I’m doing this.” He began to move, watching as his cock disappeared and reappeared. It was incredible, all that heat around his cock. Just moving his body in and out and hearing Ceri whimper and moan below him. He didn’t think he was going to be able to hold on for long, not this time.
“I’m close,” he said. His own balls tightened and a tingle ran down his spine. He could hear the sound of his thighs slapping against Ceri’s arse. He felt such power. Reaching around, he took Ceri’s cock in one hand and began to pump it.
“Yes, harder,” Ceri shouted. And then it was all over. Ceri’s arse contracted around him. Streams of come covered his hand, then he went over the edge himself and poured out years of frustration into that condom. He fell over Ceri’s back as the other man collapsed below him. The room smelled of sex and come. He didn’t want to pull out. He wanted to stay like this forever. He never wanted to lose the connection the two of them had at that moment. He couldn’t work out exactly how he felt, but he knew he was crying. Tears streamed down his cheeks and over Ceri’s back. He buried his head into the groove between neck and shoulders, still breathing heavily.
Finally, he pulled out, taking care with the condom and putting it into the bin at the side of the bed. Ceri turned onto his back, put his hands behind his head, and grinned up at him. Mick knelt on the bed and gazed back, trying to read what was going on behind those shining eyes. Ceri looked pleased with himself. Yes, that was it. His skin seemed to glow in the lamplight. Mick smiled back, and straddled his thighs.
“Are you okay?” Ceri asked.
“Yes, I most certainly am. Was that all right for you? Did I get it right?” He couldn’t hide the concern from his voice.
Ceri picked up his now flaccid cock. “Looking at this, I think you did. What about you? Did you enjoy it?”
Mick had to stop himself bouncing on the bed with excitement. He wanted to stick his head out of the window and shout out to the world to tell them what he’d done. He ran a hand up Ceri’s chest, collecting come on his fingers. Ceri opened his mouth and licked each finger in turn. Mick couldn’t believe it when his cock began to harden as Ceri sucked on his fingers. He sat back up again, reluctantly.
“Oh yeah, it was awesome.” He knew he was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “I loved fucking you, and as soon as you’ll let me, I want to do it again. And I want to keep doing it until we run out of positions and places to do it in, and then I want to start all over again.”
“Whoa boy, give my arse a bit of time to recover!” Ceri said, laughing. “I’ve created a monster, or maybe just an addict! Not that I care. You can fuck me forever, if you want.”
Mick looked at him. He knew what he wanted to say, but he had no idea whether he should say it. He guessed Ceri knew the words were there as well, hanging in the air, ready to be plucked if either of them were prepared to reach out and take the risk. Ceri moved Mick’s arm and slipped underneath it, resting his head on Mick’s chest. Mick stared at the ceiling and the words remained unsaid. Tomorrow they would return home, back to reality. Maybe Ceri had the same thought as him. He wanted to know what all this meant, but in the silence that filled the room neither of them had found it within themselves to ask.
CHAPTER 8
The end of their idyll came far too quickly for both of them. They enjoyed a leisurely exploration of each other in the morning, followed by a large breakfast as both of them had built up quite an appetite. The return journey was quicker than their outward one as there was so much less traffic on Sundays. Mick felt more comfortable holding onto Ceri on this journey. So much had changed in so little time, and it was going to take a while for him to get used to it.
Outside his building, Mick was reluctant to either leave Ceri, or invite him in. No one had been in the