I pulled the waistband of James’ boxers just down slightly to release his cock and kissed down his neck until I was at eye level. It had been a long time since I’d done anything like this, and it had always been a quick and awkward fumble in a hotel room. I’d never really tried to besexybefore, and I didn’t know really how to do it.
I got down on my knees and brought myself eye level with James’ penis. It was a bit smaller than mine, with well trimmed pubes. It curved slightly one way. I was afraid of getting this all wrong, but I was there and ready to go. I wrapped one hand around it as I fumbled with my own fly, pulling my aching cock out of my jeans just to stop it straining so hard against them.
I put my lips to the head and James moaned. Buoyed by an early success, I slid it slightly deeper, keeping my hand wrapped around it as a buffer and moving up and down gently.
“Fuck, that feels good,” James said. Feeling more brave now, I took my hand away from his cock and moved it to his balls. Iplayed with them as I toyed with taking it deeper into my mouth. “Yes, like that.”
I tried way too quickly to take it all then and choked. I pulled back, worried I had ruined things but when I looked up James was looking at me with lust glazed eyes and an easy smile. I tried again, and choked. I realised my own cock jumped when I choked too. Was I enjoying giving this as much as I enjoyed getting it? I hadn’t thought that would be how it worked.
I kept bobbing my head up and down his cock, palming at my own throbbing cock at the same time. Giving him pleasure was getting me off more than I thought possible. I gripped at the base of my shaft just to stop myself from cumming before he did.
His moaning and gasping giving me even more confidence, I let the hand on his balls wander backwards, and I brushed over his taint and to his hole.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Touch me there.”
Without lube, I was limited in what I could do, but just pressing one finger against James’ hole seemed to do the trick. Whereas he’d been lying pretty still, he now bucked upwards gently into my mouth. “Fuck, Llyw. I’m going to-”
I pulled away as he came, cum shooting into my beard and onto my face. I was surprised to know I liked that too.
After James had finished I finally let myself finish too, standing up quickly to wank myself and finishing all over James where he lay on the bed. James burst into laughter.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry-” I started. I was mortified that he was laughing.Have I done something wrong?I thought.
“No, no. Just getting covered in cum in my grandmother’s house wasn’t how I anticipated the night going,” James said. “You were…amazing. Fuck, it was good.”
He stood up so his naked body was almost touching my clothes and wiped at my beard with one hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
James led me to the bathroom, turned the light on and and stepped into the shower. Feeling suddenly less confident after finishing, I used the sink to wash myself up, cleaning off my face in the little bathroom mirror. When I was done, I turned to dry my face and caught a glimpse of James in the shower.
He really was beautiful. He caught me looking and smiled, and it made me want to smile too. I didn’t know what my feelings for him were, not really, but I knew it would hurt when he left the next day.
As he got out of the shower I handed him a towel. “When was it you were planning on leaving again?” I asked.
“Officially? Tomorrow…but I checked the train times for Aberystwyth and I should be able to make it back on time to London Friday afternoon and work late if I get the first train that morning. I wouldn’t mind staying an extra night.”
“Do you want me to drop you to the station in the morning?” I asked.
“No, I couldn’t possibly ask you to come here so early to pick me up.”
“I meant…I’d like you to stay at mine. I’ll drop you off in the morning.” It felt stupid to ask, I knew I was pushing for more time which we didn’t really have. But I wanted James. And if I couldn’t have him for longer, I would just have him for now.
9
Chapter Nine
James
When I slept, I thought about Llywelyn. And the first thoughts I had as I woke were of Llywelyn too. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and it was starting to scare me.
But I also couldn’t stop thinking about this little village, and when I checked my phone for the time and saw yet another missed call from my boss I wanted to cry, or shrivel up into a ball or…
Or never leave. I knew it sounded stupid, even in my head. But I had found myself enjoying my time in Hiraeth more than I thought possible. I hadn’t even told my boss I’d be taking an extra morning off.
I swung my legs out of bed and pulled on my jeans, then the shirt I had been wearing the day before. I felt my cheeks warm as I remembered Llywelyn’s fingers taking the shirt apart. I’d arranged the night before that I would call the taxi service ratherthan have him pick me up, as I had a lot of stuff and no idea when I’d be saying goodbye to Nain.
He’d gone home the night before, saying he couldn’t stay with me in a single bed but that we’d definitely have somewhere to stay when I came over. I’d kissed him as he left. I didn’t know how I felt about him, but I knew there was something big there. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to admit it.
My phone rang, startling me. I looked down with dread, expecting my boss again. It was Owen, and I smiled as I picked it up.
