NA 31/5 5:35

A little AU fun!

Originally published in the zine, Timeless 1

There was absolutely nothing on earth so ecstatic, so fabulous, so perfect as this, Dave thought, feeling the intense surges from the powerful body beneath him, carry him along, taking him impossibly higher, piling sensation upon sensation until he thought he could take no more and still live. He had to find the breath to tell him. “Ken, Ken, oh god, you’re the best.”

His hands lightly caressed the sweaty neck, feeling heat pouring from it, his fingers sneaking up into the pale silky mane, loving the fine strands, rubbing encouragement to match his whispered words. “This is fantastic; I love this, boy.”

They seemed to have been at it for hours, although Dave was aware that was a huge exaggeration. They had begun in the usual manner, touching, testing each other, finding the little points of contact that were special to them, teasing and taunting, until suddenly it all became serious and they had settled into their rhythm. There was a tremendous sensation of speed, his hair feeling up on end as though blowing in the wind, rushing sounds, movement so free it was like floating, that fierce joy of being fast.

“Man, feel like I’m flying when we do this together. You’re incredible.”

His senses were being honed now as they always were at this stage of the game. He heard the familiar rhythmic pounding in his ears and felt it through his bones. Above that drumming was the sound of leather, creaking as it stretched and strained with their movement, and the lighter, smaller sounds of straps and flaps rubbing together. All other noise had disappeared in the intensity of the moment. He could barely hear his own voice.

“Keep it up, babe, we’re nearly there, nearly there, keep doing it.”

He was gulping now, breaths coming in great gasps as he struggled to maintain the pace. His whole body tingled with hyper-awareness. His skin seemed to be on fire, his muscles solid as stone, his whole being ready to explode. He could feel a similar fight for breath from below, the body heaving for oxygen, long neck stretched out, lungs rasping. Dave was only dimly aware that he was shouting.

“Yes, yes, go Ken, yes.”

He felt the fine trembling in the long, strong body between his legs as it strained way beyond normal exertion. Theirs was the perfect union of two bodies, two minds, racing towards the age-old goal. Hearing the cheering of thousands ringing through his head he thrust his own hips faster, urging even more from his partner.

“Now, now, now, now.”

He got it. Ken sacrificed the last vestiges of his strength and together they flew to the finish. Time stopped.

Exhausted and exalted, Dave had never felt so grateful, so fulfilled as he did at that moment. He flopped forward resting himself against the hot, shivering form below, sharing that triumph, celebrating the achievement of their united efforts. That wonderful lassitude spread through his abused body and he basked in the glow of it, feeling that if he were to die right now his life would have been worth every second.

A snort from below brought him to his senses: Ken reminding him that he’d better be taken care of right now or this was never happening again. Dave slid off his back, the scent of their combined sweat strong in the air. He dropped the whip, totally forgetting it in his haste to release Ken from the harness that had held them together. He unbuckled the straps to peel away the stiffening leather and harsh metal. Ken shivered as his sweat began to dry, and Dave ran his hands along the beautiful back and flanks, sweeping the chills away.

“Man, that was one hell of a ride. I love you, fella.”

Slapping the proud neck, he gently led Ken into the winners’ enclosure.

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Postscript: With thanks to S, A, and R, good friends who encouraged this inspiration following an afternoon at the horse races in Newton Abbot, England. In the last race, an outsider, Ken Risk, trained by Dave McCoy, won in fine style at odds of 7:1. S&H are everywhere, you just gotta look!