The Story of Us

by Barbara Elsborg

  Zed pressed the buzzer.

  They took the duvet off Tamaz’s bed and spread it out on the lawn before bringing the food outside. Caspian took off his shoes and wriggled his toes on the grass. His shirt came off next and then his chinos so that all he wore were his black Calvin Klein knit boxers. Slightly more snug than usual.

  “You’re stopping now?” Zed’s forkful of salad was in limbo on the way to his mouth.

  “I’m very lazy. I might need help with these.” He flicked the waistband against his stomach and yelped.

  “Hmm.” Zed put his laden fork in his mouth.

  Caspian smiled, tugged off Zed’s shoes and tossed them aside.

  “I thought you were hungry?” Zed said.

  “I am.” He stared at Zed’s groin.

  “Oh God.”

  Caspian crawled to Zed’s side, peeled his T-shirt up over his head and threw it onto his shoes. Zed’s nipples were hard, tight copper disks. Caspian’s mouth watered. When he reached for Zed’s zip, he was shoved away. “Let me do it. I don’t trust you.”

  When Zed only wore the same as him, grey boxers of a similar style, Caspian sat back and ate. Zed opened the Prosecco and handed him a glass.

  Caspian touched his glass to Zed’s. “To…happiness and a happy penis. Two happy ones. Four happy balls. Two happy mouths. Two happy arses. Maybe.”

  “Maybe? That was a quick backtrack.”

  “Nerves.”

  “Why?”

  Caspian laughed. “Neither of us has done this before. I don’t want to fuck it up in the wrong way.” He frowned. “That came out wrong.”

  He finished the salad, filling his mouth to stop himself blurting out anything else, then assembled the meringues, strawberries and cream.

  “I thought that cream was for something else,” Zed said.

  “You didn’t tell me you were kinky. I did wonder about that conversation you had with Jonas about boundaries and consent.”

  “It was the funniest thing. He was so embarrassed. He told me afterwards that he and Henry had promised each other all sorts of things if the other one talked to me. I sat and listened, kept gasping and widening my eyes until Jonas finally got that I knew it all already.”

  “All?”

  “Enough.”

  Caspian had googled since he’d been released and found out more than enough.

  “This is lovely.” Zed bit into the meringue and licked the cream from his lips.

  “Yep.” Caspian moaned and groaned his way through the dessert, slowly sucking his spoon, making a popping sound when he pulled it out of his mouth, and he never took his eyes off Zed.

  “You definitely shut the gates?” Caspian whispered.

  “Yes,” Zed whispered back and smiled. “No neighbours close by.”

  Caspian moved everything off the duvet, putting the cream close to the Prosecco.

  Zed lay on his back and stretched. “I feel lazy.”

  “But do you feel lucky?” Caspian crawled over him, knees either side of Zed’s hips, forearms next to his shoulders.

  “I feel very lucky.”

  “Not as lucky as me.”

  Caspian bent and nipped Zed’s ear, then wrapped his mouth around it and Zed let out a choked moan. Caspian licked across Zed’s cheek to his lips and gave him a soft kiss.

  “You know how porn stars manage to keep going for hours and hours?” Caspian said.

  “Yeah, they do, well not hours but how do you know?”

  “My cellmate had a phone with porn on it. Het porn but I just watched the guy do his thing. He was into ears and toes. Anyway, the going for hours and hours thing. I’m assuming after we’ve done this a few thousand times I’m not going to want to come just by looking at you. But I feel as though I’m a rocket that’s already had its touch paper lit.”

  Caspian planted his forearms more firmly on the duvet and rolled his hips against Zed’s.

  “Oh fuck,” Zed muttered. “The gates are definitely closed, right?”

  “Yeah. We only need to worry about planes and gliders.” Caspian tipped his head back. “Oh and hot air balloons.”

  “What?” Zed checked the sky and scowled.

  Another roll of his hips to brush his cock against Zed’s and precum surged. Oh fuck that feels good. Zed’s scowl vanished. Caspian had thought about making Zed wait but he was too impatient himself. He moved back onto his knees and slid his hands slowly up Zed’s thighs inside his boxers onto his hips. He smiled at the wet circle where Zed’s cock had reacted like his, then peeled his boxers down to his toes. Zed kicked them away. Zed’s dark, thickly veined cock rose straight up over his belly, balls heavy beneath, shaved, and Caspian swallowed hard. He wrenched off his own boxers and leaned over Zed again.

  “Close your eyes,” Caspian whispered. “And keep them closed.”

  Caspian squirted cream all over Zed’s cock and stomach, and gasped as he did it. “Oooh, oh fuck, fuck, FUCK.”

  Zed’s chest shook as he laughed. Caspian squirted cream into Zed’s mouth, then dropped down to wrap his lips around Zed’s cock. One deep, hard suck and Zed grabbed his head.

  “Turn around. Let’s both do it.”

  Caspian handed Zed the cream and without him seeing, took a mouthful of Prosecco. The idea had sounded good but when Zed’s lips were on his cock, Caspian almost choked and the Prosecco went everywhere.

  Then they were laughing, twisting around, each trying to get on top, sucking each other off, licking, stroking, grasping, while the cream and Prosecco went all over them and the duvet. But when they were finally in position, their mouths full of each other, Caspian struggled to concentrate on what he was doing when Zed was making him feel so blissed out.

  Focus!

  He held on to Zed’s cock with one hand and slid his mouth around the crest, lapping at the head, while the fingers of his other hand explored Zed’s arse cheeks. When he burrowed into the seam, he felt Zed’s reaction and pressed a finger hard against his hole. Zed gave a loud groan and came in his mouth. Caspian was so turned on, he came too.

  When they could move, they swivelled around so they were lying side by side.

  “I knew there was a bonus in us both being the same height,” Zed said.

  Caspian laughed as he kissed him and kept kissing him.

  “Fuck,” Zed gasped. “Let me breathe.”

  “Hurry then. Breathing is so overrated and you’re interfering with my face-eating marathon to be followed by an arse-eating one.”

  Zed growled and pinned Caspian down by his shoulders. “I can think of something else I’d like to eat. But we need to shower.”

  Caspian glanced at the hose.

  “And not with that,” Zed said.

  Caspian wriggled free, ran to the hose and sprayed Zed until he reached the safety of the house.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Caspian emerged into the bedroom naked, having scrubbed every inch of his body. He felt ultra-clean and insanely nervous. Zed had showered in the other bathroom and when he came into the room and saw Caspian holding the condoms and lube, the rise and fall in Zed’s throat showed he was equally anxious.

  “No whip?” Caspian gaped at him. “No rope. No power tools? I’m so disappointed.”

  Zed dropped the towel he’d wrapped around his hips and if that hadn’t been enough to shut him up, the kiss that followed was. He worked his tongue into Caspian’s mouth and every cell in Caspian’s body felt electrified. Mine. He’s mine. He had to keep telling himself because he struggled to believe it was true, that Zed had kept wanting him as much as he’d kept wanting Zed. Yet, if Zed’s father hadn’t died, would they even be together? Fucking stop it, you idiot.

  Their tongues slid together, along with their bodies. Skin to skin from mouth to toe, their thickening cocks wedged between them as they grasped each other’s backside. When they finally tore their mouths apart, they were panting as if they’d been running.

  “Do you have to suck all the air out of my mouth?” Z
ed gasped.

  “Hey, I give it back.”

  “We’ll pass out through lack of oxygen.”

  Caspian lifted a hand to Zed’s face and dragged his fingers over his lips. “Once, I wasn’t frightened of anything.”

  “Apart from murderous flamingos, as I remember.”

  “That goes without saying. Vicious bastards.”

  “What are you frightened of?”

  Caspian took a deep breath, sucked on Zed’s finger and then sighed. “You. Disappointing you. Getting it wrong. Wanting you too much. Messing this up. Hurting you.” Loving you.

  “It’s the same for me so we cancel each other out.” Zed rocked against him. “Do you want to go first?”

  That shocked Caspian. He’d thought… “Do you?”

  “I did, but I’ve changed my mind.”

  “Okay.” Don’t ask him why. “Why?”

  “Because it doesn’t matter to me whether I’m on top or not. This is still a first for both of us. I’ve not been fucked before and you haven’t fucked anyone.”

  “So we get another first when we swap.” Caspian bit his lip. “Okay. That time is going to be somewhere of my choosing.”

  “Not with an audience.”

  “Fuck.” Caspian smiled.

  “Not even flamingos.”

  “Double fuck.”

  “Use a lot of lube.” Zed knelt on all fours on the mattress and looked at him over his shoulder.

  Oh God. Caspian dropped behind him before he fell down. “You are so cute.”

  “Are you talking to my backside?”

  “Bearing in mind what I’m about to do I thought we should get acquainted first. It appears I have a thing for your arse.” He kissed it, nipped it, then licked over his teeth marks. His reward was the hitch in Zed’s breath. More than once.

  Zed’s arse was rounder than his. Smooth. Firm. Muscular. Beautiful. Caspian pulled away to admire it and reached back for Zed’s feet. He drew his hands over the heels, his fingers trailing up his calves, teasing the back of his knees before dancing along the length of his thighs. Was Zed shaking or him? Ah, both of us.

  He leaned over, sliding his cock into the gap between Zed’s thighs as he kissed his neck.

  Caspian whispered “thank you” in his ear, and Zed whined. “I might forget to say it later.”

  He ran his tongue into the shell of Zed’s ear, breathed into it and Zed moaned and quivered beneath him. Caspian rocked his dick between Zed’s legs as he licked his ear and Zed collapsed onto the mattress, Caspian on top.

  “Broken already? Do you need new batteries?” Caspian breathed the words into Zed’s neck, then licked down the length of his spine while Zed squirmed and humped the mattress which wasn’t easy with Caspian’s weight on him. When Caspian reached Zed’s arse, he trailed his tongue down the crease, then pulled Zed back onto his knees and dropped down to mouth his balls.

  “Oh God, fuck, just, fuck, yeah, ohh.” Zed’s babbling was even more of a turn on.

  “Tell me if you like it,” Caspian lifted his face to say. “Be clear. And use a language I understand.”

  Zed snorted. Caspian spread his arse cheeks wider and dipped his head to suck a mark in the line where Zed’s thigh met his backside.

  “Caspian,” Zed wailed.

  “Have I driven you mad yet?”

  “Every time any part of you touches me—it drives me crazy.”

  Caspian pressed his face against the seam of Zed’s backside and licked around the tight hole. Over it, circling it, spitting against it until he slipped a little way inside, then deeper inside as Zed bucked back against him. Caspian held Zed’s hips up and continued to rim and ream him.

  “Need more. Need you,” Zed gasped.

  “Turn over. I want to see your face.”

  Zed squirmed onto his back, looked into his face, then down at Caspian’s cock and gulped. “How come you suddenly look twice as big?”

  “I am twice as big. That’s my superpower.” Caspian reached for the condoms and ripped one off the strip.

  Zed closed his eyes. “Don’t fucking tell me that.”

  “Open your eyes.”

  “I can’t keep them open.”

  “Yeah you can, Mr Eyes Like the Sun.”

  Zed opened his eyes. Caspian chewed his lip as he carefully rolled on the condom.

  “I wish I’d practised this. How long did it take me to get it on? No more than ten minutes surely. That’s not bad.”

  Zed grinned and handed him the lube. “Fingers first, right?”

  “Why?”

  Zed opened his mouth to tell him, then caught the look in Caspian’s eyes. “Ha ha.”

  “Are you going to be a toppy bottom?”

  “Are you?” Zed asked.

  “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll call you sir and beg you to fuck me. It’ll be a surprise for both of us.”

  Caspian gave an exasperated groan when the lube went everywhere except the place it was supposed to land. He used the side of his hand to swipe it down Zed’s chest and behind his balls as Zed sniggered.

  “We have a limited supply. I’m not wasting it,” Caspian said. “Oh look, my entire hand is lubed up. Fingers. Hand. Cock. Not much difference. Why don’t I try to put—”

  “Don’t even think about it.” Zed’s eyes fluttered shut.

  Caspian used his middle finger to work the lube around the entrance to Zed’s body, then just inside. Zed’s breathing changed pitch. Caspian had tried to hide his anxiety with humour, but he was worried about hurting him.

  “Shout if it hurts or I do something wrong,” Caspian whispered. “I am in the right hole, yeah?”

  “There’s more than one? I’d never noticed.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” He slid his finger deeper and Zed arched his back.

  “Yessss,” Zed hissed.

  Then Caspian was in up to his knuckle, moving his finger backwards and forwards and Zed was pushing against him, fucking himself on Caspian’s hand. It was so hot, Caspian reached for his own balls and pressed down hard. Coming before he got inside Zed was not going to happen. He curled his finger in the tight space, feeling for the bundle of nerves that he’d once upon a time found inside himself, stroked the sensitive gland and Zed just about levitated off the bed.

  The sounds coming from him made no sense. Caspian caught his name a couple of times but he was mesmerised by the sight of him, the way Zed spread and lifted his legs and pushed back against him. He’s mine. No one had ever done this to him before. No one apart from me will ever do this to him again. Caspian slid another finger alongside the first and Zed cried out. The feeling of Zed’s body grasping at him wound Caspian tighter.

  It was getting harder and harder to resist the drag in his belly, the ache in his balls that had him wanting to come right fucking now. Were two fingers enough to stretch him? Probably not. He slid in a third and Zed went rigid. So Caspian did too.

  “Fuck have I killed you? Can rigor mortis set in that fast?”

  Zed’s teeth were clenched together. He didn’t move. Caspian tried to move, tried to slide his fingers just a little way in and out but Zed was in lockdown.

  “Hey, little flamingo, you have to relax.” Caspian leaned between Zed’s legs and kissed him, swallowed Zed’s frantic exhalations.

  “Deep breaths,” Caspian urged. “Want me to get a brown paper bag for you to breathe into? Or a puppy to cuddle?”

  Zed laughed and the hold on Caspian’s fingers lessened. But Caspian had slid back toward the edge and was in definite danger of coming before he even got inside Zed. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on the damp towel Zed had discarded, and squirted the rest of the packet of lube onto his hand and cock.

  “That was so good. Was it good for you?” Caspian asked.

  “Shut the fuck up and get on with it.”

  “You are such a deeply romantic guy.”

  “Do it.”

  Caspian’s confidence slipped. “I’m frightened of hurting you.”
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br />   Zed opened his eyes. “You will. But I can cope. I read that the first time always hurts.”

  “I won’t let it. I’ll be really careful.”

  He lined up his cock against the tight pucker of Zed’s arse and pushed as gently as he could against the resistant muscles.

  Tight, tight, tight.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Zed gasped.

  “I am, I am, I am.”

  Caspian’s response made Zed laugh which relaxed him enough that Caspian could slide a little way in. Oh shit. So hot. So tight. So fucking good.

  “All the way,” Zed blurted.

  “I am.”

  “Liar.” Zed clenched around him and Caspian saw stars.

  “Okay, okay. Commencing docking procedure…”

  “Stop making me laugh. Just do it.”

  “I want us to remember this forever. Me being highly amusing. You being an arsehole.”

  “One more word and I’m fucking you instead.”

  Caspian held his breath as he pushed, felt that perfect moment when Zed’s body accepted him. He filled him, slid in until there was no more of him left outside the clench of Zed’s muscles. They both stopped moving. Raw pleasure had taken control of Caspian’s cock, flooded his veins, stolen the air from his lungs.

  The urge to move, to fuck grew until Caspian could no longer resist it. He pulled out as slowly as he could, left just the head of his cock inside, then pushed back.

  “Yesss,” Zed groaned.

  He held onto Zed’s hips and did it again, harder. He must have hit his prostate because Zed let out a strangled cry and a string of sounds with the word more in there somewhere.

  All too soon Caspian felt the tell-tale signs of orgasm, the tingle in his balls, the pressure at the back of his skull. Shit. He wanted Zed to come first.

  “Touch your cock,” he told him. “Bring yourself off.”

  Zed wrapped his hand around his dick. Caspian was going faster and faster, his hips shunting, his back arching, caught in a current that he wouldn’t escape until he’d come. Zed came with a cry, cum spurting over his chest in long thick streaks. It seemed almost before he’d finished coming that his hands were reaching for Caspian’s and with fingers linked, orgasm ripped through Caspian like a tornado, the world disappearing right in front of his eyes.