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Baz
When I wake up, the bed beside me is empty. At first, I just assume that Simon snuck out at some point early this morning, but then the door to my bathroom opens, and he steps out in a cloud of steam, wearing…well, nothing. He didn’t even bother to grab a towel.
I swallow and watch as he moves around the room, obviously looking for his clothes, wherever they landed the night before. It takes a moment for him to look at me and see me watching him.
"Uh, sorry,” he says, his cheeks turning a delicious shade of red. I can’t believe that he is actually embarrassed to have me see him naked after all of the things that we have done together. "I forgot to grab my clothes. I thought that you were still sleeping."
I shrug. “I just woke up. And oh, what a delightful sight to wake up to.” His cheeks turn an even darker shade of red, and he begins his search for his clothes again.
"Please do not get dressed on my count," I tell him, raking my eyes up and down his freckled body.
I know that I promised myself that I wouldn't do this anymore, but with a body that gorgeous, how could I possibly say no to him?
He grins over at me, and I can practically see him thinking. He's trying to decide whether to climb back up into bed with me and go for a pre-breakfast treat or get dressed and walk out here with whatever dignity he has left.
"You better make it worth my time," he says, and I grin back, happy with his decision.
"Oh, don't worry. I will."
He climbs up onto the bed then crawls up my bed. I'm ready for him when he reaches me, wrapping my legs and arms around him and pulling him into a deep kiss. We kiss for long moments, exploring each other's mouths and bodies simultaneously.
His hands are rubbing up and down my arms, rubbing over the sleeves of tattoos that decorate them. One night a couple of weeks ago, he spent half an hour tracing each of them with his tongue. He had me panting and begging for him to touch me, and when he finally did, it only took a couple of tugs to have me shooting my come all over us.
Now, all he has to do is trail his hand up and down my arm in a crowded bar, and I can feel myself growing hard in my pants. It's like I said: there isn't too much dignity left between the two of us.
I nip at his bottom lips, and his grip tightens around
and use his momentary surprise to flip us so that I am now straddling his hips. I give him one more kiss before moving down his body until my mouth is hovering above his cock.
"Oh, fuck," he groans as I ghost my breath over the tip, his hands already fisting the sheets. I will never get over how much he loves this.
I lick one strip up his cock before taking a moment to inhale his scent. He smells like my soap, and I have no idea why that turns me on so much, but I decide not to question it. Instead, I dive right in, wrapping my mouth around the crown of his cock and sucking, smiling at the sound he makes.
I start to move up and down, taking more of him each time until I have all of him in his mouth. I take a moment to adjust to the intrusion before I squeeze his hips, our signal that it is okay for him to take over.
We really have done this with each other too many times, but I can't stay away from him. At first, it was a way to deal with leftover frustration from when we were in school, but somewhere along the way, old feelings for him got dredged up, and anytime that I run into him, I find myself inviting him back to my flat.
He never says no, and I am not the only one who instigates this. I have gotten many a call from him in the middle of the night, much like tonight, and we quickly made plans to meet somewhere. My place, his, some random hotel, a bar bathroom. Anywhere we could get our hands on each other.
I know that someday — probably one day soon — we will have to talk about this, but for now, I am just going to enjoy what we have.
He pulls out of my mouth and thrusts slowly back in, taking it gentle at first. He does this a few more times, then I squeeze his hips again, encouraging him to go faster. He thrusts up hard the next, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I moan in pleasure. I guess I enjoy this more than I am willing to admit, too.
He thrusts into my mouth a few more times before pulling out. I know what's going to happen next, so I wipe my mouth and wait for his instructions.
"On your knees," he growls, and I quickly comply, biting back a grin.
He moves to kneel in front of me but stops before he slides in cock back into my mouth.
"Go ahead," I whisper, my throat already feeling sore.
I part my lips for him, but he pauses, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling. I moan embarrassingly loudly, loving the pain a little too much, and with my mouth wide open, he slips his cock back in.
He starts off slow again but quickly moves past that, thrusting hard and fast into my mouth. I close my eyes and take it, loving every moment. After a few minutes, I know that he is getting close to coming when his grip tightens in my hair, and I use my teeth to lightly graze over cock on one of his forward thrusts, just the way that I know that he likes. On the next thrust, he starts to come deep in my throat, and I swallow every last drop, swirling my tongue around his cock until he is spent and slips from my mouth.
He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he's pulling me up into a bruising kiss, tasting himself in his mouth, before he pushes me back down onto the bed. He takes my cock into his mouth and begins to return the favor.
I wouldn't say that I love this as much as he does, but it definitely feels good. It isn't long before I'm coming in his mouth, and then we collapse on the bed together again. Fortunately, it's a Saturday and neither of us has anywhere to be. We could spend the entire day in bed together.
I run my fingers through his still damp hair and press a kiss to his forehead. I wish that we could do this more often. I wish I could tell him how I feel, but I'm just not there yet.
For now, this is enough for me.