“Yes, sir.” I kneeled down again at the foot of the bed, pouring lube on my fingers as I did. I slicked them up and took James’ cock in my mouth again as I pushed my middle finger inside him.
“Fuck, yes. Do that. More.” It seemed James was reduced to short sentences wherever pleasure was involved. I kept his cock in my mouth, bobbing up and down as much as I could without gagging. I found myself taking it deeper each time. I added a second finger to his hole as I did, and James just moaned in response. Without me even touching it, I could feel my cock getting hard. I did my best to pull my jeans down with my spare hand and managed to get them to my ankles.
“Enough of that unless you want me to finish in your mouth right now. I need you to fuck me.”
James’ assertiveness and that he knew exactly what he wanted was even more of a turn on. It felt a little bit clumsy as I took my fingers out from him and tried to get the condom on but I managed, and when I looked James was smiling down at me. “Come here and kiss me,” he said. I moved up his body, still stood on the floor and leaning over him, and kissed him deep and slow. James bit my lip mid kiss and pulled, and I felt like I was about to finish just from that.
“Fuck me like this,” he said. “I want to see you.” James raised his legs slightly and with a small bit of manoeuvring my cock was at his hole. I used more lube to coat the condom.
“You sure?” I asked. I was nervous, but quivering with excitement.
“Yes, as long as you are. Take it slow.” James kissed me again and I positioned my cock to slide into him slowly. He hissed as I first breached his hole. “Slow, slow.” I stopped for a second, and then pushed in slower, centimetre by centimetre into his warmth. After a moment, James groaned out loud as I slid all the way in. Gently, I pulled out a little again and pushed back. James moaned again. “Yes, like that.”
I rocked into him, back and forth, James’ moans encouraging me to start to move harder and faster.
“Fuck, harder. Faster.”
“I don’t think I can last…” I was embarrassed to admit how close I was already, but everything about James was doing it for me. His body, his face as I fucked him, the tightness around my cock.
“Me too. Come when you need to.” James manoeuvred his hand between us to wrap around his cock. I found myself pushing his legs back towards him as I pushed harder, faster, deeper. “Oh, fuck,” said James as he came all over his own body. Seeing that was enough to push me over the edge and I came inside him, racked with an orgasm more intense than anythingI’d ever had before. James moved his head up to kiss me gently and sweetly as I pulled out.
“Was that…OK?” I asked, hesitantly. It had all felt so right at the time. But James had probably had tens, if not hundreds, of men in his time.
“Yes, it was. More than OK, I mean. It was the best.”
I disposed of the condom and walked to the bathroom to grab a towel, passing it to James before collapsing on the bed next to him. “Thank you,” I whispered. I kissed him again, with no hurry or agenda — just a sweet, slow kiss that I never wanted to end. His arm lazily trailed up my stomach and chest as we kissed, and I felt like I was in heaven.
“Don’t need to thank me,” he said. “I’m very keen to do it again sometime.”
“Any time you want,” I replied. And I knew I was hooked on this man after less than a week. I knew however often he would be coming back wouldn’t be often enough for me, but I’d still yearn for him. I would still miss him, and any amount of James would never be enough. But I was at peace with that. I’d waited over 30 years for this. I could wait weeks or months at a time for it again.
“So how long is it you’re staying?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light and casual.
“As long as you’ll have me,” James replied.
“Ah, I’ll keep you forever,” I joked. Well, half joked. I looped one arm under James’ body and pulled him in closer to me. I had never laid so intimately and openly with someone like this before. The warm, close feeling was almost as good as the sex had been.
“Sounds like a deal.” James shifted closer in again, laying one slender leg over mine. He tucked his head onto my chest. I tried to process what he was saying. Was this some kind of joke? Was he asking me out, wanting to keep this long distance?
James looked up at me with a smile playing at the edges of his lips. “You should see your face,” he said. “You look like you’re stuck on a particularly tough maths question.”
“If that’s what you want to call yourself, so be it,” I said. “But I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“I’m staying here. In Hiraeth. For as long as you and everyone else here can tolerate me.”
My heart — and my brain — skipped a beat for a second. “Here? Hiraeth? For good?”
“You’ll get to a full sentence eventually, I’m sure of it,” James smiled.
“But — what about London? Your job? Your friends? Your flat?”
“I had all of one friend in London, who’s going to use his job in tourism marketing to get to here as often as he can. The property market is insane and I’ll have my flat sublet in a week. Or I’ll pay off my landlord. And my job…fuck it, really. Fuck it all.”
“What are you going to do here?” I was dumbfounded that he could uproot his life like this so quickly.
“Whatever I like. But namely, I’m going to start a little cafe in the empty shop front. Mr Prentis is selling me it and the flat above for a steal, so I have somewhere to work and somewhere to live. It took being beaten up in an alleyway, but I’ve realised money and career isn’t everything. I just want to earn enough to get by and enjoy my life. I want to be part of a bigger community and I want to have time to do my own thing.”
“Well that sounds…good,” I said a bit lamely. I wasn’t sure how to bring up the next bit.Man up,supplied my brain unhelpfully. “So…if you’re staying. What…what are we? What am I to you, I mean?”
