When he reached Nathaniel’s house, he headed straight around to the kitchen door. Before he got chance to knock, the other man spotted him and gestured him in with a wave of his spatula.
“Mmm,” Isaac said as soon as he opened the door. “Smells good already. What is it about bacon, seriously? All kinds of pork cuts are nice, but bacon is just plain addictive.”
“It’s probably the crack they put in it.” Nathaniel grinned, flipping over the rashers as they sizzled in the pan. “It’s nothing but clever marketing, a plan to take over the world with delicious-smelling, addictive meat. Take a seat.”
“Thanks.” He pulled out a chair and sat down. “I think you’re right about the crack, you know. It’s the only logical explanation. Any news on your car?”
“Far as I know it’s still broken.” Nathaniel’s dimples appeared and Isaac hurriedly averted his gaze. That kind of behavior would undo every vow he’d just made to himself.
“I mean have you called a garage yet?”
“Bloody hell, man, give me chance. All I’ve done since you left is put away my shopping and start cooking this bacon. I’m not magic, you know.” He threw an amused glance over his shoulder.
Isaac gave a wry grin before Nathaniel turned back to the frying pan. “Oops, sorry. Let me know what happens when you do, won’t you? If you need another tow or a lift or whatever, just give me a shout. As long as I’m not working, I can help. And if I am working, Matthew probably will instead.”
“Thanks, mate, that’s very good of you. How do you like your bacon?” He didn’t turn around this time, so Isaac took advantage of this fact and enjoyed the view of Nathaniel’s backside, clad in tight, dark-blue jeans. A navy T-shirt and a pair of faded red Converse completed the ensemble. Those and the apron he’d worn to protect his clothes from the bacon fat. As he drank in the sight, he almost forgot to reply.
“Oh, um, crispy as you can without it being burned, please. Though if that’s a problem, as long as it’s cooked I’ll eat it. It is bacon, after all.” He hoped Nathaniel hadn’t noticed his delayed reply.
“Nope, not a problem at all. That’s how I like it too. Hey, would you mind grabbing the sauces and plates, please?” He waved his spatula around again, indicating the correct cupboards.
“Yep, no problem.” He tried not to snoop as he grabbed the items, then quickly came to the conclusion that even if he did snoop, he wouldn’t find anything. Nobody kept anything exciting in their kitchen cupboards. Handing the plates to Nathaniel, who nodded his thanks, Isaac put the bottles of red and brown sauce in the middle of the table, then pulled out two place mats and put them down opposite each other. Then, wondering if that implied romance, he moved one so they were next to each other. But that would put them awfully close together…
Christ, had what happened to playing it cool? To just being friends and forgetting the rest? It was a bacon sandwich, for heaven’s sake, not a proposal of marriage.
Stifling a sigh, he shifted the place mat once more, then sat down heavily. It was rapidly becoming clear to him that the only solution to his problem, albeit extreme, would be a lobotomy.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Nathaniel made a satisfied sound and reached down to turn off the gas on the burner he’d been using. Then he put the sandwiches together, leaving the top slices of bread next to them, ready for the sauces, and placed them on the table.
“Ah, crap,” he said, stopping as he was halfway to sitting down. “I haven’t offered you a drink.”
“Don’t worry.” Isaac waved him to sit back down. “Just get your sandwich while it’s hot. To be fair, I could have offered to make one while you were cooking. I guess we’re both a bit off it.”
Shrugging, Nathaniel sat. “All right, if you say so.” They reached for the brown sauce at the same time, then went through a silly you-first-no-after-you exchange before Isaac gave in and grabbed the bottle, squirting a liberal amount onto his bacon and passing the bottle to Nathaniel.
Finally they felt silent as they dug into their sandwiches, their gazes meeting every now and again, raised eyebrows and wide grins conveying how their taste buds felt about the meal.
“Wow,” Isaac said when he was done. “That was amazing, thank you.” Standing, he continued, “Right, I’ll let you get on, get your car sorted and whatnot. Just give me a shout if there’s anything you need.”
“Hey, wait.” Nathaniel’s hand on his arm scorched a path of erotic fire right down to the tips of his fingers and up to his shoulder, then radiated out into his entire body. His cock twitched once then began to swell. “Can we, uh, talk a minute? We’ve barely seen each other since the day when your brother interrupted us, and I think things have been a little awkward. I’d like to clear the air, wouldn’t you?”
Well actually, Isaac thought, I’d quite like to run a mile. And then possibly another one. Put as much distance between me and this weirdness as I can.
“Yes, okay,” he said, resigned. Dropping back into the chair, he looked expectantly at Nathaniel.
“Uh…” Shoving his empty plate to one side, Nathaniel fidgeted with the place mat for a few seconds before looking back up at Isaac. “I got the impression that if your brother hadn’t banged on my door when he did, things would have gone further between us. Much further. And I just wondered what you thought about that, I guess. Wondered if you, uh, think it should happen again. If you want it to happen again. Only…this time without the interruption.”
By the time Nathaniel had finished speaking, Isaac’s heart was beating so hard and so fast that he thought it was in danger of exploding right out of his chest cavity. He resisted the temptation to bang his head on the table. Of course he wanted it to happen again—that was the fucking problem!
Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. Nathaniel wasn’t a mind reader. He couldn’t be expected to know what the hell was going on in Isaac’s messed-up brain, his messed-up life. He didn’t know himself, really.
“Yes, I think it would have gone much further if Matthew hadn’t interrupted us.” That part wasn’t surprising. But the next words that came from his lips floored him. “And yes I think it should happen again. And I definitely want it to happen again. I’ve barely thought about anything else since.”
Nathaniel’s eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting Isaac to be so direct.
“Ah, shit,” Isaac said. “Did you put truth serum in that bacon or something?” He glanced down at his crotch. “Or Viagra?”
Now the other man smirked. “There ain’t nothing in that bacon but bacon, Isaac. Can’t say I’m not surprised by what you just said. But I’m also pretty fucking delighted. I’ve been thinking about what happened nonstop too. It’s been driving me crazy.” Sliding from his chair, he moved next to Isaac’s and held out his hand. “Wanna continue where we left off last time?”
A battle raged inside Isaac’s head for all of two seconds before his hormones took over. “Yes, please.” Taking Nathaniel’s hand, he allowed the other man to pull him up, then followed him out into the hallway and up the stairs. His heart still pounding and his cock insistently pushing against the inside of his underwear, Isaac could hardly remember the reasons he shouldn’t be doing this. All he could think about was the fact it was going to happen, imminently. And he couldn’t fucking wait.
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Nathaniel grabbed Isaac and slammed him against it. Pain shot through Isaac’s body, heightening all the delicious sensations he was already feeling and ramping his arousal up tenfold. God, he was going to have to be careful, otherwise it would all be over way too fast.
Nathaniel’s face appeared in front of his own, all sharp angles, mischievous eyes and dimples, and Isaac was lost. They reached for each other, arms winding around necks and waists, lips and pelvises crushing together and looking for stimulation, eager for it. Opening his mouth eagerly to admit Nathaniel’s questing tongue, Isaac tried to savor the moment. He didn’
t want to rush this—he wanted to live it, enjoy it, because he didn’t know if it would ever happen again.
Strong hands cupped Isaac’s buttocks, pulling their pelvises closer together, crushing their cocks between their bodies. Moaning, Isaac responded by gripping the back of the other man’s neck and deepening the kiss, forcing his tongue right into his mouth, exploring, tasting, teasing. Every single moment was sublime, each touch, caress, sweep of a hot, wet tongue… Isaac’s cock ached to be released, to be stimulated, to come. But it wasn’t time, not yet. There was so much they could do first.
They continued kissing for what felt like forever, but definitely in a good way. By the time they pulled apart, gasping, all Nathaniel could do was murmur “curtains” and stumble over to the window to close them. Then he moved over to the bed, tugged off his T-shirt, dropped it to the carpet and climbed onto the bed.
“C’mere,” he said, his voice low, husky. Needy.
Isaac’s response was to do just that, losing his own top along the way. They’d already kicked their shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. They moved together once more. This time their hands wandered over hot, naked skin. He felt rather than saw the coarse, plentiful hair on Nathaniel’s chest, which tapered down at his stomach, narrowing further as it arrowed its way into the waistband of his jeans. Trailing his hands back up the other man’s firm torso, Isaac tweaked Nathaniel’s nipples, grinning as it evoked a groan and a jerk, the tiny buds standing to attention.
“Like that, do ya?” Isaac murmured against Nathaniel’s lips.
“There are lots of things I like, and I’m looking forward to you discovering them all. And me returning the favor, of course.”
Letting out a tiny growl, Isaac quickly reached down and undid Nathaniel’s belt, button and fly, slipping his hand into the gap he’d created and cupping the bulge he found there. It was red-hot, stiff and eager, and Isaac was overwhelmed by the need to take it into his mouth. He wanted to taste Nathaniel’s cock, right now.
Pulling away from the kiss, he voiced his demand.
“Don’t let me stop you. But just hang on one second, okay?”
Shoving his hair back off his face, Isaac watched as Nathaniel tugged off his socks, then grasped the waistbands of his jeans and boxer shorts. Deciding that saving time was a damn good idea, Isaac did the same.
When they rolled back toward each other, they were both naked. Now Isaac deliberately didn’t move in for another kiss, as much as he wanted to. Because what he also wanted was to enjoy the magnificent sight in front of him. Nathaniel was perfection personified, his body lithe and toned, all long legs and tight muscles. A tattoo adorned his right hip, Isaac noticed, and what he saw there gave him pause.
“A—a wolf?” he asked, unable to stop the quaver in his voice.
“Yeah,” Nathaniel said nonchalantly, glancing down at the ink. “Don’t ask me what it means. I was young and stupid, thought it would be cool. It’s not significant in any way, I’m afraid. But at least it’s nice.”
Relaxing, Isaac grinned. It might have been meaningless but it was still hot. “Yeah, it is. Mind if I get a closer look?”
Flopping onto his back, Nathaniel folded his arms behind his head. “Be my guest.”
Crawling down the bed, Isaac settled between Nathaniel’s thighs, having another long, lingering look at the beautiful man in front of him. Then he reached out a tentative hand and grasped Nathaniel’s cock, which was long and thick but in perfect proportion with the rest of him and surrounded by closely trimmed pubic hair. It was then he noticed something which made him stop dead.
“Fuuuck!” he said, leaning in to get a closer look. “You’re pierced.”
Nathaniel’s grin was wide, wicked. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?”
“Christ, no. I’ve never seen one in real life before. It’s fucking hot.” With his free hand he reached for his own cock, giving it a couple of pumps just to relieve a little pressure. Then, having gazed at the silver bar that decorated the tip of Nathaniel’s dick for long enough, he lowered his head to see how it tasted.
Sticking out his tongue, he ran it over the metal, surprised that it was warm. Not as warm as Nathaniel’s skin, but not cold as he’d expected. A thrill ran through him as he realized that not only was he about to suck the cock of the most gorgeous man he’d ever met, but that he was experiencing something totally new—a rarity in someone his age. The slight taste of the metal was quickly overshadowed by the slick of precum that hit his taste buds, then the musk of Nathaniel’s skin. The combination made his mouth water and he immediately sank farther down the other man’s shaft, closing his lips around it, ready to create some suction.
A glance up the bed told him that although Nathaniel had appeared very laid back, almost cocky, when Isaac had said he was going for “a closer look”, now his hands were no longer behind his head—they were gripping the duvet. His expression was priceless—Isaac hadn’t even really gotten going yet and Nathaniel’s jaw was slack, his eyes glazed over. Huh. Maybe it had been a while for him too.
He felt the other man’s entire body tense up as he swallowed as much of his cock as possible, then began sucking in earnest, making sure he allowed plenty of saliva to lubricate proceedings. The wetter the better, in his opinion.
Placing his hands on the insides of Nathaniel’s thighs, he pushed them as far apart as they would go, then trailed one hand down to play with the other man’s balls. They were shaven completely smooth, and he gently rolled and tugged at the sac, figuring out what really got Nathaniel going. Everything, it seemed. Every touch elicited another moan from those sinful lips, another blasphemy. He was so hot, so responsive, that Isaac felt just as horny from doing the pleasuring as he would have from being pleasured.
Bobbing his head up and down faster on Nathaniel’s cock, he took advantage of the saliva that had dribbled down into the other man’s crack and slicked it across his perineum, smiling around his shaft as it jerked deeper into his mouth. Then he ventured farther back, seeking the crinkled skin that was Nathaniel’s arsehole. Once he got there, he circled it with his finger, over and over, both stimulating and lubricating the area. Creeping his finger forward again, he gathered more wetness and repeated his action, only this time, when he felt the other man was ready, he pushed the very tip of his finger inside the tight hole.
A strangled yelp came from Nathaniel and Isaac smiled again, continuing to suck his cock as he slowly penetrated his arse. It didn’t take long to relax, and soon Isaac was knuckle-deep and wishing desperately that he could replace his finger with his cock and pound that tight hole until he came like an express train. Instead he concentrated on pleasuring Nathaniel, pressing his finger against his prostate gland and pulling harder on his shaft.
Apparently he was doing a damn good job, as Nathaniel’s grunting moans morphed into an almost continuous sound. His body jerked and bowed, and after letting out a string of swear words he stiffened and fell silent for a second—then jet after jet of warm spunk coated Isaac’s tongue. He drank it down greedily, continuing to pump Nathaniel’s prostate as he swallowed his cum, drawing out his orgasm, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his beautiful body. Finally Nathaniel sagged onto the mattress, panting.
Easing his finger from his lover’s bottom, Isaac licked up every last drop of man-juice before crawling up the bed and pulling Nathaniel into his arms, cradling his head and planting a heartfelt kiss on his lips.
Nathaniel cracked his eyes open and gave a lazy smile. “That was…amazing. Just amazing.” He paused. “You don’t have to stop, you know. I know you need to come too. Get rubbered and lubed up and fuck my arse if you like. I know I’d like.” He winked.
“It’s okay,” he said gently, “just give it a few minutes. I want to fuck you, very badly, but I want to make sure you’re fully ready, fully in the moment. You were so damn responsive just now, and I don’t want to miss out on that when my cock’s deep inside your tight little arse.”
Nathaniel made a
noise that was not unlike a purr. “God, you’re so perfect. I really like the sound of that. Then afterward we can go again in reverse. I’d love to have your cock inside my mouth, my cock inside your arse.”
“We’ve got ages, Nathaniel, don’t worry. We can do all of that.” He realized too late that he’d called him by his full name, but the other man didn’t seem to notice. He was still floating in a post-orgasmic haze.
“Promise?”
“I promise.” Pressing another kiss to Nathaniel’s lips, he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t at all worried about waiting a few minutes. His cock was still rock-hard and raring to go, and didn’t show any signs of waning. God, he couldn’t wait for it to be gobbled up by Nathaniel’s arse. It was going to be the most perfect kind of bliss.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Matthew was surprised not to find Isaac there when he arrived home from his shift at the pub. He’d mentioned doing the food shopping, but that was about it, and his car was on the drive. Perhaps he’d gone for a run, though he doubted it. The October weather was proving damp and dark, not the sort to spend time outdoors in voluntarily.
Shrugging, Matthew headed into the kitchen and flipped on the kettle. The front door opened and closed.
“Matthew?”
“Yeah,” he replied, “in here. Just got in myself.”
Isaac wandered into the kitchen, flashing a smile. “All right? Good day?”
“Not bad, thanks. You?”
“Uh, eventful. There was a bit of a catastrophe over at Nathaniel’s. I was just on my way home from the supermarket when I saw his car in the car park and quickly realized it wasn’t going anywhere. He hasn’t got breakdown cover—a fact I suspect he’ll soon rectify—so rather than calling and paying for a tow, I towed him home. It was slow going but we got there in the end.” He pulled two mugs from the cupboard and placed them beside the kettle, signaling in a very unsubtle way that he wanted a drink too.
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