========================================================================= Date: Fri, 5 Apr 1996 10:10:07 -0600 Reply-To: PALMER@CRPL.CEDAR-RAPIDS.LIB.IA.US Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Deb Palmer Subject: Adult: Power of the Quickening NC-17 I wrote this little piece right after Chivalry was shown for the first time. Thought I'd finally send it out in this hellaciously long re-run cycle. Be warned though: it's NC-17 and includes both *ahem* homoerotic and autoerotic content. All comments and flames should be directed toward me at: palmer@crpl.cedar-rapids.lib.ia.us. deb "Make mine Methos!" he's got me tingling in places I didn't even know I had! palmer@crpl.cedar-rapids.lib.ia.us list member from HeLLL and a MMMM (Mild Mannered Methos Minion) ***************************************************************************** Note: This takes place immediately following the fourth season episode "Chivalry" on Highlander: The Series. Characters are used without permission. Warning: NC-17 and homoerotic content ****************************************************************************** The Power of the Quickening by Deb Palmer Methos stepped out of the shower in Duncan's bathroom and began toweling off in the warm, steamy room. Finishing, he casually wrapped the towel around his waist, padded across the loft to the refrigerator, and grabbed a beer. Opening it, he tilted his head back and took a long drink, sighing in contentment. Crossing over to the sofa, he sank down, leaned back and closed his eyes. Lord but he was tired. In the 200 years since his last Quickening he'd forgotten how exhausting it all was. After the initial surge of electricity and the jolt of adrenaline that accompanied it, you just felt drained. He'd also forgotten how very *sexual* the experience was, how arousing and intense and just plain erotic the feelings were. In fact, just thinking about it caused a stirring in his groin. Reaching down, he loosened the towel around his waist and slowly stroked his hardening erection. Mmm, but it felt good to allow himself to *feel*. The last few centuries had been very lonely and Methos had locked away a lot of feelings, including sexual ones. It wasn't the first time during his 5000 years and he was sure it wouldn't be the last but, for now anyway, he was allowing himself the luxury of caring and feeling again and it felt good. No, it felt *great*. Oh, yes. Slowly his fingers stroked up the lengthening shaft and then swept back down, a tantalizing caress that caused him to grow even harder. For now he was content with that motion, a slow stoking that was more of a tease than anything else. Duncan was teaching at the university and wasn't due home for a while yet. He had plenty of time to indulge himself. Ahh, Duncan. Behind his closed eyelids, images of Duncan played across Methos' mind. From that first meeting in Paris--the look of astonishment on Duncan's face as he realized exactly who Adam Pierson really was, was priceless. The utter nobility of his bearing when he refused to take Methos' head--and when he had offered up his own instead. Yes, in spite of all he had known about Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod, it was really at that instant that he had begun to realize how important this man could be to him, if only he'd allow himself to care. And he'd tried not to. Lord, how he'd tried! Disappearing once Kalas was in prison. Hoping that out of sight would be out of mind and he'd forget all about Duncan. But that hadn't happened. He'd jumped at the opportunity to call Joe and use that as an excuse to contact Duncan when Christine Salzer threatened to go public. Remembering how sweet that first sight of Duncan had been, after months of trying to forget about him, Methos' hand tightened on his hard shaft. His hand pumped up and down, first gripping tightly on the downstroke, then loosening as he went back up. He took a moment to run his palm over the head of his cock, picking up the lubrication seeping from the tip before continuing in the steady up and down motion he'd arrived at. God, it felt so *good*! Slowly, spreading his legs to allow himself better access, his other hand reached down to cup his testicles gently as images of Duncan continued to play in his mind. The look on Duncan's face when he told them that Kalas had Amanda. Really, the man has *the* most expressive face. What he's feeling is usually written right there on it. In a perverse kind of way, Methos could only hope that Duncan would be as negatively affected if something happened to him! Unfortunately, he remained convinced that Duncan definitely did *not* view him in a sexual manner. Still, he was free to fantasize as much as he liked and right now he was in the mood to indulge himself. He'd known for sure that he was a goner when Duncan had stepped in front of Christine as Joe had fired the gun at her. The man had honor, no doubt about it. And was loyal, sometimes to a fault, to his friends. The consequences of taking that bullet out there in the open and then getting up and walking away from it could have been as potentially damaging as anything Christine was getting ready to say. All to protect Joe. Maybe someday he'd learn. But then he wouldn't be the Duncan MacLeod Methos had come to care about. Hell, if he couldn't be honest with himself, who could he be honest with? The Duncan MacLeod he'd come to love. One of the most terrifying moments of his entire 5000+ years had come when he had thought Duncan was just going to give up his head to Kalas without a fight. He never wanted to have to live through anything like that again. Oh, he'd joked his way out of it, talking about Amanda being free to date, but he still choked up when he thought about life without Duncan in it, before he'd really gotten a chance to know him. He would have survived, he'd lost many friends during his long lifetime, but something about this one *felt* different. There would have been a big hole in his life that even another 5000 years would have failed to fill. Just thinking about it all again caused Methos to shudder and grip himself even tighter, stroking faster, allowing himself to feel even more. If the only way he could have Duncan was in his fantasies, he was going to enjoy him as much as he could! Sometimes, when they were painting the house and talking about what it must be like to have kids, Methos could almost allow himself to dream. And the look Duncan gave him as he reached out with his paintbrush and swiped Methos' nose with it...Ahh! Then he could almost allow himself to hope that someday... Methos' fist pumped faster and faster on his erection, imagining Duncan looking at him as he'd looked at Amanda, kissing him as he'd kissed Amanda, as a lover. He imagined Duncan's tongue plunging into his mouth, swirling around his, tasting him and his own tongue giving it all right back. In his mind's eye, the hand caressing his bursting cock was Duncan's, not his, and his own hand was filled with the enormity of Duncan's erection as they gripped each other, bringing themselves close to the edge of orgasm before slowing down and backing off, going into a softer stroking until they could stand the intensity and gripped harder once again. The hand toying with his heavy testicles became Duncan's as he imagined Duncan slowly kissing his way down his body until he came to the rigid shaft thrusting out from Methos' abdomen. He kissed and licked all around it, tantalizing and teasing, causing Methos to arch and thrust into his hand. "Please!" "Please what? Do this?" Duncan asked even as he enveloped Methos' erection in the warm silkiness of his mouth. "Oh, yes! Yesss!" Methos' hand was a blur as it pumped faster and faster. He could feel the tightening in his testicles and knew that he was almost past the point of no return. He lost himself again in his fantasy of Duncan, lost in the sensation of being engulfed in Duncan's mouth as he licked and sucked his throbbing organ. He pumped his hips, thrusting into his hand as he imagined being in Duncan's mouth. Ahh, yes,there it was! Oh, god, it felt so *good*! Suddenly, even as his hips arched one final time off the couch, he felt the electrical tingle that signaled another Immortal. Too late to do anything about it now, he realized, as he came in slow, heavy spurts that seemed to last forever, warm heavy cream pulsing out of his rigid penis. Slowly, he opened his eyes, sure of what he'd see even before he did so. "Enjoying yourself?" Duncan asked with a wry quirk of his eyebrow, still slightly bemused by the sight that had greeted him as he'd come through the door of the loft. The last thing he'd expected to see when he got home this afternoon was Methos, hand full with a surprisingly large erection, bringing himself to a climax. Even more surprising was the effect that this sight was having on him. Talk about tingling in places you didn't know you had! He'd better think about something else quickly, or there would be something quite noticeable between his legs for Methos to notice, even in his embarrassment! Blushing, Methos scrambled to wrap the towel around his waist and cover himself up. "Umm, sorry about that. Just a little post- Quickening...well, you know..." his voice trailed off, not knowing quite what to say. "Methos. It's all right. It's not like I've never done it myself. Quickenings affect all of us that way. Don't worry about it." Duncan went over to the refrigerator to grab a beer. "I know. It's just that no matter how old a fellow gets, he hates to get caught wanking off. Makes me feel like a bloody schoolboy!" Methos stood up, with the towel securely wrapped around his waist. "I think I'll just go and slip into something more comfortable," he said as he headed toward the bathroom, grateful that Duncan could have had no possible idea of what he'd been thinking about, imagining, at the moment he came. Moments later, clad in his well-worn blue jeans and favorite fisherman's sweater, Methos rejoined Duncan in the main part of the loft. "Here, I brought you a beer," Duncan said, handing it over. "I figured you'd need it since I'm dragging you along to do some more painting at the house." "Gee, thanks! I thought I told you to get someone in!" Methos replied, relieved that Duncan seemed willing to let the incident go without further comment. And Duncan didn't mention it again. Although he thought about it often, for the image of Methos, cock gripped tightly in his hand as he came in slow heavy spurts was indelibly burned into his mind. Maybe someday... c. 1995 by Debbie J. Palmer All Rights Reserved