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Jamie was brilliant and selfless and so free. The entire weekend flew by in a blur as the two of them played and socialized and fucked and basically did everything that longer-term lovers would do, except talk about the rest of their lives. That evening in the garden had been the exception to the weekend, and Aled was kind of surprised that neither Dawn nor Jeremy had tried to call him since Friday.
Now, it was so early on Monday morning that the sun was barely up yet, and everything that had pulled Aled out of the endless loop of stress and responsibility that was his everyday life was about to end.
A really big part of him didn’t want it to end. He lay in bed, the first light of dawn peeking through the cottage’s curtains, spooning Jamie’s sleeping form, and wishing that everything between him and Jamie could be real. And it wasn’t just the sex, though that was a big part of it. Without really knowing it, Jamie had totally helped Aled to accept his sexual needs and to explore them without any sense of guilt or thought that what they were doing was creepy. He’d felt good doing all the things they’d done, even though some of them had been way outside of his norm.
Who knew that he seriously got off on fucking someone who was blindfolded, tied up in a wildly uncomfortable pose and completely immobile, and wearing a ball-gag? Who knew that the guy he was fucking would get off on it too and not only be okay with the whole thing, but would thank him for it with genuine emotion afterwards? And who would have thought that aftercare could be the most amazing and powerful part of the entire play?
Aled smiled vaguely as he remembered that whole scene from the night before, the climax of their weekend of play. He stroked Jamie’s arm, ridiculously impressed by how graceful, and how flexible, he’d been. And how patient. God, had Jamie ever been patient with him! Aled was the dom, but Jamie just had a sort of…teacher energy about him that guided Aled to let all his fantasies loose.
Jamie drew in a breath and stretched as sleep left him. His body was flush with Aled’s so Aled could feel every strain and pull of his muscles, feel the moments when he tensed or pushed through an ache. And he could definitely feel Jamie’s morning wood when he twisted to lay facing Aled, their bodies still aligned and touching. Jamie could probably feel his semi as well, especially as it started to fill out.
“Good morning,” Aled said softly, brushing Jamie’s floppy hair back from his face, then leaning in to kiss his warm lips. He didn’t even care about morning breath. The two of them had tasted more than enough of each other in the last two and a half days so that morning breath was nothing.
“Good morning yourself,” Jamie said, still drowsy and languid.
Aled held his breath for a moment. Jamie hadn’t addressed him as “Sir”. He hadn’t sounded like a sub waking up to his master at all. He sounded real and unguarded, like the two of them were lovers who adored each other.
He didn’t let the quickening in his gut show in his expression, or as he moved from stroking Jamie’s arm to brushing his fingertips across Jamie’s stubbly face.
Jamie didn’t say anything. He just smiled at Aled, peaceful and alive and so relaxed that Aled thought he deserved a medal for being able to exist in the moment. He tentatively rested a hand on Aled’s hip, not saying anything, that submissive look that asked for permission to touch appearing in his eyes.
Aled answered it by leaning in and kissing him again. As far as he was concerned, Jamie could touch him whenever he wanted.
“Is it Monday already?” he asked, resting his palm against Jamie’s cheek and brushing his lips with his thumb.
Jamie moaned and closed his eyes. He nuzzled against Aled’s hand, then, with his eyes still closed, said, “Not yet. I’m not ready for it.”
“Neither am I,” Aled said with a sigh.
He really wasn’t. For the first time in years, he’d found a pocket of peace. He’d let his cares and burdens go for the whole blissful weekend, and he’d lived only for himself.
No, that wasn’t true at all. He’d lived for Jamie. Only, Jamie didn’t demand things of him that stressed him out. What they’d both needed matched. They’d fulfilled each other.
Aled loved his brother and sister deeply, but everyone needed some time away so that they could go back and love even harder.
“What?” Jamie asked, confusion twitching across his face.
Aled made a short sound and shook his head. He wasn’t ready to go back and give this peace up yet.
Instead, he rolled Jamie to his back, pushed his legs open, and spread himself over him. It amazed him how pliant and willing Jamie was, how his body just accepted whatever Aled wanted to take from him. Aled was certain that if he’d chosen to climb out of bed and fetch the cane he’d bought from one of the vendors and came back to beat a dozen, angry, red marks across Jamie’s chest and stomach, Jamie would lie there and let him do it with a smile on his face.
He didn’t want that, though. He wanted something much better.
With nothing but a smile, he dipped down to kiss Jamie in earnest. It wasn’t a fierce or punishing kiss, it was pure passion, opening Jamie up and taking what he wanted from him. It was sharing and touching on the deepest level. Aled wanted this brave, enigmatic man under him in so many ways that he’d lost count.
He shifted away from Jamie’s mouth when he was just about out of breath and dragged his lips to Jamie’s neck. Jamie tilted his head to the side, giving him full access to whatever he wanted. Aled loved that about him. He loved the trust that Jamie showed him and the honesty about what he wanted and liked, no matter how shocking it was.
He just loved him.
Maybe it was illusory and fleeting, but Aled was certain of it. In two days, he’d fallen in love with this man who had let him abuse and violate his body, and who had taken so much pleasure in it all. He loved Jamie’s steady, calming presence and the way he made him feel like he really could do anything.
He bit down on Jamie’s neck, sucking hard with the intent of leaving a mark there that Jamie would be able to remember him by when they’d parted. He was claiming Jamie as his own, and Jamie must have felt it. He made the sexiest sound of pleasure and surrender, and pushed his erection against Aled’s belly to show him just how much he wanted it.
The soft, sensual mood switched slightly to something needier and bright. Aled left Jamie’s neck and moved his way down to one of Jamie’s nipples. They were already pink and protruding from the weekend’s play, and when Aled closed his mouth over one, flicked it with his tongue, then bit it gently, Jamie arched and strained into him as if it hurt…and he loved it.
It was the perfect way to start the morning. Aled went on, finding more and different ways to lavish Jamie with pleasure, then to double it with a little well-timed pain. Within minutes, they were both sweating and panting and lost in their own world of connection and excitement. It couldn’t be their last time together, it just couldn’t.
That thread of desperation made Aled bold, and when he reached for the lube on the bedside table, he left the condoms where they were. Jamie saw what he was doing, and when Aled knelt back between Jamie’s spread legs, lifted his hips with one hand, then shoved a pillow under them, he nodded his consent.
