‘Get a move on, will you?’ Dean shouted up the stairs.
Tommy had been getting ready for hours – first out for a haircut, then a shower, a shave, a change of clothes – which was repeated several times over. Now the flat smelled of his spicy aftershave, and the bottle of white wine Dean had bought to take to their friend Shelly’s twenty-first was warming by the front door.
Dean missed Shelly. She’d been their housemate for the last two years, but now she was heading off to Australia with a fabulous new job opportunity, and her room would be empty from now on. Tonight was a celebration of her birthday and also a goodbye. Dean really didn’t want to be late to her parents’ fancy pad. He wanted her to know he and Tommy cared, that they’d miss her female presence around the place.
‘How do I look?’ Tommy appeared at the top of the stairs wearing skinny black jeans and a check shirt, open over a white T-shirt. He wasn’t gym-honed or particularly buff, but he moved his long, lean body with grace and confidence. He held himself almost regally, proud of his sexuality and his place in the world. He definitely had that certain something, the elusive X factor.
‘You look great,’ Dean said, gripping the neck of the wine bottle a little tighter. ‘Really great.’
‘I’m glad you approve.’ Tommy trotted down the stairs, his polished red shoes tapping on the wood. ‘Because it’s all for you, you know.’
‘No, it’s not.’
Tommy came to a halt, right in front of Dean, his nose almost touching Dean’s as they were exactly the same height.
‘Of course it is.’ Tommy swiped his mouth over Dean’s and then stepped away. ‘Are you ready?’
‘Yes.’ Dean pressed his lips together, catching Tommy’s lingering flavour. He still hadn’t got used to the fact that Dean kissed him like that. Just a quick, casual brushing of mouths as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.
He shifted from one foot to the other and hoped he wouldn’t get hard. His jeans weren’t as tight as Tommy’s but still, a boner wouldn’t be good right now.
‘Fuck it. Where’s my keys?’ Tommy stalked around the open-plan area that made up their lounge, dining room and kitchen. He was glaring at every surface.
‘Here.’ Dean took the keys from the hook to his right and spun them around his index finger. They jangled quietly.
‘Thank fuck for that.’ Tommy sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. ‘What would I do without you?’
Dean smiled. It was a little indulgent, he knew that. And at one time he’d have held it back. Before he’d admitted he was head over heels in love with Tommy, that was.
Heck, that had taken some doing. Admitting it first to himself and then to Tommy. But what could he do? The L word had well and truly moved into his heart. The more he’d got to know Tommy over the last few years, the more he’d had to face up to being bi, and that Tommy was the one.
‘I bet she’s wearing that Vivian Westwood she got in the sale.’ Tommy swiped the car keys from Dean. ‘And she’ll look utterly fabulous, gorgeous butterfly that she is.’
‘Yes,’ Dean agreed. ‘She will.’ He’d never quite kept up with Tommy and Shelly’s fashion obsession but rather than fighting that fact he just went along with it.
Tommy paused with his hand on the door. His let his gaze drift from Dean’s head to his feet and back up again. ‘Looking good yourself, actually. Good enough to eat.’ He licked his lips.
Dean’s heart rate picked up, and his stomach tightened. Although he and Tommy were getting cosy, confessing their feelings late into the night, they hadn’t done more than kiss and enjoy a few hesitant fondles through clothing.
He knew that would change soon, especially now they had the place to themselves. No worrying about Shelly walking in and catching them.
God, what would she say?
Tommy winked. ‘Come on. We’ll be late if you don’t get a bloody move on.’
‘Me? I’ve been waiting for you for the last fifty minutes.’
‘So, let’s make haste. Chop, chop.’
Soon they were on the A20 heading to Breedale. Tommy had put an old Wham! CD on and was singing loudly, clearly enjoying a blast from the past.
Dean stared out of the window at the shadowed hedgerow flitting past. The sky was streaked with lilac and pinks, and a skinny cloud half covered the pale moon.
‘Hey, what’s up?’ Tommy asked, turning down the music.
‘Nothing, I’m fine.’
‘Are you sure?’ He reached over and squeezed Dean’s thigh.
Dean looked at Tommy’s elegant hand and the bunch of leather bracelets he wore. It felt so right to be touched by Tommy, completely natural.
Even though it scared him, the way a ride on a rollercoaster might, he wanted more. But how much more? And would he be able to go through with it?
Tommy had been gay from the word go. He’d had plenty of boyfriends, lovers, men he’d hooked up with for a night of fun. But Dean … there’d only been women.
God, what if he didn’t know what to do? Sure, he’d thought about it; heck, had he thought of anything else? He’d watched gay porn, wanked off thinking of fucking Tommy, of Tommy sinking into his arse. He’d dreamed of having Tommy bend over before him and plundering his hole, making them both come and come and come.
But dreams and reality were two different beasts, and what if they didn’t match up? What if, despite how much he loved and desired Tommy, when the time came for them to be physical, Dean just couldn’t do it – or worse still, he just didn’t hit the spot?
Then where the hell will I be?
‘Dean, baby, you’ve got me worried.’ Tommy squeezed his thigh again and glanced at him briefly before turning back to the road.
‘It’s nothing, really.’
‘But it is something.’
Dean was silent.
‘Are you thinking about us?’ Tommy asked, having to put both hands on the wheel again to navigate a bend.
‘Yes.’
‘What about us?’
‘Just … stuff.’
‘Jesus Christ, it’s like getting blood from a stone.’ Tommy huffed. ‘Tell me.’
Dean was silent. How could he say he wanted to fuck Tommy, later, tonight … maybe, without sounding like he’d turned into a sex beast, or, and he hated the thought of this, committing to it but not going through with it? What if he said it and then chickened out?
‘Ahh …’ Tommy said, nodding slowly.
‘What do you mean, ahh?’ Dean asked.
‘I mean ahh. It’s a sex thing, isn’t it? That’s the only reason you’d clam up like this.’
‘It might be.’ Dean frowned. Fuck, they needed to talk about this, he knew they did, but it wasn’t going to be easy.
‘Take a chill pill,’ Tommy said. ‘It’s all fine. I think you’re hot, you think I’m hot, we’ll both get hard, and it will all fall into place.’
‘It’s going to be different, though, I mean, with a woman I—’ Tommy shoved his palm out towards Dean. ‘Nope, nope, I’ll stop you there. I don’t want to talk about pussy or think about you inside pussy, or even have the word pussy mentioned again – it will upset my delicate disposition.’
‘I don’t like to think of you and other blokes, but it happened.’
‘That’s different.’
‘Why?’
‘Because it is … and besides, this is about us, no one else. We’ve never done it together, so it’s new and –’ Tommy paused and threw a smile Dean’s way ‘– exciting.’
The tumble of lust that had become familiar to Dean rattled through his body again. Exciting, yes, that was the word. Really bloody exciting. He’d have to cope with his nerves. He was in love with this man and he wanted to show him physically just how much.
‘I tell you what,’ Tommy said as they entered the small town of Breedale. ‘We’ll make a pact.’
‘A pact?’
‘Yeah. We’ll tell Shelly that we’re an item.’
‘What? Really? Why?’
Tommy shrugged. ‘Come on, she’s not going to be that surprised.’
‘She might be, and besides, how is that a pact?’
‘Because …’ Tommy glanced at him. ‘You’re going to tell her, and if you do you’ve just earned yourself a naked hug.’
Dean swallowed. A naked hug. Him and Tommy, stripped bare, hugging, their cocks hard and pressed up against each other.
Fuck yeah.
‘Can you do it? Tell her?’ Tommy asked, dipping his headlights as another car approached.
‘I think so.’
‘Well, it’s up to you. If you do then you get the hug and if not, then same as usual, goodnight kiss with a shedload of frustration.’
Frustration. Yeah, he was best bloody friends with frustration at the moment.
‘And …’ Tommy said with a small chuckle.
‘Now what?’
‘There’s more to this deal.’
‘More?’ Now Dean was confused, he also wasn’t thinking straight. He wondered just where a naked hug might take them. God, did they have to go the party? Yes, of course they did. If for nothing else but fessing up to Shelly what was going on.
‘Yeah,’ Tommy said. ‘If you’re feeling brave enough to give me a kiss in front of Shelly, then later …’ He paused.
‘Later?’
‘I’ll suck your cock.’
Oh, fuck.
Dean shifted on the seat as a rush of blood and heat shot to his dick. Just hearing Tommy say those words was enough to give him a hard-on.
Tommy chuckled. ‘Or you can suck mine if you’d prefer. I’m easy.’
There was going to be nothing easy about making his erection go away by the time they reached Shelly’s. ‘Shut up,’ he muttered.
Tommy laughed, harder this time. ‘Getting to you, am I?’ He reached across and cupped Dean’s groin.
Dean moaned. Damn, the weight of Tommy’s hand over his shaft. If it felt so good through clothes, what would it be like to have his cock in Tommy’s beautiful mouth? – a mouth he’d stared at for hours over the years, watching Tommy talk and eat and drink. A mouth he’d now found that kissing was one of his favourite things in the world to do.
‘So, are you up for the dare?’ Tommy asked, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Dean’s cock.
‘That’s for me to know and you to find out,’ Dean said. He grabbed Tommy’s wrist and pulled his hand away.
‘Oh, you’re such a tease.’
‘You’re the tease. You really want me to have to sit in the car for ten minutes when we get there?’
‘I can think of a way to relieve your problem. There’s bound to be a dark alley around here we can park up in.’
Dean shook his head. ‘No, not a dark alley.’
‘Fair enough. Your first time should be somewhere more salubrious. I agree.’
‘I’m glad you think so.’
Tommy indicated, and they headed onto the street Shelly’s parents lived on. The houses were all huge mansions, each individually styled and with large gates. Most of them had garages bigger than their home, but that was OK. Dean had no doubt he’d own something like that one day, once he’d finished his business degree.
‘Here we go,’ Tommy said, pulling to a halt behind a car Dean recognised as one of their mates’. ‘You ready?’
‘Just about.’ Dean adjusted the folds in his jeans.
Tommy grinned and opened his door. It was a wicked, sinful grin that did nothing to abate Dean’s lust for him.
They walked up the five steps to the main entrance to the house, and when they reached the top the door swung open.
Shelly stood there, wearing a bright pink bandage dress. With her hair piled high, she looked every inch the little rich girl. ‘Boys, you’re here.’
‘Oh, my fucking God, you look divine,’ Tommy said, scooping her up and spinning her round. ‘I knew you’d wear that. I’ve died and gone to Heaven seeing you in it.’
Shelly giggled and batted his shoulder. ‘Well, if it was your colour I’d say you could borrow it but it’s not so …’
Tommy laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. ‘Dressing up in women’s clothing isn’t one of my kinks. I have many, but that’s not one of them.’ He set Shelly down.
She was still giggling as Dean wrapped her in a hug. ‘Happy birthday.’ He kissed her cheek.
‘Thanks.’ She gave him a squeeze. ‘Come, come and get fizz. Daddy has bought so much, and it needs drinking. It’s positively criminal not to finish up the champers.’
The sounds of the house filled Dean’s ears once they stepped inside. Thumping music and raucous conversation. An older woman dressed in black, hired staff, offered a tray full of sparkling champagne flutes.
They both took a glass.
‘Where shall I put this?’ Dean asked, holding up the bottle of wine they’d brought.
‘Oh, in the kitchen would be perfect.’ Shelly nodded at the door to her right. ‘I’ll catch up with you in a minute, got to mingle.’ She pulled a face then was lost in the crowd.
‘Hey, Tommy, Dean, how are you?’
Dean turned at the sound of Nick’s voice. ‘Hey.’
‘Fucking awesome party,’ Nick said. ‘Wish it wasn’t a leaving party, though, gonna miss her.’
‘I know, we all will.’ Tommy rested his hand on Nick’s shoulder. He and Shelly had always had a bit of a thing, but it had never turned into more.
‘It’s only for a year,’ Dean said.
‘Yeah, a year for her to get charmed by some big surfing brute who swills Foster’s by the bucketful, spends his weekends cooking giant steaks on barbies, and calls her Sheila.’
‘I’m sure that won’t happen.’ Dean tried to project sympathy, but the truth was he thought that might happen. Shelly had said she was off to Oz to have fun – and fun to her meant romance and sex.
Tommy’s shoulder brushed Dean’s. ‘We’ll see you around, Nick, just got to put this in the kitchen.’ He pointed to the wine.
‘Yeah, OK.’ Nick wandered off looking mournful.
‘Poor bastard,’ Tommy muttered.
‘Yeah, but she just wasn’t into him.’
‘I know that, you know that, but he doesn’t.’
The kitchen was deserted, though trays of drinks and party food were spread on a large marble island.
‘Over there.’ Tommy indicated a section that appeared to have been dedicated to bottles arriving.
Dean walked over and placed the wine in a huge ice bucket. ‘Look out there,’ he said, indicating the garden and putting his champagne on the counter. ‘Very fancy.’
The trees and shrubs around the lawn had been lit with strings of white lights, and the result was magical.
‘Nice.’ Tommy moved in close behind him. ‘But I like the view of this better.’ He too set down his drink then smoothed his palms over Dean’s arse.
Dean’s breath caught in his throat. ‘Behave.’
‘Hey, boys, what are you … doing?’
Shelly had stepped into the room. Dean could see her reflection in the window.
Tommy stepped away, though he stayed close.
‘Er …’ Dean turned. Words were stacking up in his brain, jumbling over each other. Like a crazy game of Jenga, he formed a sentence and then the words tumbled down.
That look. On Shelly’s face. Had she guessed?
‘Dean?’ Tommy said, his voice low and quiet and heavy with suggestion.
Dean knew exactly what Tommy was saying without words. This was a perfect opportunity. They were alone with Shelly – that wasn’t likely to happen again tonight. This was her party, she was the belle of the ball, the person everyone wanted to be with.
‘I’ve got something to tell you, Shell,’ Dean blurted. ‘I mean we have.’ He turned to Tommy. ‘Haven’t we?’
Tommy raised his eyebrows.
‘What –’ Shelly stepped closer ‘– are you on about?’
‘It’s just …’ Fuck, his heart was going like the clappers, rattling against his chest. ‘We—’
‘We –?’ she said, her brow creasing.
‘We, I mean, me, I’m …’ The word gay, though short, only one syllable, caught in his throat.
‘You’re …’ She tipped her head. Her eyes flicked to Tommy and then back to Dean.
Naked cuddle.
‘I’m gay, or bi, whatever, but, Tommy and me … we’re … a couple.’ There, he’d said it.
‘Fuck!’ She clapped her hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened.
Tommy reached for Dean’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
Dean was grateful for that. His knees had weakened and his backbone felt like dust. But he’d told Shelly, the only other person he’d been able to tell since fessing up to Tommy a month ago.
Shelly shook her head, and her arms fell to her sides.
Dean studied her. He was tuned into every snippet of body language he could glean.
A smile tugged the corners of her mouth; it turned into a big grin. ‘I have to say I’m surprised,’ she said. ‘In a good way, that is – you two are great together.’ She flicked her hand between them. ‘But Dean … I mean, you’re always … What I’m trying to say is, you’re so macho. Girls, they love you, and I thought you loved them, you’ve fucked enough over the last few years.’
‘It seems boys love him too,’ Tommy said, edging closer still.
‘But no one ever made me feel special,’ Dean said. ‘No woman ever consumed my soul, made me stop searching, so I guess …’ He looked at Tommy. ‘I guess what I was searching for was under my nose all along. I’ve stopped looking for that special someone now. I’ve found him.’
Tommy’s eyes softened.
Damn, I want that naked cuddle as soon as possible.
Dean’s chest puffed up as he inhaled. Love seemed to flow in his veins, swelling his heart, making every breath he took when in Tommy’s presence special.
He reached out and cupped Tommy’s jawline.
Tommy’s eyes widened slightly, and he swept his tongue over his bottom lip.
Dean leaned in and kissed him. A soft, gentle kiss, a meeting of mouths that held so much more than attraction, full of love and respect and commitment, and also bravery. Telling Shelly was only the first step; more courage would have to be found.
‘Ah, you boys are so cute.’ Shelly threw her arms around their shoulders and pressed a kiss to the cheek of each.
Tommy pulled back, a glint of desire in his eyes that went straight to Dean’s dick.
Oh, God, I kissed him in front of Shelly.
Blowjob.
How could he have forgotten? It was just so natural to kiss Tommy when he felt like it. But now … now a blowjob was on the cards for tonight as well as a naked cuddle.
‘I mean it,’ Shelly said. ‘You’re awesome together. Wish I wasn’t going away now so I could bask in the awesomeness of Demmy.’
‘Demmy?’ Dean frowned.
‘Yeah, Dean and Tommy, you know, together, as one. Demmy.’
Tommy laughed. ‘You’re crackers.’
‘Yeah, but you still love me.’ She smiled.
‘You know we do,’ Tommy said, tucking her hair behind her ear. ‘But if we leave early will you forgive us?’
Dean tilted his chin. ‘Leave early’. He knew damn well why Tommy had just said that.
Heck, they should go now. This very second.
‘Of course, and I’ll see you again before I go. I left my Jimmy Choos at the house. I’ll pop round when the hangover’s gone, over the next day or two.’
‘Yeah, sure, we’ll cook,’ Tommy said.
‘Perfect.’
Dean was glad Tommy had taken over the conversation because all he could think of was sex – sex with Tommy. Tommy’s gorgeous body naked, willing, ready to do all the things with him that he’d seen men do. He wanted it, he wanted it all. It was time to stop being nervous and take what he’d been dreaming of.
‘Shelly, Shelly … oh, there you are.’
They all turned to the door.
A pretty redhead was leaning around it. ‘Mason and Nina have just turned up.’
‘Oh, great.’ Shelly flashed a grin at Dean and Tommy. ‘They’ve just got engaged, must dash, so much to celebrate.’ She rubbed her hands together. ‘Including you two being an item.’
‘But …’ Dean held up his hand. ‘Can you let me be the one to tell everyone else?’
‘Of course.’ She air-drew two lines on her chest. ‘Cross my heart and hope to die. Your secret is safe with me.’
Within a few seconds they were alone once more.
Dean picked up his champagne and drank the whole lot in one go.
‘Hey, steady on,’ Tommy laughed. ‘You’ll be no good to me at all.’
‘I will. I promise.’
Tommy rested his hand on Dean’s shoulder. ‘You’ve got to lighten up, man. It’s supposed to be fun.’
‘I know, and it will be, I just …’
‘You want to get it over with?’ A frown line formed between Tommy’s eyebrows.
‘No, no, not at all. Well … in a way. I want to know that I can please you, that I can make you feel the way you want to feel.’
‘Hey, hey …’ Tommy slipped his hand down to rest on Dean’s chest, over his heart. ‘Just having you with me, honestly with me, and being true to yourself makes me feel better than I ever have in my life before.’
‘That’s sweet of you to say.’ Dean paused. ‘But I want to make you need to come so badly that you tremble all over, your balls ache, your mind is clear of everything except me and what I’m doing to you.’
Tommy’s mouth fell open.
Dean gritted his teeth, determination swamping him.
‘Fucking hell,’ Tommy said, his voice husky. ‘I could handle some of that.’
‘So it’s time to go and do it. We should go.’ He took Tommy’s hand from his chest and gripped it. ‘Let’s go home.’
‘Are you sure? We just got here and—’
Dean glared at him.
‘Er, yes, of course you’re sure.’ Tommy nodded. ‘Let’s go now.’ He hooked the keys from his pocket. ‘Good plan.’
They wound back through the darkness. The traffic was light, though a light mist hung in front of the headlamps.
Dean spotted an owl swooping alongside them. He was just about to point it out to Tommy when it disappeared so he stayed silent.
His cock was hard. He wanted to unzip his jeans and relieve the pressure, but he didn’t.
Before long, Tommy was pulling back into their parking space at the front of the house. They hadn’t even been out for an hour.
He turned the engine off. The sudden quiet was deafening. Dean’s ears rang with it.
‘A drink first.’ Tommy opened the car door. ‘You had one. I didn’t. Come on.’ He stepped out and slammed the door.
Dean unclipped his seatbelt and watched Tommy walk up the front path. He swallowed, his mouth dry.
There was no going back from this moment. But he didn’t want to. He’d made his decision. Tommy was his soulmate. It was time to get up close and personal.
He got out of the car. The lights flashed, and it beeped. Tommy had locked it.
Dean hurried up the path and through the front door, which was ajar. After shutting it and flicking the deadbolt, he paused.
Tommy was at the kitchen counter pouring vodka into a tumbler. ‘Want one?’
‘No.’
Tommy knocked it back, neat, in one go. He grimaced and pressed his lips together.
Dean shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the hook. He then toed off his new Converses and kicked them to one side. ‘You want to go upstairs?’
‘No.’ Tommy shook his head. ‘Down here is good.’
‘OK.’ Dean glanced at the large L-shaped couch. It could easily double as a bed.
Tommy removed his shirt and rested it on the kitchen counter. ‘Let’s heat things up in here.’
‘Yes.’ Dean admired the way Tommy’s top hugged his torso. He could just make out his small hard nipples through it.
Tommy smiled; it was a more relaxed smile now the vodka had gone down. He walked to the fireplace, stooped and brought the gas flame to life. It was a luxury to have on, it was like burning money. They saved it for special occasions, but heck, it didn’t get more special than losing your gay virginity, did it?
Tommy then stood, a box of matches in his hand, and set about lighting the extensive collection of Shelly’s candles that were still on the mantle. They were all different shapes, sizes and scents, and when they were all lit they gave off a lot of light.
‘Hit the switch, baby,’ Tommy said.
Dean turned off the harsh overhead light. The room was bathed in a soft creamy glow. The candle flames quivered slightly, creating a shivering light on the wall above the fire and on the ceiling.
‘Much better.’ Tommy set down the matches.
‘Yes.’ Dean nodded and then placed his phone in the docking station. He found a chilled-out mood album and hit play.
Instantly, a gentle Irish tune filled the room; it reminded him of the ebb and flow of waves, lilting and gliding gracefully from one note to the next.
He stepped up to Tommy. ‘You’ve got too much on.’
‘So have you.’
Dean smiled. It felt right. Right here, right now. This very second. It was all perfect.
He tugged Tommy’s T-shirt from the waistband of his trousers and pulled it upwards.
Tommy allowed him to remove it, stretching his arms into the air.
The heat and scent of his torso hit Dean, and he thought his cock was going to start ripping the seams of his trousers. ‘Fucking hell,’ he muttered.
Tommy smiled. ‘There’s no rush.’
‘Tell my dick that.’
Tommy chuckled and ran his hand over his flat belly and up to his right nipple. He squeezed it, capturing it between his thumb and index finger. ‘Do you want to touch me?’
‘You know I do.’
‘So touch. I’m yours.’
Dean wanted to do more than touch. His mouth was watering to taste Tommy. He leaned forward and captured his other nipple in his mouth. He sucked lightly and then pinched it between his teeth.
‘Dean …’ Tommy whispered, his breath breezing over Tommy’s hair.
Dean pushed Tommy’s other hand out of the way and took over fondling that nipple. He’d always taken charge in the bedroom. Was that how this was going to play out, too? Would Tommy let him be in control even though it was his first time with a man?
‘Ah, yeah, come on, let’s get naked.’ Tommy began to undo his trousers even with Dean latched onto his chest.
Dean did the same, fumbling with his button on his jeans as he nibbled and sucked on Tommy. Now he’d started he couldn’t get enough. Tommy tasted delicious, every one of his favourite flavours mixed into one intoxicating essence. Would he ever get enough?
‘Hey, man.’ Tommy captured Dean’s cheeks and pulled him straight.
Dean was breathing fast. His muscled ached to hold Tommy, his bones hurt with a longing that went right to their very core.
‘Slow down. We’ve waited this long, let’s savour it.’
‘Yes.’ Dean nodded, even though he didn’t feel like slowing down one bit. Had Tommy been a willing woman he’d brought back from a night out, he’d have yanked up her skirt and sunk deep by now. She’d be screaming his name. Hell, the neighbours would all know his name.
Tommy looked steadily at him. ‘I want you as much as you want me, probably more. And right now, it’s time for you to get payment for our deal.’
‘Oh, yeah, the pact?’
‘Naked cuddles, but I think we may go beyond that, don’t you?’
‘Too damn right.’
‘You earned a blowjob, too.’ Tommy grinned.
It was the most wicked, sin-infused grin Dean had ever seen. It made his balls contract and a glut of lust jettison into his veins.
‘And for that we need these off,’ Tommy said, finishing undoing Dean’s trousers and pushing them down his hips.
His boxers were dragged down too, and his cock sprang out from his thick patch of dark pubic hair.
Tommy stared at it. He stared at it like he’d never seen another cock before.
Dean shifted, a new wave of nerves went through him. ‘What?’
‘Your dick is beautiful.’
Dean laughed. ‘No, it isn’t, it’s just a fucking cock.’
‘Yeah, but it’s your cock. It’s the cock I’ve been dreaming of holding, sucking, having up my arse.’ Tommy wrapped his fingers around the shaft and squeezed.
‘Ah, Jesus.’ Dean locked his knees to stop himself from toppling over. ‘Careful, it’s a time bomb.’
Tommy didn’t seem to hear and pumped from root to tip.
Dean gripped his shoulder for support. Having Tommy’s hot palm around his dick was even more amazing than he’d imagined. ‘Oh, God, I don’t want to come yet.’
‘You won’t.’ Dean leaned close and set a hot, open-mouthed kiss over his lips. After a few moments he pulled back. ‘I won’t let you come yet, I have other plans for this sexy dick.’ He released Dean and stepped away. He finished undoing his own trousers then shoved them down. He was commando and his cock freed instantly.
Dean couldn’t help staring at Tommy’s erection. It was longer than his but thinner and paler. His light pubic hair was trimmed neatly into a triangle.
Dean brushed his fingers through his own riotous tangle. Should he have neatened up? Is that what gay men did? It had never even occurred to him.
Tommy finished removing his clothes, pulling the ends of his jeans off by stepping on them and bending his knees up. He then quickly lost his socks.
‘So, naked cuddles coming up.’ He held out his hands and grinned. His cock bobbed.
‘Yes.’ Dean stripped free of the last of his clothes.
They pressed together, a complete joining of skin on skin.
Tommy snuggled into Dean’s neck, kissing and licking and making approving noises.
Dean smoothed his palms down Tommy’s back. His skin was so soft, his muscles sinewy and elongated on either side of his spine. He reached his arse cheeks and explored their shape, loving finally being able to touch the buttocks he’d spent so many hours stealing looks at.
Dean shifted, and their cocks touched, coming into alignment.
‘Oh, yeah, more …’ Dean said, the instruction spilling from his mouth. The feel of another cock pressed to his was out of this world. Rigidity covered in velvet smoothness. It wasn’t what he’d imagined but he’d take more of it.
Tommy trembled slightly in his arms.
Dean held him closer and kissed his temple. He’d been worried that he’d feel out of control at this moment, but he didn’t. He felt completely at one with the gorgeous, complex, loving man in his arms.
Tommy suddenly stepped away. His cheeks were flushed. He was breathing fast. ‘Sit. On there.’ He nodded at the sofa.
Dean did as instructed. The soft material was cool on his arse and back. He spread his legs, his balls aching and his cock tapping against his belly.
Tommy dropped to his knees between Dean’s legs. He rested his hands on Dean’s thighs.
Dean blew out a long, low breath. He knew what was coming. What was about to happen. He’d always enjoyed blowjobs; finding girlfriends who also enjoyed them was hit and miss, but a woman who was happy to take him into her mouth had always hung around longer than those who didn’t.
But this. A man sucking him off. It was crazy new, in a good way.
‘This is going to be as fun for you as it is for me, baby,’ Tommy said, running his hands up the inside of Dean’s thighs.
Dean tensed his abdomen and clenched his fists. ‘Yeah …’ Thinking straight was getting harder by the second. All he wanted was to feel Tommy’s lips around his shaft, the heat of his mouth engulfing him.
Fuck, I won’t be able to hold off.
‘Just relax and enjoy. We’ve got all night, and you deserve this. You were monumentally brave earlier, telling Shelly.’
‘Shelly, yes.’ Dean pressed his right hand to the back of Tommy’s head. ‘Stop talking, then, if I deserve it, and suck my cock.’
A glint of excitement crossed Tommy’s eyes and then he shut them and leaned forward. He took Dean’s cock in his hand and swiped his tongue over the glans as though he were licking a lollipop.
‘Mmm …’ Dean let his jaw hang slack. He’d never forget the sight or sensation of Tommy’s mouth on him this first time. ‘Oh, yeah …’ He upped the pressure on Tommy’s head. He was being greedy, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it. Now that they’d started, he wanted it all.
Tommy opened wide and took him deep. Oh, so amazingly fucking deep.
Dean groaned and tensed his buttocks, rising up a little to meet Tommy.
On and on Tommy went, taking Dean further and further, right to the back of his throat and beyond.
‘Oh, God, that’s it … fuck …’ Dean managed. Christ, he’d lucked out. Tommy was fucking awesome at giving head. He could stay like this for ever and die a happy man.
Tommy pulled up, not seeming to mind that he had to press his crown against Dean’s insistent hand to do so.
‘Ah, yeah, I’ll tell the whole fucking world I’m gay if this is my reward,’ Dean muttered, bracing for another ride to the base of Tommy’s throat.
Tommy delivered, taking him deep and deeper still. He sent his free hand down to play with Dean’s balls, rolling and massaging them.
Dean groaned and let his head fall back on the sofa. He was gone, lost to it. He allowed the hot, heated suction of Tommy’s expert mouth to transport him to another dimension where only pleasure existed. He had to concentrate on not letting his climax take over but it was simmering, getting ready to go. If he let up that concentration only for a second he’d be a goner, and Tommy would think he had no stamina.
The heat left his cock, and he opened his eyes.
‘Are you going to come? You can, whenever you want.’ Tommy licked his lips. ‘And come in my throat. I want to taste you.’
‘Tommy …’ Dean said, panting. He smoothed his hand over his boyfriend’s hair. Yes, he’s my boyfriend. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Hell, yeah, it’s what I’ve been waiting for. And there’s no brownie points for stamina here, come when you want to.’
‘Oh, God, that was the wrong thing to say.’ Dean trembled; his skin was both hot and cold.
‘Or the right thing to say.’ Tommy grinned triumphantly and then opened his mouth again.
Dean watched as Tommy’s lips stretched around his cock and his cheeks bulged.
Dean’s balls contracted. He held his breath.
Tommy ran his finger over the tight pucker of his arsehole.
‘Oh, fuck … it’s here.’ Dean curled forward.
Come blasted up his shaft and flooded Tommy’s mouth. It was agony spun with relief. On and on it came. Tommy took it all, swallowing, the roof of his throat hugging the tip of Dean’s cock.
Dean groaned and moaned and cried out, not caring how much he showed his immense pleasure of the moment. He squirmed, fisted Tommy’s hair, banged his heels on the floor and curled his toes.
So good.
Eventually he stilled, his cock hard and throbbing in Tommy’s mouth.
Tommy released him and gently rested his softening cock over his pubes. He kissed his way up Dean’s abdomen, spent some time flicking his tongue over his nipples, and then spoke onto his lips. ‘Are you OK?’
‘Never fucking better. You give great head, you know that?’
‘Well, I do consider it a speciality of mine.’
Dean chuckled; it turned into a deep belly laugh.
Tommy laughed with him, their chests touching. ‘What’s so funny?’
‘You, having a speciality. It’s not Mastermind, you know.’
Tommy smiled and kissed him through stretched lips.
Dean tasted his own come on Tommy’s tongue. It turned him on to know Tommy had taken his pleasure like that. Had done it gladly, willingly, so it seemed. He felt his cock thicken again.
He should have known once would never be enough. Not when he’d craved being with this man for so long. ‘So now what?’ he asked.
‘Nothing. Bed. Sleep. I’ve paid up my side of the deal.’ Tommy shrugged.
‘Don’t be ridiculous. We’ve just got started.’ The thought of it ending now was almost painful to Dean. He’d hardly even begun exploring all he wanted to do to Tommy’s delectable body.
Tommy waggled his eyebrows and set his knees either side of Dean’s hips, straddling him so their cocks were once again in alignment.
‘Well,’ Dean said, running his hands up Tommy’s chest to his neck and then back down again and checking out the faint lines of his six-pack. ‘I thought maybe you were in need of some relief too.’
‘You noticed, huh?’ Tommy glanced at his straining erection.
‘Hard not to.’
‘Hard is the word.’ Tommy took hold of his cock and rubbed it base to glans, adding a little twist as he reached the top. ‘Oh, yes … some relief would be good.’
Fuck. Seeing Tommy masturbate like that … it had Dean’s balls tingling again.
‘Want me to suck you?’ Dean asked. He hadn’t intended on offering that, but clearly his body liked the sound of it. A fresh glut of blood bloated his cock just at the thought, and it twitched from his pubic hair.
‘No.’ Tommy shook his head. ‘Though for the record I’m not in the habit of turning down a blowjob. You know, for future reference.’
‘Duly noted.’
Damn, the way he was working his cock, it was so elegant, so graceful. His slit was widening, his tip becoming a deeper shade of raspberry.
‘So what do you want?’ Dean asked. For the first time he felt like he was floundering. Again, had it been a woman he’d have buried balls deep and taken her to Heaven without having to think it through, but this …
‘You’re hard again.’ Tommy looked downwards, studying Dean’s cock.
‘Yeah, you’re too fucking sexy, I guess.’
‘So let me sit on you.’
‘What?’
‘Hold your cock upright.’ Tommy lifted so his arse was no longer on Dean’s thighs.
Dean stared at his slender torso, the sparse hair on his legs, and his balls hanging down.
‘Your cock. I need it in me,’ Tommy said. ‘Let’s just do this, please, fuck …’ He screwed up his eyes and gritted his teeth.
‘Yes, yes …’ Renewed determination washed through Dean. He gripped his cock and worked it to full thickness. Before long it was aching with the need for release again, and the thought of … in Tommy.
‘Yeah, that’s it.’ Tommy tore his attention from Dean’s dick and leaned over the back of the sofa to a table pressed against it. On the top sat a basket of odds and ends. He dug around for a moment before producing lube. ‘Here, put some on your knob.’
Dean took it, basted his fingers in the cool, clear liquid, and then rubbed it on his cock.
Tommy took the tube, covered his fingertips, and then reached around himself.
‘Want me to do that?’ Dean asked, not quite sure what he was offering to do or how he’d do it.
‘Nah, I can prep myself quicker.’
He worked for a second, his face a picture of concentration and his cock bouncing between them.
Dean took long, slow breaths. This was it, they were going to fuck. He’d thought Tommy would take his arse the first time, but it seemed that wasn’t the way it was going.
‘There, that’s it.’ Tommy was breathless. ‘Now it’s time to fuck.’ He set his hands either side of Dean’s head, gripping the sofa and hovering his arse over Dean’s cock. ‘Are you ready?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Never been surer.’ Dean smiled.
‘Thank God you said that because I have no idea how I’d have walked away.’
‘You’re not going anywhere.’ Dean held his cock upright with one hand and with the other circled Tommy’s waist. ‘You’re staying here with me. You’re all mine.’
‘Say it again.’ Tommy sat lower, so his anus kissed the tip of Dean’s cock.
‘You’re mine, you’re all mine, Tommy White.’
‘Oh, yeah. I’m yours. Take me.’ He eased down, the centre of his pucker finding purchase. ‘Take me, Dean.’
‘I am. I will.’ Dean gritted his teeth. Fuck, Tommy was so small, so tight. It was an impossible fit.
‘It’s OK,’ Tommy said, as if sensing Dean’s apprehension. ‘It will fit. You might be big, but I can handle you.’
‘Oh, yeah?’ Dean pressed a kiss over his lips and pulled Tommy down onto him. He felt Tommy opening up, his tight ring stretching.
Tommy groaned, low and guttural. He stopped moving his lips in time with Dean’s as though all his concentration was on his arsehole.
Dean urged him to sit deeper. The constricting ring hugging his cock was better than any pussy. It was so snug, so hot, so fucking amazing.
He paused for a moment, in danger of becoming overwhelmed both physically and emotionally.
‘You feel incredible,’ Tommy murmured, ‘keep going.’
‘You sit. I don’t want to hurt you.’
Tommy obeyed, sitting until his buttocks once again rested on Dean’s thighs, though this time Dean’s dick was lodged deep within him.
Dean gripped Tommy’s face, held him steady. ‘Look at me.’
Tommy opened his eyes. They were slightly misted.
‘Does it feel good for you?’
‘The best.’ He was breathing fast, his words thready. ‘And you?’
‘I feel like I’m part of you, like we’re one person.’
‘We are. Now move, fuck me, oh, God, fuck me.’ He shifted, grinding against Dean in a way that made Dean want to come instantly.
‘Jesus,’ Dean cried out, gripping Tommy’s face harder. ‘Jesus, I can’t last long.’
‘I told you … you don’t have to.’
They began to move, a crazy gyrating dance that emerged from their hips. Dean moaned. Tommy moaned louder. They stared into each other’s eyes.
Dean was sure he was seeing Tommy’s soul. The very core of him.
Heat grew between them. Sex sweat slicked over Dean’s body; his cock was getting ready to erupt.
‘Come, come, I’m coming …’ Tommy gasped. A look of extreme concentration washed over his face. ‘I can’t hold … it.’
‘Come. Yes …’ Dean thrust harder into him and was rewarded with a rope of come landing on his abdomen. Another followed, and then another. Hot and vital. Dean adored the product of his lover’s pleasure.
He allowed his own release to burst free and came deep in Tommy. He shook and shuddered, claimed the man he wanted to be with for all time. It felt as though his balls were being sucked into Tommy as well. As though all of him was being dragged into an abyss where only ecstasy existed.
‘Dean, oh, Dean … yeah …’ Tommy caught his mouth in a wild kiss.
Dean let his hips come to rest but stayed buried root deep as they kissed on and on, their tongues tangling. They’d really done it. After all the fantasies, the confessions, the dreams and the talking about it. They’d really gone and fucked, still were.
‘How was it?’ Tommy asked, brushing his hands over Dean’s hair to remove it from his damp forehead.
‘Do you even need to ask?’
‘Yes. Of course.’ Tommy frowned.
‘It was perfect. Fucking you is perfect.’
Tommy smiled. ‘Well, you did come twice.’
‘Yeah, that’s pretty impressive, don’t you think?’
‘I do.’ Tommy tipped his head. ‘Reckon you’ve got a third in there?’
‘Are you kidding? I’ve got a lifetime supply in here for you.’ Dean paused. ‘Might need a cup of tea first, though.’
Tommy laughed. His movement caused his arsehole to clench around Dean’s root.
Dean groaned through a grin. ‘Come on.’ He slapped Tommy’s arse, just a playful tap. ‘Put the kettle on.’
‘Hey, I’m not your fuck-slave, you know.’
‘Mmm, now there’s an idea.’
Tommy eased himself off Dean.
Dean felt light and slightly bereft without Tommy on top of him, without being inside him.
‘Go and have a shower.’ Tommy nodded at the stairs. ‘I’ll make tea and meet you upstairs.’ He picked up the abandoned lube. ‘We’ve still got something to see to.’
‘Oh.’ Dean frowned.
‘Yeah. Next it’s your turn, and I want you bent over the end of the dressing table in Shelly’s room.’ He twirled the lube in his fingers. ‘I want to see your face in the mirror when I put my cock in you for the first time.’
A thrill went through Dean; it seemed to start in his belly and radiate to every cell in his body.
The night was young. And they really had just got going. He hoped he could keep up. This energy, this need to keep fucking was new. It was hot, it was horny and it was so delightfully gay. Thank goodness he’d picked this path with Tommy. He got the feeling the future was going to be a whole lot of fun, with a hefty sprinkle of kink and a pile of orgasms.