“Okay?” I ask.
Eggo grabs my right hand and closes it on himself. “Let me show you how I like it,” he says, guiding me up and down.
It’s different from how I like to be touched, how I touch myself. It’s rougher, quicker, more urgent. He pillows his head on my shoulder and moans into the space between us. Then, abruptly, he lets go. I maintain the speed and rhythm he set.
“Do yourself too, at the same time. I need to watch,” he says.
I close the fingers of my other hand around my cock, but before I’ve even garnered a single second of blissful friction, he knocks it away.
“No, do us both with the same hand. Do us the way you do yourself.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, wrapping my fist around both our shafts. “This is fucking hot.” I start stroking. Slowly at first to get used to the extra girth, then continuing slowly because that’s how I like it. All the way to the hilt and back to the tip.
Eggo’s bending his knees a little so we line up better, and I can’t help but think how much easier this would be if we were lying down. But the doubts don’t last long. No thoughts last long. He kneads my right buttock with one hand, and the other cradles my nape as he kisses me, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath or look down between us at the show I’m putting on.
Every time he glances at our cocks he clenches his jaw or bites his lip as though the sight of us butted together like that, wet with precum, is going to send him right over that peak.
Neither of us says anything. We alternate between kissing and watching, and I’m praying my photographic memory never lets me forget this moment.
“Woah.” Eggo places his hand over mine, stopping my movement. “I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck.” He closes his eyes and holds his breath. “Phew, okay it’s passed . . . Oh, shit no, I’m coming.” He jerks his fist, moving mine at the same time, and cries out. And I watch his orgasm shoot from his cock, covering both our hands.
That might have been the single, most intensely arousing thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Shit, sorry. I’m crap at timing that.” He’s out of breath, his face flushed bright red. “Are you close? Can I . . . kiss you when you come?”
“Yes,” I say, answering both questions.
Eggo places his hand on my hip, doesn’t move the other from the back of my head, and kisses me as I stroke myself quickly, replaying the moment he broke over and over in my mind.
A few seconds later, I hit that peak and grit my teeth as warmth erupts over my fist. Eggo holds my head still, breaks the kiss, and drinks in my face as I come, but it’s not uncomfortable. If anything, I’m jealous I didn’t think to do it to him.
I open my eyes and he’s right there, smiling. He kisses me again, and it’s so gentle I barely feel it. We pull apart, catch our breaths, laugh, and survey the damage to the hotel room floor.
He watches me for a few moments longer, tracing my lips with his fingertips. His are kiss swollen, and wet, and stretched into his signature cheeky grin.
“I wonder,” I say, my voice feeling as though it’s been days since I last used it. I clear my throat. “How badly Abs is going to take it when I request a room with you next time too.”
“There’s gonna be a next time?” he asks, his hand still cradling my nape.
“If you want there to be.”
“If I ever say no to a next time, you should probably check me over for a brain-eating slug infestation. I would never say no to this.” He laughs. “Also . . . fuck, my dude. That was literally the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Chapter 14
Aiden
Monday 8th December 2025
“Hi, I have an appointment at ten thirty,” I say, approaching the desk at my new dental office in central Bath. “It’s just a checkup. I don’t need any fillings or anything like that. I rarely eat lollies or choccies, and I’m very good at brushing.”
The receptionist smiles in that polite and practiced way they do when someone like me comes along and overexplains everything. She waits for me to finish.
I can’t shut up for some reason. “My last dentist, Doctor West, told me I was an exceptional brusher, but obviously I don’t have Doctor West any more.”
“What’s the name?”
“Uh . . . Doctor Holt?”
