The door buzzer interrupted Scott. Edward stood up suddenly, flinging his chair back behind him.
Scott held out his hands. “Sit down; I’ll get it. And don’t get too excited. It might not be him. Watch the pasta, please, Paul.”
Scott strode out into the hallway, trying to control his own nerves. He hoped this was Harry because he was desperate for the two youngsters to sort everything out. But Mr Sawhney’s threat about getting him fired had derailed him. Scott knew his boss loved him and he was sure she’d probably take his side, but Mr Sawhney was generous to the gallery. This could end badly.
Scott eased open the front door and gazed at a forlorn Harry on the doormat. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and looking much more casual than he’d done at the party. Scott smiled sadly into his eyes then reached out and hugged him tight. Harry collapsed in his arms. He was taller than Scott, but slimmer. It was like hugging a young version of Paul.
“I was worried,” Scott said. “Are you okay?”
Harry stood straight. “Is Edward here?”
“Yeah. Come through. We’re just having dinner. Have you eaten?”
“I can’t eat.”
Scott chuckled kindly. They were both as bad as each other. “Don’t be silly, course you can. Come on.”
Unsurprisingly, Edward shot to his feet when Harry strolled into the kitchen. The dark labyrinths that had haunted his heart dissolved into fairy-dust and he smiled.
Harry loitered by the door and they gazed at each other with uncertainty. Scott stepped over to rescue the pasta – which Paul hadn’t stirred since he’d left the room.
The sauce boiled and bubbled, like the tension between the two young men. Scott grabbed a stack of plates and started to serve up, trying not to stare.
Edward made the first move. He shyly crept over to join Harry by the door, then he reached out and hugged him. Their embrace was awkward at first – Edward placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders and left far too much space between their bodies as he leaned in, so only their chests touched. Harry’s arms slowly eased around Edward’s back – pulling him closer – and Edward stepped forward so their pelvises were touching. Finally relaxing into it, Edward placed his head down on Harry’s shoulder, and they relished each other like long-lost lovers. After a few precious moments, Edward stood up straight and they gazed into each other’s eyes. Harry smiled – momentarily losing himself and forgetting his troubles. He leaned forward and kissed Edward tenderly on the lips. They both giggled.
Harry spoke dreamily. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
Edward grinned, caressing Harry’s cheek. “Babes, as you get older, you’ll learn that this is only now, not always. There’s a big difference between reacting and responding. Just wait until you’re nineteen, then you’ll understand.”
Scott chuckled, relieved to have the cheeky Edward back. Harry obviously had no idea what Edward was talking about, but he laughed anyway.
Scott plonked the plates of pasta on the table. “Come and sit down, you two.”
They remained standing, gazing at each other. Scott and Paul sat at the table and shared a tender smile, then Paul picked up his fork and started to eat.
“Harry, you didn’t tell your dad you were coming here did you?” Paul asked.
“No. why.”
Scott sighed. “He said something about getting me fired if I didn’t keep you two apart.”
Edward slung a hand on his hip. “Don’t worry, Scott; you’ve got dirt on him that’ll trump anything he can threaten you with.”
Harry’s brow crumpled. “What do you know about my father?”
The atmosphere buckled as the youngsters stared at each other. Edward’s body tensed, bracing himself to reveal the devastating news. Scott felt his own body prickle with electric worry. Was Edward really going to tell him the truth this time?
Eventually, Edward opened his mouth and mumbled, “He was my first client.”
Reality jolted and Harry’s muscles froze as if someone had hit the pause button. He gazed at Edward, speechless, trying to process what his ears had just heard. Scott decided he’d better intervene, so he inhaled to break the silence, but Harry suddenly came to life and charged bodily at Edward, pinning him roughly against the kitchen wall and knocking a plateful of pasta onto the floor on the way. Edward immediately fought back, but Harry leaned heavily into Edward’s shoulders, holding him down and shouting in his face that he was liar.
Scott rushed over as Harry drew back his fist, preparing to punch. Edward turned his face away and steadied himself for the impact, but Scott grabbed Harry and yanked him backwards, almost tripping over Paul who was now crouching on the floor, clearing up the spilt food.
Edward straightened his crumpled shirt. “Oh now you get angry! You didn’t fucking fight that hard for me, did you!”
Harry struggled in Scott’s arms. “This can’t be true! It’s not true! My father wouldn’t do that!”
He panted as Scott held him close – refusing to let go until he was sure the fury had dissipated.
“It’s true, Harry,” Scott said. “I heard him admit it myself.”
Harry’s eyes filled with tears. “How could you, Edward? How could you do this?”
“How could I? What about him! What about your mum?”
“I know, I know. God, I’m so sorry. Oh god, please forgive me for attacking you.”
Scott released him from his grip. “It’s okay to be shocked, Harry – I’m sure Edward understands, don’t you Edward?”
Edward wasn’t prepared to comment at this point. He simply looked away.
Harry rubbed his forehead wearily. “I’m just so fucking fed up with everyone fucking telling me what to do all the time!”
Harry’s gush of emotion ricocheted around the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. Scott had never heard him swear before, or even get passionate about anything. It was refreshing to see him letting it all out. His body shook fiercely in the aftermath of the shock. Edward gazed guiltily at him, but there was compassion in his kind eyes.
Harry panted. “I can’t believe this. You… and my father?”
Edward nodded. He smiled thinly. “Obviously I didn’t know he was your dad at the time.”
Harry’s angry expression cracked, transforming to affection. “Of course. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.”
They gazed at each other silently for a moment, unsure where to go next with this surreal conversation. But then a scrubbing sound whirred up from the floor, seizing Scott’s attention and filling the void. Scott glanced down to find Paul clearing up the spillage.
“Paul can that not wait?”
“It’ll stain – tomato sauce is almost impossible to remove if you don’t get it out straight away.” He smiled gently at Scott, then transferred his attention to Harry. “It’s nice to see you getting passionate about something. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Harry gazed down at Paul. He smiled, then laughed. Edward laughed, too. The tension swirled away like water down a drain. Edward threw his arms around Harry and they hugged tightly.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry said. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“It’s okay. I know it must be such a shock to discover that... I’m so glad you came here.”
“Me, too. But oh my god, but this is terrible. What a mess. My poor mother.”
Scott scooted back over to the stove and dished up another plate of pasta. Paul was now picking up the smashed crockery – finally satisfied that he’d scrubbed the expensive tiles clean.
“Come on, boys, sit down and eat. And then we can maybe try to think of a plan of action.”
They all sat around the table and tucked into their pasta.
“There’s only one plan of action,” Edward said to Harry. “We’ll go back and tell your family you’re not marrying a woman – not in three years’ time; not ever.”
Harry pushed his food around the plate. “I’m not sure, Edward.”
“You n
eed to stop being a coward. You’re not in India anymore and you’re eighteen years old.”
“Edward, you know I really, really like you, but I’m not sure if –”
“Don’t do it for me, Harry! Do it for yourself. You’re lucky to live here – in a country where you can be free. The only prison is your mind; the restrictions you put on yourself.”
“Very eloquent, Edward,” Paul said.
“But my culture says romantic love doesn’t last,” Harry said. “That it’s fleeting.”
“But Scott and Paul are still happy and in love. Okay, it’s true, Paul drives Scott crazy with his obsessive tidying, and Scott drives Paul crazy when he leaves his socks on the bathroom floor. But they love each other. They’ve been together since they were younger than us, and they’re still together now.”
Paul swallowed his mouthful. “But we are quite rare. Gay, straight, or anything in between. Most relationships don’t last.”
Scott kicked him under the table. “Paul – don’t deter them!”
“I’m just being honest, cupcake.”
“You guys aren’t listening,” Edward said. “This isn’t about me and Harry – of course this relationship probably won’t last. But what about Harry’s future relationships? He needs to tell his parents he’s gonna live his life the way he wants.”
Harry rested down his fork. “But they won’t pay for my education if I stand up to them now. Maybe after uni. I get what you’re saying, Edward, but you don’t understand my culture.”
“Will you shut up about your bloody culture! You’re British. If you wanna go to university then pay your own way – unless you want your parents to control you forever?”
“Of course not.”
Edward held his hand across the table. “Babes, I’ve learnt that the only way to be happy in this world is to take responsibility for yourself. You need to become an independent human being. Obviously there’s nothing wrong with accepting financial help, but if it comes at the price of your freedom – is that really okay?”
“It’s not just about money. I don’t want to lose my family. I love them.”
Edward didn’t seem to have an answer for this, so Scott interjected. “They’ll be angry at first, of course. But maybe… well, you’re their son and they love you. Perhaps you can work it out. You can have the best of both worlds if you’re willing to be brave.”
Harry glared at Edward. “I bet your parents don’t even know you were a sex worker.”
Edward chuckled cynically. “No… They don’t actually know I’m gay.”
“Edward, you bloody hypocrite!”
“It’s no big deal. I’ve just never had a boyfriend before, so I’ve never announced the news. But now I have. So I will.”
They shared a smile. Harry sat up tall. “Alright. We’ll go and see your parents tomorrow. And then mine. How’s that for a plan of action?”
“Very brave!” Scott said.
“Perfect.” Edward said. Mischievousness slunk over his face. “And I’ve got an idea for a more immediate plan of action.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this,” Paul said, sarcastically.
“Actually,” Edward said, “it’s more of a visual thing. Right Harry?”
Harry smirked into his pasta. “Oh, that.”
Scott frowned and exchanged a glance with Paul. “What is it, then?”
“Let’s just finish up dinner,” Edward said. “Then we’ll get down to it.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Paul sat next to Scott on the sofa, watching as Harry and Edward kissed and undressed each other. He realised that this must’ve been how Kate had felt when she’d been invited to watch their private sex show last year. Of course, that’d taken place in their run-down living room back at the old house. The luxury of this room – with its squashy sofas, ample floor space, and the soft comfortable rug – enhanced the sexy ambience. The music that Edward had put on a moment ago was sensual, and the warm evening weather made the atmosphere sizzle with excitement.
Edward had brought in one of the zebra-print kitchen chairs with him, which currently made the room look untidy – as if he was planning to change a light bulb – but Paul was optimistic that he knew what he was doing. He’d also asked for a tube of lubricant, which suggested that full penetration was on the agenda. Paul tried to control his shaking hands, but his body was already flashing with sweet lust – and they’d hardly even started.
Paul glanced over at Scott. His eyes were glued to the sight of the young men kissing a few feet in front of him. He and Paul had watched this exact scenario many times in porn clips, but having the guys here to perform for them was overwhelmingly hot. Scott’s hand was already probing around in his trousers, and Paul was sure that he and Scott wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off each other for very long.
Paul threw his attention back over Harry and Edward, and saw that Edward was nibbling Harry’s neck and lifting his T-shirt to reveal his gorgeous brown abdomen. Harry seemed to have gained some confidence in the last few days, and he was fondling his fingers over the front of Edward’s trousers – massaging his cock through the material of his jeans. Harry fumbled with Edward’s zipper, then he drew it down and eased his hand inside. Paul leaned forward, feeling his own cock throb with arousal. This was seriously steaming and he wasn’t sure how long he could sit and watch without touching himself or enlisting some help from Scott.
Harry stepped back from Edward and pulled his T-shirt off over his head, and Edward unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off – throwing it down to the floor. Harry drew Edward back into his arms again, and they kissed passionately – exploring each other’s naked top-halves – until Harry’s fingers made their way back down towards Edward’s cock. He tugged Edward’s erection free from his jeans and gripped it in his fingers, then he started to pump the shaft with his hand. Edward gasped with pleasure and grinned at his young lover. Harry kissed him gently on the lips. Then, without breaking eye contact, Harry dropped to his knees on the soft rug below – pulling down Edward’s jeans as he went. He eased the end of Edward’s cock into his mouth, and started sucking it like a popsicle.
Paul reached over to Scott’s cock and took it in his hand. They shared a smile. Scott grinned and sat back against the cushion, indicating that he’d like Paul to get his head down in his lap for a blowjob. Paul didn’t want to miss any of the live sex show – knowing this was for one night only – but he loved Scott and he wanted to please him. So he leaned over and bent at the waist, then plunged Scott’s hard-on into his mouth, not bothering with any teasy preamble – because the young men in front of them were doing more than enough of that.
Scott groaned throatily and ran his fingers through Paul’s hair. “Paul,” he whispered. “Thank you, but… you’re missing it…”
Paul eased Scott’s cock out of his mouth and sat up to look at the action again. He saw that Harry had stopped sucking Edward’s cock now, and they were both on their knees, kissing. Edward had delved his hand into Harry’s undone trousers, and he was jerking him off slowly. Harry was doing the same to Edward – they were both masturbating each other on their knees. Edward must’ve sensed that Scott and Paul were watching hungrily, because he turned his head and gazed at them through half-closed eyes. He panted as if he wanted to speak, but he was overwhelmed with lust – merely from having the handsome Harry fondle his cock.
Paul made eye contact with Edward and they shared a tender moment in the midst of all this horny action. Edward turned away and reached over to grab the tube of lubricant from the floor, then he squirted the slippery gel into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and reached over to massage Harry’s straining erection, smearing the lube all over his cock.
“Harry’s going to bend me over the chair and take me hard,” Edward mumbled.
Harry stopped jerking him off and grinned, as if this was news to him. Edward leaned in and kissed him, then he stood up and kicked off his jeans. Harry removed his trousers and boxers, t
oo, so they were both completely naked.
Paul couldn’t take his eyes off their fit young bodies. He saw Scott lean forward, not wanting to miss a thing. Edward and Harry started kissing again, and Paul strained to hear what Edward was whispering between kisses. It was probably instructions of how to make this even hotter.
Edward handed the bottle of lube to Harry, then he made a show of turning and bending deeply over the chair, so that his palms were flat on the seat. He tilted his hips upwards, offering Harry his ass. Then he glanced over at Scott at Paul and shot them a filthy grin.
Harry positioned his gorgeous naked body behind Edward’s and eased a lube-smeared finger between his butt cheeks. Edward gasped and reached across to wrap his fingers around his own cock.
Still watching, Paul realised he was holding his breath, desperate for the climax – but thoroughly enjoying the ride towards it. Paul was no longer able to resist touching himself, so he unbuttoned his trousers and rolled them down to his knees, then he grabbed his rock-hard erection and started to play with it.
Without taking his eyes off the young men, Scott leaned over to talk to Paul. “Usually, in group-sex porn, the spectators stand a bit closer, wanking along with the action!”
Paul chuckled thinly as his body juddered with desperate desire. He wasn’t sure whether it would be okay for him and Scott to stand up and masturbate near the youngsters – or was this intended only to be a non-interactive show?
Paul focused back on the performance and saw that Harry was now finger-fucking Edward with two of his long beautiful fingers – which slid in and out easily from Edward’s ass. Edward was jerking himself off fast, and Paul wondered whether he might come before Harry even had penetrated him. He secretly hoped not – he yearned to see those two banging each other hard. Did that make him a pervert? He grinned. No – they’d invited him and Scott to watch; they weren’t doing anything wrong.
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