Scott turned to face him as the steam swirled up behind. He smiled. “Should fill up quite quickly. Oh…”
Scott bent to pick up a pair of crumbled socks on the floor – the only mess in the entire bathroom.
“Sorry about that – Paul always gets mad when I leave my dirty laundry lying around.” Scott glanced at the socks in his hand. “But at least they’re Ralph Lauren, so it’s a stylish mess.”
Edward smiled thinly. He had no idea what he was doing here. Were Paul and Scott grooming him for a threesome later? Probably not. But if they were, he’d probably go along with it. This apartment was much nicer than the shithole he called home. Had he really woken up there this morning? On a dirty mattress next to his drug dealer housemate? At least that was one upside of scoring a nervous client – they tended to get clingy and pay him to stay the entire night on a decent bed.
Scott shoved the dirty socks in the laundry hamper. “Well, anyway, I’ll leave you to your bath. Enjoy. There’s a bathrobe for you here, and help yourself to bubble bath or anything you wanna use. There’s a bag of disposable razors in the cabinet if you wanted to shave. But be careful of your cuts and bruises. Maybe leave shaving until the morning? Just help yourself to anything. Okay?”
Edward couldn’t stand Scott’s niceties any longer. His confusion burst out as anger. “Why the fuck are you being so nice to me? What is it you want!”
Scott’s face shone with tenderness. “Well, actually – if you want the truth – you remind me of myself when I was nineteen. I could’ve so easily become a ‘boy of negotiable affections’. I come from a working class background, and I got bullied at school. I thought I was worthless. Paul’s kindness saved me back then. I owe him a lot.”
“Oh and now you’re gonna save me, are you? So you can justify your big house and lavish existence?”
Scott gazed at him. “No, Edward. I can’t save you. But soon you’ll meet the man who can. And he’s gonna love you unconditionally.”
“Huh, unlikely. Who’d love a ‘boy of negotiable affections’?”
“He’s closer than you think.”
“Oh really?”
Scott stepped over and wiped the steam off the mirror with his arm. “Paul’ll kill me for smearing this!”
Scott chuckled affectionately. Edward couldn’t imagine Paul being cross with Scott for anything. They both seemed lovely.
Scott smiled. “Just gaze into his eyes and you’ll see how much he cares about you.”
Edward frowned. He glanced in the mirror. “Who? What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see.” Scott headed for the door. “Don’t lock this, okay. And when you’re done, make yourself at home. The spare room’s across the hall on the left. I’ve put some of my more sensible clothes in there for you – you’re more my size than Paul’s.”
Edward nodded thinly, feeling ashamed of his previous outburst. But his mind was jumbled up. People were never this kind for no reason. “Thanks. Seriously, I appreciate all you’re doing.”
“You’re very welcome, Edward. You can watch TV or get something to eat, okay. Just whatever you like. But me and Paul are going to bed – it’s my birthday. So please do not disturb!”
Scott winked playfully. Then he disappeared through door, leaving Edward standing in the steamy room. He propelled himself towards the bath and leaned over to turn off the taps, then he carefully got undressed, trying not to let his dirty T-shirt come into contact with his cut lip or bruised eye. It was actually quite nice to be here alone. He had a lot to think about.
Chapter Six
Paul stripped off his clothes, and folded them neatly on the stool by the dressing table. With his cock already semi-hard, he climbed into bed and leaned against the headboard, waiting for the birthday boy to come back from running Edward’s bath. He still wasn’t entirely sure whether he liked what Scott had done to this room, but he knew it made Scott happy. It was funky and arty, with turquoise walls, rosewood floorboards, and a bright pink satin bedspread covering the gold-framed king-sized bed. It was a bit like sleeping in a migraine. The lip-shaped sofa opposite the bed, plus the giant stiletto chair, were a little too much for Paul. But he was willing to let them stay because Scott loved them and he loved Scott.
With the lights dimmed it was quite cozy in here, and more importantly, the mattress was soft – perfect for sleeping on, and whatever else took their fancy. Paul gazed at the massive photo he’d taken of Scott a few weeks ago that hung by the window. Scott was wearing leather shorts, and he was striking a pose that emphasised his sexy body. The lighting and angle made the photo look artistic, as well as highly erotic. Scott hadn’t been too keen on Paul blowing it up so big, but it turned Paul on every time he looked at it, reminding him of how deliciously hot his husband was.
And he was also kind and generous – always taking care of people. Paul was so proud of how quickly he’d warmed to Edward and welcomed him into their home. Worry sputtered through him and he chewed his thumbnail. Would Edward be tempted to steal all their stuff in the middle of the night, leaving them with nothing but embarrassment? It would be like Alan Turing all over again. Was he stupid for bringing Edward back here? Was he being too trusting? But the young man reminded Paul so much of Scott when he’d been younger. There’d been a time in their early-twenties when Scott had started to go off the rails – when the pent-up frustration from his childhood bullying had snapped and erupted into self-harm and drug abuse. Thankfully, Paul had managed to coax his beloved back to sanity, and maybe they could do the same for Edward. Surely everyone deserved a second chance?
Paul glanced at the nightstand and connected his gaze with the little jewellery box he’d brought back from Soho. Hopefully Scott would come back soon so he could give it to him.
And the ring, too.
The door was pushed open and Scott padded in, looking delightful, still dressed in his pinstripe vest and hotpants. He crawled onto the bed and kissed Paul on the lips. “You’re naked and waiting to be fucked! Great! Let’s go!”
Paul chuckled. “Is Edward okay?”
“Yeah, I left him to have a bath and told him to make himself at home.”
“I hope we can trust him.”
“Well, your wallet’s in here, isn’t it? And my credit cards are on the vanity table. I don’t think there’s anything lying around that’s worth stealing.”
“No, just the TV, DVD player, surround-sound system… what else?”
“Do you wanna ask him to leave after his bath?”
“Nah. I’d like to give him a bed for the night. But then what? He can’t just stay here forever.”
“Why don’t we worry about that tomorrow? I think you owe me a birthday present!” Scott glanced down at Paul’s lap which was currently covered by the bedspread. “Shall I tell you what I want? Or would you like to guess?”
Paul kissed him. “If you can contain your lust for a moment, there’s an entirely different kind of ring I’d like to give you!”
Paul reached over and grabbed the jewellery box.
Scott opened it and gasped. “Oh, Paul, it’s the gorgeous ring I wanted from that antique shop! Thank you!”
He leaned over and kissed Paul on the lips. Then he slid the ring onto his finger, over his wedding band. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Come ‘ere.”
They kissed affectionately.
Scott reached down and tugged at the bedspread. “I decided what I wanted.”
Paul grinned. “Would it be birthday buggery by any chance?”
Scott burst into laughter. “Same as every year. Is that okay?”
“Absolutely.”
Scott shuffled off the bed. “I’d better get undressed then, hadn’t I?”
He grabbed his ipod and put on some sexy Indian music, then he picked up a tube of lube from the vanity table and threw it for Paul to catch. Paul fondled the lid as he watched Scott undo the top button of his vest. His gazed was glued to his gorgeous hubb
y as he sassily undid his other buttons, then stripped off his vest with a flourish. Paul glanced down to the bulge in the front of Scott’s hotpants. The birthday boy was obviously finding this as arousing as he was.
Scott threw Paul a devilish wink, then he delved his hand down the front of his hotpants and fondled himself, making a show of it to turn Paul on. It worked well. Paul pulled the bedspread off his lap, so his beloved could see how aroused he was becoming from this slutty striptease.
Scott turned around, then slowly drew his hotpants down so they were halfway across his butt, showing off the gorgeous curve of his ass-cheeks. Paul suppressed an overwhelming desire to go and ease his cock into that tantalising gap – he was desperate to rub himself into Scott’s taut toned ass. But he resisted. Scott’s hips swayed from side-to-side in time to the music. He stuck out his butt and arched his back, posing for Paul, then he pulled down his hotpants and kicked them across the carpet.
He turned back to face Paul and revealed his amazingly fit body – and his huge erection. The two of them held sizzling eye contact for a few irresistible seconds, then Scott smirked and bent to pick up his hotpants, so he could put them neatly on the stool.
Paul laughed. He tried not to be too much of a tyrant when it came to the laundry – he just like things to be neat and tidy.
Scott grinned, then strode over to crawl back onto the bed. “My cock needs to fuck you, muffin.”
Paul’s body shuddered with excitement at the thought. Receiving anal from Scott was the best feeling in the world. Paul was always happy to give it, too. They both loved it, either way. But the delightful act of being filled up by Scott’s thrusting cock – while jerking himself off – there really was nothing better.
Scott straddled himself over Paul’s lap and kissed him hard. The kiss quickly grew passionate and Paul relished the sensation of sliding his tongue over Scott’s piercing. He tasted so good – metallic and clean. Paul closed his eyes as Scott’s hand moved down towards Paul’s erection, which he gripped with his fingers and started to slowly wank. Paul was happy to let Scott take control tonight – it was his birthday and Paul was his. He reached out to grab the lube, then he squeezed some into his palm and started to jerk off Scott, rubbing it in and making sure his monster erection was well oiled.
Scott gasped and lowered his head to nibble Paul’s neck, then he came up for air.
“Missionary position okay for you, babes?” he gasped.
Paul laughed. “Whatever you want, cupcake.”
“Perfect. Lie down and brace yourself.”
Scott grinned and kissed him. Then he moved away so that Paul could position himself on his back, propping himself up with plenty of pillows. Scott stood at the end of the bed, watching; fondling himself. Paul loved this position, because it meant they could look into each other’s eyes – and he could see Scott’s face as he came deep inside him.
Paul got himself comfy on his back, then he spread his knees and pointed them to the ceiling, like a woman in labour. He actually felt very childlike like this. There was an innocence – a sweetness – about this pose.
“Ready for you, big boy,” Paul said, laughing.
Scott laughed, too. Then he climbed onto the bed and knelt between Paul’s knees. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some into his palm, then he rubbed his hands together.
“I love you, Paul,” Scott said.
“I love, too.”
Maintaining tender eye contact, Scott rested one hand on Paul’s knee and reached his fingers down to ease open Paul’s butt cheeks, so he could rub the lube into his rim. Paul flinched as the initial cold sensation struck him like a medical procedure. But as Scott rubbed his fingers over and into his anus, he relaxed and allowed the delicious feelings to arise.
Paul smiled into Scott’s eyes as he slipped his index finger inside him. He gasped. Funny how this was Scott’s treat, but he seemed to be doing all the work for not much of the reward at the moment. Scott eased in another finger, which caused lust to ripple through Paul and he could no longer resist taking himself in hand. He slowly massaged his hand up and down his shaft, relishing the exquisite feel of Scott’s fingers moving back and forth inside him.
Paul watched as Scott retrieved his fingers, then he dropped forward to plant his hands either side of Paul’s head. He stretched his face down and kissed Paul on the lips, then lowered himself, as if he was doing the downward part of a press-up. Paul turned his head and watched his husband’s muscles bulge. Fuck, he was sexy.
Scott rested all his weight on one arm and kissed Paul, sucking his earlobe and nibbling his neck, then, still kissing him, he reached down and grabbed his own cock, guiding it towards Paul’s butt cheeks. Paul gasped as he felt the tip of Scott’s cock ease inside him.
Scott raised his head. “Okay?”
“Yeah… carry on. Gently.”
Scott grinned. He kissed Paul tenderly on the lips, then moved his hips towards Paul, easing his cock further inside. Once Scott was halfway in, he leaned his weight on both arms, covering Paul securely. Paul turned his head to kiss Scott’s sculpted bicep. Then he groaned involuntarily as Scott gently thrust his hips, plunging his cock deeper inside.
Paul bit his lip and sunk his head back into the pillows. This discomfort was always painful, but it was worth it for the intense ecstasy that was coming.
Scott lowered his head and whispered in Paul’s ear. “I love how tight you are. You’re so fucking horny.”
Scott’s dirty talk ratcheted up Paul’s lust. His body trembled. Scott pressed his knees on the bed and scooped his hips under, entering Paul completely. Paul grabbed his own cock, and began masturbating quickly to soothe that final stab of pain. Then, using his elbows for leverage, Scott started to rock his body back and forth over Paul, grinding his pelvis into him, fucking him deeply up the ass.
Paul loved the feel of Scott’s balls banging against his own as they ground their hips together in a steady rhythm. Scott’s head was still close to Paul’s ear, and the sound of him grunting as he thrust turned Paul on. It was so fucking animal; like their souls had been stripped back to bare pleasure.
Paul squeezed his cock, realising he was going to come very soon. He reached his free hand around towards Scott’s butt and slapped it as it pounded up and down. Scott gasped and groaned in his ear. Paul moaned. He stretched his hand further around Scott’s toned butt cheek and eased a finger into his rim. The rhythm of their bodies moving in perfect sync allowed Paul’s wanking wrist and probing finger to move without much effort, meaning all he had to do – as the overwhelming lust struck him – was to hang on and enjoy the explosion of erotic pleasure.
As the orgasm caught, Paul’s mind surged into another dimension, dragging his body along for the ride. The immense joy balled tightly in his abdomen then burst out into the world, shooting sticky pleasure all over Scott’s perfect stomach. Paul’s mind soared like a spitfire, roaring its way to a far-away elongated climax. Scott’s body tensed suddenly, then he groaned loudly as he filled Paul’s ass up with own sticky love.
“I love you!” Paul shouted, feeling their souls merge. They possessed each other. They belonged to each other. It was as if their very DNA was touching.
“Fuck!” Scott gasped, suddenly thrusting further and tensing more.
Paul relaxed his grip on his cock and subtly retracted his finger from Scott’s rim. Then his arms fell around his beautiful husband’s back as Scott’s thrusting slowed, then stopped. Scott kissed him on the side of the face, and Paul’s mind washed with contented love – and a secure respectful feeling for his man and their marriage.
Scott propped himself up on his elbows and gazed into Paul’s eyes. Then he kissed him tenderly. His face was rosy with a blissful glow – reflecting exactly how amazing Paul felt. He grinned, not only from his own pleasure, but also because it was an honour to give Scott such a thrill, too.
“Happy birthday, my wonderful cupcake,” Paul said.
Scott’s lovely face
creased into giggles. “Thank you! That was the best birthday ever. Next year, you should just wrap yourself up in a big bow, and I’ll be satisfied.”
“Good,” Paul said. “Your satisfaction is my aim.”
Scott kissed him again and gently withdrew, then he snuggled down into Paul’s arms.
Paul kissed him on the head. “So, how was the young Indian guy? You seemed reluctant to discuss him when I called at lunchtime.”
“Well, he was standing right next to me! But he’s lovely, Paul. Gay and incredibly attractive!”
Envy flashed through Paul’s chest. He tried to take this news on the chin. “Oh really?”
Scott chuckled. “Don’t worry – he’s far too young for me and I only have eyes for you, my love.”
Paul squeezed him in his arms. “I can’t stop you from looking, can I? And I do appreciate how faithful you are to me. Even though I know sometimes you’re tempted.”
“Paul, I love you. You say you want me exclusively and I respect that. I’d never do anything to jeopardize our relationship. I took our wedding vows very seriously.”
“Me too.”
“But you wait ‘til you see him! He looks like a young Elvis. But with darker skin, obviously.”
“Sounds delightful – I bet you can’t wait to get to work tomorrow!”
“Nah – I’d much rather be here with you.”
Paul squeezed Scott in his arms. He loved this man so much – every day with Scott was as exciting as the first day of a new relationship, with the added bonus of a deep and stable love. He ran his fingers through Scott’s hair, and they stayed like that – in each other’s arms – chatting and hoping that Edward wasn’t currently emptying their home of all their possessions.
Chapter Seven
Scott woke up a few hours later with a full bladder. He pulled on a pair of boxers – remembering that they had a visitor here tonight – then he made his way across the hallway to the bathroom. Edward had left it as neatly as he’d found it. Paul would be impressed.
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