TITLE: The Best Laid Plans

AUTHOR: TimberWolf

FANDOM: Road To El Dorado

PAIRING: Miguel/Tulio

RATING: NC17

STATUS: New, complete.

ARCHIVE: Sure =)

FEEDBACK: yes please, on or off list... timberwolfcanada@hotmail.com

DISCLAIMERS: the usual ... they belong to DreamWorks, not me (mores the

pity <g>), no copyright infringement intended, no money made ... you know

the drill

SUMMARY: just a little PWP

WARNINGS: the least little bit of bondage involved here

THE BEST LAID PLANS

by TimberWolf

The quiet of the stable loft was shattered as two men dived inside,

frantically barring the shutters behind them. The blond looked at his

partner with a wild, exhilarated grin, "We made it!"

"Okay," Tulio panted, gasping for breath as he whispered, "new plan ...."

He tugged uselessly at the ropes binding his wrists together tightly behind

his back. "First, you untie me, and then we get out of this God forsaken

town before we both end up getting our necks stretched ... or worse." He

turned away, extending his bound wrists toward his partner.

When nothing happened, he shot a quick glance over his shoulder. "Miguel?"

Miguel stood behind Tulio, panting, the excitement of the chase still

boiling through his blood. He looked at his tall partner. Wisps of wavy

black hair were escaping from the neat tie at the back of Tulio's neck. His

chest rose and fell rapidly as he sucked air into his lungs, his back arched

as the firm binding on his wrists pulled his shoulders back. Small splashes

of gooey black tar stubbornly held on to a few scattered goose feathers

despite the race they'd just run. A pair of large blue eyes fixed a

squinting scowl in Miguel's direction as his partner repeated, "Miguel?"

A sly, feral grin tugged at the corners of Miguel's lips as he lifted his

gaze to meet Tulio's. "Good plan," he murmured, "but there's no rush, is

there? We should probably wait here a while. Give that angry mob some time

to give up and go home." Before Tulio could reply, Miguel pushed him off

balance, knocking him to his back in the soft hay.

Landing with a grunt, back arched over his bound hands, Tulio grinned back

at his blond partner. "Miguel ..." he growled. The growl turned into a

deep, rumbling groan as Miguel pushed aside Tulio's vest and lifted his

shirt to press a string of teasing nibbles along Tulio's taut, quivering

belly.

"Madre de Dios!" Tulio whispered, pressing himself up against Miguel's lips.

He tugged helplessly at his bonds, arching against the blond.

Miguel chuckled at Tulio's panting exclamation and desperate writhing. He

revelled in his partner's shuddering moan as he unbuckled Tulio's belt, and

unlaced his trousers, tugging them down to the thief's knees.

"Miguel, please," Tulio whispered, blue eyes meeting green in a desperate

plea.

Straddling his captive partner's hips, Miguel settled on Tulio's thighs,

effectively preventing any escape attempt. Letting his gaze drift slowly up

the slender body beneath his own, Miguel made no attempt to disguise the

predatory gleam shining in his heavy-lidded eyes.

Leaning down, Miguel planted his palms on either side of Tulio's shoulders.

Brushing his lips softly up his partner's neck, he breathed hotly into the

thief's ear, "What is it you want Tulio?"

Eyes drifting closed, Tulio cleared his throat sharply, "U-untie me."

Trailing teasing, nibbling kisses along Tulio's pointed jaw line, Miguel let

his fingers brush across a taut nipple before sliding down Tulio's quivering

belly to tickle at his navel. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

Tulio's eyes drifted closed as he shuddered under his partner's sure

fingers. "No ..." he whispered, "please ..."

Miguel leaned forward once more, resting his full length against his taller

partner's; pressing his own heated erection against Tulio's matching length.

"No, don't do this," he grinned, "or no, you're not sure what you want?"

The grin grew. "Because, Tulio," the blond murmured, running his fingers

lightly over his partner's rough, whiskered jaw, turning Tulio's face around

to meet his own intense green stare, "I am *very* sure."

"Miguel, please," Tulio moaned softly.

The blond simply arched a brow, waiting.

Tulio opened his eyes, pleading blue locked onto Miguel's knowing green,

"Please don't stop," he whispered.

Chuckling, Miguel pressed his lips against his partner's ear. "Don't worry,

I'm not finished with you yet."

Miguel brushed his fingers through Tulio's dark hair, smoothing the unruly

loose strands, plucking the occasional goose feather free. Lifting one of

the long white feathers by the shaft, he twirled it thoughtfully back and

forth between his fingers.

Grinning ferally down at his bound partner, Miguel brushed the feather tip

lightly down Tulio's nose, teasing it back and forth across his lips and

then trailing it down his partner's throat.

Tulio swallowed heavily, tugging again at the bonds securing his wrists

together behind his back, squirming and twisting in his futile attempt to

avoid the soft brushing torment.

Miguel shifted his attention lower, focusing his gaze on his partner's small

brown nipples. He trailed lazy circles around the puckered nubs with the

feather's soft white edges, before flicking the tip across each several

times in turn.

He grinned at Tulio's soft moan, and continued, drawing an invisible line

down his partner's heaving chest before pausing to dig the feather's tip

into Tulio's quivering belly button.

"Miguel," the muted shuddering groan emanated from deep within Tulio's

chest.

The blond trembled. Hearing the undisguised desire in his partner's rough

voice shot a bolt of fire straight to his own burgeoning cock. Miguel

sucked in a deep breath before turning his attention back to the matters at

hand.

He trailed the feather tip in a whisper-soft caress along the length of

Tulio's leaking shaft, careful to maintain the barest pressure. He chuckled

softly, watching Tulio shudder as he twisted in his bonds, unable to get

away from, or closer to, the tormenting strokes. His partner's rumbling

breathless mutters were rapidly descending into incoherence.

Miguel leaned forward to whisper against his partner's ear. "Tell me what

you'd like, Tulio," he breathed, "tell me what you *need*."

"You, Miguel," came the strangled response, "fuck me now."

"Suck me?" the blond chuckled, sliding down Tulio's lean body. "Is that

what you said?" Miguel wrapped his lips around his partner's straining

shaft.

Tulio growled wildly, bucking into the blonde's mouth. "*Fuck* me, Miguel!"

"Ah Tulio," Miguel's bright green eyes met his partner's passion clouded

blue ones with a mischievous sparkle. "I always knew my days as an acrobat

would come in handy."

Kneeling up straight, Miguel stretched his arms upward, clasping his hands

over his head. He twisted to the left and right, and then arched his back

in each direction. Then with a wide, lascivious grin, he shifted position,

spreading Tulio's knees to settle between them. Miguel lifted his partner

up, pulling Tulio's ass forward to rest on his thighs.

The blond wrapped a fist around his own aching shaft, stroking once, then

again, smoothing the slick pre-come around his cock's flared head. Holding

Tulio steady with one hand, Miguel centred himself against his partner's

tight entrance, at the same time as he reached forward, extending a soft

lick against Tulio's engorged shaft. With a shuddering groan of completion

Miguel pressed forward, exulting in the sensation of smooth tight heat

enveloping his aching cock at the same moment that Tulio's hard satin length

filled his mouth.

A shiver echoing Miguel's groan quaked through Tulio's entire body as the

blond began slowly rocking his hips. With a shout of triumph, Tulio arched.

Miguel's throat was flooded with semen at the same instant as he felt

Tulio's ass clench spasmodically around his own hard length. One last

thrust, and Miguel's own orgasm exploded.

Miguel collapsed onto his partner, gasping. After a moment's rest, he

rolled to the side, nestling in the soft hay next to Tulio. He nuzzled

against Tulio, reaching around him to work at the bindings knotted around

his wrists.

Tulio lay passive and gasping for breath, neither helping nor hindering

Miguel's progress. "New plan," he panted softly.

Miguel grinned, eyebrow arching as he waited expectantly.

"I say we bide out time here in the hay," Tulio panted, "for a few hours at

least."

Miguel chuckled, "That's *your* plan, is it?"

"Absolutely," Tulio murmured with a grin.

"Well," Miguel pressed a soft kiss against his partner's lips. "I like it

..." he whispered, settling into Tulio's warm embrace.

March 2001