"Van, you can't just offer up your partner to star in a sex film!" Billie yelled at Van.

"I didn't want to but it was my emergency, last choice plan. What was I supposed to do? Huh?"

"Van," Billie paused again, then spoke very slowly and clearly as if addressing an idiot, "YOU ... CAN'T ... OFFER UP ... YOUR ... PARTNER ... TO STAR ... IN A SEX FILM!!!"

"Lena said she needed an amateur guy. I told her Whipstick only has female talent but she didn't buy it. I'd have lost the deal if I didn't offer her something," Van explained. "Besides, the shoot's not ‘til next week. By then the whole case should be closed."

Billie sighed then said, "I hope you don't think I'M going to tell Deaq about this."

"Nah, he'd take it better from me anyway," Van admitted. "Speaking of Deaq, when's he getting back anyway?"

"Should be any time now."

Deaq had injured his back several days ago and it still hadn't improved any so he'd gone to the doctors earlier that day. Billie had wanted to send Deaq in to work with the Goucher brothers, but considering how much pain his back was causing there was no way he could go riding around on a dirt bike. Billie had had to go in herself. She'd convinced the Goucher brothers that not only was
she a skilled rider but also a lesbian which had kept Murdock Goucher's advances at bay. All in all Billie wasn't really pleased with the arrangements but having Deaq out of the picture had made the changes necessary.

They heard the door open and close as Deaq came into the Candy Store. He was still walking stiffly.

"Speak of the devil," Van said smiling.

"The devil," Deaq started. "He'd be the one who convinced me to try surfin' again." Deaq glared at Van pointedly as he made his way over to the red sofa and sat down carefully.

"Yeah, um, sorry ‘bout that," Van said. He'd never expected Deaq to get injured when he suggested they try out a couple of new boards on the weekend.

"What'd the doctor say?" asked Billie.

"Can't really fix it. I just have to wait it out. Gave me these though," Deaq said as he held up a bottle of prescription painkillers. "Once these kick in I should be a bit better. Right now, all I wanna do is not move." He leaned his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes.

Billie glared at Van since she considered this to be his fault and also because she knew he was going to make it worse.

"Yeah, see the thing is Deaq, we kinda need to take care of a little something first," Van said hesitantly.

Deaq opened one eye and looked at Van suspiciously. "A LITTLE something? This isn't going to be one of your LITTLE plans that ends up with us in a shoot out, running for our lives is it?"

"Come on man, have I ever steered you wrong?"

Deaq just glared at his partner.

"Okay, okay, the surfing thing, I get it. I know, black men don't surf and all that. I'm sorry I made you go, alright? I didn't think you'd hurt yourself. But listen, this plan is much better," Van said convincingly.

Billie stifled a laugh. "I better get going. I have to meet the Goucher brothers in half an hour. And Deaq, it still counts as assault even if he IS your partner."

With that Billie climbed onto her bike. It was complete with a sticker saying, "Girls rule" in rainbow color print. Billie was happy she didn't have to stay to hear the fireworks as Van explained the "little something" they had to do, although it would have been fun to see them argue it out.

**********

As Van and Deaq made their way through Savage studios Van was still trying to convince Deaq that this wasn't the worst idea he'd ever had.

"Look I know this sounds bad but don't worry. She just wants to get a look at you. Make sure you're the right look and all that."

"And what look would that be, Van? Stupid and gullible?" Deaq said. His back was feeling somewhat better but his mood had gone right down the toilet since Van explained his plan.

"Sexy and built. She just wants to make sure you'll look the part is all," Van explained.

"Sexy and built?"

"Yeah, see you fit the description perfectly," Van said only belatedly realizing how it might sound coming from him. Sure he thought Deaq was hot but that didn't mean he should say it.

Letting the comment go, assuming Van was just into the part and didn't notice how blatantly he was talking about his partner, Deaq said, "Kind of a shame I won't be able to give her a trial run with some gorgeous sex bunny. Of course with my back all messed up it's probably a good thing."

"How's your back now?" Van asked steering the conversation away from who Deaq assumed his co-star would be.

"Better, still stiff," Deaq said. As it was his walk still looked a little off but at least it didn't hurt nearly as much. Passing some barely dressed porn ladies Deaq said, "Wonder which one she'll be expecting I'd star with. I guess I could always ask her for a sneak peek."

"Yeah, about that," Van started. "See she didn't exactly want you to star with one of the ladies."

Deaq thought about that for a moment. Looking disappointed he said, "Oh, so she wants me for a solo affair. That's kinda disappointing. But, then there's enough of me to keep people interested I guess," he finished half joking smugly.

Van barely managed to not answer with a ‘I bet there is.' Instead he decided to break the news to Deaq. They were getting close to Lena's set and, much as he didn't want to, he had to tell Deaq exactly what the executive wanted him for. "Uh, Deaq?"

"Yeah," he responded suspiciously. There was something in Van's tone that told him he really wasn't going to like what came next.

Van spoke quickly knowing he had to tell Deaq fast and that it was now too late for them to back out. Lena had caught sight of them coming in and was headed their way across the large studio. "She wants you for a gay porn film. Asked me for a first timer who looked all top but acted all bottom. I told her you were a kindergarten teacher looking to get into the business. Don't kill me," Van finished quietly before turning to address Lena. He put on a cheesy grin and greeted Lena.

Deaq blinked in shock. Suddenly he was VERY glad he was just there to meet and be looked over rather than actually do the film. As Van charmed Lena, Deaq just let the change of events sink in.

Looking over Deaq who was staring at the floor trying to look the part of someone who was unsure and uncomfortable (and that wasn't really too hard) Lena said, "Delicious. What took you so long to get into the business?"

"Well, um, I've been teaching kids for the past few years," Deaq said, shoving his hands into his track suit pockets, avoiding eye contact. Surprise and embarrassment were helping him play the part.

"Lovely," Lena said sarcastically. "So let's see it."

Deaq's head snapped up. He was pretty sure what IT she was talking about and suddenly he really wasn't eager to play show and tell.

Seeing Deaq's panicked look Van stepped forward, "Well, what's left to see? His body speaks volumes with the clothing, don't you think?"

"Absolutely," Lena agreed. "But I don't need to see his body, I need to see him move."

Van sighed and moved to stand beside Lena, facing Deaq. "All right, show her some ass," he instructed Deaq flippantly. Van knew Deaq could dance and move in very sexy ways, even when he didn't mean to. The man had a way of moving like a jaguar, all fluid movement and restrained strength. However, between the back injury and obvious nervousness, he wondered just how well Deaq would be able to move. He hoped if Deaq showed a little skin maybe that would satisfy Lena. It always impressed him anyway.

Deaq wanted more than anything to just bolt out of there. He wasn't willing to risk the case though. "Well, I, uh, I thought I'd wait for the big day," he said. He shot Van a pleading look to help him out of this.

"I've already been jerked around by one guy with cold feet. I need to know you're going to be comfortable in front of other people," Lena explained. It sounded like her patience was starting to wear thin. Turning to Van she said, "Come on, Van. Get in there."

"Me?" Van squeaked out. "No, no, I couldn't."

Sure, it was the best excuse he'd ever been handed to get his hands on Deaq and, in a way, it was a fantasy come true but looking at Deaq's panicked eyes made Van want nothing more than to get them out of there. The last thing he wanted was to force Deaq into something he didn't want to do.

"You've got a body good to go all night," Lena said. "You must have tried him out, put those pretty lips to good use, made sure he's a viable client."

"I'm not, I mean I don't, you know. I don't go that way. I'm all about the ladies, you know?" Van said plastering on a fake smile and lying through his teeth. Her suggestion of his testing Deaq out made him more excited than he was happy with given the situation.

"With those clothes and that walk? I don't think so Van," Lena said unconvinced.

Trying another tactic Van said, "Well, there's a reason why I'm just a representative and not in the game myself. Um, you don't want to see what's going on down there, freak Ritalin mishap during my late teens."

"Ritalin mishap?" Lena asked.

"Yeah, you know. I was a kind of hyperactive kid. They kept me on the stuff too long. Weird side effects."

"I've seen it all before so try this on: get on the bed, show me what he can do, right here, right now, or we're no longer in business! Got it?" Lena said, clearly out of patience.

Now totally out of ideas, Van walked over to the bed on the stage and took a seat beside Deaq as Lena went to her director's chair to watch. She turned on the spot lights and waited to be impressed.

"Come on, get on with it!" Lena said impatiently. "Jackets off," she ordered.

Deaq reluctantly pulled off his jacket and was wearing only a wife beater underneath. Van slipped out of his suit jacket, still wearing his white button down, striped shirt.

"Now take off his shirt, Van," Lena directed.

‘Always want to,' Van thought as they stood up. He loved to see Deaq's muscular back and chest without the barrier of clothing. But when he reached for the bottom of Deaq's tight shirt he found his hands batted away.

‘This is way too weird. No way I'm gonna let another guy undress me, even if it is Van. I mean we're close but we're not THAT close,' Deaq thought. He pulled his shirt over his head and quietly asked Van, "So, Mr.-I'd-never-steer-you-wrong, you got a way out of this one? Huh? You got another plan, Van?"

"Nuh-Uh," Van said honestly.

Deaq dropped his shirt onto the bed. They looked over at Lena and fake smiled. It was hard to see her because of the bright spot lights facing them.

"Let me see you touch Van," Lena said.

"I wonder when the next flight to New York is?" Deaq muttered.

"Come on Deaq. You can do it," Lena encouraged.

Van felt almost insulted that Deaq showed about as much enthusiasm as if he were being asked to touch a porcupine. Frustrated, he finally grabbed Deaq's hand and put it on his shoulder. Deaq cooperated and put his other hand on Van's other shoulder so they were in a very loose embrace.

"Closer," Lena encouraged.

They moved fractionally closer. Van knew if Deaq got any closer he'd realize his partner had a hard on.

"Kissy-kissy!" Lena said, obviously getting into it.

"I can't do this, man," Deaq said softly, his voice strained. "I couldn't do it last time and I can't do it now." He remembered last time they'd found themselves in a situation like this. He'd been unable to kiss Van to "prove" they were gay lovers on a previous case. He'd bailed at the last second but Van had seemed like he was willing to go through with it. They'd never talked about it but Deaq had always figured if the situation ever rose again he'd just swallow his pride and do it. After all, he was as committed as Van to doing what they had to for undercover work.

Now that it was crunch time he found himself turning his head away from Van's attempts. When Van kissed him on the cheek he leaned his head in close and whispered into his ear, "I can't do this, man."

Lena saw the aborted kiss and Deaq's apparent shy nuzzling at Van's neck.

"Sweet," Lena said. She'd noticed Deaq's reluctance and had been wondering if he'd be any good for her film. Seeing him and Van together she realized that his hesitant, insecure movements combined with his waiting for Van to initiate everything made him appear very much the first time bottom she needed for the part.

"Now, let me see you take off his shirt Deaq," Lena guided.

The thought of feeling Deaq's fingers brushing softly against his chest, slowly undoing all the little buttons, made Van's heart race. But knowing that Deaq would probably freeze up at the order Van began unbuttoning his own shirt.

"No, Van! I want to see how HE does it," Lena said.

"Okay, okay," Deaq said quietly, psyching himself up. "I mean it's not like I haven't seen this before. The way you walk around with your shirt off it's like working with a Chippendale dancer," he said, sounding almost irritated.

He yanked Van's shirt off quickly, popping off several buttons in the process. Lena cocked an eyebrow at the move, mistaking Deaq's speed and roughness at disrobing Van as desire rather than an attempt to minimize touching.

"Take it easy, Deaq," Van said quietly trying to calm his panicking partner. "It's just a shirt. That's not too bad, right? It's not like she's asking you to do anything you can't handle, huh?" Van reasoned.

"Deaq, get down on your knees and let me see you undo Van's pants."

Deaq's eyes bulged out as he made eye contact with Van. At Lena's order Van felt himself get even harder. ‘Oh shit. Not going to be able to hide that now,' he thought. ‘Maybe later I can tell him it was just the adrenaline or something.'

"Come on. Get down," Lena encouraged when Deaq stayed frozen.

Looking Deaq in the eyes Van said, "For the case." He knew if Deaq thought they were both doing this because they had to, if they were doing it for the greater good, then maybe his partner would be able to play along.

Deaq nodded fractionally and agreed, "For the case." He got down on his knees slowly, partly because of his reluctance and partly because his back was so stiff. As he knelt in front of his partner Deaq realized his back didn't really hurt at all thanks to the pills, but it had become evenstiffer than before. He looked forward at Van's crotch and noticed his back wasn't the only thing that was stiff. Seeing Van's obvious arousal, Deaq turned his head away as he fumbled to unbuckle the belt.

‘Why am I the only one in the room who has a problem with what's happening here?' Deaq wondered.

"Man I got good timing!" shouted Ghost Goucher. He, Murdoch and Billie strode into the room. From the side of the set they saw Van, shirtless and standing with someone kneeling in front of him. It was suggestive enough a position that all three of the people arriving assumed Van was receiving a blow job. They couldn't see who was in front of him from their angle.

Deaq looked at the new arrivals, peeking around Van's leg. Murdock and his brother hollered in surprise and disgust. Billie's jaw dropped in shock. Deaq's eyes nearly bugged out. He was having enough trouble doing this without the threat of Billie finding out, let alone witnessing.

Van's head whipped around just after Deaq saw Billie and the brothers. He saw her shocked face and began quickly doing up his belt and throwing his shirt back on while Deaq got to his feet as quickly as he could, which wasn't really all that fast considering his back.

"Holy jeez! You oughtta put a warning on the door or somethin'," said Ghost. "Guess we shouldn'a come early. That shit's just nasty. Damn queers."

"Oh, I don't know, Billie here seems to like it," Murdoch said, noticing Billie's staring at Van and Deaq. "Thought you weren't inta us three leggers," said Murdoch.

"Just wasn't expecting to find that, is all," Billie said, trying to sound as disinterested. "What I like to ride, other than my girlfriend, is parked right outside."

"Sorry about that," Lena said to Van and Deaq. "I forgot about this appointment. I'm going to need to see more though."

Billie's pager went off. She checked it and announced, "Gotta go. It's Nat."

"Billie, when you gonna dump that girlfriend and star in one of these movies with me? I could win an Academy award with a leading lady like you," Murdoch said.

Billie snorted and, after giving her guys another look of disbelief, left the studio.

"Ghost, Murdoch, this is Van," Lena introduced him. "He's done well by me these past few days." Turning to Van and Deaq she said, "Why don't you boys keep getting acquainted while we go upstairs and do some business? We won't be long so don't get too far ahead," said finished licking her lips.

As Lena and the Gouchers headed upstairs Van and Deaq sat back down at the foot of the bed. Deaq took awhile longer and he let out a small grunt and the movement.

"How's your back doing?" Van asked. He'd seen the way Deaq was moving around and it worried him.

"THAT'S the first thing you ask me?" Deaq said.

"Yeah, it looks like it's still bothering you a lot," Van said.

"Van, I got a porn producer directing me to do sexual things to my partner. My MALE partner. I'm freakin' out and to top it all off my boss walks in and now she knows the score. And you're worried about my BACK?" Deaq said sounding as agitated as Van had ever heard him sound.

Van sighed. "I know what's going on Deaq. Look it could be a lot worse."

"How's that?" Deaq asked.

"Well it could be someone other than me!" Van snapped.

Deaq closed his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I couldn't do it if it wasn't you," he whispered. "I can't go through with this anyway."

"Sure you can. It's just you and me, man. Just workin' a case is all," Van reassured. He didn't really feel that way, but knew Deaq needed to if they were going to get through this.

"Nah, man," Deaq said shaking his head. "I couldn't kiss you at Girl Bar. I always figured if it happened again I'd just do it, for the case, you know? But now? I can't do this, Van. Let's just get out of here."

"You really want to do that? Are you willing to sacrifice the case?" Van asked. If Deaq was willing to deal with the consequences he'd leave right then.

Deaq sighed deeply then said, "No. But I can't do this."

"Why not?" Van asked. He figured if he knew what specifically was bothering Deaq so much he might be able to help.

"Because, Van, guys just aren't supposed to do that. It just ain't right."

"What's so wrong? Really man, what's the big deal?"

"Two guys! That's the big deal."

Van got up to pace around a bit. "So it's the guy thing that bothers you, not the fact that we're being watched, hell directed by someone we don't know."

"Not big on that part either," Deaq admitted. "That the only thing that bothers you about all this?"

"No, I don't like that you're so upset about having to do this," he finished quietly, "with me."

"Hey, no Van it ain't you a'ight? Having it be you, that's helping like you don't even know. I woulda left by now if it wasn't. Isn't this at all hard for you?"

"No, Deaq it's not. I mean this," Van waved his arm to indicate the studio, "isn't exactly ideal. But no, this isn't hard on me." Van thought, ‘It's not hard, it's impossible. How can I do this knowing you really don't want it?'

"Van, I know I'm probably out of line askin' this but do you do it with guys?" Deaq had been reading between the lines for awhile now and he suspected as much. He had decided not to bring it up. He considered it Van's business not his but now it seemed like maybe it would be okay to ask considering the circumstances.

"Sometimes," Van admitted. "Does that make things better or worse?" he asked not being specific.

"I don't know. Not worse," Deaq said turning to look Van in the eyes as he said it.

Van opened the night table beside the bed and looked inside. He was pacing and poking around just for something to keep himself busy. He saw something inside and it gave him an idea.

"I have a plan," he announced.

"No. I had enough of your or ideas or plans whatever. Just no, Van."

Seeing Lena and the Goucher brothers leaving the office Van said, "We're almost out of time here. Look, I admit the surfing thing was a bad idea. Coming here was not a good plan either, okay? But this one, trust me, it's better. If this doesn't work out I'll let you plan out everything from now on, alright?"

As the Goucher brothers left the studio and Lena headed toward them Deaq knew Van was right. They were out of time. "Fine, what do I gotta do?"

"Just follow my lead and do what I tell you," Van said.

"That's what got me into this mess in the first place," Deaq grumbled but nodded as he said it.

"Now, boys, are we ready to continue?" Lena asked as she resumed her spot in the directors chair.

"Hell no," Deaq said just a little louder than he should have. Lena heard the comment and scowled.

Van smiled at Lena. "I'm going to show you just how obedient this bottom can be. Just sit back and enjoy the show, he's taking his orders from me now," Van said, sounding a whole lot more confident than he felt.

Lena crossed her long legs and settled in for the show. She thought this just might end up being a lot more interesting than she'd expected it to be.

"Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Leave your pants on," to make it sound better Van added, "for now."

He couldn't look at Deaq as he said the order so, instead, he smirked at Lena. He'd make sure she got a show, but there was no way he'd make this any harder on Deaq than it needed to be. ‘So to speak,' Van added in his head as he felt his erection return. He wasn't even looking at Deaq but could hear the rustle of movement that told him his direction was being followed. If Deaq would play along Van knew this could be enjoyable for everyone.

Spinning on his heal Van found Deaq on all fours facing the wall. Seeing his partner in that position set another bolt of lust through him. ‘Settle down, Van,' he thought to himself.

He walked over to where Deaq was on the bed. He leaned in close and spoke into his ear. "She won't be able to see anything if you face the wall. I know you probably don't want to look right at her so just follow, okay?"

Deaq said nothing, just swallowed nervously. Van stood back up and put one finger under Deaq's chin then nodded his head to the side. As he walked along side the bed Deaq turned and followed as if guided by the single digit under his chin. Lena nodded in approval. Deaq was now situated sideways on the bed giving her a side view. While she could see everything, it saved Deaq from having to look right at her.

Van pushed up ever so slightly under Deaq's chin so the man raised his head to look right at him. Seeing the look of fear and anxiety on his partner's face made Van wonder if this was worth it, if this case was worth the damage it might cause to their partnership.

"Stay," Van said. He had wanted it to sound like an order but knew it came out gently. To Lena it sounded like a perfect mix of demand and encouragement. Watching Deaq look into Van's eyes, his face so full of apprehension, she knew he was more than perfect for the shoot she had planned. She knew she could stop them now but had no intention of interrupting this little show.

Van leaned over and opened the drawer on the bedside table again. It contained all kinds of kinky props and lotions. He reached in and grabbed the thing that had caught his attention earlier. He pulled it out but turned away from Deaq, not letting the other man see what he had. As Van walked around to the other side of the bed he slipped out of his shirt, effectively hiding the object from Lena as well for the moment. He tossed his shirt onto the bed and stood behind Deaq. He could see the muscles on Deaq's back ripple as he tensed up. "Relax," he said in the same tone as earlier.

In response to the gentle command Deaq tried to let go of some of the tension. After all this was Van, his partner. He trusted the guy with his life. It wasn't like he'd hurt him. Still, Deaq wasn't really thrilled with the fact that he couldn't see what was going on. He also wasn't exactly used to just taking orders, especially in the bedroom. He wondered if his willingness to do what he was told had something to do with the painkillers that had left his mind just a bit foggy. He heard a snap and a wet, sloppy sound behind him and felt himself tense up which made his back start hurting again.

Lena closely watched the expression on Deaq's face, fascinated by the way he seemed to be trying to relax but panicking at the sound behind him. She watched his eyes widen as the bed dipped when Van got on his knees behind him.

Van straddled Deaq's calves and had to grind his teeth to keep himself from rubbing his crotch against the perfectly outlined ass in front of him. He tossed the bottle of massage oil onto the bed near Deaq's hands so he'd be able to figure what was going to happen before he started.

Van quickly rubbed his hands together warming the cherry scented oil, before placing his hands on the middle of Deaq's back. He felt Deaq jump slightly at the contact.

"Chill man. I'm really good at this. If you relax I can make you feel a lot better," he said as he began working his hands across Deaq's back. He pushed into him, thumbs down, bringing them up along either side of Deaq's spine. He was rewarded with a long moan from Deaq. Van couldn't help but smile and shake his head. Deaq was more responsive than he'd hoped for. If he kept making sounds like that this would indeed make quite a show for Lena without them ever having sex.

Van worked his way down from mid back to lower back repeating the action with his thumbs on either side of the spine. When he found a particularly tense area he pushed harder and moved his fingers down over the hard muscles, rotating his hands. He repeated the action until the muscles loosened under his fingertips. Each rub and touch brought another uninhibited moan from Deaq. Hearing the honest sounds of pleasure, Van continued his motions and thanked God he'd had the good sense to learn how to do this properly. He'd wanted to touch Deaq like this for a long time and was enjoying not only the feel of his partner's muscular back responding under his finger tips but also the moans of pleasure that told him this wasn't one sided.

Lena watched the men on the bed. This was better than most of the stuff her studio had put out over the past couple years and there wasn't even sex of any kind. These two were so honest in their reactions. Deaq's eyes were closed and his moans of ecstasy were more real than most of the performers she usually used. She could see his chest heave as he took deep breaths and let each out with a long moan that was so deep and sincere she felt herself getting wet. That in itself was unusual since she really had seen just about everything and rarely got turned on anymore by just watching.

Van's look of absolute pleasure and obvious arousal was also making her hot. She watched as he pulled sounds out of Deaq like he playing a finely tuned instrument. He worked his hands low at the edge of Deaq's waistband leaning down, his long hair partially blocking his face.

Van leaned back and shook his hair from his face. As he worked on a particularly knotted area he found himself moaning softly with Deaq. Slowly he worked his way up along Deaq's back returning to the area where he'd started. He knew that in order to get to Deaq's upper back from this position he'd have to lean in close. Van reached forward, massaging the tense muscles farther up. It was more difficult to reach without leaning his crotch against Deaq's butt, however he didn't really think Deaq would appreciate feeling his erection pushed against him.

Remaining in each spot until he smoothed all the tension out, Van continued to cause Deaq to moan in the most erotic ways.

Eventually Van had made his way as far up Deaq's back as he could without having to lean right against him. "Deaq," he said softly. "I gotta lean close to reach your shoulder's. Don't freak out or anything, alright?"

In response all he got was another drawn out moan that seemed to resemble "Mmm Hmm." Realizing that Deaq was so into it that he wouldn't care anyway, Van moved into position. As he reached for Deaq's shoulders his cock was positioned perfectly against Deaq's ass and if not for the barrier of clothing, he knew he'd never be able to resist now, not with him making those sounds of pleasure filling his ears. When he dug his hands into the hard muscles of Deaq's shoulders Van was rewarded by a deep groan of pain and pleasure. He tightened and loosened his grip and, as Deaq groaned again, Van couldn't help but thrust against him. With each tightening of his grip on Deaq's shoulders he thrust forward against his ass. Van found himself groaning in time with Deaq, tightening his hold and thrusting, then loosening and drawing back. He repeated the movement, spurred on by Deaq's groans. After awhile Deaq began pushing back opposite Van's thrusts, caught up in the rhythm. Both mindlessly rocked in pleasure to the pattern of tighten and loosen that Van set with his hands.

Not realizing what he was doing, Van reached down with one hand to rub Deaq's cock through his pants. When he felt the hardness against his hand he squeezed lightly through the fabric and was rewarded by quick gasp and sigh. With one hand Van stroked Deaq as best he could through the pants and with the other he continued the pressure and release motion on the back of Deaq's neck. Still thrusting against the warm body in front of him Van felt himself getting close. His thrusts became faster and more erratic as he started to cum. At the same time he squeezed harder on the back of Deaq's neck and his cock. The added pressure pushed Deaq to thrust hard into the hand holding him. After a couple thrusts he came with a deep grunt. His knees buckled and the two slumped down onto the bed, Van half lying on top of Deaq. Both were panting, Deaq still twitching a bit into Van's hand.

Van shook his head a bit to try to clear it. Things had got a bit carried away but, looking down at Deaq's heaving form and seeing the look of bliss on his face, he wasn't the only one who had enjoyed what happened. Blinking into the bright lights Van looked over to see Lena was also trying to compose herself.

"So, you think he'll do?" Van asked.

***********

They walked back to their car, now clothed, but still feeling satisfied. Van popped the locks and got in the driver's side. Deaq got in and closed the door, still not looking at Van.

Heading out of the parking lot Van felt the need to fill the silence with something. "I wonder how often she offers lifetime contracts right on the spot like that?" he asked.

Not wanting to be reminded about that Deaq asked, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"There was this working girl a few years back. Actually, I met her with Dre when we were on a case one night, anyway she did this full body massage thing and we had this deal where-"

Interrupting the story Deaq said, "Never mind I don't want to know." He paused and sighed. "That was..."

"Yeah," Van agreed without waiting for Deaq to finish. "You feel better?"

"Yeah, I do," Deaq said honestly. His back felt better than it had in days. The massage had done more for it that the painkillers had. Other parts were feeling a lot better for the attention too.

"So you're not all pissed with me or anything?" Van asked, still worried Deaq was going to get upset when he thought about what they'd done.

"Nah. So, she taught you FULL BODY massage?" Deaq asked feeling a lot less rigid in not only his back but also in his thinking.

Smelling the cherry scented massage oil still on Deaq, Van smiled broadly. "She taught me a lot of things."

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