One Night Stand

by Clare London

  Marshall nodded. “Just a few words, I know, and I was only sorry people weren’t really listening. But you were confident and witty and… you smiled right at me.”

  “I did.” Teddy nodded to himself. His cheeks felt like they glowed.

  “I was going to confess I changed the seating plan so I was sat next to you, but by then you didn’t seem to mind anyway. You did put your hand on my knee, you know. Couple of times, actually; I’d thought the first one was a mistake, like you said. It felt so good.” He groaned, softly. “It was just… look, if there’s any blame here, some of it’s mine.”

  “Tell me,” Teddy said. It didn’t sound like his voice at all. It sounded suspiciously like an order.

  “I was stupid, I know. I was indiscreet at a company event. Taking advantage of my position as your boss, I’m sure some people would say.” Marshall shook his head again. He bent down and picked a sock up off the floor, but he didn’t do anything with it, just sat on the bed beside Teddy, nursing it absentmindedly on his thigh and not meeting Teddy’s gaze. “Look, to be totally honest, I was the one guided us into the bedroom. When you pushed me against the wall in the corridor, I was pulling you just as much, thrusting my tongue down your throat. When you fumbled with the key card, I just grabbed it out of your hand and let us in.” He made a sound of strangled protest. “Don’t you remember? I was the one broke the zipper of your pants, pulling them off so fast.”

  So good. So fine. Please…

  Teddy’s memory supplied the other details. The door slamming shut behind them, locking out the rest of the hotel. The sound of Marshall’s panting, the thudding of his own heart beat in his ears. He couldn’t remember turning on any lights in the room. Instead, he’d held Marshall close in the dim moonlight, enough illumination sneaking through the blinds to see and feel flesh and desire, watching his own excitement reflected in Marshall’s pupils. Had he realized that was what he was seeing at the time? He recalled their harsh, urgent breathing, the clumsy struggle to get his clothes off fast enough, his desperate need to get Marshall equally naked. His first touch of Marshall’s skin, hot and smooth down his muscled back, the dark, crinkled hairs on his chest. His impatience as he pushed Marshall back on to the bed, creasing the smart bedspread, sending the ornamental cushions tumbling onto the floor. The fierce grip of his fingers as he reached for Marshall’s legs, pushing them apart, watching Marshall’s cock bob up from his groin, thickening against his belly, trailing soft, sticky pre-come against both his and Teddy’s hairs. Wriggling between Marshall’s legs, panting, pushing, possessing….

  “Teddy?” Marshall looked quite pale. Teddy didn’t think he’d ever seen his boss nervous before. “I was the one who had the condoms, wasn’t I? I don’t know what the hell you thought of me. Think of me. I told you I didn’t expect to use them. I had no expectations at all. Just… hope, one day. Stupid, I know.”

  Something eased inside Teddy; relief washed over him. The excitement he’d felt the night before was suddenly far more important than his embarrassment. It swelled inside him again, a strong, stimulating feeling. “You’re not stupid,” he said quietly. “I’ve never thought you were. Far from it, in fact.”

  Marshall still looked uncertain. “But you think I should go…?”

  “No,” Teddy said. He thought he sounded far more assertive than he felt. “Please don’t.”

  Marshall’s expression was still wary, but he slowly lowered his naked body back on to the bed. “This is okay?”

  “Of course it is,” Teddy said quickly. Damned right it was! Marshall wasn’t bothering to keep anything covered. His leg brushed against Teddy’s hip as he wriggled to get comfortable. The sheets shifted even farther on Teddy’s lap, but he didn’t bother trying to grab them back. He liked the way Marshall’s gaze ran down his body. In fact, he realized he wanted to give the man something more to look at. Much more.

  Marshall cleared his throat. His eyes flickered from Teddy’s torso to his face. His pupils looked a little dilated. “You didn’t offend me or bully me in any way at all, you know.”

  Teddy flushed. “Well, I don’t know. That’s the problem. I don’t know anything at all, about most things.”

  Marshall made a soft sound of protest. “That’s nonsense. If you only realized—”

  “You don’t have to patronize me.”

  “I’m not!” Marshall made a noise of frustration, half under his breath. He tugged the sheet away from Teddy’s waist, and the fabric slipped on to the floor, exposing the whole of his body. Marshall stretched out his hand and stroked at Teddy’s thigh, and Teddy moaned, unable to stop the pleasure shuddering through him. “You see?” Marshall’s eyes were very bright. “I know you like this because when I do it, you make that sound. God, that sound… it drove me wild last night. You don’t turn away: your body reaches for me. I know neither of us knows much about the other, at least not intimately. But this is how we find out about each other, by being there. By trying.” His voice shook. “If that’s what you want.”

  He ran his hand across Teddy’s legs, trailing along the line of the muscle. Teddy felt his cock jerk up, swelling even more, jutting out from his groin. His back arched instinctively, and he gasped, an incoherent, needy sound. Marshall moved again, closer this time with his mouth back at Teddy’s ear, whispering, his words urgent, his voice hoarse. “It’s what I want, Teddy. You took charge last night, and it was fabulous. You made me come so hard, and it was the best time I can remember. I came twice. My dick aches just from the memory of it. You sucked me off, and then you fucked me, my dear Teddy, and it was magnificent.”

  “Good God.” Teddy’s body was alive again with desire and need. He’d never been so aroused before, never heard anyone tell him such things.

  “But more than that, I wanted you,” Marshall’s voice continued, lapping across Teddy’s nerves, following the path of the man’s fingertip caresses. “I wanted you, and I have done for months. Do you believe me? I still want you, Teddy. It’s all okay. This is just the beginning.”

  In that moment, Teddy knew just how much he wanted Marshall in return. He turned his head so that his lips brushed Marshall’s cheek, and he traced a kiss on the browned flesh. His ran appreciatively down Marshall’s body, and he reached to pull himself closer. But sudden shock made him pause.

  “I hurt you!” Teddy blurted it out. He couldn’t make it sound any less terrible, could he? He’d seen the dark discoloration on the taut skin of Marshall’s hip. Shit. He’d never raised a hand to anyone in sex play, never marked them. And to do that to Marshall, of all people….

  Marshall growled from deep in his throat. “For God’s sake. Don’t be afraid of this. That’s not how I see you; that’s not how you truly are. Do you really think that’s all it’d take to hurt me? You have no idea.”

  Teddy flushed. “No, I think we’ve both established that.”

  Marshall leant over him, kissing him firmly, sucking Teddy’s words into his mouth and making them sound more like moans. “Magnificent,” he whispered. “But sometimes you’re a fool, Teddy Newman.”

  “Yes,” Teddy muttered back. “I think I am.”

  “But I like that in a man.” Marshall’s whispered laugh tickled its way across Teddy’s throat. “Give it a chance, Teddy. Us. Will you?”

  Teddy swallowed heavily. He thought please might sound even more needy, but he couldn’t remember now why he’d ever wanted to leave all that neediness behind.

  “So how do you feel about it?” Marshall was kissing the edge of his mouth. He was panting lightly.

  “It?”

  Marshall pulled himself up on his arms, gazing down at Teddy. His groin nudged against Teddy’s, pressing their cocks together. “I want us to fuck again. And maybe again after that. I want to use you, and you must use me. We can set our own rules.” He bent down and nipped at Teddy’s shoulder, just a little too hard to be playful.

  Teddy felt the thrill run all the way down his body. “That sounds damned good.”<
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  “Do you mean it?”

  Teddy felt that rush of excitement and relief again. “Oh God, yes.” He reached up and tugged Marshall down for a kiss. Dammit, the taste was as good as he remembered. Better than the dream. Better than… He pulled back suddenly. “Ugh. Morning breath. Marshall, God, after the champagne and everything—”

  “Shut up. I’m probably no better. You think I’m letting go of you now?” Marshall laughed and pushed back against him, his tongue sliding once again into Teddy’s mouth. Teddy didn’t think the morning breath thing was any problem at all. Actually, he didn’t think much about anything at that moment, he was too busy feeling good. He tightened his arms around Marshall and felt the warm pressure of the other man’s cock against his thigh.

  Marshall grunted. “You don’t want me to fetch the rest of the bottle, do you? It won’t taste too good by now, though you carried it all the way up here with us last night.”

  “Did I?” Teddy felt a bubble of laughter in his throat. “A gift from Secret Santa, they said.”

  “Don’t tell me you still believe in Santa?”

  “I believe in anything or anyone that brings me a gift like this,” Teddy said quite simply.

  Marshall stilled in his arms. “Dear God,” he said very quietly. “You’re no fool at all.”

  Teddy nuzzled his face against the crook of Marshall’s neck. Excitement was coiling deep in his belly again, goose bumps running along his skin. “Marshall, did you order the champagne for us?” For me?

  But Marshall shook his head. “I wish I had. To treat you, of course. But also, if I’d known the effect it’d have on you….”

  Teddy laughed. “Maybe we’ll never know where it came from. Or maybe it was Santa.” When Marshall rolled his eyes, Teddy leaned up and whispered in his ear, “You said you had condoms. Plural?”

  Marshall moaned. His eyes sparkled in anticipation. “Yes. A couple left.”

  Teddy frowned. “I expect total honesty from a senior manager, you know.”

  Marshall flushed. “Maybe more than a couple.”

  “Good. I’ll need them,” Teddy replied. A fierce kind of power flowed through him, mixing up the sexual thrill of Marshall in his bed with the delight of just being with Marshall, with their familiarity. Their banter. Their bodies. “But first… about that morning breath business. I could do with it someplace else.”

  Marshall chuckled, pushed Teddy on to his back, and wriggled his way down the bed. Teddy groaned when Marshall’s mouth slid over his cock. Groaned loudly. But he wasn’t going to worry about the fact he’d never made much noise during sex before. Why the hell should he? Especially when Marshall’s lips tightened on him, his tongue dragging up and down the shaft. Hot and rough, licking over the slit and then down again. His teeth grazed Teddy but only very slightly; his lips tugged at the curled hairs at the base of his dick. Teddy’s dream flickered to life in his mind again, but this time it was so much better. He could appreciate and savor the passion that spiked in his belly, uncurling itself as if it had been sleeping but was now wide awake and demanding its due. It was just like those wild old days when he’d been at college…

  But yes, oh God, so much better!

  Marshall was breathing very heavily. He continued to suck, and he slid his hand under Teddy’s ass, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of his taint. One fingertip dragged along a thin, soft trail of saliva, dampening him. “Teddy….”

  “No.” Teddy spoke quietly but firmly. As Marshall’s eyes widened, he steeled his voice even further. “Roll over for me.” He met Marshall’s gaze. “If that’s what you want.”

  The flush on Marshall’s face and the sudden flame of need in his eyes was fabulous to see. Teddy rolled Marshall over on to his belly, enjoying the sound of his soft moans. He spread open Marshall’s legs and settled on his knees between them. When Marshall arched up his hips, Teddy ran his mouth down the line of the man’s spine. Sleep-flushed skin, warm and salty. He prised open Marshall’s buttocks, licking carefully down between them, where the smell was hot and masculine and the sparse hairs tickled his nose.

  “Oh God, Teddy.”

  Teddy laughed. That was his line, surely? Marshall gasped and groaned as Teddy’s tongue flickered around his puckered entrance. His outstretched arm fumbled with things on the bedside table and flicked a condom package on to the bed. A bottle of massage oil followed, settling by Teddy’s knee, the hotel crest displayed on the front.

  This is just the beginning.

  “Please,” Marshall whispered.

  Teddy was physically tired. He was also emotionally drained and still a little confused, but he was fiercely aroused again. He rolled on the condom and slicked himself up, then slid an arm under Marshall’s belly and pulled his hips toward him. Marshall braced himself and spread his legs apart for Teddy to move closer. Teddy pushed into his new lover, the sensations familiar from the night before, yet fresh with the promise of the new morning. And hopefully so many more to come.

  “I won’t break, Teddy,” Marshall whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

  Teddy had no intention of it. “I think I’ve had enough of talking now,” he grunted. “Be quiet and let me find out what else Secret Santa has for me.”

  Marshall gasped, and his gorgeous body shuddered with anticipation, his ass tightening around Teddy.

  You’re no fool at all, he’d said.

  Whether he was a fool or not, Teddy thought fleetingly, it didn’t really matter. Because he was a needy, greedy, damned happy one.

  Oh God, yes!

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  About the Author

  Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fueled family home, she juggles her writing with the weekly wash, waiting for the far distant day when she can afford to give up her day job as an accountant.

  She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.

  Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind… she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fueled family home.

  Visit Clare’s web site at http://www.clarelondon.co.uk and her blog at http://clarelondon.livejournal.com/.

  Copyright

  One Night Stand ©Copyright Clare London, 2009

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Art by Paul Richmond http://www.paulrichmondstudio.com

  Cover Design by Mara McKennen

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