Martin reveled in the loving glances sent his way. The way Cecily Jensen laughed and praised both Byron and himself in equal measures, and the frequent touches Byron gave him. When Byron leaned across the table and kissed him on the lips, he almost came on the spot.
Lady Jensen laughed at what was, he guessed, his stunned expression.
"Martin, dear, get used to it. I'd be ashamed and saddened if the pair of you weren't open and honest in front of me. Now off you go, both of you. Go and do whatever you want and enjoy it. Remember, please practice safe sex, and if you are noisy, and the neighbors are around, take care to put the radio on loud or make sure the room is soundproofed. I really wouldn't care to see you in the Daily Gossip as Peer and Partner party on and upset the neighbors, or some such similar thing." She kissed and hugged them both.
Martin hoped his blush wasn't noticeable. If it were no doubt Lady J. would remark on it. She, as his own mother would say, had no filter between her thoughts and her speech.
"The family have already had that with me and your father, as you know, Byron. Ask him all about it, Martin…his peers took great pleasure in showing him the gossip rags when he was away at school. Only with us, it was peer and wife party on, and lose the handcuff keys. So embarrassing. We used those easy-open ones after that."
"And on that note, Mum, we're off. I don’t want to scare Martin away before we've really got started."
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"Your mother is amazing," Martin said as they settled themselves in a cab. "Has she really done half the things she hints at?"
"Yeah, and some. Her and dad used to buck the trend wherever possible. I was at school and they were at play. Wherever the fancy took them. Me being gay was no biggie. I know for a fact Mum and Dad swung both ways. Aunty Daffy and Uncle Bas—no relation to me, Mum, Dad, or each other—showed that."
"Daffy?" Martin asked.
"Short for Daffodil. Mum really is Cecily, after the herb, even if she insisted on Wisteria at one time. Bas was––is, Basil, and Dad was plain old Clarence, after his grandfather. They all called him Rance. Luckily, my mum was a fan of Lord Byron and I got that as a name. My grandfather was Montmorency. Can you imagine that?" He put his head to the intercom. "Third on the left, please."
The taxi drew to a stop and Byron thrust some bills through the slot for the driver. "Cheers, mate, keep the change." Byron slid out and Martin followed him. He knew Byron hadn't been in the house long, and as yet no one from the firm had visited. There had been some mutterings about ‘when's the housewarming?’ but Byron had brushed them to one side with the promise of 'when it's habitable'. Martin looked at the building with interest as Byron opened a gate in a tall thorn hedge and stood back to let Martin precede him.
"Habitable, but I didn't want people here, cos I was waiting for something. Now I know what the something is. You, here. First. Before anyone else. So it becomes ours."
Martin was speechless. He contented himself with patting Byron's shoulder and, he reckoned, grinning like a loon.
The honey-colored house stood tall and graceful. No cramped townhouse, it shrieked space and elegance. The window glass sparkled in the afternoon sunshine, and a slight breeze rustled the leaves in the trees that shaded the short drive. The whole thing was so unexpected in the heart of the city. Martin loved it.
"Stunning," he said as Byron punched in the security code at the door. "How did you find this?"
"Friend of a friend wanted to move to Cornwall. We did a deal. Cash, plus a loan of a cottage I have in that county for six months while they get the new place habitable. Hold on, there's another code to bung in and then…" He slid a cover over a number pad to one side, and touched several keys. "Done now. Remind me to give you the codes and stuff. Well, if you want them?" He sounded hesitant.
It was somewhat of a relief to Martin to know Byron was as unsure as he himself was. It was all so new, unfamiliar and too precious to spoil or rush. Martin nodded. "Please."
He turned and before Martin had time to draw breath, he felt Byron's lips on his. He opened his mouth to welcome Byron's tongue and scented the fresh minty smell of after-dinner mints, combined with the deep warm aroma of red wine.
Byron groaned and the sound reverberated around Martin's throat. Martin dragged Byron closer. Uncaring of the fact they hadn't got past the front hall, he ground his hard, erect, and sadly, still clothed cock against Byron's long hard length.
"Fuck, Martin." Byron panted. He pulled Martin's shirt from his waistband and slid his hands upward across Martin’s chest until he reached his nipples. Then he pinched.
The combination of the goose bumps he raised on Martin's sensitive chest, plus the short, sharp nip to the tiny, hard nubs made Martin groan, "Fuck it more."
"I had intended to at least woo you into bed. But I'll be hard pressed to get past the first stair." Byron's fingers teased and stroked Martin, until Martin's mind was a rainbow of colors and sensations and not much else.
Oh yeah, I so agree. Martin swallowed hard to help eradicate the dryness in his throat. His mouth was hollow, and he needed to show he had the same ideas, to say please I want it all and to explain everything that went through his mind. He couldn't form the thoughts let alone the sentences. He went for basics instead.
"Fuck's the word. Soon, fast, now, here. Stair this time, bed next?" Martin moved his hands to the button on the waistband of Byron's trousers, and fumbled with the metal closure behind it. He slid his hand between Byron's cock and the zip. The last thing he wanted was to pinch the skin.
"Yeah, oh shit, my hand’s shaking. Breathe in." Martin felt Byron's hands on his zip, the sides of the material parted, and then Martin's cock sprung free and waved hello. The cool air did nothing to deflate it.
Byron laughed. "Oh, nice. Commando, ready, willing, and able." He bent and moved to use his hot tongue to lave the length.
Martin shivered and his skin stung with tiny pinpricks of delight. Damned if he couldn't come just from that one long caress. He bit his tongue to stop himself flying over the abyss, and concentrated on taking Byron's trousers and boxers off. It was damned hard when his pre-cum trickled along his length and Byron licked it like it was the nectar of the gods.
The head of Byron's dick caught in his clothes and Martin swore as he released it. It was taking too much time.
Byron lifted his head and let Martin's prick drop with a gentle thud against Martin's leg. Byron kicked his trousers and underwear away from his ankles. Martin took hold of Byron's prick and stroked it. He used the tiny drops of pre-cum that slid down the head, to lubricate the length.
"Shit, I need lube. I want to fuck you, Mart. Deep, hard and long. But I need a rubber and lube. They're upstairs."
"Then many hands make light work and we can go heavy later?" Martin kept up a slow steady stroke. "And we have four hands, two mouths and anything else we can think of." He used his own mouth to add extra lubrication to Byron's cock.
"True. Strip."
Martin lifted his head. "Sure? Cos I'm somewhat occupied at the moment."
"Oh, I'm sure. I have a need to see you bollocks naked. Oh, and to see your bollocks." Byron laughed deep in his throat. That sexy, sensual noise hitched Martin's libido even higher.
Byron slid back a few inches and moved his hands to the buttons of his shirt. "Last one naked is a sissy. Winner choses what happens."
Martin sniggered. "You've got a head, or should that be, a cock's start." He slid his trousers down his legs and hopped around to get them off his feet whilst he dealt with shirt buttons and cufflinks. Byron deliberately toyed with the last button holding his shirt together. Then, just as Martin threw his second cufflink onto the hall table, Byron took off his shirt and stood buck-naked in front of Martin. He did a little shimmy and his erect cock swayed in time to the flick of his hips. It was stupid and fun. Martin couldn't remember the last time he felt so horny and so carefree at the same time. Sex was supposed to be heat inducing, spine tingling, cum-gathering enjoyment, and he re
alized it hadn't been. Not for ages.
"I win. I chose me in you. In our bed." Byron raised his fists in the air in a victory wave. "Oh yeah."
"Our bed?" Martin said.
Byron flushed. "Hopefully." His face took on a worried expression and Martin cursed his lack of tact. He wanted to sound happy and hopeful but his own self-doubt had made Byron second-guess himself.
"Sounds so right." Martin licked his lips very slowly and deliberately. "Lead on and show me."
Byron grinned. "Lucky we decided to be flexible, eh?"
"Couldn't do it any other way."
They ran up the stairs together, hand in hand, giggling like a pair of overgrown school kids.
"This way." Byron opened a door and pulled Martin through the doorway after him.
The size of the bed was enough to make Martin's jaw drop.
"Bloody hell, By. We'll need a map to find each other in that. Are we going to hold an orgy on it? If it's only us two I'll lose you among the pillows."
"No. No orgy, unless it's an orgy for two." Byron stopped dead and stared at Martin. "Shit, you're not into that, are you? I'm a jealous sort of guy…all mine, and I don't share."
Was that anxiety he could hear in Byron's voice? Martin rushed to reassure Byron. "Thank god for that, because neither do I. Hell, I've waited so long for this, I couldn't share if my life depended on it. I'm selfish."
"Good. So my dibs to direct, eh?"
Martin nodded. If it meant he was going to play with Byron in any shape or form, then he'd happily sit back and be directed. This time.
"Then will you get on the bed, on your back and let me show you?" Byron asked with more that a little dominance in his tone. He might have asked, but it was a directive by any other name.
Martin didn't think he'd ever moved so fast in his life.
Chapter Four
In pure lustful pleasure, Byron watched Martin's arse clench as Martin scrambled onto the bed, rolled over and stretched out on his back with his head on two pillows. The deep golden linen was a perfect foil for Martin's dark hair. Byron wondered if he'd subconsciously chosen it with Martin in mind? The silver ring through one of Martin's nipples shouted 'tug me, pull me', to Byron as he took in the sight in front of him. Martin really did have an exceptional body. Toned, but not over muscular. Tanned but not leathery, and sprinkled with that dark hair that matched the color of the short brown hair on his head, and surrounded his prick. Byron didn't know whether to salivate or genuflect at the sight.
"Well, Boss?" Martin waggled his ears and crossed his eyes, two tricks Byron envied. Combined with a cock—coated with pre cum—that stood up proudly out of its nest of hair, and the faint sheen of perspiration that covered his body, it could have been silly, but it wasn't. It was climax inducing, erotic thoughts and needs.
"Oh, very well." Byron walked slowly across the carpeted floor to the edge of the bed, and opened the cupboard placed along side of it.
He took out condoms and lube and handed them to Martin before climbing on to the mattress to kneel at Martin’s feet.
Carefully, Byron lifted Martin's legs, so Martin's heels rested on Byron's shoulders, and his ass was a few inches off the sheets. The perfect position to fill him. Then he took the condom packet and slid the latex sheath out of it.
"Next time I'm going to ask you to put this on me. This time I want to come in you, not on you, so I daren't. Will you hand fuck yourself, Mart? Show me what you like while I get ready to cock fuck you?"
Martin's eyes blazed, and he licked his lips.
Fuck, that's sexy.
"My pleasure."
"And mine." Byron rolled the condom on with more haste than finesse. His hand shook as he smothered it with lube, and guided the tip of his cock towards Martin's ass.
Martin stroked his own prick from tip to base, very slowly.
He licked his lips and moved his gaze from Byron's face, downward toward where Byron held himself almost stroking the skin between Martin's ass and balls.
"Fuck it, Martin, I'm shaking. I've wanted this for so long, and now I'm almost there I'm worried I won't be good for you. I want you so much. I'm scared shitless that I'll fuck you too hard or come like a kid in a sweetie shop."
"Too much and be sick?"
"Nah, all at once." Byron controlled his erratic breathing as best he could and pushed against the ring of muscles that guarded Martin’s ass hole. "Sweet lord, you're so tight. It's fucking perfect."
Martin groaned. "Push, for god's sake. Fill me, fuck me, and let's both fly." He lifted his ass even higher in the air. Byron gently tugged Martin closer and slowly pushed his cock into Martin's ass. His body shook with the effort of taking time and care and not succumbing to a ‘bull in a china shop’ moment. Martin's sphincter muscles held Byron tight as he edged inwards.
"Now, got to be now," Martin almost sobbed the words, as his hands flew over his prick. "I want to come as I feel you fill me."
The panted plea was enough to convince Byron to push. His cock sank through the ring of muscles that guarded Martin’s passage and pushed home.
Martin's eyes glazed over and his breath came in jerky beats.
Byron began a steady push and relaxed, as his cock swelled and gained heat from its cocoon inside Martin. Rolls of heat pulsed through him, as his skin tingled and the roaring in his ears increased. His world shrank to the room, their breath harsh and erratic and the feel of his cock held tightly.
"Gonna come." He groaned the words as he watched Martin's cock gather pre-cum over its head. Martin used the liquid to coat his hand and then stroked one slick digit over Byron's lips. The sweet, salty, musky, taste of his lover was like Manna to Byron. He sucked eagerly, pleased to see that Martin still continued to play with himself. If that sharp up and down movement could be called playing.
Now if only he could summon up the energy and had the ability to be a contortionist, he'd be able to give Martin a helping hand. However as he watched the erotic show, Byron was glad he couldn't and wasn't. A voyeur was so much better. He concentrated on holding his climax in check.
Martin stiffened. "Now." He shouted the words. His cum shot out of his cock to coat his hands and Byron's chest.
It was all Byron needed. His own cum sped out of him and filled the condom as he spilled over the edge and roared his release.
The only noise in the room was that of their labored breaths, which mingled together.
"Got to rest, just for a sec," Byron wheezed the words as outside a car horn blared.
Both men jumped, and Byron's softening cock, slid out of Martin.
"Argh, not as good as going in," Martin muttered.
"No, sorry. Are you okay?" Byron slumped to one side of his lover. "Sheesh, I know I needed to rest, but not so dramatically. Are you okay? I do generally try for a bit more finesse, but I was so sated and relaxed that the horn made me start."
Martin stretched his hands over his head. The action tightened his skin over his muscles, and his toned body almost perked Byron's cock up once more. Almost, but not quite. His spirit might be ready, but his flesh sadly wasn't.
"Okay? Hmm, I'm not sure that's quite the right word to use. Spectacularly sated, perhaps. Give me an hour or so to decide. I'm too fucked to string words together."
"Oh, my lord." Byron slid his hand over Martin's chest. "For someone who can't talk, you don't half rabbit on. I hope, hope to hell that was as good for you as it was for me." He twisted some of the hairs that covered Martin’s chest between his fingers, and then slid his pinkie through the ring on Martin's nipple. Next time, if there is a next time…
"Cos now I've been in you, there's no way I can go anywhere else," Byron said, and held his breath.
Martin snorted. "You might have to."
Byron's skin crawled, and a heavy weight settled in his stomach. Was this the big heave ho? "Explain?"
"Well, you did say we would take turns. So maybe that means a turn at cock sucking as well?"
Byron leaned up on
one elbow and stared at Martin, who winked.
"Sorry, couldn't resist. Hell, Byron, you didn't need to ask. Now I'm here, I surely don't want to stray. God almighty, it's a wonder my water bill wasn't astronomical, the number of cold showers I've taken since I started working for you. I'm staying … if you let me. If you want me."
"Oh, shit. Of course I do." Byron rolled on top of Martin, took the nipple ring between his teeth and tugged gently. The growl that rumbled through Martin was Byron's reward. The scent of his lover—musky male and earthy man—was an extra treat. Byron continued the roll until Martin was on top of him.
Thank god for wide beds.
"I'm all yours."
"Yeah." Martin dipped his head and kissed Byron. At the same time he slipped his hand between them and began to caress Byron's cock. It responded with Pavlovian fervor.
"That's so good to know. I'm going to savor the thought and savor your cock." Martin turned around until his head was next to Byron's prick. His hot breath feathered over Byron's skin, and Byron's cock hardened instantly. Talk about a turn on. As Martin took the tip of Byron's dick in his mouth, Byron almost came on the spot.
"Gonna repay the favor?" Martin mumbled around Byron's prick, and then ran his teeth along the length. Byron groaned. It was heaven. All those tiny nips and tugs were so bloody perfect that he had to clamp down on his inclination to come.
"Definitely." Byron opened his mouth and closed it midway along Martin's dick. As he began a suck, lick, nip, swallow the pre-cum action, he felt Martin's cock swell ever harder. His own cock was in the same state. Who would come first was debatable. Byron renewed his efforts and let his body do as it chose.
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