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Title: The Fourteen Days of Valentine's Day 2013: Day Eleven
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries (movieverse)
Pairing: Donald and Timothy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: About 1550
References/Spoilers: Can't think of any.
Disclosure: I wish they were mine. Alas, they are not, so I'm just taking them out for a spin with thanks to the men who created them and the actors who brought them to life.
Summary: A night of sweet passion, and Don's next surprise.
Author's Note: I'll be posting one a day until Donald and Timothy make it to Valentine's Day.

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THE FOURTEEN DAYS OF VALENTINE'S DAY: DAY ELEVEN

by

Candy Apple


I had Timmy right where I wanted him...laid out on his stomach, naked, relaxed, and moaning a bit as I massaged his back and shoulders and the aroma of vanilla spice filled the air. I knew he had to be feeling a bit warmer, because the oil felt warm on my hands. Mostly, I was just loving the chance to run my hands over his skin, feeling the contours of his body.

"You're not going to sleep on me, are you?" I asked, since he was so languid and his breathing so even and restful. I didn't really mind if he dozed off, but I did have plans that would be a lot more fun if he was conscious.

"No. Just enjoying your magic hands," he replied, and I could see his face crinkle into a smile as he rested his head on a pillow on his folded arms. I kept working my way down, massaging the muscles in his back, then sliding my hands over the swell of his ass, continuing my work on his cheeks, and then his thighs. I was keeping control of myself fairly well until he shifted on the bed, spreading his thighs, arching his back a bit. "Look in the night stand," he said, the mischievous tone in his voice enough to send me over the edge by itself.

I opened the drawer and found tubes of flavored lube in there.

"Somebody's been shopping," I teased, and he just chuckled. There were three different flavors of lube in there: cinnamon, strawberry, and chocolate. Cinnamon seemed a good choice to go with vanilla spice massage oil, so I chose that tube and with a little dollop, ran my finger up and down gently between Timmy's cheeks. Then I zeroed in on the cinnamon flavored trail with my tongue, making him gasp and wiggle his ass in the sexiest way I've ever seen.

I didn't need much of the flavored stuff. The little dash of sweet and spicy was more than enough because I wanted to be right where I was, making love to him with my mouth. I didn't need to slather on some kind of gooey stuff to make it good. He was good. Being intimate with him was good. Making him gasp and writhe and moan for me, teasing him and making him crazy...that was the good part. I used my tongue to drive him wild for me, to get him so excited he was begging me for more.

So I coated my finger and slipped it into him, coating him, making sure he was ready for me. When I entered him, I lay against his back, thrusting gently, licking my way across his vanilla-flavored back and shoulders, kissing the back of his neck.

"I love you, Timothy," I whispered in his ear, sliding my hands up his arms until I covered the backs of his hands with the palms of mine, our fingers entwining.

"So good, baby," he gasped, meeting every one of my moves with a move of his own. The candles, the sweet flavors and scents, the sounds and scents of our lovemaking...I felt like I was getting high on the best intoxicating mix of wonderful things. The feeling of Timmy's ass against me, the tightness of him and the way I loved him...I couldn't hold on anymore, and I was coming, shouting his name, kissing his back and his neck, wishing I could be behind him and in front of him and all around him at once.

While I was losing it, Timmy came, too, and we finally came to rest, lying there joined, together in every way, letting our bodies recover.

"The vanilla was good for you, then?" Timmy asked, and I laughed, but I kissed his shoulder and stroked his arm.

"You're good for me, sweetheart. The sweet stuff was just frosting on one hell of a good cake."

He moved and I took the cue to let him turn over so we could hold each other. He grabbed the chocolate covered cherry massage oil.

"What do you say you let me work us back up into round two?"

"I'm all yours, beautiful."

He got to work on me, massaging my front with the massage oil, running his hands over my chest and shoulders, down my sides to my hips, then to my belly. He licked my flavored nipples, sucked on them and made my cock start to take an interest before I thought possible. He worked my legs with both hands, and besides being arousing as hell, the massage felt really good. I'd been so stressed out the last few days that his hands working my muscles felt like heaven. He even rubbed my feet until I thought I'd die from the pleasure of it. My cock was happy, and my stressed out body was in paradise.

By the time he urged my knees up, he didn't have to spend long getting me ready. I loved feeling him inside me, loved it even more when he held me close and told me he loved me with every thrust. I clung to him and took in every second of the physical pleasure, and took solace in feeling so loved, in knowing that all my fears were silly and pointless and this man loved me for all my life, with my flaws and my mistakes. His love and his friendship were my home, my shelter, and my life.

I was surprised I could come again so fast, but Timmy did, too. Like always with us, love is an amazing aphrodisiac. The flavored, scented stuff is fun, but the love is the sweetest part of all of it.

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I slipped out of bed early and went downstairs to get us some fresh fruit to feed each other and some coffee to start waking us up. I had to get to work, and I knew Don would want to head over to the animal clinic and visit Farley. I figured on slipping over there on lunch hour, and I had a feeling we'd both make it there that evening. I really hoped we could bring him home soon, or that they'd throw a mattress in adjoining stall so we could all be in one spot.

When I got back upstairs, Don was stirring, and he looked at me with a huge smile. The bed was a mess, we were still greasy and smelled like come and...and...frosting. It was a good morning.

I threw my robe aside and crawled back in bed with him and we fed each other fruit and delayed gulping the coffee and facing the day. We had a few minutes to just enjoy each other. So we kissed, nibbled, ate fruit, and told each other how much in love we were and how hot we both looked, even though it's a good bet only we would have found each other all that attractive in the condition we were in.

Finally, we drank some coffee, talked about our day, and reluctantly went to the shower and cleaned up. I was proud of us that we limited ourselves to one very efficient mutual hand job to relieve the morning itch, and managed to emerge dressed and groomed for the day in time for me to make it into the office without being late.

I hated parting...it's kind of funny how it still is my least favorite part of the day even though we've been married all these years. If I had my way, I'd always be with him. Of course, kissing each other goodbye is always nice. Especially when we draw it out a bit.

When I arrived at work, I sniffed my giant roses and then sat at my desk, feeling pretty good about my day, and life in general. I opened my briefcase, and found a white business envelope in there with my name on it in Don's handwriting. I opened it, anxious to see what today's surprise was. When I unfolded the white paper inside, a gift card fell out. It was from my favorite coffee shop, the one closest to the Senate building where I sated my caffeine and latte cravings during the week.

Dear Timmy,

Use this to help keep your energy and stamina up. For work and...whatever.

Love you,
Don


I laughed and tucked the note in my briefcase, and the gift card in my wallet. Yes, living with Donald did require me to keep both my energy and stamina at fairly high levels most of the time. And I wouldn't change a minute of it.
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