“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 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…” After shoving his empty plate to one side, Nathaniel lowered his gaze and 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 finished speaking, Isaac’s heart was beating so hard and so fast 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 head. He didn’t know himself, really.
After a beat, his mouth started running off with little input from his brain. “Yes, I think it would have gone much further if Matthew hadn’t interrupted us. 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. He obviously hadn’t been expecting Isaac to be so direct.
“Shit,” Isaac said, hardly believing himself what had just come out of his mouth. “Did you put truth serum in that bacon or something?” He glanced down at his crotch. “Or Viagra?”
Nathaniel 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 non-stop, too. It’s been driving me crazy.” He got to his feet and held out his hand. “Wanna continue where we left off?”
A battle raged inside Isaac’s mind for all of two seconds before his hormones took over. “Yes, please.” He took Nathaniel’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled up, then led 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, 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 savour 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.
Nathaniel’s strong hands cupped Isaac’s buttocks and pulled the two of them closer together. Isaac let out a moan, then gripped the back of the other man’s neck and deepened the kiss, forced 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 mattress.
“C’mere,” he said, his voice low, husky. Needy.
Isaac did 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 at his stomach, then narrowed further as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. After 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 favour, of course.”
Letting out a tiny growl, Isaac quickly reached down and undid Nathaniel’s belt, button, and fly before 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 towards each other, they were both naked. 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, his body lithe and toned, all long legs and tight muscles. A tattoo adorned his right hip, giving Isaac 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 be meaningless, but it was still hot. “Yeah, it is. Mind if I get a closer look?”
Nathaniel flopped onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. “Be my guest.”
Needing no further encouragement, Isaac crawled down the bed and settled between Nathaniel’s thighs. He took 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 proportion with the rest of him, and surrounded by closely trimmed pubic hair. It was then he noticed something that made him stop dead.
“Fuuuck!” he said, leaning in to get a closer look. “You’re pierced.”
Nathaniel’s grin was wide, wicked. “I am. Got a problem with that?”
“Christ, no. I’ve never seen one in real life before. It’s fucking hot.” He took his own cock in his free hand and gave it a couple of pumps, just to relieve a little pressure. Then, having gazed at the silver bar decorating the tip of Nathaniel’s dick for long enough, he lowered his head to see how it tasted.
He stuck out his tongue and ran it over the metal, surprised to find it was warm. Not as warm as Nathaniel’s skin, but not cold as he’d expected. A thrill ran through him as he realised 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 metallic taste was quickly overshadowe
d 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 further down the other man’s shaft, then closed his lips around it, ready to create some suction.
A glance up the bed revealed 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 got 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.
He placed his hands on the insides of Nathaniel’s thighs, 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. Each 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 faster on Nathaniel’s cock, he took advantage of the saliva that had dribbled 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 further back, seeking the crinkled skin of Nathaniel’s arsehole. Once he got there, he circled it with his finger, over and over, both stimulating and lubricating the area. He gathered more spit and repeated the action, only this time, when he felt Nathaniel was ready, he pushed the very tip of his finger inside the tight hole.
Nathaniel let out a strangled yelp and Isaac smiled again, continuing to suck his cock as he slowly penetrated his arse. It didn’t take long for him 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. He 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, then 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. 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,” Isaac 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 arse.”
Nathaniel made a noise that was not unlike a purr. “God, you’re so perfect. I really like the sound of that. Then afterwards, 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 realised too late 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?”
“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. He couldn’t wait for it to be gobbled up by Nathaniel’s arse. It was going to be the most delectable kind of bliss.
Chapter Twenty-five
Matthew was surprised to find Isaac wasn’t home when he returned 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?”
“In here. Just got back 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 him having car trouble. He hasn’t got breakdown cover—a fact I suspect he’ll soon rectify—so rather than paying for a recovery truck, 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, signalling in a very unsubtle way that he wanted a drink, too.
“But your car was on the drive when I got here?” If he wasn’t mistaken, he saw a splash of colour rise over his brother’s cheeks. Uh-oh.
“Yeah, I dropped him off, came here and put the shopping away, then headed back over there on foot. He offered to make me a bacon sandwich as a thank you. And you know me—I can’t refuse a bacon sandwich.” His grin was wide, yet honest.
“Huh, that’s true. And understandable. So, has he got his car sorted?” He dropped tea bags into the mugs and added sugar, then poured boiling water over the bags.
“Dunno. He was just about to call someone as I left. He thinks it’s the spark plugs or something, so hopefully it won’t take too long to get fixed. I told him to give me a call if he needed a lift anywhere in the meantime, and said if I was at work and you weren’t, that you’d run him somewhere if he needed it. I hope that’s okay.”
Matthew raised an eyebrow. “I suppose. As long as he doesn’t need a lift to Scotland. So,” he was careful to sound normal, friendly, “what else have you been up to?” He stirred the drinks, dumped the tea bags, then splashed milk into each mug and handed one to his brother.
“Thanks. And nothing, really.”
Nobody else would have noticed it, but Matthew detected the slightest quaver in Isaac’s voice, and when he glanced at him, he saw that this time there was definitely colour in his face. After a beat, the penny dropped. He almost sloshed tea over the side of his mug.
“Isaac!” He just about stopped shy of slapping his forehead, but surprisingly, he didn’t feel angry.
“I know, I know,” his brother replied with a grimace. “You don’t even have to say anything. It just kinda happened. Apparently, a bacon sandwich is all it takes to get me naked.”
“Ugh.” Matthew held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know. You’re my brother, for heaven’s sake. I don’t need the details of your sex life.”
“I’m not giving them! And wait… aren’t you pissed off with me?”
He sighed. “I should be, but for some reason I’m not. Maybe because, deep down, I knew it was going to happen at some point. It was inevitable. Also, you deserve happiness too. That and I just don’t have the energy to be angry anymore. I’m fed up with all this crap going on, so if you can find a bit of solace with Nathaniel, and me with Sally, then fuck it. Why shouldn’t we?”
“Very philosophical. I like it. I’m not intending to let it happen again. I’m sure once the buzz wears off, I’ll be wracked with guilt and regret.” He took a sip of his tea.
“You think? Looking at you right now, I doubt it. You look sickeningly happy.”
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“What?” Isaac’s eyes widened. “It’s a bloody good cup of tea.”
“Don’t give me that crap. You’ve clearly had a good time with Nathaniel, and it’s nice to see you like this. It feels like bloody ages since we’ve both been happy. Doesn’t seem fair, somehow.”
“Huh? You’re happy, too? I thought maybe you just had wind.”
“Fuck off,” Matthew said with a grin. “I guess having… whatever I’m having with Sally is lightening the load a little. She’s good fun, a nice woman. But she’s leaving soon, so I just have to make the most of it. It was never going to be the world’s most romantic love affair. We both know the score and that’s the end of it.”
“Hey, you don’t have to explain to me. I don’t have the energy to fight anymore either. Let’s just go with flow, see what happens.”
“Sounds good to me, mate. Right, shall we rustle up some dinner? Then I’m going to pop and see Sally.” He took a gulp of his tea, but couldn’t fail to notice the look his brother shot him. “What?”
“Not the world’s most romantic love affair, eh? You seem smitten to me.”
“Shut up. Don’t be so stupid. It’s just a no-strings thing while she’s here, that’s all.”
Isaac shrugged. “If you say so. Let me just finish this tea, and we’ll sort something out. I’ve worked up quite the appetite, it seems.”
“Ugh! I told you, no details!”
“That wasn’t details. Not by a long shot.” The grin on Isaac’s face was wicked, and Matthew couldn’t help returning it. He might be in danger of learning more about his brother’s sex life than he ever wanted to know, but it was nice to have him laughing and joking again. Things had been so bleak lately.
Rolling his eyes, he headed for the fridge. “Drink your tea, little brother, then let’s get this dinner started. I’m starving!”
Later, Matthew shouted a goodbye to Isaac, left the house and walked the short distance to Sally’s cottage. A mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through him, because he suspected his brother was right. He was very fond of Sally, and if things were different, he’d definitely consider making their relationship, whatever it was, more permanent. Did that mean he was falling for her? She was fun, intelligent, sexy, she made him laugh, she made him moan…
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