Lustful Gaze (London Loves #6)

by Julie Farrell

  Edward draped his arm around Harry’s shoulders and squeezed him tight. “It’s whatever gets us through our lives, right?”

  ****

  They sat on the dry grass by the bathing ponds – so close to each other that their shoulders touched. Edward had been here a few times with clients who wanted to be seen with a twink such as him. The scenery was lush, and the men’s bathing pond was of lake-like proportions. The blue sky and green trees surrounding the water made it look like the sort of place you’d go with your family for a tranquil stroll, but actually, this was a major gay cruising ground. Men came here to top-up their tans, parade in their swimwear, and hook-up for sex. The surrounding woodlands were the perfect place for some al-fresco fucking, and Edward had participated in oral, anal, and group sex – all at the expense of his lustful clients. In fact – he realised now – he’d never been here unpaid before; it was quite liberating.

  There weren’t many other guys around at the moment, but at the weekends and on balmy summer’s evenings, this place sizzled with sexual tension and homoerotic action. Edward loved the tranquility here – it was like an oasis of calm in the centre of the bustling city; a place to sit and enjoy the magic of nature all around. Today, though, the magic sparkled between Harry and Edward, like the glistening sunshine off the water in front of them. It was a perfect day. The sky looked full of potential, and the white fluffy clouds swept across it, hypnotically.

  Out of the corner of his eye, Edward sensed that Harry was staring at him, which made him feel uncomfortable. He eased his pouch of tobacco from the pocket of his jeans and started to roll a joint.

  Harry leaned back on his hands. “I’ve never been here before. It’s stunning.”

  “You never been to Hampstead Heath before?”

  “Nope.”

  “Where do you live?”

  “Maida Vale.”

  “You live in Maida Vale and you’ve never been to Hampstead Heath before!”

  “No!” Harry chuckled. “You make me laugh, Edward. I like your energy.”

  Edward lost himself in Harry’s beautiful eyes. “Thanks.”

  Harry reached out and ran a finger over Edward’s cheek, sending tingles into his bones. “Is this scar from when the guys beat you up the other day?”

  Edward licked the cigarette paper to stick the joint together. “Nah, it’s from a different time.”

  “It happened a lot – you got beat up a lot?”

  “Jesus, Harry. I worked on the streets. Being mugged and beaten up was normal. Those fucking junkies were always stealing my earnings. Thank god I never got raped. A friend of mine – god, these guys followed him down an alleyway once and… sorry, I’m sure you don’t wanna hear this.”

  Edward threw his attention back to his joint. The truth was, he didn’t want to talk about it.

  Harry stared at him. “How many guys have you slept with, Edward?”

  “God, I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know?”

  “No. If you mean ‘anal’ then two. Maybe three. If you’re asking how many cocks I’ve sucked, I honestly lost count months ago. It’s not like I was scoring notches on my bedpost. I didn’t even have a bedpost. I had an old fucking mattress on the concrete floor.”

  “Okay. Sorry to ask.”

  Harry reached across and held Edward’s hand, then kissed him on the side of the cheek.

  Edward smiled into his eyes. “Thank you. I needed that.”

  “Sure – I needed it, too… Do you… er… smoke pot all the time?”

  “Nah, only when I’m nervous.”

  “You’re nervous now?”

  “Terrified.”

  Edward flicked his thumb over the flint of his Zippo and lit the end of his joint. He inhaled the warm soothing smoke, causing his tense muscles to relax in the sunshine.

  “Want some?” he asked.

  Harry smirked and shook his head. “No.”

  “You don’t have to smoke it, look. Open your mouth.”

  Harry’s jaw dropped down, making him look incredibly hot. His sunglasses obscured his eyes, and he had an air of mysterious sexuality about him. Edward tried to stop his hands from shaking as he took a drag on the joint, then he leaned forward and seductively blew the smoke into Harry’s waiting mouth. Edward hoped he looked sexy as he pouted and dropped his head back to aim the smoke directly between Harry’s lips. It felt unbelievably intimate.

  Harry closed his mouth, paused for a second, then coughed as the smoke spewed out of his nostrils. He laughed, allowing the drug to relax him.

  “Like it?” Edward asked.

  Harry shrugged. “It’s okay. A bit like waking up from a snooze.”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  Edward turned his face up to the sky and allowed the sun to warm his skin. They were sitting in the direct sunshine and it felt perfect to be here with Harry, relishing this time together – just them and nothing else in the entire universe. He glanced at Harry and saw that he was also soaking up the sun like a lizard recharging its batteries.

  Edward reached out and ran his fingers over Harry’s forehead – any excuse to touch him. “You’re sweating.”

  “Yeah, it’s too much hot.”

  He gestured towards the bathing pond. “Wanna take a dip?”

  Harry laughed. “No!”

  Edward shot to his feet and unbuttoned his shirt. “Come on. Let’s go in!”

  “You’re crazy, Edward.”

  Edward offered his hands to help Harry stand up. Harry hesitated, then took them, so Edward heaved him to his feet. They laughed nervously together. Edward let go of Harry’s hands and reached out to undo his shirt buttons for him, trying not to seem too frantic about getting him undressed. Harry didn’t try to stop him, so he stripped Harry’s shirt off his shoulders.

  Harry smiled coyly, looking like a model with his shirt hanging off. Edward couldn’t resist – he leaned in and kissed him – a quick peck on the lips. This wonderful connection with the man of his dreams sent spectacular tingles through Edward’s body. They grinned at each other and Edward felt as if they were on the cusp of something fabulous. Edward couldn’t wait to get in the water with him, so he severed eye contact, unzipped his trousers, and kicked them off.

  He glanced up to see that Harry was also undoing his own trousers. Edward noticed that he had an Indian scarf wrapped around his waist in place of a belt. It was made of dark blue chiffon with silver studs on the ends. Harry pulled it out of the belt loops with a flourish, like a stripper.

  Edward forced himself to get a grip. “Cool scarf.”

  “Thanks. Mummy-ji always says to the girls you should have a dupatta handy, just in case.”

  “What’s a dupatta?”

  “A scarf. They use it to cover themselves – their modesty, you know.”

  Edward frowned – he had no idea what Harry was talking about, but it sounded stupid. He didn’t want them to argue, so he changed the subject. “You’ve got sisters?”

  “Yep. And one brother. I’m the eldest.”

  “Me too. I’ve got a brother and sister. They’re nice kids.”

  “It’s a pressure being the eldest son, though, huh?”

  “Er… not really.”

  “Oh. Must just be my family, then. Here, you can have this if you like it.”

  Harry reached out and tied the scarf around Edward’s hips as if he was claiming him. He knotted it at one side, and Edward felt quite glamorous wearing this with nothing but his boxers. It was an honour to be given the scarf – he wasn’t sure why; it probably wasn’t very expensive. He lifted the end and ran the silky chiffon through his fingers. He’d never really owned anything so impractical – maybe that was it.

  He smirked at Harry. “Ready for a dip?”

  Harry pulled off his trousers and dropped them on the pile of clothes. Edward carefully undid the scarf and folded it neatly before adding it to the pile. Harry removed his expensive watch and sunglasses, and threw them down with everything e
lse. Then Edward held out his hand and they strode together towards the water, quickening their pace as they neared, so that eventually they took a running jump. Edward relished the thrill of flying through the air, then he splashed down into the freezing murky water and shrieked as it prickled his skin with its chilly grip. He darted his gaze around for Harry and saw that he was grimacing in pain and jumping up and down in the chest-high water, as it rippled around his torso. Edward stretched his legs down and touched the silty floor, then paddled over to Harry.

  “You okay?”

  “Fine! It’s just bloody cold!”

  Edward burst into giggles of elation. “You didn’t expect it to be warm, did ya?”

  Harry laughed. His teeth chattered and his jaw already sounded numb. “We must’ve crashed right through the layer of ice, huh!”

  Edward sloshed his arms out of the water and wrapped them around Harry. “Let me warm you up!”

  Harry sunk into Edward’s body. It felt amazing to touch him like this – even though he was shaking from the cold. They both could reach their feet down to the bottom, but actually, they raised their legs and floated in a little bundle, desperate to retain as much heat as possible in each other’s arms. Edward hugged Harry close and kissed him on the lips – which were starting to turn blue.

  “Hey, you wanna get out?” Edward asked.

  “No.” Harry gazed into his eyes. “I like it in here with you.”

  They bobbed around together, and Edward relished the feel of Harry’s wet skin against his. He wondered whether he’d be able to get away with moving his hand down to grope Harry’s ass, but Harry suddenly pulled away and splashed over towards the bank.

  This sudden severing of their secure connection smacked Edward hard in the chest. He swam over to join Harry near the water’s edge. “You okay? Did I do something wrong? You can’t read minds, can you?”

  Harry chuckled. “No, you’re sweet, Edward. Adorable.”

  Edward beamed. “Thanks.”

  Harry traced his fingers through the water. “In India, if you dunk yourself in the River Ganga, it washes away your sins from this life and all previous lives.”

  Edward laughed. “All previous lives, too? So it’s like a ‘get out of jail free’ card for your religion, huh?”

  Harry forced a smile. “You refuse to understand me.”

  Edward rested a hand on his damp shoulder. “No. You don’t have any sins, Harry. You’re perfect.”

  “You are, too. I know what you think about yourself, but you really are a great guy.”

  A flash of contentedness zapped through Edward and he suddenly felt as if he was home; connected with himself. He loved himself. He gazed down at his rippling reflection in the pond and saw another Edward smiling up. “Oh shit, I just saw him!”

  “Who?”

  “Nothing. Just someone Scott was talking about.” Edward laughed, trying to shrug off this strange moment. He sprang to life and grabbed Harry around the shoulders.

  “What was it you were saying about dunking?” he said.

  “No!” Harry shouted – even though he wasn’t resisting at all. He even had time to cover his face as Edward pushed his head under the water. Edward dunked himself at the same time, enjoying the feel of the liquid sloshing around him. They both shot up like phoenixes rising – reborn. Edward wiped the water from his face with his wet hand and pushed his damp hair out of his eyes. Harry’s quiff was completely flattened now, but he still looked gorgeous.

  They laughed together. Harry placed his fingers on his forehead. “My hair – it’s totally ruined!”

  This made Edward laugh even more. He noticed Harry shiver. “Come on, let’s get dry.”

  They hauled themselves out and flopped down on the grassy bank, dangling their feet into the cold water. Harry reached up and tried to style his hair.

  Edward hugged his own goose-bumped body. “You look great.”

  Harry let his hair be and smiled. “Thanks.”

  Edward leaned in to kiss him, but Harry suddenly stood up and squelched back towards their clothes. Edward tried not to let the rejection hurt too much. This was all new to Harry. Hopefully he was just feeling nervous. Edward padded over to join him and they sat in the sunshine, both knowing they couldn’t just ignore what they’d started. The sexual tension between them now was as thick as December fog.

  Edward spoke first. “How much kissing did you do with that girl you tried to have sex with?”

  “Not much.”

  Harry reached behind him and grabbed the scarf from the pile of clothes. Edward expected him to use it to dry his hair, but instead, he unfurled it and wrapped it around Edward’s shoulders.

  “Keep you warm,” Harry said, leaving his arms around Edward. “Suits you. Nice colour on your skin.”

  “Thanks.”

  Edward tenderly gripped Harry’s arm and moved his face towards him. Harry hesitated, then he leaned forward and kissed Edward on the lips. Edward smiled as the lust rushed through him. But it was purer than usual. Enchanted.

  Harry pulled away. They grinned into each other’s eyes.

  “I like how it feels to kiss you,” Edward said.

  Harry grinned. “Me too.”

  Edward held Harry’s hand, then he kissed him again, more boldly this time. He pressed his lips against Harry’s, and eased his tongue into that gorgeous mouth, sending dazzles of elation throughout his body like a lightning rod conducting a powerful jolt.

  Then they were kissing and kissing – tongues intertwining and lips hungrily writhing against each other. Harry tasted exquisite. He let out a gentle moan and his arms fell around Edward’s shoulders. Edward pulled Harry against himself and the kiss increased even more in passion, causing time to freeze and space to blur. An urgency to fuck Harry burst up through Edward, but he knew he needed to take this slowly – it was awesome to be here with him, kissing in the sunshine.

  Edward gently pulled Harry down by the shoulders and they dropped to the grass, then they continued kissing, on their sides, in each other’s arms. Edward grabbed the dupatta from his shoulders and pulled it over their hips, wrapping it tightly around Harry’s gorgeous butt and binding them together. Edward reached down and eased Harry’s damp boxers down to his thighs, allowing his hard cock to bounce free, then he quickly pushed down his own underpants, too – kicking them down to his ankles. He wriggled forward and pulled Harry close. Harry’s straining cock brushed against the tip of Edward’s own erection – surging intense arousal through his soul.

  The grass smelled of glorious childhood summer days, making Edward feel nostalgic, but as Harry grinned, a key of present-moment affection twisted deeply inside Edward’s heart. Edward kissed him on the lips again, then lowered his face and nibbled the soft skin of Harry’s neck, collarbone, and chest, as his hands caressed their way down Harry’s svelte body, desperate to get his cock in his hand. As Edward glanced down, he saw that Harry’s cock was light brown, smooth, and perfectly formed – just like the man himself. He grasped Harry’s erection in his fingers and started to tug it in the rhythm that he’d practised so many times on other men. But this was different. He was under no obligation to please Harry – but he wanted to, more than anything in his entire consciousness right now. Harry’s pleasure was all that mattered. And he seemed to be getting his wish, because Harry gasped with joy and threw him a far-out smile, then he wriggled in to suck Edward’s earlobe. Edward sensed that Harry felt timid about touching his cock, but he was straining with excitement, so he squeezed Harry’s erection lovingly, then took his own cock in his other hand – unable to resist touching himself now.

  Harry’s arm fell around Edward’s back and he groped his ass, which delivered lustful delight through Edward’s tense body. He wondered whether Harry might probe his crack with a finger and massage his rim, but it he didn’t seem very confident – and that was okay – there was plenty of time to teach him how to please a man. What fun they could have practising together!

  Ed
ward thrust his hips forward and pressed his own cock against Harry’s, grasping both erections in his hands and sending pure pleasure into Edward’s brain. He started to move his hands in a sensuous rhythm, gripping their cocks and enjoying the sizzling sensation of rubbing them together. He leaned closer to Harry and hungrily kissed his mouth, face, and neck. It felt amazing to be jerking them both off at the same time – to know that he was pleasing Harry just as much as he was pleasing himself right now. Harry looked delicious – with spellbound delight plastered over his face.

  Edward’s wrists shot with pain, because the rhythm was so fast, but he refused to stop. It felt as if Harry’s cock belonged to him – they were part of each other – they owned each other’s pleasure. The feel of Harry’s cock rubbing against Edward’s own jolted his desire upwards, and he realised he was going to come soon. He glanced at Harry’s face and saw that he looked utterly possessed – he was grinning and panting; loving the experience. Harry’s body tensed suddenly and he started to ejaculate, which caused him to topple forwards, pushing Edward back, so that he rolled on top of him. The feel of Harry’s fit body pressing against his own – and ejaculating over him – threw Edward’s lust into overdrive, and he groaned with joy, as their sticky discharges burst out and merged over Edward’s fingers.

  On his back now, Edward opened his eyes and grinned up at Harry, who was pinning him in place. Harry gazed down at him and they both giggled.

  “I didn’t know people did that!” Harry said. “Both at the same time. Wow, that was amazing!”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Edward said.

  Harry ran his fingers through Edward’s hair and kissed him tenderly on the nose. “I really did – thank you!”

  Edward snuggled into Harry’s arms, relishing the lightheaded feeling that his orgasm had incited. “Thank you! I feel like my sins have been washed away. From this life and my previous lives.”

  Harry squeezed him tight. “I feel like that, too. Pure. Full of light.”

  Edward reached up and held his hand. “You’ve got lovely fingers. Artist’s fingers.”