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How he managed it with speed and grace I have no
idea.Natural talent, I supposed. For a moment he
stood there, gloriously erect, and if it wasn t for the
wonder and affection glowing in his eyes, I might
have been intimidated by his perfection. Why me,
for God s sake?My body was good, my face wouldn t
crack mirrors, but I simply wasn t in his class. Was I
just a convenient fuck?
You re thinking again, Fox accused, and
pushed me gently sideways to lie along the couch.
He knelt astride me and with a fast wriggle and slide
he lay down, covering me. His weight pinned us
together, our cocks side by side between our bellies.
Precome flowed from both of us, slick and smooth.
You don t see yourself as I see you. You re strong,
Rob. You ground me, and I need that. You remind
me I ve been alone far too long. He rolled his hips
and we were pressed so closely together I might as
well be inside him by the way pleasure struck its bolt
through me. I need you ...
You ve got me. I wrapped one hand in his hair
and angled his head so I could kiss him, my tongue
licking deep into his mouth, tasting brandy and
something spicy-sweet. My other hand was clamped
on his buttock, holding him as close as I could while
we rocked as one. Sweat and precome lubricated
our bellies, the slide of sensitive flesh over body hair
enhancing the enjoyment. We kept the pace slow,
our bodies moving with perfect synchronicity in
that most ancient of dances, and I lost track of time.
There was simply Fox and me, caught up in our own
world of joyous sensuality. But it couldn t last.
The ecstasy soared, sharp as blades and soul-
deep, sweeping me on to a place I have rarely
attained. I revelled in it, didn t want it to end. There
was only this incredible incubus and the scorching
gift he was giving. It peaked like an earthquake and
it was as if the very essence of my life was being
tapped. Those wings of fire came beating out of
pulsing darkness to fold around me, but this time I
didn t pass out. Instead I floated safe and warm as
my heart gradually slowed down to its normal beat,
aware of Fox sprawled across me, heavy and sated in
my arms, his head on my shoulder. Then he kissed
my throat and slid down my body to lick through
the semen spilled on my belly. It took him a while to
clean me up, and he used my towelling bath robe to
wipe his own skin clean. Then he came back to my
arms and stretched out with a contented murmur.
I love the taste of you, he whispered. I could
drink you dry ... That sounded like a wonderful
plan, when we d recovered.
A long time later, I stirred, remembering I had
condoms and Astroglide upstairs in my bedside
cabinet. I ve got an idea, I said into his hair. Why
don t we go to bed? So we did.
* * *
For a while we just curled together under the
duvet, kissing and exploring, until our cocks rose
again, hard and ready for more. Then Fox prepared
me with lube and clever fingers, and he slid into me
with moans of intense pleasure from both of us. I
locked my legs high around his ribs and rode him
from beneath, trying to slow the pace, not wanting
the ecstasy to end.
Don t come, he panted. Don t - I want to suck
you, drink all of you -
I whimpered. Are you insane? I demanded
breathlessly. After saying - that - you expect - me
to be able to - Then he was shuddering, rhythm
broken, control broken. He drove deep into me,
gasping my name and pulsing his release into the
condom. How I held back my own orgasm I ll never
know, but I managed it somehow, though I was
sweating and shaking by the time Fox withdrew and
collapsed on me. I wrapped my arms around him,
stroking his back, half-expecting him to roll away
with only a sleepy acknowledgement. But he didn t.
He kissed me as if his life depended on it, then
wriggled carefully down the bed until he was lying
between my legs. And proceeded to suck my brains
out via my cock.
Fox had the most talented mouth I ve ever
experienced, and it took every bit of my crumbling
self-control not to choke him or pull his hair out in
handfuls.Instead I kept my hips still, caressed his
hair with shaking hands and whispered sentimental
nothings, while he did things with his tongue I
didn t think possible. But I made mental notes as
best I could. After all, every good turn deserves to
be returned, right? My climax hit like a train, and
I know it s a cliché, but that was truly what it was
like. One of those very long goods trains that jolted
over the points in a steady, unrelenting tempo. I was
boneless and incoherent by the time he let my cock
slip out of his mouth with a gentle pop. Then he
crawled up my body, hooked one leg over my thighs,
rested on hand over my heart and his head on my
shoulder.
Rob ... he breathed on a long sigh, and relaxed
into sleep. I followed him moments later.
* * *
I was awakened at some ungodly hour as he slid
carefully out from under the duvet and kissed my
forehead.
Go back to sleep, he whispered. I m off to
collect the bait. Bait? Oh, yes. Bait.
* * *
I dozed for a while, feeling very good about life
in general and myself in particular in spite of, or
more likely because of, the various tender parts of
my anatomy. I d come twice more in the night; once
buried deep in Fox, and later with him filling me.
I revelled in the memories, my overworked cock
somehow managing to struggle valiantly to half-
mast. But gradually darker thoughts began to creep
in. Like Henry Wendlow, George Baverstock to a
lesser extent, and what we were going to do about
the portraits.
Plan A was largely cobbled together in my head,
and while it had a cast of thousands - well, four or
five -bits of it were still nebulous. The important
bits, like how Jerry and/or Fox were going to get
the portraits away from Wendlow once they had
actually got inside his damned house, and without
any repercussions.Especially without repercussions.
We should have a conference. Sit round the kitchen
table and bounce ideas off each other.
The best way to resolve it would be an accident.
Or rather for Wendlow to believe an accident had
happened and the pictures had been destroyed. Yes,
that would do it, and if it could be swung so that it
looked as if either or both of the Tweedles were to
blame then all the better.
In fact, there was a way that I, personally and on
my own, could get my paws on Adam without Fox or
anyone else being involved. Rees vs. Tweedledum &
Tweedledee. I thanked God Fox was safely out of the
way heading for Somerset. All I had to do was wait.
And think of a way to slant the blame.
* * *
It was gone ten o clock by the time I finally
crawled out of the wreck of the bed and lurched into
the bathroom. I felt about a hundred years old and
as if the marrow had been drawn out of my bones.
I ve had the occasional orgy, but last night was
something else entirely. From the mirror, my face
smirked back at me, heavy-eyed and complacent.
There were marks on my throat and the line of my
collarbone - love-bites. I could vaguely remember
giving him one or two similar ones.
But Fox was still an enigma I was no nearer
solving.Then again, did I really want to solve it? All
this trying to find out what makes a person tick, isn t
that a bit like making a commitment of some kind?
Not only had I known him for just a few days, but
he was entirely the wrong personality for a long-
term relationship. I wasn t exactly sure what the
role model was in that department, but somehow I
couldn t see Fox being very domesticated and I am
very fond of my creature comforts. On the other hand,
he was one of those people I ve known for ever. You
must know how it is -you meet a total stranger and
it s like meeting an old friend you haven t seen for
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