The kiss started off hesitant as each of our cold lips touched, but quickly heated up as we did. With confidence and dominance I didn’t know I had, I put one hand behind his headand pushed him up against the cold cave wall. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he moaned, which only made me kiss deeper and harder. Our teeth clashed as we deepened the kiss, and James’ free hand snuck under my shirt. It was so cold that I hissed and pulled back before going in for more.
“God, you’re sexy,” James said between kisses. His free hand snuck down to palm me over my jeans. I was rock hard and responded to his touch by pressing up against him harder, his hand a barrier between both of our erections.
I felt his hand start to slip below my belt, cold fingers reaching down towards my cock. I did my best to unbuckle my belt with one hand, to give him access. Once I had clumsily managed that, I reached for James’ top button to undo his jeans but he batted my hand away. The hand that had been tangled in my hair came down to help his other hand in undoing my trousers, and he wrapped his cold fingers around me.
“Fuck,“ I hissed, both at his touch and at the sudden cold.
James pulled away from me slightly. “So you never messed around in here as a teenager, no?”
“No,” I whispered back.
“Let me really make up for it then.” James sank to a crouch on the floor and freed my cock from the confines of my jeans. The cold air hit it straight away and I instinctively flinched backward, but James put one hand on my arse and pulled me forwards, replacing cold air with a warm mouth.
It had been a long time. Years, in fact, since Tudor and I had last messed around. And I knew it had never been this good. I looked down to see James with lips wrapped around my cock in the weak light of my phone and I nearly came then and there. His head bobbed up and down, almost taking the whole length before gagging and pulling back.
He pulled back off me briefly, and looked up at me. “Even bigger than I thought,” he said quietly. He pushed his lips back onto my cock and I could feel myself getting closer.
“Fuck, I’m going to-” I tried pulling away, but James’ hand on my arse pulled me back in as he continued to work his magic. I could feel my release building, my balls pulling up tighter toward my body as he licked up and down the shaft. I groaned as I came, holding myself to the wall to stop my legs going from under me.
James carried on sucking as I finished. I heard him gag and when I looked down there were tears in his eyes. I pulled out of his mouth and sank down to his level. I took his face in my hands.
“Is everything OK?” I asked.
“Of course,” James smiled as he wiped the water away. “I really liked that.”
“Let me…” I started to move toward his zipper but James stopped me.
“Nah, I like pleasuring you,” he said. I thought I saw him blush in the darkness and he dipped his head to not keep eye contact. “You can do me another time.”
“Sure?” I asked. I tucked myself back into my jeans as the cold air started to effect me.
“I’m sure.” James pulled me in for a kiss. I don’t know how long we both crouched in the cave like that in an intimate embrace, but by the time we had finished kissing my hands were freezing and my lips were chapped. Only my mouth and cheeks felt warm and we were both shivering.
“Can I walk you home?” I pulled James to his feet.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
7
Chapter Seven
James
The banging on bedroom the door woke me quickly and rudely. “James, there’s a parcel here for you!” Nain shouted.
“Thanks Nain, I’ll be out in a minute…” I rubbed at my eyes blearily. It must have been a little bit later than I’d been getting up recently as the sun was shining through the little pinpricks I had once made in the black curtains. I checked the clock on my shitty phone — I hadn’t charged it in days, which was one positive. It was 10am. And I had a missed call from my boss.
I looked around the room and was filed with embarrassment from the night before. My jeans and boxers lay on the floor and I could see the big sticky wet patch from the bed. I was glad Llywelyn hadn’t noticed, but giving him head has resulted in me finishing hands-free. I’d never done that, but giving him pleasure in a cold, damp cave had somehow become one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I’d had a great time, but neverwould want to admit that I can without him touching me. I was 29, not 13.
I pulled on a spare pair of boxers from the little bedside table Nain had brought in and took the only other pair of jeans I had.
There was a white polo shirt in my drawer that I hadn’t seen before which gave me a feeling Nain had been back out to the shop without me, and I pulled on the teal jumper I’d neglected to wear the night before. It seemed Nain was trying to give me a whole new look without me noticing, and I didn’t hate it. I was used to the corporate world of suits and brogues, but comfy jumpers and jeans made me feel more at home in the country.
Picking up my phone with a little feeling of dread, I re-dialled my boss.
“Hello, James. I trust you’re well?” My boss’ voice drove a little spike of fear into me that it never had before.
“I’m very well, thank you Arthur.” It was far too easy to slip back into the corporate tone.
