The Pact

by Justine Elyot

  ‘So, are you up for the dare?’ Tommy asked, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Dean’s cock.

  ‘That’s for me to know and you to find out,’ Dean said. He grabbed Tommy’s wrist and pulled his hand away.

  ‘Oh, you’re such a tease.’

  ‘You’re the tease. You really want me to have to sit in the car for ten minutes when we get there?’

  ‘I can think of a way to relieve your problem. There’s bound to be a dark alley around here we can park up in.’

  Dean shook his head. ‘No, not a dark alley.’

  ‘Fair enough. Your first time should be somewhere more salubrious. I agree.’

  ‘I’m glad you think so.’

  Tommy indicated, and they headed onto the street Shelly’s parents lived on. The houses were all huge mansions, each individually styled and with large gates. Most of them had garages bigger than their home, but that was OK. Dean had no doubt he’d own something like that one day, once he’d finished his business degree.

  ‘Here we go,’ Tommy said, pulling to a halt behind a car Dean recognised as one of their mates’. ‘You ready?’

  ‘Just about.’ Dean adjusted the folds in his jeans.

  Tommy grinned and opened his door. It was a wicked, sinful grin that did nothing to abate Dean’s lust for him.

  They walked up the five steps to the main entrance to the house, and when they reached the top the door swung open.

  Shelly stood there, wearing a bright pink bandage dress. With her hair piled high, she looked every inch the little rich girl. ‘Boys, you’re here.’

  ‘Oh, my fucking God, you look divine,’ Tommy said, scooping her up and spinning her round. ‘I knew you’d wear that. I’ve died and gone to Heaven seeing you in it.’

  Shelly giggled and batted his shoulder. ‘Well, if it was your colour I’d say you could borrow it but it’s not so …’

  Tommy laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. ‘Dressing up in women’s clothing isn’t one of my kinks. I have many, but that’s not one of them.’ He set Shelly down.

  She was still giggling as Dean wrapped her in a hug. ‘Happy birthday.’ He kissed her cheek.

  ‘Thanks.’ She gave him a squeeze. ‘Come, come and get fizz. Daddy has bought so much, and it needs drinking. It’s positively criminal not to finish up the champers.’

  The sounds of the house filled Dean’s ears once they stepped inside. Thumping music and raucous conversation. An older woman dressed in black, hired staff, offered a tray full of sparkling champagne flutes.

  They both took a glass.

  ‘Where shall I put this?’ Dean asked, holding up the bottle of wine they’d brought.

  ‘Oh, in the kitchen would be perfect.’ Shelly nodded at the door to her right. ‘I’ll catch up with you in a minute, got to mingle.’ She pulled a face then was lost in the crowd.

  ‘Hey, Tommy, Dean, how are you?’

  Dean turned at the sound of Nick’s voice. ‘Hey.’

  ‘Fucking awesome party,’ Nick said. ‘Wish it wasn’t a leaving party, though, gonna miss her.’

  ‘I know, we all will.’ Tommy rested his hand on Nick’s shoulder. He and Shelly had always had a bit of a thing, but it had never turned into more.

  ‘It’s only for a year,’ Dean said.

  ‘Yeah, a year for her to get charmed by some big surfing brute who swills Foster’s by the bucketful, spends his weekends cooking giant steaks on barbies, and calls her Sheila.’

  ‘I’m sure that won’t happen.’ Dean tried to project sympathy, but the truth was he thought that might happen. Shelly had said she was off to Oz to have fun – and fun to her meant romance and sex.

  Tommy’s shoulder brushed Dean’s. ‘We’ll see you around, Nick, just got to put this in the kitchen.’ He pointed to the wine.

  ‘Yeah, OK.’ Nick wandered off looking mournful.

  ‘Poor bastard,’ Tommy muttered.

  ‘Yeah, but she just wasn’t into him.’

  ‘I know that, you know that, but he doesn’t.’

  The kitchen was deserted, though trays of drinks and party food were spread on a large marble island.

  ‘Over there.’ Tommy indicated a section that appeared to have been dedicated to bottles arriving.

  Dean walked over and placed the wine in a huge ice bucket. ‘Look out there,’ he said, indicating the garden and putting his champagne on the counter. ‘Very fancy.’

  The trees and shrubs around the lawn had been lit with strings of white lights, and the result was magical.

  ‘Nice.’ Tommy moved in close behind him. ‘But I like the view of this better.’ He too set down his drink then smoothed his palms over Dean’s arse.

  Dean’s breath caught in his throat. ‘Behave.’

  ‘Hey, boys, what are you … doing?’

  Shelly had stepped into the room. Dean could see her reflection in the window.

  Tommy stepped away, though he stayed close.

  ‘Er …’ Dean turned. Words were stacking up in his brain, jumbling over each other. Like a crazy game of Jenga, he formed a sentence and then the words tumbled down.

  That look. On Shelly’s face. Had she guessed?

  ‘Dean?’ Tommy said, his voice low and quiet and heavy with suggestion.

  Dean knew exactly what Tommy was saying without words. This was a perfect opportunity. They were alone with Shelly – that wasn’t likely to happen again tonight. This was her party, she was the belle of the ball, the person everyone wanted to be with.

  ‘I’ve got something to tell you, Shell,’ Dean blurted. ‘I mean we have.’ He turned to Tommy. ‘Haven’t we?’

  Tommy raised his eyebrows.

  ‘What –’ Shelly stepped closer ‘– are you on about?’

  ‘It’s just …’ Fuck, his heart was going like the clappers, rattling against his chest. ‘We—’

  ‘We –?’ she said, her brow creasing.

  ‘We, I mean, me, I’m …’ The word gay, though short, only one syllable, caught in his throat.

  ‘You’re …’ She tipped her head. Her eyes flicked to Tommy and then back to Dean.

  Naked cuddle.

  ‘I’m gay, or bi, whatever, but, Tommy and me … we’re … a couple.’ There, he’d said it.

  ‘Fuck!’ She clapped her hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened.

  Tommy reached for Dean’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

  Dean was grateful for that. His knees had weakened and his backbone felt like dust. But he’d told Shelly, the only other person he’d been able to tell since fessing up to Tommy a month ago.

  Shelly shook her head, and her arms fell to her sides.

  Dean studied her. He was tuned into every snippet of body language he could glean.

  A smile tugged the corners of her mouth; it turned into a big grin. ‘I have to say I’m surprised,’ she said. ‘In a good way, that is – you two are great together.’ She flicked her hand between them. ‘But Dean … I mean, you’re always … What I’m trying to say is, you’re so macho. Girls, they love you, and I thought you loved them, you’ve fucked enough over the last few years.’

  ‘It seems boys love him too,’ Tommy said, edging closer still.

  ‘But no one ever made me feel special,’ Dean said. ‘No woman ever consumed my soul, made me stop searching, so I guess …’ He looked at Tommy. ‘I guess what I was searching for was under my nose all along. I’ve stopped looking for that special someone now. I’ve found him.’

  Tommy’s eyes softened.

  Damn, I want that naked cuddle as soon as possible.

  Dean’s chest puffed up as he inhaled. Love seemed to flow in his veins, swelling his heart, making every breath he took when in Tommy’s presence special.

  He reached out and cupped Tommy’s jawline.

  Tommy’s eyes widened slightly, and he swept his tongue over his bottom lip.

  Dean leaned in and kissed him. A soft, gentle kiss, a meeting of mouths that held so much more than attraction, full of lo
ve and respect and commitment, and also bravery. Telling Shelly was only the first step; more courage would have to be found.

  ‘Ah, you boys are so cute.’ Shelly threw her arms around their shoulders and pressed a kiss to the cheek of each.

  Tommy pulled back, a glint of desire in his eyes that went straight to Dean’s dick.

  Oh, God, I kissed him in front of Shelly.

  Blowjob.

  How could he have forgotten? It was just so natural to kiss Tommy when he felt like it. But now … now a blowjob was on the cards for tonight as well as a naked cuddle.

  ‘I mean it,’ Shelly said. ‘You’re awesome together. Wish I wasn’t going away now so I could bask in the awesomeness of Demmy.’

  ‘Demmy?’ Dean frowned.

  ‘Yeah, Dean and Tommy, you know, together, as one. Demmy.’

  Tommy laughed. ‘You’re crackers.’

  ‘Yeah, but you still love me.’ She smiled.

  ‘You know we do,’ Tommy said, tucking her hair behind her ear. ‘But if we leave early will you forgive us?’

  Dean tilted his chin. ‘Leave early’. He knew damn well why Tommy had just said that.

  Heck, they should go now. This very second.

  ‘Of course, and I’ll see you again before I go. I left my Jimmy Choos at the house. I’ll pop round when the hangover’s gone, over the next day or two.’

  ‘Yeah, sure, we’ll cook,’ Tommy said.

  ‘Perfect.’

  Dean was glad Tommy had taken over the conversation because all he could think of was sex – sex with Tommy. Tommy’s gorgeous body naked, willing, ready to do all the things with him that he’d seen men do. He wanted it, he wanted it all. It was time to stop being nervous and take what he’d been dreaming of.

  ‘Shelly, Shelly … oh, there you are.’

  They all turned to the door.

  A pretty redhead was leaning around it. ‘Mason and Nina have just turned up.’

  ‘Oh, great.’ Shelly flashed a grin at Dean and Tommy. ‘They’ve just got engaged, must dash, so much to celebrate.’ She rubbed her hands together. ‘Including you two being an item.’

  ‘But …’ Dean held up his hand. ‘Can you let me be the one to tell everyone else?’

  ‘Of course.’ She air-drew two lines on her chest. ‘Cross my heart and hope to die. Your secret is safe with me.’

  Within a few seconds they were alone once more.

  Dean picked up his champagne and drank the whole lot in one go.

  ‘Hey, steady on,’ Tommy laughed. ‘You’ll be no good to me at all.’

  ‘I will. I promise.’

  Tommy rested his hand on Dean’s shoulder. ‘You’ve got to lighten up, man. It’s supposed to be fun.’

  ‘I know, and it will be, I just …’

  ‘You want to get it over with?’ A frown line formed between Tommy’s eyebrows.

  ‘No, no, not at all. Well … in a way. I want to know that I can please you, that I can make you feel the way you want to feel.’

  ‘Hey, hey …’ Tommy slipped his hand down to rest on Dean’s chest, over his heart. ‘Just having you with me, honestly with me, and being true to yourself makes me feel better than I ever have in my life before.’

  ‘That’s sweet of you to say.’ Dean paused. ‘But I want to make you need to come so badly that you tremble all over, your balls ache, your mind is clear of everything except me and what I’m doing to you.’

  Tommy’s mouth fell open.

  Dean gritted his teeth, determination swamping him.

  ‘Fucking hell,’ Tommy said, his voice husky. ‘I could handle some of that.’

  ‘So it’s time to go and do it. We should go.’ He took Tommy’s hand from his chest and gripped it. ‘Let’s go home.’

  ‘Are you sure? We just got here and—’

  Dean glared at him.

  ‘Er, yes, of course you’re sure.’ Tommy nodded. ‘Let’s go now.’ He hooked the keys from his pocket. ‘Good plan.’

  They wound back through the darkness. The traffic was light, though a light mist hung in front of the headlamps.

  Dean spotted an owl swooping alongside them. He was just about to point it out to Tommy when it disappeared so he stayed silent.

  His cock was hard. He wanted to unzip his jeans and relieve the pressure, but he didn’t.

  Before long, Tommy was pulling back into their parking space at the front of the house. They hadn’t even been out for an hour.

  He turned the engine off. The sudden quiet was deafening. Dean’s ears rang with it.

  ‘A drink first.’ Tommy opened the car door. ‘You had one. I didn’t. Come on.’ He stepped out and slammed the door.

  Dean unclipped his seatbelt and watched Tommy walk up the front path. He swallowed, his mouth dry.

  There was no going back from this moment. But he didn’t want to. He’d made his decision. Tommy was his soulmate. It was time to get up close and personal.

  He got out of the car. The lights flashed, and it beeped. Tommy had locked it.

  Dean hurried up the path and through the front door, which was ajar. After shutting it and flicking the deadbolt, he paused.

  Tommy was at the kitchen counter pouring vodka into a tumbler. ‘Want one?’

  ‘No.’

  Tommy knocked it back, neat, in one go. He grimaced and pressed his lips together.

  Dean shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the hook. He then toed off his new Converses and kicked them to one side. ‘You want to go upstairs?’

  ‘No.’ Tommy shook his head. ‘Down here is good.’

  ‘OK.’ Dean glanced at the large L-shaped couch. It could easily double as a bed.

  Tommy removed his shirt and rested it on the kitchen counter. ‘Let’s heat things up in here.’

  ‘Yes.’ Dean admired the way Tommy’s top hugged his torso. He could just make out his small hard nipples through it.

  Tommy smiled; it was a more relaxed smile now the vodka had gone down. He walked to the fireplace, stooped and brought the gas flame to life. It was a luxury to have on, it was like burning money. They saved it for special occasions, but heck, it didn’t get more special than losing your gay virginity, did it?

  Tommy then stood, a box of matches in his hand, and set about lighting the extensive collection of Shelly’s candles that were still on the mantle. They were all different shapes, sizes and scents, and when they were all lit they gave off a lot of light.

  ‘Hit the switch, baby,’ Tommy said.

  Dean turned off the harsh overhead light. The room was bathed in a soft creamy glow. The candle flames quivered slightly, creating a shivering light on the wall above the fire and on the ceiling.

  ‘Much better.’ Tommy set down the matches.

  ‘Yes.’ Dean nodded and then placed his phone in the docking station. He found a chilled-out mood album and hit play.

  Instantly, a gentle Irish tune filled the room; it reminded him of the ebb and flow of waves, lilting and gliding gracefully from one note to the next.

  He stepped up to Tommy. ‘You’ve got too much on.’

  ‘So have you.’

  Dean smiled. It felt right. Right here, right now. This very second. It was all perfect.

  He tugged Tommy’s T-shirt from the waistband of his trousers and pulled it upwards.

  Tommy allowed him to remove it, stretching his arms into the air.

  The heat and scent of his torso hit Dean, and he thought his cock was going to start ripping the seams of his trousers. ‘Fucking hell,’ he muttered.

  Tommy smiled. ‘There’s no rush.’

  ‘Tell my dick that.’

  Tommy chuckled and ran his hand over his flat belly and up to his right nipple. He squeezed it, capturing it between his thumb and index finger. ‘Do you want to touch me?’

  ‘You know I do.’

  ‘So touch. I’m yours.’

  Dean wanted to do more than touch. His mouth was watering to taste Tommy. He leaned forward and captured hi
s other nipple in his mouth. He sucked lightly and then pinched it between his teeth.

  ‘Dean …’ Tommy whispered, his breath breezing over Tommy’s hair.

  Dean pushed Tommy’s other hand out of the way and took over fondling that nipple. He’d always taken charge in the bedroom. Was that how this was going to play out, too? Would Tommy let him be in control even though it was his first time with a man?

  ‘Ah, yeah, come on, let’s get naked.’ Tommy began to undo his trousers even with Dean latched onto his chest.

  Dean did the same, fumbling with his button on his jeans as he nibbled and sucked on Tommy. Now he’d started he couldn’t get enough. Tommy tasted delicious, every one of his favourite flavours mixed into one intoxicating essence. Would he ever get enough?

  ‘Hey, man.’ Tommy captured Dean’s cheeks and pulled him straight.

  Dean was breathing fast. His muscled ached to hold Tommy, his bones hurt with a longing that went right to their very core.

  ‘Slow down. We’ve waited this long, let’s savour it.’

  ‘Yes.’ Dean nodded, even though he didn’t feel like slowing down one bit. Had Tommy been a willing woman he’d brought back from a night out, he’d have yanked up her skirt and sunk deep by now. She’d be screaming his name. Hell, the neighbours would all know his name.

  Tommy looked steadily at him. ‘I want you as much as you want me, probably more. And right now, it’s time for you to get payment for our deal.’

  ‘Oh, yeah, the pact?’

  ‘Naked cuddles, but I think we may go beyond that, don’t you?’

  ‘Too damn right.’

  ‘You earned a blowjob, too.’ Tommy grinned.

  It was the most wicked, sin-infused grin Dean had ever seen. It made his balls contract and a glut of lust jettison into his veins.

  ‘And for that we need these off,’ Tommy said, finishing undoing Dean’s trousers and pushing them down his hips.

  His boxers were dragged down too, and his cock sprang out from his thick patch of dark pubic hair.

  Tommy stared at it. He stared at it like he’d never seen another cock before.

  Dean shifted, a new wave of nerves went through him. ‘What?’

  ‘Your dick is beautiful.’

  Dean laughed. ‘No, it isn’t, it’s just a fucking cock.’

  ‘Yeah, but it’s your cock. It’s the cock I’ve been dreaming of holding, sucking, having up my arse.’ Tommy wrapped his fingers around the shaft and squeezed.