DeAnna Zankich
Sequel is | Hurricane Kate
Summary: In answer to a repeated request (well, okay, it was only `repeated' twice, but who's counting?), here's my take on
Vince's first time. And, a little more kink from the "innocent" one, as well.
Warnings: None
When he opened the door to the flat, the first things he noticed were the new bookcases in the lounge. Stuart had ordered them three months ago and when they'd arrived, they were the wrong color. After he sent them back, it took the furniture company another three months to get the right one shipped. Finally, they were in the flat and waiting to be filled with all of Vince's "Dr. Who" videotapes and whatever other assorted stuff he'd brought with him when he moved in.
There was a note from Vince on the kitchen counter saying he'd gone to meet Alexander for dinner and that he would be home early. Stuart put on some music and changed into comfortable clothes, then made himself a screwdriver.
Vince had started to load some of his things into the new bookcases but there were still several stacks on the floor of the lounge. Most of the stacks were tapes, but there were some books and magazines and photo albums, as well. He paged through one of them briefly, grinning at photos of him and Vince as teenagers and young adults. In some ways they had hardly changed, but in other ways they were completely different people. Stuart sat on the floor beside a stack of photo albums and other books and began looking through them more thoroughly.
Near the top of the tallest stack was a scrapbook that appeared to have seen a great deal of use. The dark green leather cover was worn and faded and the pages inside were yellowing and peeling. When he opened to the front page, a small plastic bag about the size of a matchbook fell into his lap. Holding it up to the light, he saw that it contained a lock of hair--his hair. One perfectly shaped ringlet of Stuart's own black hair. The first page of the book contained a photograph of himself and he had to study it for a moment before he remembered when it was taken.
In the photo, he was lying on his back on Vince's bed at Hazel's house, wearing a school uniform shirt and tie. He was holding a book in his hands and looking up at the camera that was slightly behind him. His brow was lifted brightly and his hair framed his face in such a way that the photo looked posed. But he knew it hadn't been. As he looked at it, he remembered that day clearly.
It had been a Friday afternoon and Vince was going away for the weekend to Macclesfield to see his father and half-sister, Judith. He got on well with Judith and was looking forward to spending time with her. Vince had said she was a bit of a tomboy. None of that prissy, girly stuff for her. Judith was just as rough and tumble as any other boy and she liked science fiction, as well. What's not to love? Hazel had to go to London to see a friend in hospital there and she had arranged for Dudley, Vince's father, to take him for a visit.
It was only a weekend, but Stuart remembered feeling sad that Vince was going away. They were at the point where they were spending almost every waking hour together and the thought of an entire weekend without his best mate was just about enough to make him scream. He hadn't realized at the time that his growing attachment to Vince was actually something more than friendship--that realization didn't hit him until that very year. But Hazel must have always known. It wasn't long after that weekend that she gave the boys those matching silver bracelets.
Turning the page, Stuart came across some loose notebook paper sheets literally crammed with Vince's handwriting. He looked through them carefully and his eye picked out certain key words as he scanned the pages: kiss, wet, creamy, fingers, tingling all over, tongue and licking. He smiled. Vince had written down a detailed description of his first experience having intercourse with another bloke. Stuart remembered the story. The other boy--Kevin--had been a friend of Judith's, and it had happened that very weekend. Vince had just turned sixteen.
Knowing he shouldn't, Stuart got comfortable with his back against the couch and started reading the handwritten pages.
"There was so much blood, I almost got sick. But Judith didn't seem to mind. She just let her mother take her in the car and go to the emergency room for stitches--chattering away the whole time. Kevin and I said we would wait for her back at his house and then we could finish the game. We were playing football in the back garden at Judith's and she'd tripped on a hose near the house, scraping up her knee so badly on some rocks that she couldn't stand on it. Blood everywhere. I mentioned that. Anyway, we went back to Kevin's next door and he took me up to his room.
"It was much neater than mine normally was. Orderly, like Stuart's room. Kevin reminded me a bit of Stuart. He had dark, curly hair and a nice body, but he wasn't anywhere near as handsome. Still, he had really nice lips. The top one was a bit curvy like a doll's and his smile was very warm. He was sweet, Kevin. Offered me a Coke and asked if I was hungry. We'd been playing so hard, I hadn't realized it was lunch time, but I didn't feel like eating after seeing all that blood. So we just sat on his bed and chatted for a bit.
"Kevin's parents were home but his dad was working in his office downstairs and his mother was in the kitchen writing a letter or something. I knew they were in the house, but they were both so quiet that it was easy to forget about them. Especially after Kevin shut his bedroom door. He put on a Scritti Politi tape that I liked. The singer was good-looking in a John Taylor way, even if he was called Green. So, Kevin laid on the bed beside me on his back and I was sitting looking out the window. He asked me if I still felt ill from all Judith's blood and I told him I was getting better. He thought the Coke might help. Bubbles and all. I drank some more of it and looked around on the walls at all the posters he had. He liked Duran Duran and the Thompson Twins and Erasure. All good, I liked them, too, even if Stuart took the piss about the Twins. He's more of a Bauhaus and Gene Loves Jezebel bloke, so we don't always agree about music.
"Kevin and I chatted about music for a bit, then about some telly shows. Talked about school and what I did for my sixteenth birthday. Then all of a sudden, he asked me if I'd ever tongue- kissed anyone. I said that was completely out of the blue, but he asked me again and I didn't know what to say. I sort of had . . . that one bloke in the closet when we were playing spin the bottle at that party that might have been Daniel McAlister, but I don't know for sure. Might have been Stuart . . . but, since it was dark and I had on a blindfold, I didn't think that counted. Yes, that person's tongue was in my mouth, but I couldn't see them and I was more of a victim than a participant, so it didn't count. I told Kevin about it, though, and he laughed. Not in a mean way like Stuart would, he just thought it was funny."
Stuart frowned at that last sentence, reading it over and over. Of course, he was aware that he had been exceptionally cruel to Vince at times, but seeing it written down in that private journal made it somehow more poignant. More impactful. He sipped his drink and continued reading, a bit apprehensive about what else he might learn.
"Kevin reached behind his headboard and took out some magazines. One of them was the same as one of the ones Marie found in Stuart's room that she made him pay her to get back. I told Kevin I'd seen that one before and he said that mag was his favorite. He turned to a page toward the back that had a photo of a really hot Italian bloke with a huge uncircumcised cock. We looked at the photo and said what we liked about the guy and I was thinking about that day Stuart and I were looking at Barry Sheen in my room and we started having a wank. For some reason, I was telling Kevin about that and he was just looking at me and smiling sort of. He asked me if I was in love with Stuart `cos I kept talking about him. I didn't know what to say so I just laughed, said Stuart was my best mate and that we were always together and that must be why I kept talking about him. Then Kevin asked me if I'd ever done it with Stuart. I told him of course not, there was just that one time and my mother interrupted us before anything really happened. Kevin asked me if I wanted to have a wank with him. He said he had more magazines and he could lock the door so no one would bother us. I figured, why not? Might be a laugh. So I said yeah and he locked the door."
Stuart remembered the story up to that point. All the details were the same as Vince had reiterated to him when he'd returned from that weekend in Macclesfield. No surprises so far. As he turned the page he wondered what Vince would have done if he'd found something like that of his. Would Vince be reading it? Would he respect Stuart's privacy and just act like he'd never seen it? Probably. But Vince was a better person than Stuart and he had more self-control. Feeling more and more guilty by the moment, Stuart continued to read the handwritten journal entry.
"Kevin left the curtains open so there was lots of light in the room. That bothered me at first but then I sort of forgot about it. I was glad I could see him, actually. He took his trousers off and his underwear and he sat on the bed next to me, sort of playing with his cock and balls. He had lots of pubic hair and it was really curly and soft looking. I took off my trousers and shorts and sat beside him and started playing with myself, too. We were watching each other and sort of breathing hard and it felt really good. He asked me if I wanted to kiss while we were doing it and I just nodded. He was really nice about it. He let me start when I was ready and I just sort of leaned over and kissed him a few times without my tongue. I did it soft and slow and the next thing I knew, we were fully tongue-kissing. Snogging like mad, actually. We kept playing with ourselves and it felt so good to be doing that while we kissed that I was tingling all over.
"Kevin touched me first. He touched my face and my belly and then he sort of tugged on the tip of my cock. I had to stop rubbing it because I was going to come and I didn't want to yet, but when he touched me I made this moaning sound. It felt amazing. I just sort of sat there and let him do it and after a bit, he bent over and started sucking me. I couldn't believe it! I could tell he'd done it before, it felt so good. I told him I was going to shoot and he sat up again, wanking me with his hand until I came. He tasted it and said it was nice. Then he asked me if I wanted to shag. He said he'd done it before with a few blokes and that he could do it so it wouldn't hurt me. I said I didn't know, I wasn't sure, with his parents there and everything. But he said they wouldn't hear. Said he'd done it in his room before when they were home. He was kissing me again really softly but I was still scared. Then he said, if I wanted to, I could close my eyes and imagine that it was Stuart doing it to me. He said he wouldn't mind if that made it nicer for me."
His breath stopped in his chest and Stuart stared at the writing on the page with wide eyes. Now, this was a detail Vince HAD omitted in the retelling. Christ. Stuart finished his drink and got up to make another one, taking the pages with him to the kitchen. With is fresh cocktail in hand, he leaned on the counter and continued reading.
"I didn't really say anything. I just sort of nodded and then Kevin took off his shirt. His body was really nice. Nice muscles and smooth skin. His cock was very hard and the tip was all wet and shiny. He touched it a few times while he helped me off with my shirt. He kept kissing me and then he told me to lie down on the bed. I know I was shaking because he kept telling me to relax and that it wouldn't hurt. He promised. He sucked on my nipples, which felt great, and then he sucked my cock again until it was just as big and hard as it had been before. Then he got something out of the drawer in his night stand. It was a little tube of something that looked like Vaseline but I couldn't see. It didn't smell like anything and it was this clear, slippery creamy stuff. He put it on his finger and then he reached down and rubbed it into my crack. I didn't know what he was doing at first but then he touched my pucker and started sort of playing with it. He rubbed the edge of it in a circle and then he pushed his fingers inside me. Kevin told me to close my eyes and think of Stuart, if I wanted to. I closed my eyes, but I didn't say what I was thinking about.
"It felt really amazing having his fingers up there and he kept them in there for a long time, just sort of stroking my hole. I kept my eyes closed and I was thinking of it being Stuart doing that to me. But everytime I thought about Stuart touching me like that, I would get too excited. I would feel like I was going to shoot without even touching myself. So most of the time, I just tried to think about nothing. To think about relaxing.
"Kevin kissed me some more, then he got between my legs and he sort of put my knees over his shoulders. He kept his fingers in me until right before he started putting his cock up there and that was the first time I opened my eyes for ages. It hurt like hell at first and he had to go really slow but then he said he was going to push passed the opening a bit and that once he was inside, it would stop hurting. I believed him and I took a deep breath and just tried to keep from screaming as he slipped his cock all the way inside me. Well, it felt like he was all the way in. It felt like his cock was going to come out my throat! He just held it in there for a few minutes letting me get used to it and he stroked my belly and my legs and kept telling me to take deep breaths. After a bit, it did stop hurting as bad and then he started to slide it in and out.
"At first, I thought I would die from the pain, but then he moved my hips down a bit and his cock touched something in there--some kind of soft part of my insides that felt like it was sort of swollen. It sort of itched and when he touched it inside there, it was like having it scratched. It felt so good. I closed my eyes again and tried to move so he would hit that spot over and over and before I knew it we were really going at it. He held my legs up with his hands and he was sweating, standing up on his knees a bit. We were humping really fast and I couldn't help wanking myself off but as soon as I came, it started to hurt like mad again and I had to tell him to pull his cock out. He was really close to coming so he just pulled out and had a wank right on top of me, shooting all over my belly. I couldn't believe I'd done it. I'd had sex! Oh my God, did my ass hurt, though. It hurt so bad, I couldn't even lie down on my back for about half an hour. I just laid there on my side with Kevin, talking about stupid stuff. Talking about Stuart. When I felt better, we got our clothes on and went back over to Judith's to see if she was back from getting her stitches."
Vince had written the date at the end of the entry and signed it like a painter autographing a fine work of art. Stuart smiled at that, walking back over to the book cases to put the pages back where he'd found them. The scrapbook was full of loose entries like that and Stuart figured--in for a penny, in for a pound. He slipped the pages back into their place then sat on the couch with the book and his fresh drink.
More photos of him and Vince as teenagers, more odd keepsakes, bits of fabric and articles cut out of magazines. Then he came to the next entry--one page written in a different pen, but dated only a few days after the first.
"Stuart had a horrible fight with his sister so he's staying over tonight. We have school in the morning so Hazel made us turn in at eleven, but we stayed up talking for hours. I can never sleep when he's here because he always cuddles against me. He sleeps like a baby but I just lay there feeling him and wishing I could kiss him, touch his body. Touch him more than just being tangled up sleeping in my bed.
"When I knew he was all the way asleep, I got up and went to his bag. I don't know why I did this. Maybe it was because of what I did with Kevin. Maybe there's something different in me now since I'm not a virgin anymore. Maybe I like different things now. But I never thought about this before. I can't believe I'm even writing this down but I'm going to. I went to Stuart's bag when he was sleeping and I got out the underwear he took off when he got ready for bed. I saw him shove them in there when he came back from the loo with his pajamas on. I saw where he put them and I just went in and took them out. I snuck out of the room and went to the loo and I locked myself in there. I couldn't help what I did. It was mad. I just buried my face in Stuart's shorts and smelled them and chewed them a bit. I had the hardest wank I've ever had in my life. I came so hard it hurt a bit. Smelling him like that--his privates. Oh my god, I can't believe I wrote this down. There must be something wrong with me."
Reaching for the phone beside the couch, Stuart pressed the speed dial code for Vince's mobile.
* * *
Vince:
"And Dane was just standing there laughing, like he does. The twat. You should have SEEN me, Vincent. I was absolutely covered from head to toe with oatmeal! And then--"
The ringing of Vince's phone interrupted Alexander's ranting tale and Vince held up his hand.
"Hold that thought," he said, grinning. He glanced at the small screen and saw his home number displayed there, then he pressed the button to answer. "Missed me that much?"
"You have to come home," Stuart said, his voice husky and soft.
"Why is that?"
"You just . . . have to. Come home and fuck me."
"Well, we've just ordered desserts," Vince said, loving the tone of Stuart's voice and actually fighting the urge to bolt out the door and run straight home.
"I don't care. You have to come home. Now. I need you so badly, Vince."
"Stuart, I--"
"Is that Shitface?" Alexander said. "Give me the phone." He snatched the mobile away from Vince and brought it to his own ear. "Listen, you. I haven't seen your boyfriend in ages since you keep him locked up in that flat and never let him come out and play. I'm having dinner with him and you are going to fuck off and not bothering him. Unless you're in hospital or your flat has burned down, you don't need him right away. So piss off. We're going to have dessert and THEN I'll send him home." He didn't even wait for a response from Stuart, Alex just flipped the phone closed and disconnected the call. He handed it back to Vince and then picked up with his story as though there had been no interruption at all.
Laughing, Vince pocketed his phone, knowing if there was a real emergency Stuart would ring back.
* * *
Stuart:
"Twat," he grumbled at the phone, the he hung up. It was true that Stuart had kept Vince pretty much to himself in the last few weeks so he figured he could at least let Alex have dinner with his friend in peace.
Since he would be waiting for at least another forty-five minutes, Stuart figured he would keep reading.
The scrapbook was mostly photos in the center, but toward the end there were quite a few of the loose journal entry pages. He opened to the next one and noted the date on it. This was almost six months after the last entry and as soon as he started reading it, he recalled the incident with the utmost clarity.
"It's quite a laugh having a secret about Stuart with Mum. He wouldn't want to know that I knew, anyway. Not that he'd be embarrassed. He's never embarrassed by anything, least of all by anything sexual. But, I just know he wouldn't want me to know. He would think it made him look like a twat. But it's funny to me--not in a mean way. In a funny, good way. I like knowing I made him feel like that. It's sort of cool.
"He was laying all over me on the lounge floor in front of the telly like he always does when he stays over. Like I'm his own personal pillow. I like it, though. I can touch him and he doesn't even care or notice. Well, after tonight I guess he DOES notice, but he never shows it. Never says anything. He was lying on the floor really close to me on his belly and his shirt was riding up his back so I could see his skin. I asked him if he wanted me to pull it down 'cos I thought he might be cold and he said he wanted me to scratch his back. I had no objection to that so I just stuck my hand up there and started scratching him really soft with my nails. He sighed like he was liking it so I kept doing it. I scratched all the way up to his neck where his hair hits and then over his shoulder blades and down his spine to his tailbone. He said it felt nice and I got a hard-on from him saying that, but I was sitting far enough back from his leg that he didn't feel it. Thank God.
"Mum walked through with a basket of clean laundry saying she was going upstairs to fold it on her bed. She asked if we were all right and we said we were but I knew she saw that I had my hand up his shirt and he was all lying there with his eyes closed, loving it. I don't think she saw my condition though. I sort of rolled over so she wouldn't see it but I had to be really careful not to brush it against his leg. So, she went upstairs and I kept scratching and stroking Stuart's back.
"Then he got up all of a sudden and said he had to go for a piss so I just stayed there on the floor watching telly. But Hazel told me this morning that she heard him in the loo having a wank. She said she could hear him breathing hard and that he moaned a little when he shot his load and that she teased him when he came down the stairs about cleaning up after himself in there. That made me crack up that she said that. She said he wasn't even a little bit embarrassed. He just looked at her like, yeah, yeah, and came back down. Amazing. I got him turned him on by scratching his back and he had to go have a wank! I can't ever tell him I know, though. He'd hate that."
Stuart laughed, shaking his head, actually reliving that moment when Hazel stopped him at the top of the stairs with a clean towel draped over her shoulder and said, "You cleaned up after yourself in there, right?" He had been mortified but he absolutely refused to show it. In many ways, he didn't care at all that he'd been caught masturbating, what he cared about was that she knew WHY. Hazel had seen them down there on the floor of the lounge and she knew that it was her son that put Stuart in that state. He recalled being extremely embarrassed by that, but not really giving a toss about the other thing. Teenage boys were pretty much wanking constantly and that was no secret. Nothing to even concern yourself with. He had given her some cheeky smirk and then just gone back downstairs, his heart pounding like mad in his chest.
"That cunt," he said, grinning to himself. "I can't believe she told him that. Fuck." He turned the pages of the scrapbook again and took out the next of the handwritten entries. This one took up less than half a page and was dated eight months after the last. Vince's handwriting looked a bit different. Neater.
"Got a nice letter in the post from Judith today. She's off to college next month and she's feeling a bit anxious. Says I have to promise to come visit her. Might be nice, that. Never been to Oxford. Judith says Kevin is always asking about me. Funny, I absolutely never think about him. Not at all. When I think about losing my virginity I always picture Stuart being the one on top of me. It's always Stuart. Probably `cos Kevin said I should think of him while it was happening. But, I'm happy to hear Kevin remembers me and that he's asking. Guess that means I didn't make a complete twat of myself."
There were more loose pages in the scrapbook, but Stuart felt he'd had enough for the night. He was achingly hard and sensitive all over so he put the book back on the stack where he found it and took his drink with him into the kitchen. He played with his cock absently while he looked in the fridge for something to nibble on but he was too sensitive to be touched. He wished Vince would hurry home.
Forcing himself to wait for his lover, Stuart went back to the living room and flopped on the couch, turning on the television. He bashed channels for ten minutes or so, finally landing on an old movie. He kept thinking about the entries he'd read--about the sensual eroticism present in Vince's writing, even when he was still only a teenager. All that smelling and tasting. No wonder he was such an expert at oral sex.
Finally, he heard the lift gate slide open in the hallway outside. He turned off the television and laid there on the couch, waiting for Vince to walk in. His cock leaked and throbbed against his belly, held down by his loose fitting sweats.
Vince called out as soon as he opened the door, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter.
"In here," Stuart said.
"Hello." Vince took off his jacket and hung it in the closet by the door, then he walked over to the couch and knelt beside it. He smiled at his lover, sweetly. "What was the emergency?"
"I needed you to come home and shag me," he said, his fingers sliding behind Vince's neck to stroke the soft blondish hairs there.
Vince grinned, leaning forward to softly kiss Stuart's chest. He lifted up the shirt he wore and exposed his belly, running his tongue down the center of it. He breathed deeply, inhaling and Stuart shivered, recalling what Vince wrote about nicking his underwear and burying his face in them.
"My, my," Vince purred. "Soooo hot, my love. What's got into you?" He pushed Stuart's trousers down and kissed his trembling erection, bathing the tender head with his wet tongue.
Stuart groaned miserably, his whole body tingling and tensing from the touch. He was far too aroused to be teased and he tugged Vince's hair urgently, wriggling on the couch. "Please, luv. I can't wait anymore. Please make me come."
Smiling into his eyes, Vince opened his mouth and took his lover's cock all the way in, sucking it slowly and firmly as he moved back, but never letting go of it. Stuart gulped, his breath laboring in and out of his lungs and he watched, transfixed, as his sweet, boyish lover worked that magic on his cock.
He was coming before he knew it, the contractions pulling deeply from the center of his body--right out of his prostate. He cried out and moaned, gripping Vince's shoulder with one hand and squeezing the brown leather cushion with the other. His teeth locked in his mouth and his eyes were tightly closed. The orgasm was so intense it was almost unpleasant and he wondered vaguely if he should have just had a wank while he was waiting. Lately, his own desires had been changing, escalating and he found himself learning something new about his body almost daily.
Vince kissed his belly lovingly all the way up to his nipples where he stopped to give them each a long, delicate bath. He winked at Stuart who was finally catching his breath. "So, what got into you?"
Sighing, Stuart stretched with his arms over his head. "I can't tell you now," he said. "You'll be angry."
Vince glanced around the flat. "Well, you're on your own, so I'm assuming you didn't shag anyone else. Or you've got rid of them already."
"No," he said a bit impatiently. "I . . . did something you would never had done, is all."
"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," Vince said, leaning on the couch with his elbows. "Tell me."
Tilting his head back, Stuart reached for the green scrapbook on top of the stack there and opened it to the first entry. "Do you remember this?"
Vince peered down at his own handwriting there and read a few lines of it before he looked up again. "Yeah," he said. "I certainly remember that day. Don't suppose anyone forgets the day they lose their virginity."
"You have a bunch of things written down in here that you never told me," Stuart said.
"I'm sure." Vince didn't seem the least bit upset by this invasion of privacy. He crawled onto the couch and nestled against Stuart, wrapping his arm around his waist. "Anything terribly incriminating or is it all just incredibly embarrassing?"
"It's not embarrassing," Stuart whispered, kissing his cheek. "It's sweet. And naughty. And very, very sexy. To me, anyway."
"Christ, what did I write?" Vince's cheeks colored slightly and he took the loose pages out of the book to examine them closer.
"The thing about Kevin wasn't the one that got me hot," Stuart said. "I mean, I knew most of that, anyway. You told me all that stuff when you came back from Macclesfield that weekend. Well, all of it except the bit about him telling you to close your eyes and think of me."
"Oh, yeah, and that was a huge shock to you, I'm sure," Vince said, still completely unaffected by his secret thoughts being discovered. He scanned the pages in his hand, turning them over and reading through them without much interest. After a moment, he replaced them in the book, then turned the page to the next entry.
"It's that one," Stuart whispered. "That's the one that got me." He giggled a bit shyly, not sure if he wanted Vince to know how deeply that next entry had affected him.
Vince took it out and read it over quickly, his cheeks darkening considerably. "Oh my God," he said. "That. I completely forgot I wrote that down. Oh. My. God." He groaned and covered his face with his hands, chuckling bashfully. "All right, now THAT's embarrassing."
"That was soooo hot to me." Stuart replaced the page in the book, then set it aside, wrapping his arms and legs around his lover. "I can't believe you did that at sixteen. You weren't even old enough to have developed such a dishy perversion."
"Oh, please shut up . . ." He dropped his forehead into Stuart's chest and groaned again.
Stuart laughed playfully. "You actually chewed my dirty knickers?"
"Please . . . God . . . I can't take it . . . Stop!"
"I think that is so fucking sexy." Stuart was still laughing but made Vince look at him. "You still have a lot of dark little corners you haven't shared with me, don't you?"
Blushing beautifully, he shook his head. "I swear, Stuart. I'm an open book. Literally and figuratively." He regarded the green scrapbook with mild disdain. "I mean, I don't mind that you read those things. I've got nothing to hide from you. And, incidentally, if I'd found a journal of yours, I'd have read it. So, don't think I'm some innocent, sweet boy that would never do anything bad because that's just wrong. I'm just as big a bastard as the next bloke."
"Yeah, right," Stuart said, smiling. "Tell me something else like that."
"Like what?"
"A naughty secret like that one. I LOVED reading that. Imagining you doing that. Christ." He covered Vince's mouth with a hot kiss, rubbing his body against him. "Tell me something more. Something dark."
"From when I was a kid?" Vince said.
"Or whenever. Just tell me something you've never told anyone." Stuart nuzzled Vince's neck, tugging his earlobe with his teeth.
Vince sighed, thinking about it for a few minutes before answering. "Well . . . I suppose it's a bit dark that I . . . still do that. Often, in fact. With your knickers."
Stuart's jaw dropped and he stared at his lover in playful surprise. "You don't!"
"I'm afraid so."
Stuart looked at him sidelong, squinting incredulously. "No, you don't. You're lying."
"Why do you think I volunteer to do the laundry so often?" Vince smiled wickedly then he broke into a fit of giggles. "I'm serious, Stuart. I'm addicted to your body--the way you smell, the way you taste. Your voice. All of it. I get envious of those shorts being next to your cock all day. I'm obsessed."
"I'm your lover," he said. "You don't have to be obsessed with me! I'm YOURS!"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Well, obsessions are for when you love someone you can't actually have. Aren't they?"
Vince shrugged. "I suppose. But, what's wrong with being sexually obsessed with the person you DO have? I mean, sounds to me like it might make for some great sexual sparks." He looked at Stuart with his chin lowered. "Unless you're getting bored with our sex life and you just haven't told me yet."
"Right. That's it. I'm so bloody bored. So bored, in fact, that I rang you tonight when you were having dinner with a friend and demanded you come home and fuck me. That's how bored I am. Twat." He stood up and reached back for Vince's hand. "Come to bed, you kinky little bastard you."
Vince extended his hand and let himself be dragged off the couch. He slid his arms around Stuart's waist and kissed the back of his neck. "I almost did, you know?"
"What?"
"Run right home when you called. Had to fight myself to stay put."
Stuart laughed, petting the soft hairs on Vince's arms. "I suppose I can live with you being obsessed with me."
"Not like there's anything you can do about it," Vince said. "Stuck with it I'm afraid."
Turning in the bedroom doorway, Stuart shrugged. "Dunno. I could suddenly become a crap shag."
"I'd still have my memories," Vince teased. "Nope. You're just going to have to get used to the fact that your boyfriend idolizes you. So much so that he's reduced to doing terribly perverted things with your dirty shorts." He gave Stuart a light shove and pushed him back on the bed, then he crawled on top of him and kissed him deeply. "All right with you?"
In answer to that, Stuart wrapped his legs around Vince's waist.
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