He let out the sexiest groan as my hands started to wander across his wet skin and almost immediately I found myself pressed up against the wall and he started to totally devour my mouth.
I kissed him back eagerly, sliding my hands down to his hips and pulling him against me. I gasped slightly as our cocks slid against each other. I’d never felt anything like it. Utter perfection. He felt so soft and yet rock hard all at the same time. It was mind-blowing.
He pulled his mouth from mine and trailed open-mouthed kisses along my neck to my shoulder, “Can I give you a love-bite?” he murmured against my shoulder. “Is it allowed?”
I blinked. Shit. It wasn’t... “No,” I gasped, “It’s uh, gotta be where it can’t be seen.” Fuck! That was like inviting him to give me a love bite somewhere more intimate!
He pulled away from me and grinned, “You’re so fucking sexy.” he murmured before he continued trailing kisses down my body.
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, “Thanks,” I murmured before he dived in with another one of those intoxicating open-mouthed kisses – but this time he thrust his tongue against mine at the same time as his hand came around both of our cocks, caressing and stroking us at the same time – and in the process making me forget my own name... “Ohhh, fuck.” I groaned as I leaned against him, “You’re gonna make me come.”
He smiled against my lips, “That was kind of what I had in mind.”
He gently pushed me back against the wall and I watched him in fascination as he worked both of our cocks, panting as he did so. I was as turned on as I’d ever been and that was because he was turning me on, “Uhhhhnnn... Ohhh, fuuuck!” I swore as he shouted something and we collapsed against each other as we both came together, spurting hot sticky come all over each other’s stomachs and gasping for air as we came down from our high.
He chuckled into my neck as the water cascaded down on us “You okay, baby?” he asked.
I nodded, “I think so – fuck, I saw stars then!” I giggled, “I’m absolutely fine – better than fine... and you can forget all about being a superhero – you’re a fucking god.”
He snorted, “Yeah, right.” He said punching my shoulder affectionately, “Come on – we’d better get out before we get all wrinkly.”
I chuckled, “Heaven forbid.” I muttered as Harley shut off the water and then set about wrapping me in a big fluffy towel. I’d never felt so pampered in my whole life, “Come on, beautiful,” he said softly, leaning in and rubbing his nose against mine lovingly, “let’s go to bed.”
Chapter 12 – Protocol...
Harley
I had no idea what to do next. I didn’t want Alfie thinking that all I wanted to do was have a quick fuck and throw him out of the door. And yet at the same time, if that was what he wanted to do – leave as soon as we’d had some fun – I didn’t want him to feel as if he had to stay. God it was awkward when you first got to know someone and I was totally not into casual sex – and therefore totally not in the know about the protocol of what happened ‘after’...
Alfie was eyeing me with a mixture of lust and amusement. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?” he asked.
I nodded, “A little bit.” I admitted.
He sighed and leaned back against the pillows, “I’m not asking you to marry me, Harley.” He said, “I get it that you like me and I like you – and that’s great – but please don’t think I want too much of a commitment from you – we can take it easy and see how things go.”
I sighed with relief, “That sounds cool.” I agreed. On the inside though, I was starting to worry. I preferred exclusivity if I was gonna be completely honest. The idea of Alfie doing what we’d just been doing in the shower with someone else, say, tomorrow, was horrifying. I kind of wanted him to be mine alone... so why couldn’t I just come out and say so?
Alfie’s beautiful blue eyes were darkened with passion. “Let’s not worry about tomorrow then – let’s just be in the here and now – and you smell fucking awesome by the way – what is that shower gel? I have to get some.”
I blinked, “Oh, it’s uh... not too sure actually – I’ll pick you some up when I next go into town. I get it from that big department store in the shopping mall.”
He grinned, “Cool – thanks.”
I smiled at him, “I like the way you usually smell – don’t change permanently, will you?”
He shrugged, “Nah, but it’ll be nice for a change.”
I smiled. I loved his individuality. I didn’t want him changing the way he was for me. And I wanted what was showing through his towel. That rather impressive looking erection was definitely for me. “May I?” I asked as I reached for him, I closed my fingers around his shaft and started stroking him.
“Fuck.” He groaned, “That feels fucking amazing, Harley.”
I nodded, “Good, mind if I do something else?” I leaned down and licked my way up from his balls to the tip of his cock and then, opening my mouth, I took the tip of him into my mouth and sucked. Fuck, he tasted just as good as I thought he would.
He groaned again, “Ohh, fuck Harley,” he moaned, “I’m definitely gonna come again if you keep that up.”
I grinned around his cock, “Good to know,” I murmured as I nuzzled my face against his skin, breathing in his musky scent. I nestled myself between his open legs and stroked his balls with my hand while I reached up with my other hand to stroke a nipple.
“Oh, that feels good,” he breathed.
I knew it must have done because his nipple had hardened beneath my fingers. His cock was leaking a little pre-come and I could taste it on the back of my tongue. I allowed my fingers to drift down past his balls to stroke around his entrance. Was I being too bold?
“Fuuuck,” He groaned as I stroked across his hole a couple of times. He felt good.
I pulled off his cock with a bit of an untidy slurp, “You feel fucking awesome,” I panted.
He grinned down at me, “So do you. Your mouth is so fucking hot around my cock – and your fingers stroking me, there, dude – it’s incredible.”
I smiled. “Do you want me to, you know – finger you?”
He nodded, “Yeah.” He said, blushing bright red and looking absolutely adorable, “If you want to.”
Holy hell, I wanted to. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and got them all wet and then I reached down again and slid a finger inside him up to my knuckle. He gasped and tensed all around my finger, “Too much?” I asked.
He shook his head, “No – no.” he said, “It’s good – just takes a bit of getting used to, that’s all – I’ll do it to you in a bit – see what you think.”
Oh, my God. He was perfect. Perfect. I decided to add a second finger and he groaned with delight. I felt him pressing himself down against me to get a little more. I’d done my homework on fingering a guy years ago. You just had to find the sweet spot... Well, there was no mistaking when I found Alfie’s – he swore like a sailor, bucked off the bed, and spilled his load all over his stomach. “Holy fucking shit.” He shouted, laughing breathlessly, “That was fucking awesome!”
After we cleaned up his stomach with a couple of tissues, just as he’d promised, we swapped places and Alfie sucked my cock.
I lay back and closed my eyes, running my fingers through his hair as he sucked and lapped at me. He started to finger me but then he looked up at me, “Do you watch gay porn?” he asked.
I nodded, “Sure.”
“What do you think about guys eating each other out?”
“Rimming?” I asked, my heartbeat starting to quicken.
He shrugged and nodded, “yeah.”
“Looks awesome.” I said quietly, “But I’m not asking you to...”
He grinned, “And I wasn’t asking your permission,” he said cheekily.
I watched in absolute astonishment as he scooted down the bed and started to lick me around my hole. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered as he lapped at me and then started to flutter hi
s tongue across me. “Oh, my God!”
He laughed and pulled away, sliding two fingers inside me, he found my prostate and then started sucking me again as he fingered me. He had me coming in seconds – and he swallowed it all down. Oh. My. God...
He crawled up me, and then kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth and licking all around, allowing me to taste myself on his mouth. Fuck he was sexy.
Our kisses turned from dirty and frantic to slow and lazy and sweet. We stayed there, cuddled up and whispering nonsense to each other a little longer before it really was time we got dressed. We couldn’t stay in bed all day...
Once we were dressed again, I looked at him and smiled, “What?” I whispered.
He smiled back at me, “I really didn’t expect to meet you.” He said softly.
I nodded, my heart skipping a beat. I’d never met anyone like him before. “I never expected to meet you either.” I admitted, “But I’m glad I did.”
*
It was a couple of days later and we were lying on my bed having both just showered after a hot making-out session and I was feeling pretty damned mellowed-out. I’d never done anything quite as intense as this with anyone before and I still couldn’t quite believe it had happened at all. I certainly didn’t want him to leave but I wasn’t all that sure what the protocol was for such situations. Should I offer him food? Shit I was so bad at all of this relationship shit...
I took a deep breath. Be bold Harley – you’re a police officer for fuck’s sake, “Want something to eat?”
He grinned, “I thought I’d just had my supper,” he said with a cheeky grin.
I burst out laughing, “You are such a handful.”
His eyes widened and he really laughed, “Well, I wouldn’t be much good to you if I wasn’t.”
I threw my head back and laughed. He was such fun to be around, “I have absolutely no complaints.” I assured him. “You’re perfect.”
He smiled at me, “You’re perfect too, Harley.” He said, “I’m so glad I met you.”
I sighed happily and stroked a finger down his cheek, “Me too,” I said, “Now let’s go and find something to eat. I’m starving after all that making out.”
Alfie grinned, sliding his hand up my leg towards my dick, he leaned a little closer, “Me too.” He said, “But I’m so comfortable here and you feel so good,” his hand closed around my shaft and started to stroke me back to rock hard again, “Why don’t we order a pizza to be delivered? That way we can totally stay in bed until it arrives – and then we can be really decadent and eat it in bed too.”
I grinned, “I like the way your foul little mind works.” I said in my best Disney villain voice. “Let’s do that.”
He chuckled.
Chapter 13 – Different...
Alfie
“You look different.”
I jumped and turned to see River looking at me through slightly narrowed eyes, “What’s different?” I asked.
He shrugged, “You tell me – have you been getting it on with the cop?”
My face was on fire instantly, “Well, I wouldn’t tell you even if I had.” I said a little defensively.
He grinned, “Hey, I was just gonna say well done on bagging yourself a nice guy, that’s all – it’s nice to see you so happy.”
I smiled at him, “It’ll happen to you one day.” I said.
River snorted, “Yeah, right.” He scoffed, his face turning scarlet, “I doubt that.”
He sauntered off. I watched him go with a frown. What the hell had I said? Instantly putting it out of my mind – if I’d offended him it was too bad, I looked in the mirror. He was right – something was different. I was in love. I just didn’t really know what to do about it. I’d never fallen in love with someone before. I wasn’t all that sure Harley felt the same way about me. He’d seemed fine about things this morning but I could see that he felt a little awkward waking up with me and I’d got the feeling that he couldn’t really wait to see me leave... I sighed. It was as terrifying as it was thrilling to fall in love...
I guess I’d have to see what he was like when he came by later on.
I made my way to the podium and climbed up. The music was thumping and I took a deep breath and then launched into my new routine that I’d been practicing at home. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but it had a few new moves. Something River was quick to pick up and watch admiringly before he joined in. I grinned across at him, “Like my moves, man?” I asked flirtatiously.
He grinned back and nodded, “Reckon we’ll get some decent tips tonight.” He replied.
We’d better. I was about brassick...
River nodded over to the bar, “Your man’s arrived.” He said.
I could feel the heat in my face but I wasn’t going to let River’s teasing get me down. I smiled and looked over to the bar. Harley’s eyes were on me. I grinned and waved to him.
His smile was easy to see. God he was beautiful...
“Oh, man.” River complained, “Every fucker’s falling in love around here.”
I chuckled, “Not you.” I retorted.
He did a fancy twirl and then turned to show off to the guys behind us. He didn’t answer me.
I headed over to the bar when it was time for my break. Harley looked happy to see me as I reached him and wrapped my arms around his waist to give him a quick hug, “Hey Harley.” I said, “How was your day?”
He smiled, “Good.” He said, “What about yours?”
I shrugged, “Okay I guess – but I missed you.” I swear I didn’t mean to say it but it slipped out anyway. I stared at him in mortification. What the fuck was he going to make of that? I was getting all sappy over him.
His eyes met mine and a slow smile crept over his face, “I missed you, too.” He said, “Couldn’t wait to get to work tonight.”
I bit my lip. Would he think I was being too pushy? Fuck it, nothing ventured, nothing gained... “Wanna go and sit over on the sofas when I’m done?” I asked. I had another hour or so of dancing and I would have usually headed straight home but Harley had to stay for at least another couple of hours after that and I’d already warned Mum that I might be later than usual.
Harley nodded, “Of course.” He said, “And I’ll run you home when we’re done if that’s cool with you?”
I nodded. It was better than cool – it was fucking awesome...
Harley
We’d been making out on the sofa in the darkest corner of the club and my clothes were in a bit of a state of disarray. Let’s face it – I’d likely be kicked off the job if Tate or Chief came to check how I was doing on the job...
“So,” Alfie murmured, swirling his fingers in the fine hairs just below my belly button and making my dick harden again almost instantly. “What are you doing over the weekend?”
I shrugged, sitting up a little straighter and trying my best to maintain at least a semblance of professionalism as I tucked my shirt back into my jeans, “I’ve got Saturday off – but Sunday...” I groaned.
Alfie looked up at me questioningly, “What about Sunday?” he asked, a little smile playing around his lips.
I looked at him, “I have to go to my mother’s for Sunday lunch – and not just this Sunday either – we’re talking every Sunday.” Alfie’s eyes widened as his amusement grew. I rolled my eyes, “It’s a family tradition and it’s always excruciatingly embarrassing. They all ask me, one way or the other, every time I go if I’ve met someone...” And this time I had...
He smiled and nudged my leg with his, “Well this time you can tell them that you have met someone.”
I nodded thoughtfully, “Not sure if that’ll just make them all ten times worse if I’m honest...”
Alfie chuckled, “Yeah, good point.” He said, “My mother can’t wait to meet you.”
I raised an eyebrow, “You told her about me?” I asked in surprise. I was kind of delighted.
He looked suddenly worried, “Uh, yeah – I kind of
did. I didn’t say we were boyfriends or anything...” He added, biting his lip and looking ten million kinds of adorable.
Boyfriends... That sounded pretty damned perfect. But at the same time, kind of scary... Was I a commitment-phobe? “Are we?” I asked, “Can we call this being boyfriends?” I hadn’t meant it to sound as if I didn’t want to be boyfriends but I think I managed to offend him anyway. God, I was such a twat...
He shook his head, looking mortified with himself for saying the B word at all. “Not if you don’t want it to be – honestly. I can handle us being just um...”
“Friends.” I supplied, “Only we’re already more than that, aren’t we?”
He shrugged, “Not sure.” He mumbled looking mortally embarrassed.
I swallowed, “I’d like to call you my boyfriend,” I said, “if you’d like that too.”
His smile just about lit up the room. I was just about to take that as a yes when he launched himself at me and kissed me all over my face, “I’d love that.” He said. Well good. Because so would I...
Chapter 14 – Sunday Lunch...
Harley
Sunday dinner was something that Mum took very seriously and we were all summoned (did I actually say summoned – forgive me – I think I meant invited) to dinner for a ‘lovely big family meal’ every week...
I took a deep breath and braced myself for whatever it was that I was going to have to put up with this week.
I honestly don’t know why I put myself through it every week...
My family were all fully aware of the fact that I was gay – and all of them were far too interested in my (total lack of) love life.
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