Without turning on the light, Scott relieved himself and washed his hands, hoping to catch a few more hours sleep before dawn. He had no idea what the time was, but it was still dark, which meant – as it was August – it would be hours before the alarm went off.
He padded back towards the bedroom, but the sound of whimpering caught his ear. He paused and listened. It was coming from the spare bedroom. Scott’s heart squeezed with sadness. Edward…
Scott noticed that there was light spewing out from the crack around the doorframe. He crept along the hallway; the whimpering continued.
He knocked lightly. “Edward? Are you alright?”
The whimpering stopped with a sharp gasp. Edward was probably embarrassed.
“Edward? Is it okay if I come in?”
A thin voice said, “Yeah.”
Scott pushed the door open and stepped inside. At Paul’s insistence, this room was much more neutral than the rest of the house – just in case either set of parents came to stay and didn’t fancy sleeping in an art installation – Paul’s words. The walls were painted magnolia and the furniture was wooden and sensible. It was like being in someone else’s house.
Scott saw that young Edward was still dressed in his bathrobe, and he was slouched against the headboard. He’d swept his hair back now so it wasn’t in his eyes anymore, and his face was clean, but his cheeks were streaked with tears.
“Hey,” Scott said. “You wanna talk? Did you have a bad dream?”
His voice quivered. “I dreamt I was being beaten up. I was… I was scared.”
“Aw, it’s okay.” Scott sat down on the bed and instinctively hugged him. Edward sunk into Scott’s arms and rested his head on his bare chest. He was warm, but his face was damp from the tears.
Edward spoke quietly. “I tried looking for that guy in the mirror, but all I saw was a loser. A filthy fucking dropout.”
Scott stroked his hair. “You just need to be patient. He’ll turn up.”
Edward raised his face and they shared a moment of tender eye contact.
Scott smiled. “He’s in there. I can see him.”
Edward’s expression sunk as his emotion cracked. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with my life, Scott! I feel cheap and dirty – like a fucking object. Like my only worth is to give sad men cheap thrills behind their wife’s back. And, god, do they moan about how unhappy their marriages are? I feel like punching them half the time.”
“What kinds of things did you do for them? We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
“It’s okay. I want to.” Edward eased himself out of Scott’s arms. “I don’t tend to do anything more than oral. I did anal a couple of times when they offered me a good price, but it was fucking horrible because they were rough and it hurt.”
“God, you poor thing. And did you always see the same guys?”
“Sometimes. I do have regulars, but they get bored easily so they look for the new boys. It’s hurtful in a strange way.”
“But you get plenty of… er… trade?”
“Yeah, mostly. But there have been nights when I’ve stood there freezing my bollocks off and haven’t earned a penny. I don’t know how anyone could think this is a glamorous job – it’s fucking horrible. And do you know the worst part? A few months ago I stupidly started to fall for one of my clients.”
“Really?”
Edward fiddled with the belt of his bathrobe. “Yeah. He was wealthy and, I don’t know why, but I started to think he’d save me from this fucked-up mess.”
Sympathy twisted in Scott’s chest. “Did you fall in love with him?”
Edward laughed cynically. “Sort of. We talked; he took me out to dinner. He was married to a woman – most of them are. I guess gay men go to saunas… Anyway, he hinted that he might leave his wife to be with me. Or maybe it was me reading too much into it. I did anal with him, both ways. It was nicer than the other times. He was more tender.”
“What happened to him? Did you tell him how you felt?”
“Nah, he dropped me suddenly. Got bored, I s’pose. I hadn’t heard from him for a week-or-so, then I saw him with another guy – a proper escort – from an agency – not a faggy little rent boy like me. Those escort boys get paid shitloads more than we do. I guess he’d had fun slumming it and wanted the high class stuff.”
Scott squeezed Edward on the shoulder. “Don’t say that about yourself. No one’s better than anyone else.”
“I fucking hate rich people. I hate them. I’ll never let myself get sucked in by another guy. I’ll just concentrate on sucking them off.”
Scott wanted to tell him not to give up on people. On men. There were plenty of wonderful men out there. But he knew his words would sound empty after everything this poor kid had been through.
Scott frowned. “So why didn’t you join an escort agency, if they’re paid better?”
“Oh, I did try. But they already had enough boys who looked like crack-whores. Apparently the market is flooded with the crack-whore-chic look. Believe me, Scott, I’ve tried every fucking agency in London – acting, modelling, film extras. There’s no work around, so I –”
Edward’s voice cracked and he chewed his lip. Scott realised he was about to start crying again. He scrunched up his eyes and furrowed his brow, trying to get a grip.
Scott reached out and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. “It’s okay. Come ‘ere.”
Edward bent at the waist and buried his face in Scott’s chest. Scott hugged him tightly, which seemed to send him over the edge, and the pain burst out in hysterical sobs. Scott stroked his hair as his pent-up agony gushed out like a tsunami, raining tears over Scott’s bare flesh. The tsunami gradually eased off into a rainstorm, and he sniffled as the storm became a trickle. Scott refused to let him go until he was ready. He vowed never to push away this person – not after all the rejections he’d had. So they stayed like that in silence; Scott with his arms around Edward – and with Edward’s cheek propped up on Scott’s toned pec. Scott closed his eyes and tried to imagine what sort of a night this young man would’ve had if Paul hadn’t found him. A bloody horrible one, no doubt.
Scott listened as Edward breathed more slowly and deeply. Then he began to snore.
Scott craned his neck to look down and saw that Edward had nodded off. He chuckled kindly. The sound of a floorboard squeaking seized his attention, and he glanced up to find Paul by the door, in all his naked glory, watching compassionately.
“Poor guy,” Paul whispered.
“He’s really been through it. He’s had his heart broken, too.”
Paul smiled gently. “Well, he’s lucky he’s got your pecs as a pillow. I know how comfy they are.”
They shared a loving gaze. Scott started to ease himself out from under Edward’s deadweight body. “I’m coming back to bed.”
“I hope he’ll be alright.”
“I think he needed a cuddle and someone to listen to him.”
Scott joined Paul by the door. They hugged tenderly.
Paul kissed him on the lips. “You’re a good man, Scott Bradshaw. One in a million.”
“Come on, let’s go back to bed. Maybe we can set the alarm for half an hour earlier, and see what fun we can get up to when we wake!”
Chapter Eight
Paul opened his eyes and smiled. The sun was streaming in through the flowery curtains and the bed was ultra-comfy; life was good. He turned his head to glance at his beloved and saw that he was grimacing in his sleep. Scott let out a distressed groan, so Paul reached over to wake him from his bad dream, but then he pulled his hand away as he realised there was a rubbing sound coming from further down the bed. Paul’s gaze followed the sound, and he realised that Scott was masturbating in his sleep, enjoying an erotic dream.
Paul grinned as arousal fluttered through him. He wondered whether he should join in, but Scott seemed engrossed in what he was doing on his own. How exciting! Paul couldn’t remember
how many years it’d been since he’d woken up to find Scott having a latent wank. It was a little subversive – like being teenagers again. Although Paul’s standards were slightly higher these days and he was tempted to pull down the blankets before Scott ejaculated all over their nice clean sheets.
Too late. Scott suddenly groaned and woke himself up. His hand stopped pumping and he stared frozen at the ceiling, gasping for breath.
“Good morning,” Paul said. “Nice dream?”
Scott’s hand jolted under the covers. “Shit, I’m all sticky.”
Paul kissed him on the cheek. “It’s okay – I’ll wash the sheets later.”
“That hasn’t happened to me for a long time.”
“It was very sexy to watch. Were you thinking about Harry?”
“No, of course not!”
Paul had been joking, but Scott’s defensiveness confirmed that he probably had been.
Paul chuckled tenderly. “It’s okay, babes. You’re allowed to be unfaithful to me in your dreams. Just as long as you stay mine in reality!”
Scott smirked. “I wasn’t thinking about him, okay!”
Paul nibbled Scott’s ear. “Right, okay – whatever you say. Well, you’d better get ready for work so you can see him in the flesh, hadn’t you? But first, let me remind you why you married me!”
Scott grinned. “I’m gonna need a shower. I’m covered in my own spunk!”
Paul chuckled. “Good idea; I’ll join you in the shower and cover you in my spunk!”
They gazed at each other mischievously, then they climbed out of bed and raced across the hallway towards the bathroom.
Paul loved this bathroom. The separate shower area had been a selling point for him when they’d first found this gorgeous apartment. It was the height of luxury. It reminded Paul of his schooldays when – after gym class – the boys had all been forced to run through a tiled area, where wall-mounted showers would trickle cold water over their shivering naked bodies. It was doubly worse for Paul, because being surrounded by all those fit young boys had been incredibly arousing – and highly embarrassing. The boys would always check each other out, and then torment anyone who’d had a boner.
But this wonderful shower was only like the high school’s torturous one in shape and size. The tiles were gleaming white in here, and the powerful jets shot warm soft water from the stylish walls. Gone were the school bullies – now the only other person around was Scott – who was always keen for Paul’s boner, whenever they showered together.
Scott reached out and twisted the dial, causing water to burst out of the walls on either side, so they were sandwiched by a waterfall of warmth. The pattering sound of the water reminded Paul of a comforting rainstorm and, as the room quickly began to fill up with soothing steam, his body relaxed and his cock hardened.
Scott stepped under the flow of the nearest jet and splayed his legs, then he leaned forward and pressed his palms against the tiled wall. Paul gazed at his husband’s gorgeous tight buns – rocketing his lust up another level. Scott knew Paul was watching, so he raised his arms and posed with his hands behind his head, glancing over his shoulder to throw Paul a sexy grin.
“Come and get it,” Scott purred.
Paul was suddenly gripped by a desperate urge to thrust his cock into that tight ass. He stepped behind Scott so their thighs were touching, and they kissed over Scott’s shoulder. Paul reached down and squeezed Scott’s butt cheeks roughly in his hands, relishing the feel of the soft flesh covering the toned muscle. Scott swayed his hips like a lap-dancer, rubbing his crack over Paul’s straining erection, which felt incredible.
Scott reached over and grabbed the pot of lube they kept on the shampoo shelf. He passed it to Paul, then he lowered his hand and took a-hold of his own cock and started to masturbate – legitimately this time, rather than furtively under the bed covers. Scott rested his other hand on the slippery tiles in front of him, leaning invitingly for Paul to do whatever he wanted. Paul watched eagerly as Scott sped up the rhythm of his wrist. He dragged his eyes away from the live-wank show, and squirted some lube onto his fingers, then he reached down to his husband’s gorgeous ass. Scott groaned like an animal as Paul eased two fingers into his rim, then he slid them in and out slowly and attentively, treating Scott to a finger-fuck and loosening him up for the main event. Scott pushed back against Paul’s fingers, encouraging him to go deeper. He glanced over his shoulder again and grinned – already getting lost in pleasure. Watching Scott enjoying himself sent erotic thrills through Paul, and he thrust his hips hungrily, skimming his rock-hard cock between Scott’s thighs and over his balls. The feeling was delicious, but it was nothing compared to where this was leading – soon he’d be fucking Scott’s tight, warm, wonderful ass.
With the soaring sounds of the warm water soothing him, Paul massaged the lube into his own erection, relishing the coolness on his cock, as the temperature in the bathroom grew humid – and the sizzles of arousal ricocheted off the tiles.
“Ready for me, cupcake?” Paul asked.
Scott looked over his shoulder and they shared a grin. “Always ready for you, muffin.”
Scott let go of his cock and braced himself for what was about to happen. He pressed both palms against the tiled wall and tilted his pelvis upwards – offering Paul his ass.
Paul slapped him playfully on the butt, making him giggle and groan, then he grabbed both Scott’s hips and angled his cock towards Scott’s crack.
He lowered his mouth to his husband’s ear. “Harry’s on his knees for you, darling. Licking your balls and sucking you off. Can you feel his sweet lips wrapping around your big cock?”
Scott’s eyes scrunched up and he panted. Paul reached around and grabbed Scott’s huge erection, gripping him hard and moving his wrist rapidly – taking his man towards ecstasy. Then he grabbed his own cock and moved it nearer to Scott’s rim. He gently thrust his hips forward and eased the head into Scott’s ass, slowly pushing the tip inside. Even with the lube, Scott was tight, which felt glorious, albeit slightly uncomfortable at first.
Taking great care to be gentle, Paul rocked his hips and eased himself deeper inside. Scott was tense in front of him now, so he paused for breath, and resumed jerking Scott off – which he’d momentarily ceased, to concentrate on the penetration.
Scott relaxed his buttocks and exhaled as the masturbating distracted him from the discomfort up his ass.
“Can I continue?” Paul whispered.
Scott threw a smile over his shoulder. “Please!”
With one last thrust, Paul pushed his cock completely inside Scott, making them both groan loudly. Being connected with his man in this way was so tender, yet incredibly arousing. Paul scooped his pelvis under and ground his hips in a steady rhythm, as Scott’s head dropped backwards onto his shoulder. Scott was grinning madly – he was already starting to lose control. Paul wrapped the hand of his non-wanking arm around Scott’s stomach, drawing himself closer and making Scott yelp with joy. The intense pleasure merged with the steamy air and swirled around them. Paul’s mind surged with delight as he pounded harder and harder into Scott’s gorgeous body.
Paul kissed Scott hungrily on the lips, then he quickened the pace, relishing the intense thrill of sliding his cock in and out of Scott’s perfect body, while continuing to jerk him off in front.
Paul opened his mouth to grunt out a sentence. “I love the thought of Harry sucking your cock, while I’m back here, fucking you hard; reminding you of who you belong to.”
“Ah, me too!”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You… Paul!”
Scott’s body suddenly tensed and he let out a guttural cry of joy before he shot his load all over Paul’s fingers. The sound of Scott climaxing threw Paul over the edge and his own orgasm climaxed, punching lustful elation through his thrusting hips. Paul’s mind melted into the universe as his pleasure exploded, and he instinctively thrust even deeper into Scott. His muscles tensed and his body
flooded with absolute joy. He heard himself – faraway – call out to Scott that he loved him; but really, it was as if they were the same person now, flying together in paradise. This was perfection – the powerful sense of possessing his man entirely, filling him up and sending him to another plane of reality, where only joy existed. Fucking Scott up the ass was primal and animal, yet it bound them and bonded them in a very human way.
Paul opened his eyes and he panted, pulling Scott’s damp body against his. His mind washed with contented love. The steam – and his swirling mind – caused the room to spin for a moment. But he slowly floated back to reality, feeling content and focusing on his beloved, whose head was still resting back on his shoulder. He grinned at Paul in awe.
“I love you,” Scott said. “My fucking horny sexy queer husband.”
Paul burst into euphoric laughter, causing his semi-hard cock to twitch inside Scott, which treated them both to another dollop of pleasure.
He kissed his wonderful man on the lips. “I love you, too, cupcake. It’s such an honour to be with you. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Chapter Nine
Scott dressed in a pair of smart linen trousers and a pussybow sleeveless shirt, hoping to look reasonably conventional for the buyers who were coming to the gallery later. He grabbed a towel to dry his hair en-route to the kitchen, and strolled in to find Paul sitting at the table, surrounded by coffee, croissants, and a fresh fruit salad. It was so different to yesterday’s birthday blow job. But still just as welcome.
Scott kissed Paul and sat down next to him, feeling very civilised as the radio soothed them with classical music.
He reached out and grabbed a croissant. “Thank you for this, hotstuff.”
“You’re welcome.”
They shared a smile and held hands. A deep feeling of honey-love seeped through Scott’s heart.
Paul chewed his croissant. “I just popped my head into the spare room. Edward’s still sleeping peacefully.”
“Aw. He needed a good night’s sleep, bless him.”
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