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That little nod was the sexiest fucking thing Aled had ever seen. He couldn’t get the lube open or squirt it over Jamie’s pink and used hole fast enough. He got lube everywhere as he rushed to coat his own cock, too, and when he wasted no time lining himself up and pushing in, skin on skin, he and Jamie both let out wild moans of satisfaction.
Fucking as part of a scene while wearing a condom was one thing. Making love bare and feeling every inch of each other without impediment was a whole other universe of pleasure. Aled took it slow to start, pulling Jamie’s legs up and putting them where he wanted them before leaning over him and thrusting a little harder. Jamie made quick, deep sounds and bit his lip as his face contorted with pleasure.
Aled was never going to forget it. Not the way Jamie grabbed his legs under his knees and pulled himself open more as Aled found and drilled his prostate, and not the way he had to fight with everything he had not to come too quickly. It wasn’t just the heat and friction of two bodies doing what they did best to get each other off, it was the oneness the two of them had found and the knowledge that connection like that didn’t come along every day.
Aled lifted himself enough so that he could watch Jamie’s hard cock dripping precum onto his belly as he thrust. Jamie had to be close. The tension he could feel sizzling between them was proof enough of that. The moment was beyond him verbally giving his boy permission to come now. Way beyond that.
With more finesse than he thought he had, Aled shifted so that he could fist Jamie’s cock while still pounding his prostate. The effect was almost immediate. Jamie tipped his head back and shouted with pleasure as spurts of cum erupted across his belly and chest. The sight was so gorgeous that Aled started to come before he was aware enough to stop it.
Not that he had any desire to stop it at all. It was one of the best fucking orgasms he’d ever had, made even better as he watched the desperate pleasure pinch and contort Jamie’s face. He would never, as long as he lived, forget Jamie’s come face.
Satisfaction washed over Aled as he held himself inside Jamie until he was certain he was all wrung out, then as he pulled out and flopped to his side. He pulled Jamie straight into his arms before either of them had fully come back down to earth and slammed his mouth over his.
The energy with which they kissed and groped each other, making out like randy teenagers even as the exhaustion that came after really good sex pressed down on them was vibrant. There was nothing keeping the two of them apart, not age or level of experience, or even the fact that they had no idea who the other really was. They were them, the perfect “us”, and Aled wanted to hold onto that for as long as possible.
They finally ran out of energy and snoozed for a while. Aled could already feel the rest of his life poking around the edges of his mind. He hadn’t known where his mobile phone was for days, and he’d only fleetingly worried about whether Dawn had been dealing with her anxiety and whether she’d needed to call Dr. Gable or Dr. Tenthoff, or whether Jeremy was getting into trouble with his friends. Those things were starting to feel important again, and in no time, they would be back to being his whole world. That and finally starting university.
“Hey,” Jamie nudged him gently out of his thoughts just as they were becoming more than a whisper around the edges of his consciousness. When Aled opened his eyes and looked at him, Jamie looked expectant and a little hesitant. “Would you do something for me?”
That was exactly the sort of thing Aled had lived the last few years of his life for, doing something for others.
“Sure,” he said, muscling himself to his side so that he could face Jamie more directly. “Anything. I’ll do anything you need.”
Jamie smiled. He still had admiration and submissiveness in his eyes, but the two of them were definitely lifting out of the weekend’s scene.
Instead of making a verbal request, Jamie rolled around and got out of bed. Aled took a moment to drink in the sight of his beautiful body, his graceful, lean lines, the redness of his back and arse from the way they’d played, and the telltale bits of drying cum that he wore like medals. He was just so beautiful to look at.
He stepped over to the bureau where his rucksack had sat for the last day and a half, after they’d packed up all his things from the other cottage and brought it all to Aled’s. Jamie reached into his bag and came out with the heavy, studded flogger he’d brought with him.
He turned back to Aled with a vulnerable, hopeful look and asked, “Will you give me something to remember you by?”
Everything about the request had Aled’s insides running riot. He felt a surge of lust and longing to hear the thud and watch the welts and bruises appear. His heart squeezed and pounded at the trust Jamie was showing him. And something much deeper than all of that swelled up like the dawn with affection and want and, dare he even think it, love.
“Absolutely,” he said, climbing out of bed himself.
The excitement and relief in Jamie’s eyes as he took the flogger from him and nodded to the main room filled Aled with a whole new level of confidence. He followed Jamie into the main room and over to the St. Andrew’s Cross, standing taller and walking with more purpose than he had…possibly ever.
“Hold onto the cross,” he ordered Jamie as he positioned his arms and legs, then leaned into the wooden frame. “I’m not going to strap you to it, I want you to hold yourself willingly for me.”
Jamie took a deep breath and did as he’d been asked. The emotion that radiated from him was as humbling as the way he spread himself and waited there for whatever Aled wanted to do to him.
Of course, it wasn’t about what Aled wanted to do to him. It was about what Jamie wanted done to him. It was about all the weird, broken, bent things about each of them that matched each other and made it all okay and perfectly natural.
Aled tested the weight of the flogger a bit until he felt like he had the balance right, then he raised it and let the falls fly, landing with a heavy thud across Jamie’s back. Jamie tightened, then relaxed and made a sound that was half pain and half pleasure. Red marks from the leather and the studs immediately stood out against Jamie’s already pink back.
Aled lifted the flogger and struck him again, holding nothing back, though he knew it had to hurt like a motherfucker. Again, the sound Jamie made was of painful bliss. So Aled gave him another one.
The studded flogger was merciless, and Aled felt so powerful wielding it. He was fascinated with the marks that appeared all over Jamie’s back, and he extended them to cover his arse and thighs. Jamie wanted something to remember him by, and he was determined to give him plenty of it that would last a while, but the thing that Jamie gave him in return was something he’d been missing for five long years. Jamie gave him the confidence that he was in control again, that he wasn’t some powerless kid, set adrift by someone else’s insane actions.
He kept at it until Jamie’s back was so welted and bruised that he was afraid the next blow would break skin. Then he chucked the flogger to the side and stepped into the beautiful man, hugging him close, both of them panting. The whole experience had made both of them hard again, but instead of just fucking Jamie, he humped his painful, welted arse until he couldn’t hold back his orgasm anymore and added streams of pearly cum to the artwork he’d made of Jamie’s body.
Aled intended to reach around to bring Jamie to orgasm, but discovered his brilliant, sneaky sub—no, his lover, even if it was temporary—had already come, either because of the flogging or from the friction of his cock rubbing against the leather padding of the cross while Aled had taken his pleasure of him.
Either way, for some mad reason, it made him laugh. It wasn’t just a short, cute laugh either. It was a release of joy that came all the way from the bottom of his soul. He wrapped his arms around Jamie, leaned his face against the side of his head, and laughed like he hadn’t for years. And dammit, if Jamie didn’t laugh with him.
“I don’t know why I’m laughing,” he said as soon as he was able, still holding Jamie close and feeling the angry heat of his wrecked back.
“It’s just a release of emotion,” Jamie explained, like he knew what he was talking about. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
