First Step

by Simon

OK, here's the deal here--this story is a sorta, kinda sequel to that wonderful S&S story that got the whole series started. You know, the one where the boys end up watching the sun set out on Montauk and end up getting...closer.

Now, as usual, I've taken the idea and had it turn a bit of a corner into my own little AU. This si not a S&S sequel, t's what happened right afterwards in my own little corner of the world.

enjoy...and yes, there is some Hot Monkey Sex in this one.


Title: First Step
Author: Simon
Pairing: D/G
Rating: R
Summary: The boys wonder where they're going
Disclaimers: These guys aren't mine, they don't belong to me, worst luck, so don't bother me.

Feedback: yes.

The sun had completely set by the time they walked, hand in hand, back to the car. They didn't say anything; just occasionally rubbed each other's hand with their own fingers or would casually allow their shoulders to press together as they strolled along. They were quiet as the motor started and silent as they began the drive back. Partly it was shyness but mostly it was that they didn't know quite what to say to one another. They had been friends since they were twelve and in all that time, in all those years, the only thing between them had been simple friendship.

Garth had wanted more, any number of times, but he had never known how his advances would be received and he had been afraid that if rejected he wouldn't be allowed to even be alone in a room with the person he had loved since almost the first day they had met.

He had been more a refugee when he had joined them than any of them realized even to this day and Dick had been the first one to welcome him, to make him feel like he was valued and that he wasn't a freak. As the time went by, as the years passed, what had begun as a child's crush had deepened into solid and unwavering love. He never said a word to anyone about it--other than to Tula and she had understood and laughed and said that he should tell how he felt and that after she had watched the two of them make love, she would join them both. Embarrassed, he had blushed and shaken his head. Laughing she had kissed him again and began to touch him in all the spots she knew he liked and they didn't talk about that any more.

It would likely have stayed like that--him with Tula, probably joining together when they were old enough and they were both ready and the friendship with Dick would have stayed as it had been. But then Tula had died and he had been lost for a while and when he came back to himself Dick was still there as his friend and he knew that the love was still there, too.

Now, sitting next to each other as they drove back to the city, Dick asked "Would you like to get something to eat?" His voice was different than it usually was. It was soft and hesitant, as though he feared being turned down.

"No...I'm sorry. I mean, I would like to, but I have to get back--I'm supposed to attend some reception tonight at the UN. I'll probably be late as it is." He looked over. "I am sorry." His voice was just as quiet. There was no reply, just a single nod as the car was put in gear. It occurred to him that Dick probably thought that he was making an excuse.

They rode lost in their own thoughts, each wondering what the other was thinking and feeling but still much too new at this, at least with each other to dare ask.

"Where do you want me to let you off?"

"The townhouse, if that's all right."

"Sure. No problem."

The finally turned down the street where the Atlantean Mission was housed. Pulling over to the curb, Dick turned to Garth just as he was about to open the door. "Look, I'm not sure what really happened, but I think that we should talk about it. I--don't want that to ruin our friendship." The look on Garth's face was a combination of surprise and hurt.

His voice was as soft as it always was, but now seemed somehow forced. "No, I wouldn't want that, either." He paused for just a beat. "I have to work on some treaties for the next few days, there are a lot of meetings scheduled but call when you're ready, OK?" Again, there was a single nod in response.

He closed the door behind him and walked up to the entrance of the building. It opened as he approached. They had been waiting for him. He was The Prince, again.

Both young men found themselves thinking about what had happened over the next couple of days, though neither one made contact with the other. Garth thought that he had overstepped, misread the signs he had thought were there. Convinced that he had caused offense and that their friendship was damaged, he put off hearing what he was sure Dick would have to tell him.

Dick was confused by the encounter and so delayed calling because he wasn't sure now what Garth's intentions had been. One minute he thought that they would become lovers and he would feel a sort of secret thrill that anyone as beautiful and smart, as well connected--he was royalty for the love of God!--could possible want him, an orphaned circus rat. Sometimes he thought that there really had been a connection between them, more than just the sex. Other times he would think that he was being stupid, that it had been a whim; of the moment and that it would never be repeated. Garth certainly had his pick of any man or woman he would want. It was just convenience that had allowed it to happen. So he didn't call for a while, either.

Finally, after brooding and changing his mind hourly for three days, he picked up the phone.

Garth returned from a working lunch with the Japanese representative where they had spent two hours discussing whaling methods that would retain a sustainable population of the animals while still allowing for some harvesting. Sitting at his desk he saw the stack of phone messages. Most were routine. The fifth one down in the pile said "Officer Grayson of the BPD called. Pls call back." A number followed the message.

He called through the open door for his assistant. "Ann, when did this call come in?" He showed her the paper. The handwriting wasn't hers.

"Sonja took that while I was on another line, about half an hour ago. Did you get a ticket or something? I can deal with it if you want."

"No, thanks. I'll take care of it." He smiled at her. "You know I can't drive a car."

"I've told you I'll teach you. Anytime you want."

"My diplomatic immunity extends to driving, doesn't it? I'd need it. Hold my calls please." She was smiling as she left, closing the door behind her.

He dialed the number and detached himself enough to see that his hands were actually shaking. He felt like a teenager on a first date and laughed at himself. It was answered on the third ring.


"Dick? I got a message that you called."

"Uh, yeah. Look, I think we should get together and talk this out. You free for dinner tonight?"

He looked at the calendar on his desk. "Dinner w/Dr. Robert Ballard. 7. Le Cirque" was written there. "Yes, tonight is good. Could you meet me somewhere? Wherever you want."

"Sure. You know that restaurant across from Lincoln Center? Used to be O'Neill's? Make it 6:30, OK?"

"Yes, I'll be there...Dick? I'm glad that you called."

"Yeah. Me, too. I'll see you later."

Replacing the phone in its cradle, he thought for a moment then pulled out his address book. Checking a number he picked up the phone again and dialed. "Hello? Bob? I'm sorry to do this, but something has come up..."

Three hours later, the dinner with Ballard rescheduled, Garth walked into the restaurant, saw Dick waiting for him in one of the booths and sat on the opposite bench across the table.

"Have you been waiting long?" He saw that Dick was wearing the blue shirt that was almost the exact color of his eyes and that his hair was freshly washed and shiny. He smelled good, clean. It was all he could do not to put his hand on his cheek in a caress or cover the hand on the table with his own. Not knowing what Dick wanted to tell him, he resisted.

"No, just a few minutes. I wanted--I--think that we need--. Look, thanks for meeting me here. I wasn't sure that you would."

Garth just looked at him for a moment, not believing what he had just heard. "Why wouldn't I? I (I love you) know that you want to clear any -misunderstanding that may be between us. I want that, too." He paused, not wanting to be cliché, but not stopping himself. "We've been friends since we were children. I wouldn't want that to end."

Dick took a deep breath. "Yeah, me too. I guess that just sort of happened and it was a kind of one time thing, right?"

Garth looked at him. Is that what he wanted, is that what he really thought? That it was just a mistake of some kind? The pause was too long.

"Garth, that's all it was, right? Just an impulse? You know, just a kind of hormone thing?"

Garth continued to look at Dick, almost lost in his own thoughts. That was what he wanted? He wanted to be sure that he understood. Dick thought it was just lust? He was about to agree, to go along to smooth things over when he heard himself speaking. His voice was it's customary soft one, but there was an undercurrent to it of deep feeling.

"No. It wasn't. I know that to you on the surface that sort of thing, men being together, is often thought of to be wrong. I know that it's even illegal here, but I grew up learning that there's nothing wrong with it, that it's normal and not to be ashamed of." He looked directly at Dick. "I've wanted that to happen between us for a long time, for years. When you followed me and then I saw how you--reacted, I thought that you wanted it, too. Was I wrong?"

Dick opened his mouth to answer but before he could speak the waiter interrupted them. "Hey, you guys know what you want yet?"

"Dick answered with the first thing that came to his mind. "A burger with fries. And a Coors."

"Right. And you?"

Garth spoke without thinking. "Cheese omelet and water, please."

"OK, you got it. I'll be right back with your drinks."

They picked up the thread again.

"Dick, if you want it to just be that one encounter, that's all it will be. I'll never bother you again. I promise you that. I'll never touch you. I won't. We're still friends, aren't we?"

"Well, yeah. Of course we're friends. You want more?" It seemed like a real question, as though Dick hadn't really considered the possibility.

A shy smile started, a hopeful one. "Yes. I would, but I won't ask anything that you don't want. I never would."

"But...I don't understand. Why would you want me?" Garth's look was incredulous. "I mean, we can't really be together. You're an Atlantean, I'm not. How could we make this work?"

Almost to himself he said, "Yes, of course, but there are ways." He knew that Dick was probably just trying to let him down easily, that he was reaching for excuses. Fine. If that was what he wanted, there was no point in pushing what wasn't wanted. Besides, he told himself, they had at least that one time together. He could remember that. But...

Just then their food arrived, the waiter insisting on being friendly and talkative.

"Here you are. Would you like anything else? You sure I can't get you anything?" He placed the food in front of them, all the while looking at Garth. "Hey, I've seen you somewhere. I'm sure of it. You're somebody, aren't you? I mean, we get a lot of people in here--all the dancers from the ballet and the singers and then the audience big shots, but I've seen you...wait! I know. I saw your picture in..." He paused, thinking back to where he had seen Garth's picture. "I were in the Magazine section of the Times last week. You're that Prince Ambassador-- you're a diplomat or something." Garth was starting to look really annoyed by this, not that the waiter would be able to tell. Dick could see the signs, though, and he moved to diffuse it.

"Hey, man, look, we're just trying to have dinner. OK?"

"Oh yeah, really sorry. I won't bother you anymore. You're not gonna tell the manager or anything are you? It would mean my job, y'know?"

"No, we won't say anything. Now if we could eat..."

"Oh, yeah, really sorry, man. It was a great article, though. Really awesome."

Finally, the boy left.

"You were in the Times last week?"

"I called the editor in chief myself to stop it, but they insisted on running the thing. You wouldn't believe what I've taken for that. I didn't know about it until we were given an advance copy." He just shrugged his annoyance away.

"Yeah, but they made a good choice. You make a good story." Garth assumed that Dick was being sarcastic.

Eating and reverting to small talk, Garth felt a growing despair. This wasn't going where he had hoped with all his heart that it might. It was a, what was the phrase? oh yes, a kiss off. They covered the latest gossip about Donna and Roy, touched on the JLA and some of the personalities at the UN. They even were desperate enough to bring up the nice weather they had been having.

Dick was watching as they were eating, though. He had thought about Garth, on and off for a while, but had just assumed that he was straight. He'd been with Tula for years and he knew that they had been sleeping together since they were old enough to figure out how. Sure, he knew that gays were accepted in Atlantis, but he'd never made any connection about that. There had never been a reason why it would matter to him--Garth was safely in the 'I like girls' category. Sure, he'd watched him swimming, usually nude and had been impressed. Hell, he had a body that almost put Bruce to shame. He liked the guy, liked his sense of humor and that he was quiet and calm, liked his looks, too. His eyes were amazing. Sometimes Dick would catch himself looking at them, embarrassing Garth. And he was smart. Most people thought that he was quiet because he had nothing to say. He was quiet because he was always watching, learning, always studying people and what was going on. He'd read everything ever written, too, or so it seemed.

He was also, now that Dick thought about it, one of the few people he trusted.

There was another thing, too. He was so Goddamned lonely. Ever since Joey had died there hadn't been anyone other than a few one-night stands he wasn't all that proud of.

He and Garth were already friends, they already liked each other. The hard part was out of the way. Maybe there could be a connection. It could happen.

Hell, it was worth a shot, anyway.

They finished their food, declining offers of coffee and dessert. Garth agreed to an autograph for the waiter's roommate. Standing they walked out to the sidewalk and were about to hail separate cabs when Garth spoke up.

"Dick?" He was hesitant.


"Would you do something for me?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

He almost couldn't get it out, so afraid of what the answer might be. "Would you spend the night with me? Just one night?" He looked at the frozen look on Dick's face. "Please?"

No answer.

"I'm sorry. I said that I wouldn't ask you and I did. Dick, I'm really sorry. I won't ..."



"Yeah, I will. I'd like to."

He looked as though he had misunderstood, hadn't heard right. "You're sure?"

Dick smiled that smile that always tore at Garth's heart, the one where he was happy and knew that things were good and everything was right. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Nodding, smiling in return, Garth said "Just tonight, that will be--enough. I won't ask for any more. You've my word on that."

"Let's decide about that in the morning, OK?"

Raising his hand he hailed a cab. As they got in the driver asked the usual, "Where to?"

He turned to Garth beside him. "Where to?"

"49 East 87th." Garth was still looking at him as if he didn't quite believe that this was happening. When Dick reached over and took his hand as they rode through the park, he thought that it might not get better than it was at that moment. Ten minutes later the car stopped in front of the townhouse. The Atlantean flag flew above the door. Paying, they got out and walked up the few steps. Punching a code into the security pad, Garth let them inside.

Dick seemed somewhat intimidated. "I've never been here before. You sure it's OK?"

Garth gave a silent laugh, smiled and nodded. "It's fine."

A servant of some kind appeared from a hidden doorway. "Good Evening, your Highness. Will you be requiring anything?"

"No, thank you. I won't need anything more tonight. You might as well retire."

Bowing his head, the man withdrew.

"You're used to that kind of thing, aren't you?"

"The help?"

"The whole 'your Highness' thing. Does it ever bother you?"

"You get used to it. It's really just a job, you know." Not knowing whether Dick wanted to go upstairs yet or not, he asked, "Would you like me to show you around?"

"Just your room for now. I can see the rest some other time." Garth looked away, blushing, unable to meet those eyes when they looked at him like that, sexy and needy. For him. Wanting him.

Garth led him up the curving staircase to the second floor, down a short hallway and into his room. The bedroom was good sized with a beautifully appointed connecting bath. The shower and tub looked large enough for a party. The bed had been turned down for the night, the curtains drawn; the only light was a bedside reading lamp.

Closing the door, Garth walked over to where Dick stood by the bed, his hand lightly resting on the duvet. Putting one hand on his hip and cradling his cheek with the other he asked. "Are you sure that you want this? You don't have to. It's all right if you've changed your mind."

Dick's answer was to lean forward, his own arms lightly going around Garth until their lips gently brushed against one another's.

Garth leaned his forehead against Dicks and almost whispered in his soft voice, "It's been a long time since I've been a virgin, but I feel like one now. Tell me what you want and that's what we'll do."

Without speaking, Dick lifted the sweater over Garth's head, trailing his fingers lightly over the muscled back and chest as he did so, running his hands over the strong, lean arms. Pulling his hands up to the broad shoulders, he gripped them gently, caressingly, slowing sliding down to the breasts, lightly brushing the nipples and sliding down to the button of the jeans. He heard Garth's gasps, felt the skin jump as he stroked along the length of him. He allowed his hands free access, wandering where they wanted, around to the back, down the ribs, holding the narrow waist. He was unhurried, watching the reactions he was drawing out, the quiet gasps, and the hisses as his nails carefully traced patterns.

Garth's hands came up to frame his face, his mouth gently exploring, kissing his mouth, cheeks, eyelids, forehead and back down to his mouth again. His movements were unhurried, almost random and completely without the slightest hint of demand. His lips caressed and stroked, his hands slid down to hold the strong shoulders and then down the smooth arms, still barely holding, just lightly surrounding the limbs as the hands glided along the flesh. All the more arousing for it's subtlety.

Dick was about to use his mouth on the beautifully hairless chest when he felt Garth lift the tee over his own head. Pulling back for a long moment to look at his lover, Garth then put his arms about him in a gentle, firm embrace, bringing their chests together, skin against skin, pressing close. He felt Dick's warmth, inhaled his scent, rested his cheek on his shoulder and began carefully tonguing and tasting the skin there. Stroking and nibbling and sucking, he felt a shiver run through the body in his arms.

He slid his hands between them, carefully undoing the fly, pushing the jeans and underwear down in one smooth movement, kneeling as he did so, his mouth trailing down to the iron hard cock pointing straight towards him. One hand rested on Dick's hip, the other lightly ran down the outside of the long leg then back up the inside to barely brush against the taunt sack. At the same time he flicked his tongue across the head, licking the drop he found there. He was about to swallow the entire thing when he felt hands pulling him up and heard a whispered "Please, I can't stand up any longer."

Rising, he started to push Dick back onto the bed when he felt his own slacks being opened and removed. Naked, they slowly fell backwards, Garth on top, both erections caught between them. He felt Dick start to move almost with desperation, grabbing his ass, pulling him closer, undulating beneath him. He could feel teeth on his shoulder, nails digging into his back and knew that it would only be moments before the other man climaxed. He felt the muscles tensing as the shudders began. He heard the gasps and the bitten back cries of orgasm and then held the trembling body as it slowly calmed.

Long minutes later he rolled off, their arms still around each other and it was only when Dick felt Garth's still hard penis against his leg that he realized that he was the only one who had reached release. His hand moved down to grasp the shaft and started to stroke up and down, but felt his movements stopped, his arm held.

"No, it's all right. You needn't do that."

"But, you haven't..."

"I'm fine. Tonight is for you."



Opening the drawer of a bedside table, he found the tube he suspected would be there. He coated the now weeping and needy cock and slipped himself over so that he straddled Garth's hips, facing him so that he could watch his face.

Positioning himself, he slid down in one smooth movement, watching Garth's body arch up to press deeper. Despite what he had said, he began thrusting, his hands on Dick's hips, pulling him closer, Dick's hands stroking his chest and belly in time with the rhythm they set. In a few minutes he came, hard, explosively and his lover lay forward, settling down on him.

"Why didn't you want me to?" It was asked against his neck.

"I wanted this to be for you. I wanted to give this to you."

"I'd rather that we give to each other."

"For tonight. If that's what you want."

"Maybe for longer. If you'd agree."

Garth opened his eyes. "Rob?"

"We can try, OK?"

Garth raised his hand, brushing away the stray lock of hair that always fell into Dick's eyes, smiled and nodded, then leaned closer and kissed his lover.




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