Sabine was, by far, the worst. She was my twin sister and was married to a really gorgeous guy and they had twin boys who were just as adorable as their parents were. I absolutely loved them all. And I loved my little brother who was still at 6th form at school, more than likely bisexual and nailed anything that showed him the slightest bit of interest – he was nothing like me... nothing...
I walked up the drive and knocked on the door.
“Harley, baby!” Mum smothered me in kisses and ushered me through to the kitchen, “How’s my beautiful boy?”
“Excuse me?” Came an indignant voice from the other side of the kitchen. I looked across and grinned at Joel, my kid brother, who was standing with his hands on his hips and looking as camp as could be.
I raised an eyebrow, “Are you absolutely sure you’re not gay?” I asked.
He chuckled, “No.” he said, “I like to keep my options open,” his grin was infectious, “But I’ll let you know once I’m decided.”
I grinned back at him and high-fived him across the island in the middle of the kitchen, “How are your studies going, mate?” I asked.
He shrugged, “I’m doing okay.” He said, “How’s the love life?”
Here we go... “Well, actually – it’s funny that you should ask because I’ve met this really nice guy – his name’s Alfie and he’s a pole dancer in a gay nightclub. We’ve been, uh, seeing each other...”
Mum, Sabine and Joel all stared at me with their mouths hanging open and I honestly couldn’t blame them. I had never in living memory mentioned a guy to them before... Sabine recovered herself first, “Go on,” she said, “First of all, what the hell were you doing in a gay nightclub – and secondly,” she grinned salaciously, “just how gorgeous is this guy?” she waggled her eyebrows for effect.
I grinned all over my face, “I’m stationed there as a deterrent for some guy who has got some stupid beef with one of the owners. I kind of like the place – and in answer to your question about how gorgeous he is – Alfie is very gorgeous.” In fact gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe him...
Sabine shot forward and grabbed my hand, tugging me away from Joel possessively. “Come into the lounge – you have to tell me everything about him.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Fine,” I said, “But it’s really early days. I haven’t even kissed him yet...” Okay so it was an out-and-out lie but there was no way I was going to tell Sabine what we really had been doing with each other all morning and most of yesterday, too. It was no one’s business but ours anyway.
*
I should have known that I couldn’t lie convincingly to my twin sister so after Sabine had wheedled out of me almost everything she could about Alfie and his sexy little booty, it was time to tone it down a bit to tell Mum all about him and then finally Joel wanted to know some more about him, too. Thankfully the rest of the clan hadn’t come today. My eldest sister, Juliet and her husband, Clive, were away on holiday with their three boys and my second eldest sister, Denise and her partner Brynn and their two girls were at Brynn’s mother’s for Sunday lunch instead (they took it in turns between their two mothers as both were kind of matriarchal...) I was sincerely glad sometimes that I was single... and gay.
I was also really rather glad that everyone seemed to be pleased for me that I’d met Alfie.
Not that I’d told them (apart from Sabine who was finding it really hard to contain her excitement about my new boyfriend) that Alfie and I were an item... well, it was still early days but I was really hopeful that things might progress between us rather nicely – and sooner rather than later...
Chapter 15 – Back to my humdrum life...
Harley
I had to go into the station the following morning.
Kody wasn’t there – of course he wasn’t. He was too damned busy trying to keep Peyton McKenzie safe to bother himself with the day-to-day, humdrum activities that were real life... I was kind of grateful that he wasn’t around, mind you – because I was sure he’d be able to see how infatuated I was with the twink, Alfie...
I wondered if he fancied Peyton. He’d warned me off River McNamara – surely the only reason for that was because River had allegedly screwed Peyton over his desk as part of his interviewing technique. I was begrudgingly impressed. Granted it really wasn’t the way I’d want to get the job, but I couldn’t help feeling slightly turned on by it, too...
River and Alfie danced together on their podium but it was obvious to me, after chatting to Alfie all night, once he was at the bar, that he and River were just friends and their sexual chemistry was all an act for the horny punters. I couldn’t have been happier to learn that...
I’d planned on asking him out on a date. A proper one this time – on Saturday night maybe when he wasn’t working and he could stay over at mine for the night, before I had to get ready for Sunday lunch... Maybe I could even skip Sunday lunch this week – just once... The alternative of course was to invite him to join us but the very thought of that had me feeling sick with nerves – they’d annihilate him...
*
As luck would have it, I wasn’t able to get him on his own before the end of the night and he’d shot out of the door and over to his brother’s waiting car before I’d gathered my wits about me enough to make chase. Since we’d called each other boyfriends the other night, I felt as if we were being a little bit awkward around each other and I’d tried to make myself feel better about it by convincing myself that he was just busy and that I would ask him the very next time I saw him...
I could have texted. Of course I could but I never really know what to put in a text message and the longer I left it, the more awkward about it I became. What a nob head...
It was another three days before I saw him again and I was damned certain that he wouldn’t still be thinking of me as boyfriend material but I was pleasantly surprised. He saw me at the same time I saw him and his face lit up like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. He climbed down from his podium at the speed of light and came belting over to me. He launched himself at me and kissed me full on the mouth. Pulling away, his smile was still there – genuine and innocent and utterly beautiful. “God, I’ve missed you.” He said.
I wrapped my arms around him as he buried his face into my neck and I could feel his breath against me. “I missed you too.” I said softly, “I’m so sorry I haven’t called or anything...”
He pulled away and smiled at me, “It’s okay,” he said brightly, “I get it, you know – you’re busy catching criminals.” He beamed at me, “my boyfriend’s a cop – how sexy does that make me sound?”
I laughed. He was so damned cute. “I thought we might go to the beach at the weekend.”
Alfie’s eyes lit up, “Where?” he asked, “We’re right in the middle of the country!”
I nodded, “I know that – but I’ve got wheels. If I can get Friday off, we could make a weekend of it. We can come back on Sunday – you don’t have to work those days, do you?” I was totally forgetting his second job and he looked momentarily concerned that he wouldn’t be able to come.
He bit his lip and shook his head, “My usual days are Sunday through to Thursday here – and I’m sure I can get the weekend off at the warehouse – so as long as we get back on Sunday for around seven in the evening I can come. I’ll call my boss at the warehouse tomorrow and explain that I need the weekend off.”
I grinned, “Brilliant – I’ll get the hotel booked!”
Chapter 16 – Heavenly Holiday
Alfie
I was so excited. I was going on a mini-break with my boyfriend!
Mum and George were thrilled for me – particularly George who thought I’d bagged myself a total keeper... Dad was already back for the weekend and he was a little suspicious of Harley since he’d never met him, but Mum had talked him down and I’d promised to introduce him as soon as we got back and George started to sell him the idea in the only way he could...
We were all sa
t round the table eating breakfast – it was a bit of thing we did every Friday morning since it was the only time we were all at home together, “He’s got a good job, Dad – with a pension and everything.” George said earnestly. As Dad nodded, looking thoughtful, George turned to me, “don’t fuck this up, Alfie – he’s totally got it made and you will have too if you can keep a hold of him.”
I laughed and shook my head, feeling ever-so-slightly embarrassed at all the attention being on me, “Keep your hair on, George!” I said, “We’ve only just started dating.”
He nodded, “Yeah – and he’s already whisking you away on a romantic break for two. He’s the real deal mate, believe you me...”
My heart swelled. He was definitely the real deal as far as I was concerned. My only reservation was that he never really seemed to want to voice his feelings for me and I was insecure enough to worry about that. I waited until Mum and Dad had gone to sit in the lounge, leaving George and I to do the washing up before I voiced my worries, “The only thing is George – he’s never said he loves me...” I was aware that I was whining.
George looked at me as if I was nuts, “Have you said it to him?” he asked.
I shook my head, “No,” I said a little petulantly, “But he’s older than me...” I know – I was so damned lame...
George laughed, “There’s no rules about age, dude.” He said, “If you love him – tell him. What’s the worst that can happen? He could tell you that he didn’t feel the same – big deal, right? At least you had the balls to say how you felt. That makes you the bigger man in my book.”
I nodded thoughtfully. Maybe I would...
He leaned over to me and ruffled my hair, “Have a great time, mate.”
I grinned at him, “I will.” I said.
*
I was like a cat on a hot tin roof for the rest of the morning while I was waiting for Harley to come and pick me up. I’d checked my bag four times already and I’d made sure my toothbrush was packed at least another four times after that...
Finally, he drew up. I bolted out of the house at the speed of light – all thoughts of acting cool and being a grown-up about it fleeing my mind instantly.
He grinned at me as he opened the boot, “Got everything?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes, “Fuck knows,” I admitted, “I was so nervous all I could remember to pack was boxer shorts, deodorant, socks and my toothbrush.”
He chuckled, “It’s a good job we’re only going to Bournemouth, isn’t it?”
I nodded, “Sure is.” I agreed.
We got in the car and set off for Bournemouth. The sun was shining and the music on his car stereo was good. I was insanely happy that he liked the same sort of music that I did – it just seemed to reinforce my gut instincts that we belonged together.
Three hours later and we pulled into the car park of the hotel he’d booked. It was a beautiful hotel and had been restored to its Art Deco origins. It was utterly perfect.
The girl on the front desk beamed at Harley as he walked through the doors and headed over to her to check us both in, “Mr Fitzgerald?” she asked.
He nodded and smiled back at her, “That’s right – I booked a double room.”
She nodded, eyeing me discreetly – no doubt wondering what our relationship was if he’d booked us a double room. I wondered if she’d be bold enough to ask. As for me, I’d been idly wondering if Alfie Hanson-Fitzgerald sounded right and wondered what my signature would look like once it was double-barrelled...
She didn’t ask, which I was rather relieved about. I still didn’t really know how to describe our relationship even if I was imagining what my married name would look like written down...
We found our way to our room easily. It wasn’t massive, but it had a lovely set of French doors onto a balcony that looked out over the sea. “Come and look.” I said excitedly as I stepped onto the railings and leaned over to look around the side of the hotel to see the promenade.
“Get down!” Harley shouted in a panic, “it might be dangerous!”
I chuckled as I hopped back down onto the solid ground. “It’s perfectly safe, relax.”
He frowned at me, “You’re far too precious to lose.”
I smiled, “Thank you,” I said softly.
He smiled, “You’re welcome, now – what are we gonna do first?”
I grinned, “Let’s just go to the beach – I wanna paddle in the water.”
He chuckled at me, “Me too.” He said, “Let’s go.”
*
Harley
I think I may have described Alfie as a twink – and for the main part, he did fit the bill, but he was certainly not girly.
Being a pole dancer had given him a six-pack to die for – and his arms and legs also showed how really well defined his muscles were. He was, in short, beautiful and I was very proud to walk along the beach with him, hand in hand.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” I asked.
He shrugged, “I don’t know,” he said looking up and me and making my mind go a blank with how stunningly gorgeous he was, “I’m not very familiar with the area.”
I grinned. I was – I’d been coming down here since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. Sabine, Joel and I used to sit on the beach all day long, building elaborate sandcastles while the older kids played cricket and volleyball. When we weren’t taken to the beach, we were begin dragged all over the area by my very enthusiastic mother... “Well, we could go to Poole and take a boat trip to Brownsea Island – or we could just shop and wander around the harbour...”
He nodded, “Sounds good.”
I grinned, “Or we could go to Christchurch – it’s lovely there too, or we could go to Durdle Door – quite possibly the most beautiful place on the entire coastline.”
He blinked, “Wow – you really do know your way around.”
I chuckled and nodded, “Yeah,” I agreed, “I guess I do.”
“We can go anywhere,” Alfie sighed, “As long as I’m with you, I don’t really care where we go.”
Well, that was cuter than cute...
I decided that I’d take him to see Durdle door. It was usually quite busy with visitors but it was well worth seeing.
Thankfully it was a really beautiful day – perfect for showing him one of my favourite places in the whole world – and it was well worth seeing his face when we got down to the beach and he looked up at the rock formation, “Wow,” he said softly, “That’s so beautiful...”
I grinned at him “I know, right.” I said, “It’s like our very own Algarve...”
He chuckled, “Yeah, kinda...”
We sat down on the beach and watched the kids playing at the water’s edge. Alfie was like a cat on a hot tin roof. He was up and down like a yoyo watching out for all of the little kids to make sure they were safe, “Relax, Alfie,” I said with a laugh, “Their parents should be watching them – not you!”
He nodded, “I understand that – but what if they don’t?”
I shrugged, “Then I’ll let you go and save them.”
He sat down with a rueful smile, “I love kids,” he said softly, “I always wanted loads of kids but then I turned out gay...”
I frowned, “Who says you can’t have loads of kids?” I asked
He shrugged, “Oh, you know – society...”
I shook my head. Society could go fuck itself as far as I was concerned, “I’m gonna definitely have kids.”
He beamed at me, “Sounds like heaven.” He said softly.
I took hold of his hand and kissed the back of it, “I think you’ll make a great dad,” I said, “But not yet – plenty of time for lots and lots of fun yet.” I winked, “Come on – before you die from all the anxiety you’re suffering watching the kids – let’s go and get an ice-cream.”
*
Alfie
Full of ice-cream and crisps and a couple of beers, we made our way back to the hotel. The same girl was still on reception and she still
made eyes at Harley when we arrived back. I couldn’t blame her, he really was the most attractive man and he really didn’t look gay at all. Well, he didn’t when we left but the fact that we were holding hands as we walked back in might have given her a clue. She looked at our entwined hands, blushed and looked away. Ahh, so she had finally noticed, then...
We made our way to the lifts and as the doors closed Harley leaned in and kissed me, “I’ve been dying to kiss you all day.” He said.
I nodded, licking my lips, “me too – you’re fucking delicious.”
He grinned and raised his eyebrows, “If my memory serves, you taste pretty damned delicious yourself.”
My heartbeat started to quicken, “Shall we hit the shower?” I asked.
His smile was breathtaking. “Good idea,” he agreed.
With rivulets of water running down his body, Harley had never looked sexier. I reached for his cock, which was already taking an interest in what was going down. “Can I suck you?” I asked.
He nodded but I wasn’t really asking his permission. I was already on my knees and pulling him into my mouth. I wanted to make him come but more than anything I just wanted to feel that beautiful, long, hard cock in my mouth, bumping against the back of my throat as I worked him.
His balls felt heavy against my palm as I cupped him, and then my fingers started to explore and I found what I was looking for....
I slid a finger along his entrance and pushed until I was inside him. Fuck, that felt good.
He gasped and put his hands on my shoulders as I absolutely devoured his cock, sliding another finger inside him and finding that sweet spot that I knew would have him coming in seconds.
“Unnghhhhh,” he grunted, leaning heavily on my shoulders as his legs shook with the force of his orgasm. “Fuuuuckkkk, you’re so good.” He breathed.
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