played with, don't you? I remember feeling how hard you were that first night in the bar.” Sheridan grinned.
Darcy pushed up against his hand, trying to gain more contact with his penis. As Sheridan pushed the foreskin back, he revealed the already-flushed flesh.
Darcy's arousal was evident as he was already weeping pre-cum.
“Doesn't every guy like having his cock touched?”
Darcy asked as his eyelids lowered. He let out a soft sigh.
He felt the strength behind Sheridan's fingers as they glided over his length.
“You would think so, but it's not always the case. Some men really can't feel anything at all or very little even when they do get hard.”
“Now as enlightening as all the medical stuff is, I really want to move things up a notch before my birthday is over, and besides, I have a hot doctor here who clearly wants me as much as I want him.” Darcy was so ready for more.
“Oh, yeah. Now lie back and let me take care of you, doctor's orders.” Sheridan reached up and pressed down on Darcy's chest, gently coaxing him into the mattress.
“You really know how to push my buttons.” Darcy closed his eyes briefly as he just relaxed into the cool sheets. The feel of Sheridan's hands on his body drew him deeper into his arousal.
“Put your hands above your head and take hold of the headboard. Don't let go unless I tell you.” As Sheridan's silky smooth voice filled his ears, Darcy opened his eyes so he could watch what it was that his lover had planned.
He raised his arms above his head, and gripped the mattress lightly he watched Sheridan move to
his side and reach down to retrieve the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket. There was a mischievous glint in Sheridan's eyes as he sat up and moved closer to him.
“What are you up to?”
“Remember, don't move until I say.”
Darcy nodded and watched Sheridan bring the bottle closer. Sheridan grinned as he tipped it slightly so the cool liquid spilled over Darcy's tight abs. Darcy hissed at the sensation; it took all of his willpower not to let go of the headboard.
Sheridan leant down and lapped up the liquid from his body. One hand was on Darcy's firm thigh as the other clutched the bottle tightly so as not to spill any of the precious liquid. Darcy breathed deeply as Sheridan ran his tongue around his navel, lapping at the alcohol that had pooled in the dimple. Looking up through his soft bangs, Sheridan smiled as he moved closer to the trail of hair that led downwards. “God, that feels incredible,” Darcy said with a purr. He longed to let go of the bed and run his fingers through Sheridan's soft hair. Instead, the silky strands brushed against his stomach as Sheridan moved down leaving a trail of light kisses in his wake.
“I told you I was going to make tonight so very special,” Sheridan explained as he leant up and slid his stethoscope into his ears. He reached down to grasp the end of it and lifted it up, pressing it against Darcy's chest.
Darcy took a deep breath as the cold metal made contact with his body.
“Sorry it's cold,” Sheridan said.
If anything, Darcy's cock got harder with the addition of the stethoscope into the mix. He was biting his lower lip in anticipation.
“Darcy, let go with one hand only and hold the stethoscope against your chest. I need both my hands free for what I have planned.”
Darcy brought his right hand down and took the end of the scope from Sheridan. His excitement grew at the spark of desire that hit as his fingers brushed against his lover's.
“You're beautiful. You know that, right?” Sheridan purred as he moved back to the task in hand.
Darcy's heart quickened as Sheridan dribbled iced champagne along his flushed length. He arched up off the mattress when the cold liquid hit his body, running over his cock and down between his thighs. Groaning he gripped the bed tighter with the hand above his head and his eyes fell shut at the sensation as Sheridan poured more of the liquid over him, making it run down over his balls.
“Oh, Christ!” Darcy cried out as he felt Sheridan's tongue begin to lap up the cold liquor. Sheridan ran his tongue along the length of his shaft and stroked his thigh gently.
* * * *
Sheridan smiled as he wound his tongue skillfully around Darcy's length and listened to the way his heart rate quickened and seemed to skip a beat as Sheridan flicked his tongue across the cockhead. He teased the slit and lapped up champagne combined with Darcy's own unique taste as his pre-cum mixed with the liquor.
He moved his hand from Darcy's warm thigh and wrapped his long fingers around the meaty shaft, sliding the foreskin back slightly to expose more of the rose-hued glans. Then he took the head of Darcy's cock between his lips.
Looking up through his sandy bangs, Sheridan took more of Darcy's length between his lips and listened to his lover's heartbeat thundering in his ears. He could see his love's body arch. His muscles stood out in relief against his body as he moaned. Pulling off completely, he sat up momentarily so he could set the champagne down on the bedside table before leaning back down to take Darcy's cock once more. The heady thump of his thundering heartbeat drove Sheridan's own arousal up a notch as he relaxed his throat so he could take all of his beautiful lover's silken cock. Watching him through half lidded eyes and the curtain of his soft hair, Sheridan felt pride in knowing that he was the first man to have taken Darcy over the edge this way. The younger man's eyes fluttered shut as he moaned longingly and his bicep bulged as he strained to keep a hold of the bed head as he lost himself to the sensation of being deep throated for the very first time in his life. This memory was something that Sheridan was going to treasure for the rest of his life.
He'd never seen a more beautiful sight than that of his gorgeous lover panting and arching up off the mattress in an attempt to gain more friction on his cock. Sheridan had no plans to rush this. He had promised Darcy a night to remember and that is what he was going to give him.
He eased off the meaty shaft for a moment, drawing out the whimpered purrs of pleasure, before sliding back down to rub his nose in the wiry pubic hair to inhale the musky scent that was all Darcy. He really could get used to this, and he hoped that one day maybe Darcy would be confident enough to return the favour but right now he didn't mind making the younger man lose himself. After all, they had the rest of their lives ahead of them. There really was no rush and he had already given him so much more by giving him his trust and not running a mile when he had admitted that he liked to play doctor when he in the bedroom. Some guys went running for the hills after hearing that, but Darcy had just smiled and accepted it in his stride and admitted his own fantasy of the stethoscope and the lab coat, which is why tonight it was so important that they feature in his games.
The stethoscope slipped free of Darcy's chest as he let out a long moan and twisted on the bed as Sheridan's fingers brushed against his puckered entrance. He knew that he was so close already and he really wanted to finish off what had begun as a perfect evening in an ultimately special way.
Easing off of Darcy's cock, he smiled as he heard Darcy's whine of protest at having the most incredible experience of his life interrupted. Running his hand soothingly along Darcy's thigh, Sheridan looked up, met the beautiful sienna eyes, and gave him a soft smile.
“It's okay, baby. I have something special planned. I want tonight to be a night that you will never forget. Do you trust me?” he asked as he sat up and brushed his hand gently along his lover's thigh while regarding him closely.
He really needed this to be on Darcy's terms; he needed him to be okay with this.
“I trust you with my life,” Darcy whispered as he let the stethoscope go free.
“I want to make love to you tonight, Darcy,” Sheridan said seriously, his gaze unwavering as he watched for Darcy's reaction. He needed to know that his lover was all right with this before it went any further because he would not force him if he truly wasn't ready to take that step.
“I want that too.”
“I'm glad. Now just relax and let me take care of you,” Sheridan said with a smile as he reached into the lab coat pocket and retrieved a pair of latex gloves. Darcy bit his lower lip as his eyes followed his every move while Sheridan pulled them on. He grinned as he saw Darcy's cock twitch and heard the suppressed moan as he let go of the edge of the first glove so it snapped against his wrist.
The second glove caused the same reaction and Sheridan grinned as he knew he had guessed right when he had planned tonight. His lover had a kinky streak to rival his own. He just hadn't been allowed to show it before now, and, in exploring it, he knew he would free the younger man from the traumas of his past.
When he reached out with one gloved hand to spread Darcy's thighs, he heard a groan of pleasure. He smiled as he exposed the full balls and the soft downy hair that covered them. Darcy truly was a beauty of a man and he couldn't wait to explore him completely. He brushed his fingers lightly over Darcy's scrotum and back to his perineum, causing Darcy to groan with need. “Did he not touch you like this when you were with him?” he asked out of curiosity as he wanted to know just how much the other man had messed with his beauty's head.
Darcy shook his head in response. Sheridan's finger brushed against his anus and it almost sent him over the edge.
“Easy. Just relax and breathe,” Sheridan told him as he reached into his lab coat once more and removed the bottle of lubricant. He flicked the lid open carefully before moving it to between Darcy's muscular thighs. Tipping the bottle slightly, he watched in fascination the way the dusky ring of Darcy's anus flexed in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
The heady hiss of pleasure that escaped Darcy's lips as the first drop of cool lubricant hit the flexing ring was almost too much for Sheridan to take as he angled the bottle to apply more of the cool substance. He felt his own cock throbbing in anticipation of sinking into the virgin heat of Darcy's body. Once he was satisfied that he had enough lube, he flicked the cap on the bottle and set it down beside him before he gently began to massage it into the tight ring, drawing more heady whimpers and moans from the young man as he skillfully worked him open. One finger at a time, he carefully allowed him to become accustomed to each one before he slid the next one inside with slow in and out movements before he gently twisted the digits as he searched out Darcy's prostate. As he brushed against it for the first time that evening, he heard Darcy moan wantonly and he knew that that was going to be a sound he would long to hear, and one that would remain even after the younger man had returned home.
“That's it, Darcy, go with it. I can see how hot this is making you right now,” Sheridan said. His voice was thick with his own arousal as he curled his fingers so they rubbed against Darcy's prostate while he stroked his thigh lightly with his free hand. All the while Darcy twisted and moaned above him; his white-knuckle grip on the headboard almost faltered with each caress of his prostate.
He knew that it was cruel to expect him to hold out but he also knew that Darcy had incredible willpower for a man who had never had anal sex before. Most virgins he'd taken would have come long before now. But as much as Sheridan knew that Darcy had impressive stamina like this, he really wanted him to come while he was buried balls deep inside him. He wanted to feel his muscles ripple against his cock as he took him into oblivion for the first time.