Afternoon Tumble

By Ronda Searls

Zel stood at the brink of the landing pad and scanned the rippling air with binoculars. "They're late."

Gourry stopped fiddling with their gear and walked over to join him, nudging a pebble over the edge with the toe of his boot. He watched it fall with mild interest, then sauntered casually around behind Zel. He grinned, amused, as a flock of scarlet birds flew by, and the binoculars left off their efficient search pattern to track them instead. He moved up closer and slipped his arms around the chimera to unbutton his shirt, plunging his hands under the fabric to sweep his fingers over Zel's nipples.

Zel gasped and almost dropped the binoculars. "Gourry!!" The blond was too busy sucking on the tip of an ear to reply. His hands moved over the stony chest and stomach hungrily, one stopping for a second to unzip his own pants; happily he wore nothing underneath.

"Gourry," Zel tried again, inhaling sharply. "They'll be here any minute..."

"No they won't. I told them to pick us up three hours later than I told you."

"W-what?"

Gourry pulled Zel's shirt down off his shoulders, following with his lips and tongue, rubbing himself against Zel's cleft until his cock poked itself free. Zel arched his back as Gourry pinched his nipples between his index and middle fingers, pulling gently, stroking the top of his chest with his thumbs.

"Ah...anyone... could... fly by..."

"Not this far south," Gourry said, sticking his hands into Zel's deep hip pockets. Zel seemed to be having trouble catching his breath.

"Sssssatellites..." But Zel was undoing his belt buckle. Still holding the binoculars.

"Let 'em watch," Gourry growled, baring his teeth and nuzzling Zel's shoulders. Want you love you so much it hurts. He pulled his own shirt off, almost tearing it, and pressed against Zel's bared back. The slide of his nipples across hot stone skin made him writhe. He put his hands back in Zel's pockets.

Zel hunched forward, then arched back, openmouthed like a drowning man; his turban came loose, the fine silk fluttering down around his shoulders as his heavy braid slid free. Gourry caught it and draped it over his own shoulder, silver falling with the gold. Zel's hips juddered at what Gourry's hands were doing.

"Gourry...wait...we're too close to the edge..." Zel pressed them back. His knees might go at any minute, and the drop was a doozy.

"I've seen you fly," Gourry murmured against his neck. But he smiled and stepped back. Zel wasn't wearing his A-G Field device; pretty soon, Zel wouldn't be wearing much at all... With a groan at the delay, Gourry grabbed Zel's hand. They ran across the landing pad into the jungle, to a dim, mossy grotto under a hollowed out Spica tree. After a quick scan for insects and other things that might interrupt them unpleasantly, Zel let himself be pulled inside, sheltered from the fierce sun, submerged in a cool, green, living scent.

"You knew this was here," Zel accused, sitting down on the cushy moss as Gourry knelt to unfasten both of their boots. With a puzzled grin, he realized he was still somehow holding the binoculars They quickly joined the boots in a heap to one side, soon followed by shirt, pants, and the tangled coils of his turban.

"Yeah. Remember when I thought I saw that viridisaur? Just about broke a leg, stumbling over this place." Kicking off his own footwear, Gourry pulled a couple of packets of gel-sleeves out of a pocket before wriggling out of his pants. Gloriously naked, he pounced on Zel.

"Did break a leg," Zel gasped, not thinking. Gourry straddled him, legs spread wide, hips grinding against him, his mouth savage on his throat. But as the words sank past the haze of lust, the blond sat up abruptly.

"What? You-"

Zel sighed, resting his hands on Gourry's thighs. "Fibula. How you did that without damaging the tibia is beyond me."

And you healed me and never said anything about it. Gourry grinned and slid himself over Zel's narrow stomach, enjoying what that did to his balls. "Just talented, I guess," he said, leaning forward to sink into a long kiss, thrusting slowly, his longer torso bending in a graceful arch.

"Talented...yes, good word..." Zel curled his hips upward, bringing his knees up and setting his feet firmly in the moss to cradle Gourry as the blond positioned himself. The lubricating packets were forgotten; Gourry's skin was slick with sweat. Zel's smooth, long-fingered hands slid over him as he sat back, moaning as Zel's length filled him, and Zel's hands played between his legs. They moved with each other, slow and steady, following the tide of their breathing, sometimes shivering and gasping as currents like lightning coursed through them. Zel dropped his temperature ten degrees...then another five; Gourry's face was a little too flushed, and sweating did no good in 90-percent humidity.

"Oh, gods, Zel...that feels so good..." Zel's now-cold hands stroked his dark skin, trailing bright afterimages of sensation. Gourry sank down, drawing him in to the hilt, cooling his center. He was torn between this delicious arrangement and the rising desire to lay beside his love and hold him close, chest to chest, belly to belly, thigh to thigh...in either case singing the praises of the gene-tech that had worked such metabolic magic within Zel's splendid body. He bent forward slightly to run his hands over Zel's deep blue skin. "So beautiful," he murmured.

Zel laughed, as he always did at that particular compliment. Of course he was, he'd designed himself deliberately, hadn't he? He sat up, somehow managing not to dislodge Gourry, and found the bound end of the blonde's braid. He undid the metal clasp, running his fingers down the supple lengths until the river of gold floated free around them. Gourry removed the matching clasp from Zel's braid and Zel shook his head vigorously; all that was needed to unbind his own metallic tresses. "Sun and moon," they said together, and laughed. Then eyes met, and lips, and Zel slipped himself out of Gourry and rolled them over and took Gourry inside himself; from his perspective the blond was fever-hot. Silver hair washed over them now. Fingers and tongues intertwined, silver and gold mingling. Condensation dripped off Zel's cool skin onto Gourry, who moaned and writhed, and thrust harder into the unyielding body above him, the difference in their temperatures bringing him to the edge of screaming.

Zel threw his head back and clenched his teeth, his body drawing up like a gathering wave, holding for that timeless, breathless eternity before falling, breaking, dashing himself silently on Gourry's heated shore. He always meant to cry out, but never remembered when the moment was upon him. In the thrall of Zel's muscular release, Gourry made enough noise for both of them, spurting a hot, deep jet, shuddering with tectonic force.

When he could think again, Gourry reflected that being with Zel was like making love to a planet; staggeringly powerful, and exhausting. Perhaps a little bit dangerous. But he was completely spoiled for anything else.

They lay quietly together, full-length upon the shady moss, gently stroking each other and whispering endearments; their kisses like fireflies in the dark. "Silverhair fireheart," Gourry murmured. Zel, nuzzling his chest, chuckled.

"You're the hot one at the moment," he pointed out, deliberately literal.

Gourry buried his fingers in hair like moonlight. "But you warm me when I'm cold. Protect me when I sleep." Vivid blue eyes glinted suddenly with mischief. "And when I'm hungry, you...nourish...me." A hand wandered down to grasp Zel's slender length. He felt the pulse and lengthening, the sudden rush of his own response. He spread his legs, liking the feel of the air on his body, and began licking the dewy moisture from Zel's skin, lapping like a cat at first. Zel chuckled and played with his sun-white hair.

But the small tastes of moisture made Gourry realize how thirsty he was. He worked his way down one of Zel's legs then sat back reluctantly.

"I'll be right back," he said, and kissed Zel's big toe. He ran back out into the harsh light and retrieved a canteen and a small plastic envelope from his pack. Zel grinned as Gourry returned to their hollow and took an antimicrobial cloth from the envelope. Sitting astride Zel, with their cocks brushing tantalizingly close, Gourry poured cool water over them and stroked the cloth over the skin, slowly, lingering, spiraling from base to tip and down again, making Zel squirm with watching, and himself grow hard with renewed urgency. Discarding the cloth, he poured the water a second time over their inflamed flesh, both of them arching their backs and catching their breaths under the stream. Gourry took a long drink from the canteen, then moved down to lick Zel's dripping genitals, passing the canteen to him.

Zel was only vaguely aware of accepting the canteen. He spread his legs to accommodate Gourry more easily, and pushed his hips up. Head thrashing from side to side, the chimera bared his clenched teeth and dug furrows in the moss. Gourry's hot little tongue always drove him farther than anything else could. A tiny lick, a little touch, a gentle poke, a wet swirl, the intermittent puff of warm breath, and always lapping, lapping; a teasing that concentrated the sensations to such a narrow point and yet sent hot electric waves rippling out across his entire body.

Sensing he was getting close to the edge, Gourry withdrew and sought his mouth briefly, kissing noisily, the sound turning him on though it made Zel laugh. Then the taller man stood, carefully positioning his feet to either side of Zel's shoulders, moving his hips suggestively in midair.

"Ahh!" Zel wriggled upward, until he half-sat, half-knelt against the curving wall of the hollow, while Gourry leaned his forearms on the inner side of the tree trunk, moaning loudly as Zel closed his lips over him. Zel reached up to fondle his rear, squeezing and massaging as the blond thrust into his mouth. Relaxing his throat, Zel took him in completely, sucking as he withdrew, applying pressure with the tip of his tongue to the underside of Gourry's cock as he pushed inward. Gourry's fists clenched and unclenched, his hair swept back and forth over his naked skin to his knees as he bent backwards, crying out on the edge of incoherence. He looked down to see his flesh moving in and out between indigo lips, and molten, iridescent amazonite eyes glowing back at him from the depths of passion. He thrust harder. Zel slid his hands up to play with his nipples - Gourry shouted, gave a terrific, wrenching shudder and came explosively into Zel's mouth.

Zel caught him and eased him to the ground. He was trembling and weak from reaction, twitching a little, calming slowly under the chimera's tender kisses. Zel laid himself full-length atop him, afraid he might overheat.

"Shhh, Beloved. Easy. Breathe, Gourry, breathe... No, wait, you're too hot, you don't have to... ohh...gods..." The blond had him with his mouth again, rolling them over, pressing them into the damp, pliant moss. "Ohhh... Gods..." Gourry slipped two fingers inside and stirred them about, reaching to rub Zel's nipples with the other hand as he drew first one ball into his mouth then the other, jogging them very gently. Zel's eyes squinched shut tight and he kept gasping in and in and in, till Gourry thought his chest must burst or his back break.

The sound started deep - Gourry gave a last hard suck and pulled away just in time; Zel tried to bury himself in the moss, screaming Gourry's name as burning white fountained, shimmering, searing in the shadows. Gourry dove on him again, engulfing, loving to watch but loving the bittersweet taste more. Zel fell beneath him, spent, as limp as his hard body ever got. Gourry looked up, blinking.

"Eh? Zel? Zel!" Great Kali, he's fainted! "Zel! Ah, fireheart! You okay?"

Indigo eyelids fluttered, lips parted. Blue topaz eyes opened, focusing only after another moment. "Gou...rry..." Gourry stroked his face, worried and laughing at the same time. Zel swam up through bliss to wonder, and held his dark and golden love close. Gourry sighed and draped himself happily around Zel's coolness, their hair a bright tangle on the moss. They slept, lulled by the jungle noises.

Noise. A long ear twitched. Distant humming; a flyer.

Zel sprang awake, arms and legs flying, then clutching a startled Gourry. "They're coming!"

"What? Ohshit!"

A mad scramble for clothing and miscellany ensued, like a high-speed and remarkably precise juggling act - without the chainsaws. The two did a last spin, checking for debris, and leapt out of the hollow, sprinting for the landing pad, emerging from the forest just as the flyer hove into view over the ridge to the east, its metal skin reflecting the glow of the westering sun. Zel hastily wound his turban and stuffed his hair under it as they set down. He and Gourry loaded their gear and hopped aboard while the pilot watched them with a raised eyebrow.

Zel and Gourry looked each other over as they strapped in. What? What'd we miss?

They lifted, soaring over the jungle toward Lumpur-Narsith and home.

"Gourry," Zel whispered, grinning.

"What'd we..."

Zel pointed at their belts, more specifically the buckles. Both were silver, but the designs were distinctive; the pilot had commented on them on the way out. Zel's was the Eye of Horus, while Gourry's depicted a pair of white wings flanking a haloed heart. But at the moment, Gourry had the Egyptian symbol, and Zel the winged heart.

"Whoops," said Gourry.

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