'My love, my love,' Lex groaned, before stifling his own platitudes by biting Rob hard on the neck, holding their bodies close so they could share every pulse.
******
They next woke with daylight filtering through the tall voile drapes. Lex was on his back, his arm around Rob's shoulders. Rob had curled himself around Lex's body like a sloth hugging a tree trunk, and he felt just as energetic.
As his eyes flickered open he felt a sudden wave of panic at still being there. What if Lex had been waiting for him to leave?
Unwilling to make the situation any more awkward than it had to be, he carefully removed himself from Lex's embrace and slipped off the bed. He was just reaching for his underwear when Lex sat up.
'Where are you going?'
'I presumed you wouldn't want to wake up with me. I didn't mean to stay.' He forced a smile. 'You tired me out, I guess.'
'You presumed wrong.' Lex swung his legs off the bed and strode to him, pulling him into his arms. 'Is that what you wanted? A one night stand?'
Rob looked up at him. 'You're leaving today, Lex. What else was it going to be? We don't even know each other.'
Lex cupped his face in his hands and brushed his lips against Rob's. 'I'd like to,' he whispered, nipping gently at Rob's lower lip. 'Wouldn't you?'
He shifted closer so that Rob could feel his erection pressing against his stomach. His own cock thickened at the memory of the night before and he nodded, drawing Lex down for another deep, thrusting kiss. Lex pushed him back on the bed and opened his legs, kneeling between them. He lifted Rob's legs so they were resting on his shoulders. Then he reached over to get his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.
'Kinky bastard,' Rob said, smiling from behind the dark frames.
Lex squeezed a thick slug of lube on his fingers. Rob felt very exposed as Lex greased him up. With the same infuriating smile, he guided his cock into Rob's hole, waiting patiently for it to open enough to let him in.
Rob bit his lip as he was stuffed full, and received an answering throb in response.
'You're so sexy when you do that,' Lex muttered.
When he was fully inside him, Rob let his legs drop so that Lex could position him on his lap and coil his arms around his neck. Face to face, they began to move. Being able to stare into Lex's eyes added another dimension to their pleasure. At every hot little sigh, Lex pulsed inside him.
'Fuck, yeah,' Lex panted as he really began to hammer him, putting all his weight behind each thrust. His face was suffused with lust, sweat beading his brow, a primeval snarl on his lips.
'Harder,' Rob goaded him. 'Do it!' He dug his fingers into Lex's neck and pushed back at him with everything he had. Lex roared as the orgasm flooded through his body, gathered up his balls and exploded with several huge pulses. Rob thrust his tongue down his throat, stifling his breath, adding to the pure sensation racking both of their bodies.
Lex collapsed onto the bed, totally wrecked. He panted heavily, his body slick with sweat. Rob lay next to him, knees flopped wide apart, Lex's seed oozing out of his body. Lex lazily reached down and dug his fingers into Rob's slick, gaping opening, then drew them away and licked them, like a bear finding a particularly tasty honeycomb in a tree. He did it again and pushed his fingers against Rob's lips.
'Suck them,' he ordered, and Rob did, liking the pungent salty taste of Lex's semen together with his own musky flavour.
'Breakfast,' Lex said, smiling.
'I was kind of hoping for a Full English.'
'I was hoping you'd say that. I ordered room service for 9.30.'
Rob moved back to look at him. 'When did you do that?'
'Before dinner last night.'
'You knew I'd stay?'
'It was a calculated gamble. Something I'm very good at.' He quelled Rob's response by swooping down and nuzzling between his legs.
Rob's mobile phone ringing interrupted them from continuing their libidinous savouring of each other.
'Leave it,' Lex said.
'I can't. It's Geri.'
He answered the phone as Lex bent to his task again. It felt very decadent to be taking a call with a hot man sucking on his balls. He stroked Lex's hair and tried to concentrate on what his sister was saying. Unbelievably, he was hard again. He had never experienced that kind of hunger with Sandy, poor cow, but she hadn't been keen on giving blow jobs. And Lex was very good at them. Very, very ....
'You are coming to lunch today, aren't you?' Geri demanded.
He tried to concentrate. 'What's the time?'
'Quarter past nine. You can't get out of it, you know.'
'I know. I'm so eager to see the family I'm here already.'
Silence, then, 'you mean you never left?'
'Yeah.' Yeah, Lex, take it deeper. Oh fuck, that feels so good ....
'Are you still with him?'
Rob could not help it. He began to slowly move his hips in time with Lex's lavish sucking.
'I'll meet you in the bar,' he gasped, wishing she would get off the phone before he ... well... got off. He closed his eyes so he could not see his cock disappearing inside Lex's mouth. 'Jesus...'
'Rob? Please don't tell me you're actually doing it right now.'
'Gotta go, sis.' He dropped the phone and grasped Lex's hair, forcing him to take more of his cock. Lex mumbled with pleasure as Rob pulsed hard and climaxed again with a tight grunt.
Room service came a few minutes after he did. It was only four hours until the family lunch, but Rob needed carbs and protein after their marathon session. They both wolfed down a tremendous amount of eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, in fact, anything that could justify being on a plate of food calling itself a Full English. When they had finished, they staggered back to the bed and lay replete for a further hour, nursing their full stomachs. No talk was necessary. They were comfortable just drowsing in each other's company, delaying the inevitable time when they would have to part.
'Come to the States,' Lex said eventually. They were lying in each other's arms, Lex running his fingers through Rob's hair. It was the first thing he had said for a while. 'I have a suite of apartments just off 5th Avenue. You could stay for as long as you like. Kick start your writing career.' He dropped a kiss on Rob's forehead. 'We could get to know each other better.'
Rob was silent. With the exception of the previous night, it wasn't in his nature to impulsively leap at chances. He had seen people do that before and fall on their faces. Besides, Lex was a stranger. He had visions of being incarcerated in luxury and made to write until his fingers bled.
Damn his stupidly vivid imagination at times.
'It's a wonderful offer,' he said finally.
'But?'
Rob laughed deprecatingly. 'Ever seen the film Misery?'
Lex nuzzled his hair. 'I'm more American Psycho. You are an ass, you know that?' But he was laughing as well. 'If it makes you feel better, I'm not in the habit of picking up random men and inviting them back to my ivory tower for months of rampant sex and torture before attacking them with a chainsaw. I'm taking just as much of a risk as you are.' He slid down the bed so they were face to face. 'Say you'll come, Rob. I don't want to leave without knowing if I'll ever see you again.'
That was the clincher for Rob. No-one had said that to him before. He kissed Lex firmly on the lips. 'Then yes, I'll come. As long as you don't expect a bestseller because it isn't going to happen.'
'Have faith, my love.' Lex whispered, as he pressed Rob back against the pillows once more.
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Even the thought of Sunday lunch in the company of his youngest sister, listening to her talking about her Big Day could not dampen his mood of well-being.
She had gathered them all together for a "Planning Meeting" as she had ominously termed it. Further more, she had pulled together a "List of Expectations" tailored for each family member, who would be expected to comply without argument.
Sara's obedient husband-to-be had been instructed to drive
down to Devon the previous evening to pick up their mother. Christopher and Silvy were travelling down from London with their twin girls, who were to be bridesmaids. The only family member missing was Roger, who by living in Vancouver was the only one to escape the military operation. Sensibly, he had already indicated that he would be there on the day, but not before.
The date of her Big Day had been seared into their brains and anyone who did not attend was in danger of being excommunicated. Not that Rob could see anything wrong with that, but he wisely kept his own council. Over the years, their mother attempted to mold Sara into her own rigid, bigoted image, and throughout her life had spoiled her rotten in an attempt to make her stay in line. So far, it was working a treat.
Rob and Geri saw their role to be one of creating a little mischief if things got too boring. Christmas was a case in point. Nothing like a well-timed fart in church, or spiking their eldest brother's orange juice, to get the party started. They knew it was immature, but it was the only way to get through the obligatory family gatherings.
On the whole, Rob tried to avoid having anything to do with his family, even more so after Sandy had thrown him out. Being told he was useless on a regular basis did not do wonders for his self-esteem. But Geri had insisted, mainly because she did not want to face such torture on her own. She had incurred her mother's disapproval by not marrying Simon. It made no difference at all that he had not asked her yet. "Living in sin" was one of their mother's top five highways to Hell. Divorce was another. And being homosexual topped the lot.
Which meant that Rob was truly screwed, having been guilty of all three. All he had to do was commit adultery and throw himself in front of a train and he would receive his platinum executive ticket to Satan's Grotto. It caused him no loss of sleep whatsoever.
Geri seemed uncharacteristically anxious as Rob walked into the bar to meet her. She leapt off her seat to greet him.
'I promise you, I had no idea,' she gabbled. 'If I had, I would have told you.'
'What are you talking about?' He could feel his good humour dissipating like a slow puncture in a car tire.
Geri took a deep breath. 'Sandy's here. Apparently, she's going to be Matron of Honour after all.'
Rob felt his body stiffen. 'What the hell? Seriously?'
'She's in the dining room, Rob. They're all waiting for us. Nice suit, by the way. Are you sure you didn't know already?'
'Of course I didn't know!' He took a deep breath. It wasn't Geri's fault. 'Sorry, sis. Jesus!' He paced around. 'Of all the times...'
'Yeah. Sara said she's aware the decree absolute came in recently. Her view is that you would get over it by then. Don't shoot the messenger!' She added, throwing her hands up to ward him off.
'Christ!' Rob massaged his temples, took a deep breath and at once calmed down. Sandy didn't have the power to upset him any more. He was a gay man who had just spent the most glorious night in the arms of a charming stranger. His ex-wife had lost the power to hurt him.
He breathed in deeply again and let it out. Geri was anxiously watching him. 'Let's do this,' he said. 'To be honest, I'm more pissed off because no-one apart from you seems to give a flying fig about how I feel. Sometimes I think I'm no longer part of this family, just some random stranger who wanders in and irritates people from time to time. So that's fine, but if Sara thinks she's getting that Silver Shadow from Paul she'll have to think again. No way in hell.' He marched off towards the dining room. Geri trotted after him.
'Oh, this is going to be good,' she muttered. 'Back on form at long last. I guess man sex is good for you.'
Together they walked into the ornate dining room. Geri had come to the lunch without Simon. Because they weren't married, their mother had specifically stated that he was not welcome, even though they had been together for over five years. Now she looked around her and humphed disapprovingly.
'I wonder whose paying for this little shindig?'
'Chris, probably. He always gets stumped for this kind of gathering. It's another reason I'm glad I'm not still in corporate finance.' Rob wondered when Lex was going to leave. If he saw him again he was not sure how to react.
As was the custom, Geri and Rob were the last to arrive. Everyone was waiting for them, seated at a large round table. Rob felt the weight of their stares as he walked the length of the room to join them. On the way, he passed the table where he and Lex had sat the night before, and he shuddered deliciously at the memory of what he had been doing for half the night.
Sandy was watching him approach. She looked wary. He gave her a curt nod.
'Good old Geri, living her late life,' Sara said sarcastically.
'I didn't have to come.' Geri gave her an arch look as she plumped down on the over-stuffed chairs. She bounced up and down on it. 'Ooh, springy!'
'Don't you have a watch?' Mother said crisply to Rob.
'I left it at home.' He pressed a kiss to her powdered cheek, just for the satisfaction of feeling her recoiling from him. That morning he had combed his hair in the style his father had always worn just so that the resemblance between them was even more marked. He took pleasure in seeing her shudder. It was malicious, but no more so than her unwarranted rejection of him.
Christopher and Silvy's two little girls sat obediently, colouring in pictures and being looked after exclusively by their mother. Rob liked Silvy. She was a pretty and blonde in a wholesome country way, and seemed to put up with her pompous husband with the patience of a nun. She was the primary reason that Rob still spoke to his older brother. He must have something about him to keep an angel like Silvy from flying away.
Silvy smiled conspiratorially at Geri and Rob and continued to be ignored by everyone else. It was rather fun knowing there was an ally in the camp. Geri and Rob grinned back at her like mischievous twelve-year-olds.
Wedding talk dominated the conversation. Rob was painfully aware of the arrowing glances of his mother, ex-wife and younger sister, aimed squarely at him as he tried to enjoy his roast beef. He pointedly ignored all of them, drank far too much wine and directed most of his conversation towards Geri and Silvy.
At the point where Geri had decided not to top up his glass any more, Sara called for everyone's attention.
'There's a first dress fitting for the five bridesmaids in two weeks time,' she said importantly. 'It will be much easier if we all do it together. Here's an itinerary so you know where to be and at what time.' She started handing round A4 sheets of paper. Silvy was whispering to Christopher, 'but the twins are going to a party that day!' Christopher shrugged, as if there was nothing to be done about it.
'Five bridesmaids!' Rob exclaimed. 'What do you need five for? I would have thought two was plenty.' He glowered at Sandy as he said it.
'It isn't up to you, is it?' Sara snapped at him. 'All you have to do is turn up at the wedding and try not to get drunk.'
'Well, I might not be there at all. I might be in New York.'
It had the desired effect. The table went quiet.
'You can't be!' Sara was furious. 'You know how important this is to me!'
'Yes, it's important to you. My life is important to me. Sorry.' He made the last word as insincere as he could, but inside, his heart was beating fast. He could not believe he had actually left Lex in bed so he could put up with this shit. With every fibre of his being, he wanted to be with him.
'I'm surprised you can afford it,' Mother said archly, the first words she had spoken directly to him since his arrival.
'That's none of your bloody business.' Rob kept his voice calm with an effort.
'Steady on,' Christopher said reasonably. 'Don't talk to Mother like that.'
'I don't see why not. She's barely said one decent word to me for five years!'
'Not in front of the children!' Mother was outraged.
'Please keep your voice down,' Sara said primly. 'We don't want the hotel thinking we're from a council estate.'
'That would never do, would it?' Robin snarled at her.
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'What's got into you?' His mother snapped. 'This is supposed to be a nice family occasion!'
'So why the hell did you invite her?' He motioned at Sandy, still stone-faced on the other side of the table.
Geri waded in. 'This is your fault, Sara. What the hell were you thinking, inviting Sandy to be a bridesmaid?'
'She's my best friend!'
'Even after she chucked Rob out on the street? Whatever happened to family loyalty?'
'You should be asking him that, not me! Swanning off on holiday when he knows I'm getting married. Anyway, he deserved it,' she added, as if Rob wasn't glaring at her across the table.
'You know nothing about it!' Rob was aware of other people watching them discreetly, attracted by their raised voices.
'Keep your voice down!' His mother hissed again.
'Sandy's my matron-of-honour and that's the end of it,' Sara said sharply. 'If you don't like it, you'll have to lump it, Rob. Surely even you can manage to be civil to her for a few hours? It's the least you can do on my Big Day.'
'No way,' Rob said flatly. The sense of rage he had been fighting at having to leave Lex to subject himself to this abject misery was boiling to the surface. 'Screw your Big Day, Sara. You're just a spoilt little bitch making everyone's life a misery. If Sandy is involved then I can't be there. You've always known that and I get what's happening. If you don't want me involved, I'd rather you come out and say it to my face.'
'I don't want you involved, especially behaving like this,' his mother said coldly. 'You're a disgrace to this family, Robin. You've ruined your marriage and you seem totally incapable of holding down a decent job. Now you're drunk and embarrassing everybody. It's time you grew up and took some responsibility for once in your life!'
'Fine. I'll start right now,' Rob leapt to his feet, narrowly avoiding a waiter with a platter full of food, and strode out of the dining room. He hoped no-one would try to follow him because right then he really wanted to hurt someone.
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