This story contains explicit descriptions of a sexual relationship between consenting adult men. If you are under age or don't care for this, LEAVE NOW. As usual, characters from Highlander: the Series belong to Davis-Panzer et alia; I only play with them from time to time without any compensation. No harm; no foul; no profit. Anyone or anything new, however, is mine (left-overs again). This is a "Drabble" of exactly 100 words (not counting the title), and was written to a Richie/Methos List challenge. Nikki's comment that 100 words wasn't long enough for sex was an additional challenge. Beta-read by Nikki Memmott. You have been warned. Any errors are mine alone.

T he door locked, clothing removed, nothing impeded their tumble into bed. Richie explored and memorized the old man’s lips and mouth; his hands analyzed and categorized the different textures of the alabaster skin. He reached for the bottle of oil on the nightstand.

“Cupid’s Best?”

“It was on sale.”

Richie poured a generous amount on his straining erection. “Smells nice.”

Methos raised his legs to Richie’s shoulders. “Does it work?” Practiced movements of oil-slicked fingers prepared the way for Richie’s steel-hard cock. A crescendo of motion brought a shared climax.

The strawberry-blond head lay on the ivory shoulder.

“Works fine.”

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