Another late entry for Erotica Day. Ezra and Josiah slip off together for a weekend the guys wouldn't believe!

If the others knew about this, Ezra Standish thought, they'd never let me live it down.

Josiah Sanchez, his teammate on what the rest of the Denver ATF referred to as "The Magnificent Seven", had whispered the possibility in his ear earlier in the week, and he'd readily agreed to join him for the weekend. They'd covered their tracks by giving the others separate stories. Ezra had mentioned a film festival and Josiah told of a seminar on Criminal Psychology he was attending.

Now here they were together, having slipped off separately and rendezvoused outside of town. Ezra had left his Jag in the care of friend and the pair had taken off in Josiah's Suburban, headed to a secluded place in the mountains.

The ruins of a Native American village, recently discovered by a colleague of Josiah's -- a treasure trove of artifacts.

The guys certainly wouldn't recognize the dust-covered, jeans, workboots, and chambray shirt clad man as their elegant and sophisticated co-worker. They'd go into collective shock if they saw him sifting through dirt and rubble looking for pottery shards as he was currently doing. Josiah had turned him on to archeology a few months ago, after turning him on in another -- and equally unexpected -- way.

They'd run into each other one weekend at the Museum of Natural History. Ezra was looking at some exhibits devoted to Native American art when he heard a deep, familiar voice say "Beautiful, aren't they?"

He turned to find Josiah admiring the art he'd been so recently relishing himself and replied "Yes, very. I suppose you come here often, to admire the exhibits." He immediately felt silly for having said such a thing; it sounded like a pick-up line even Buck wouldn't use. Where had that thought come from? Why did the thought of Josiah and pick-up lines make him so suddenly uncomfortable?

Josiah had turned from the art and was giving him one of his thoughtful, inscrutable looks, as if he was about to launch into one of his enigmatic stories. "I enjoy admiring beautiful things." His deep-set blue eyes bored into Ezra's as if to convey added meaning or find some desired response from the other man. His gaze shifted from Ezra to the watch he wore on his right wrist. "It's nearly closing time; would you care to join me for a bite to eat? I'm buying," he said as an extra incentive.

Ezra agreed, not being able to come up with an acceptable excuse, and they walked to a nearby restaurant. It was small and quiet; Ezra would have called it "intimate" if the word hadn't suddenly become vaguely uncomfortable for some reason he couldn't quite grasp. The maitre d' seemed to be expecting Josiah, if not his companion, and quickly led them to a table. They were given menus and water and left to contemplate their choices. Josiah asked if Ezra wanted wine with dinner, and when he replied in the affirmative ordered a bottle appropriate for his meal, ordering a second for himself since his entree required a different vintage.

"Planning to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" Ezra teased.

"Perhaps," Josiah replied with another enigmatic look.

He quickly changed the subject, and Ezra pushed it to the back of his mind. They made small talk as they ate, and the food and wine disappeared without either man paying much attention. When the check came, Josiah paid it with his credit card and the pair left the restaurant on slightly shaky legs. As they walked Josiah put his arm around Ezra, ostensibly to help his balance, and Ezra returned the favor.

He must have had more to drink than he thought; the next thing he knew he was being pinned against Josiah's Suburban by the man himself. He tasted wine and spices as Josiah claimed his mouth in a desperate kiss. Ezra pushed against his chest and was swiftly released.

Josiah took a few steps backward before saying, "I'm sorry. You're so beautiful and I've wanted you for so long I couldn't stop myself." He turned away. "I'll let you go now and never touch you again. I'll even ask Chris for a transfer if you want."

"You . . . think I'm beautiful?" Ezra asked in a disbelieving whisper.

"I always have," Josiah replied without looking at him.

"And . . . you want me?" An even softer whisper, nearly soundless.

That got Josiah's attention, and he turned back to the man still leaning against his vehicle. "For a long time now." He stood unmoving, uncertain of what to do next.

Ezra looked at him, uncertain himself of exactly what he wanted. Part of his mind was screaming not to trust, for fear of being hurt as he so often had before. Another part was saying this was Josiah, whom he could trust with his life. Could he trust the man with his heart? There was only one way to find out.

He held out his arms and called Josiah's name softly. The other man started toward him slowly, not wishing to frighten him again. Josiah walked into Ezra's embrace and put his arms around him. Ezra turned his face up for a kiss, opening his mouth when Josiah ran his tongue across Ezra's lips. Their embrace tightened as their tongues danced around each other, exploring and tasting.

The need for air broke them apart, and they stood for a moment simply breathing and taking in recent events. "Where?" asked Ezra, meaning to which of their homes should they go.

"My place is closer, and the parking garage has spaces for guests."

"Drop me at my car and I'll follow you."

It took less than twenty minutes for them to get Ezra's car and drive to Josiah's apartment. They parked in numbered stalls next each other, both assigned to Josiah's apartment. Ezra followed him to the elevator and rode up with him to his floor.

Once inside the apartment, with the world deadbolted out, they returned to hungrily kissing, fondling, and exploring each other. Clothing was shed to facilitate their explorations, and they soon found themselves in the bedroom and naked.

"You're so beautiful," Josiah whispered as he gently pulled Ezra down on the bed atop him. Ezra's lightly bronzed ivory skin was silken to the touch and nearly hairless. Josiah delighted in the feel of it against his hands and body. He pulled Ezra closer, wanting more of this wonderful feeling.

His lips parted from Ezra's and began their own journey of exploration, from jawline to earlobe, downward across his neck to his Adam's apple, further onward to the other earlobe and jaw. Josiah nipped his chin, Adam's apple, and collarbones before moving on to his chest, licking, nibbling, and suckling each nipple in turn, much to Ezra's delight as witnessed by his moans and pleas of "Don't stop, oh, God, don't stop."

Josiah rolled them over so he was now kneeling between Ezra's thighs and continued his downward journey, nibbling Ezra's ribs and gently sucking his navel. He nipped and kissed each hipbone, and Ezra moaned long and low when he blew gently across the head of his penis, exposed since he was circumcised. He avoided it thereafter, kissing and licking his way down one leg and up the other until he returned to Ezra's groin.

Despite Ezra's pleas he continued to avoid the erection in front of him, instead working on his balls, kissing, licking, and sucking them into his mouth one at a time. His tongue found its way to Ezra's perineum and teased that sensitive spot, causing Ezra to cry out and arch his hips off the bed. "Josiah, please, dear God!" he begged.

"What do you want?"

"You -- please -- inside me -- now!" The words were separated by Ezra's labored breathing, caused by his arousal.

Josiah reached quickly for the lube and condom he kept in the bedside drawer for just this occasion, and swiftly smeared some on his fingers. He touched Ezra's opening with a lube-slickened finger and gently began to push it inside. He moved slowly, allowing Ezra to adjust to each new finger and gently teasing his prostate, until Ezra was thrusting himself against the three fingers inside him and begging for more.

He pulled the fingers out and swiftly donned the condom, spreading it with lube. Raising Ezra's legs so he would be properly positioned, Josiah placed the head of his erection against Ezra's opening and gently thrust, breaching the ring and causing Ezra to cry out once more. He immediately froze in place and asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No -- feels good -- keep going -- please!" begged Ezra.

Josiah continued, gently thrusting a little further in each time until he was buried in Ezra balls-deep. He waited a few moments until Ezra relaxed before pulling nearly all the way out and thrusting in again. He started slowly, gradually increasing speed and slowing down to prolong their mutual enjoyment as long as possible. Eventually he could hold back no longer and began to thrust quickly into Ezra, stroking him in time to his movement. Ezra shouted and arched his back as he came, shooting semen across both men and the bed. The contractions of his orgasm brought on Josiah's release, and he emptied himself into the condom he wore. He pulled out swiftly so as not to lose the condom, pulled it off and tied it before disposing of it.

Crawling out of the bed, Josiah padded the few feet to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, wringing out the excess water before returning to bed and Ezra. He cleaned off his lover and allowed Ezra to perform the same service for him. Then he slipped back into bed and Ezra's arms, where he stayed for the night. They exchanged softly-spoken endearments, kisses, and gentle caresses until they fell asleep within minutes of each other.