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  "See? A few hours in your company and Sir Richard is stirring."

  "Sir Richard would stir if a gay sparrow twittered at him," Edan said as he put two glasses and a bottle of South African red wine on the coffee table. "Shiraz?"

  "Please. And for your information, not a gay sparrow, sweetie. At least a gay cock. Get your bird correct, now."

  Edan laughed. Athol had always been able to poke fun at himself. "Bird or bloke?" Edan asked Athol as he twisted the closure off the bottle and poured two glasses.

  "Him, her, who knows, and cheers." Athol took a glass and clinked it to Edan's.

  "Her?" Edan was dismayed at the dull throb of pain that hit him.

  "Now, did I say that?' Athol put his glass on the table and stood up until his face touched Edan's. The sweet scent of wine and Athol swirled around Edan, and his own cock perked up.

  Athol leaned forward and his tongue stroked across Edan's lips. Edan sighed and opened them, ready to welcome the thrust of Athol's tongue. It didn't happen. With only a couple of gentle touches, Athol pulled back and stared at Edan.

  "Well, we could, but who gets first dibs on the fuck fest, and who puts up and shuts up like a good little sub?" Athol's expression was contemplative, almost sad, and Edan sighed again.

  "Yeah, we're probably the most unforgiving, most incompatible people, the most unlikely couple on the planet, and yet we, well I anyway, want nothing more than to screw you senseless. Why the fuck can't we switch with each other?" Try as he might, Edan couldn't inject a positive note into his tone.

  "Now, Einstein, if we knew how to answer that and sort it, you'd've not disappeared down south to do whatever, and I'd've not spent the last however many years trying to prove I didn't need you." Athol shrugged his shoulders. The movement made every muscle in his torso ripple.

  Argh, pre-cum inducing heat.

  "True enough. And it was lecturing in Hong Kong, not disappearing down south." Edan took in Athol's shocked expression. "Didn't you know?"

  Athol shook his head. "Nah, I'd got you at some obscure ex-poly in the Midlands. Guess I screwed that line of investigation up good and proper."

  Edan sat down on the settee and pulled Athol to sit next to him. "I hid my tracks well, like an animal going away to lick his wounds. What else did you screw," he paused, "up?"

  Athol grinned, some of his usual upbeat mood showing. "Up, down, or like a rabbit? Ah, Ede, not much to be honest. Of any shape, form or sex."

  Bastard. He always had known how to get Edan riled up. It was no wonder they could never come to terms over who did what to whom, how and when.

  "Yeah. So do we do a quick blast of our pasts and then see what needs doing for our present?" Edan asked. It might be Athol in the mire, but Edan knew fine well he'd done his bit to get him there. And it might not be—he pulled his thoughts out of the dark hole they were edging into and sipped his wine.

  Athol nodded and touched his wrist to Edan's. That tiny well-remembered gesture of affection helped him gather his thoughts.

  "You start," Athol said. "Fill in the gaps for me." He smiled. "After all, we all know I'm an open book."

  "Yeah, with blank pages. 'Fess up, you're about as uncomplicated as a sat nav in the highlands."

  Athol laughed and crossed his legs at the ankles. As ever Edan got an eyeful of the perfectly defined shape of Athol's cock behind the well-worn denim that covered his lower body. It made his mouth dry and his skin prickle. The attraction hadn't faded over the years, just the opposite. Edan moved uneasily on the chair. If that one tiny—okay, not so tiny—bulge got him hot and horny, god knows what would happen if he saw Athol's prick in reality. Probably come on the spot.

  "So? You spill first," Edan asked in the hope he'd distract Athol from noticing how he'd reacted. Of course it didn't work. Stupid fucking expression. Athol looked from his own cock to Edan and smirked.

  "Could be a close run thing, the spill," Athol winked. "So, after our last meet, greet, and not get together, I decided I had to get on with life. Sold my flat in the West End, even though it was handy for shops, pubs, club, etcetera, and bought a house in a village outside Glasgow. I still work in the city. Happy?" Athol shrugged. "Allegedly. Good at my job? Undoubtedly. Satisfied? Not often."

  "And a Dom?" Edan asked.

  "Definitely." Athol raised a shoulder. "Sort of."

  "Sort of?"

  "Ah, Ede, I though I was all out Dom and all out gay. It seems neither are set in stone."

  "Nah," Edan said and then shook his head. "Athol not being a Dom isn't possible, surely? You were always so adamant, no way would you not direct. No way. You told me it's a part of you, and without Athol the Dom we wouldn't have Athol the man."

  "And you," Athol said. "You wouldn't give in."

  "Lord knows what I am. It's a fucking nightmare, or non-fucking," Edan said. "Half my problem was I wouldn't give in to you. Thought it undermined me as a man. With age and so-called maturity, I know differently, but I'm too bloody stubborn to accept it. Nowadays, I'm not tested. Argh, that came out all wrong. My resolve hasn't been tested, my health has. I'm clean. It's hard not to be when a good fucking is a fond memory. I'm so angry half the time and so happy the other. No, not even that. I don’t know what…shit, Athol, what have we let ourselves become, eh?"

  Athol looked up at him, and put his finger over Edan's lips. Edan tasted salty skin and scented Athol's individual citrusy essence.

  "Hush, we'll only get ratty. It works both ways," Athol said quietly. "And while I remember, I'm clean as well. I've been tested recently. I had my yearly medical last month, and I'm like you. Not just in that matter, either. We won't let ourselves become, and that's the problem. Always was. Now we've got an even bigger one." He looked from Edan's cock to his own. Both stretched their respective coverings to the limit. Athol gave a wry grin. "Self service or waited upon?"

  Back to our damned Dom problem.

  Edan gave into temptation and pulled Athol's digit into his mouth. Then sucked.

  Athol groaned like a man in pain.

  "Yeah, you do that, and you'll be on your stomach with your jeans down and your arse in the air before I can say hallelujah."

  With infinite slowness Edan pulled back until, with a gentle plop his lips left Athol's finger. His lips tingled and the taste of Athol lingered.

  "Damn, if I don't wish that was my cock you'd sucked." Athol said. "Okay, all this wishing and wanting isn't helping, is it?”

  Edan agreed with him. "So, let me see. We graduated, we fucked up, split up and both sulked. Am I right so far?"

  Athol nodded.

  "I bummed around the world for a few years, working supply lecturing." Edan continued his narrative. "Arrived in Hong Kong, loved it and stayed for a good few years. Mum got cancer so I came home to be closer. She recovered but I'd got the job here, and I like it. So I stayed on. And here I am. Senior lecturer who shares his house with Absinthe."

  "Eh?"

  "My cat."

  As if on cue, the door began to open and the cat padded in, meowed, and jumped onto the settee between them, purring loudly. She looked from one to the other and began to clean herself.

  Athol laughed. "She's comfy anyway."

  More than I am. Edan wished he wore loose joggers rather than the linen pants he wore to work. "I need to change." He stood up abruptly. "Want some jogging bottoms?"

  Athol looked surprised.

  As well he might. Talk about an abrupt change of subject. Way to go.

  Athol stared at Edan's cock, which still strained the material of his trousers.

  "I don't think joggers will make the state of my cock any less interested than the state of yours," Athol said. "But yeah, please. Then we need to talk. We can put off the evil moment for a long as we want, but it's not going to go away. Someone wants to cause trouble."

  "Okay. Come on then." They left the cat, and she opened one eye and spread herself over where they'd been sitting. Athol followed Edan up the stairs.

  E
dan wondered what Athol made of this part of his house. The public rooms might be conventional, but Edan would be the first to admit his bedroom wasn't. He pushed open the door and stood back to let Athol precede him. Athol took two steps and stopped dead.

  "Fuck a duck."

  "No thanks, nor a ducky. Not much I want to fuck, to be honest." Unless it's you. "Like it?"

  Athol turned in a circle and Edan reckoned he missed nothing. Not the shackle points on the bedposts, the long low bench at the foot of the overlarge piece, or the contraption of ropes and pulleys that hung from the ceiling.

  "Well, if it's not just for ornamentation, yeah. Do you ever use it for the purpose it's meant?"

  Edan shook his head. "Nah, but by god it gets my imagination going. And as the only way I get off these days is using that, well, I decided I might as well get all the help I can." He grinned. "And by all I hold dear, my imagination has you trussed, tied and tangled up in this lot."

  Athol touched one of the ropes and set it swinging. "Since we split, did you ever do any training? You know, to be a better Dom. Experience what your sub would?" His expression was curious, but the tone of his voice told Edan nothing.

  "Did you?" Edan asked. "After all, we weren't really Doms, were we? Just two dominant characters that both wanted to be boss." He paused. "And still do, I guess."

  "Ah well. Yes I did. Do the ‘sub to be a Dom’ stuff," Athol said. "At Dommissima, actually. I met the owner on an open night, just after I'd started practicing. I wanted to know more. She—"

  "She?" Edan interrupted him. "The owner is a she?"

  "Sexist. Why not?"

  "Oh fuck, not sexist, just surprised. I'd always understood it was a bloke. Male or female, it's a unisex name."

  "She spells it Linsey. When she first set the club up I don't think it did her any harm for the local Neds to think it was a bloke. Even as I heard someone say a poncy bloke with a poncy name. Then one day someone tried to force their way in and ended up with a broken arm and bruised balls. She teaches self-defense as well. After that it was a well-known fact you didn't mess with her, her punters, or anyone who had anything to do with the club. She's a mate now, and a bloody good Domme. If only the…Oh, ignore me. Linsey has her own problems. Anyway, to answer your question, yes I subbed to be a better Dom. Was it my thing, the subbing? No. Could I do it for you?" Athol stopped speaking. Edan held his breath as a rush of heat flooded him.

  "I'd love to say yes, but I can't. Not unless you do it for me as well."

  There was a strange ringing in Edan's ears. Shit, I can't faint. That's so not good.

  "No answer?" Athol shrugged. "I thought we might eventually get to the ‘I will if you will’. But too late, eh? Okay, so ignore my problem, eh? I'll sort it. I'm sorry, we're both too stubborn to see what we might have if we weren't. If you shove a coffee in me, I'll get out of your hair. I've only had half a bottle of Singa. After a coffee I'll be well under the limit." He turned toward the door.

  Edan grabbed his arm and jerked him back. Athol's lips firmed, and his expression was pure 'don't mess with a Dom'.

  "Say that again," Edan spoke in a fierce voice. "I missed the last bit."

  Athol stared, disbelief over his face.

  "I fucking did," Edan said. "I felt faint, okay? Sissy function took over. I only heard you say you couldn't and my brain switched into ‘scared as shit and all fucked up’ mode. I never heard 'the I will if you will bit' properly. Do you mean it?"

  Athol pulled his arm free and walked over to the bench at the bottom of the bed. He ran his hand over the leather cover. As his fingers splayed and caressed the material, Edan swallowed. If only Athol touched Edan's cock like that, he'd reciprocate with pleasure.

  "I mean it. I'm a Dom, for fuck's sake. A bloody good one. So are you. I reckon we can do this. You know like 'I, Athol, as your Dom command you to take charge', and vice versa. What do you think?"

  Why had we never thought of that before? Too immature, of course. Edan realized Athol was waiting for an answer.

  "So, do we toss to see who goes first?"

  ****

  Athol couldn't believe the rush of adrenalin that coursed through him. Every nerve end tingled. To know they just might be getting somewhere was so exhilarating, that one swipe of Edan's tongue anywhere on his body would make him come. Slight exaggeration, but not much. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

  "Well we could do, but then seeing as I came up with the idea, do you want to go first?"

  "Fuck first—talk later?" Edan smiled. "Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed and let's explore again."

  That was jumping in with a vengeance. Was revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once done never forgotten? He'd soon find out.

  Athol decided it felt strange to have Edan watching him as he undid his zipper and stroked it carefully down the sensitive skin of his prick. Edan's gaze was so intense, Athol's hands shook, as he held the metal away from his body. Foreskin in zipper teeth wasn't a good omen.

  "You going to reciprocate?" Athol asked as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock. The head glistened with pre cum, and Edan's indrawn breath told him more than words that the sight excited both of them.

  "Who's the, ah fuck it, let’s just both ask and receive, eh?" Edan toed off his shoes and undid his belt buckle in a hurry. "Last one naked loses the next decision."

  Athol laughed as his shoes caught in his jeans as he tried to remove the clothes and not the footwear. It wasn’t possible, so with a quick check of where Edan stood, he grinned and pushed Edan. Edan whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims around his ankles. He waved his legs in the air.

  "Cheat."

  "Yeah." Athol jumped and landed on the bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed Edan to hold him close, and thrust his tongue in between Edan's parted lips.

  This kiss was different. As Edan's male, musky, scent surrounded him Athol knew tears were close. He'd missed this man as if a limb had been severed. His man, his other half, was finally here with him.

  But for how long? Athol pushed the thought away and concentrated on using his tongue to touch the inside of Edan's lips, and then stroke over the roof of Edan's mouth.

  Edan responded in an equally aggressive manner. His teeth grazed Athol's tongue and his lips sucked the flesh. Athol scrabbled for the waistband of Edan's half removed denims and shoved for all his worth, to get them away from Edan's body. In the back of his mind, he noticed Edan performed the same act with his, Athol's, jeans. How they managed without unlocking their lips Athol had no idea, and didn't care. All he desired was Edan naked and next to him.

  Edan moved back, and the tiny few inches felt like the Grand Canyon with a force-eight gale to Athol.

  "Shit, Ede, I need to feel you somehow. Make your mind up, for fuck's sake. What's going to happen next?" With a tremendous effort, Athol managed to shuck his shoes and jeans, thankful for the urge he'd had to go commando that morning.

  "Bratty Dom." Edan gasped the words as his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol's T-shirt. "Fuck, what's this stuck on?" He held Athol's T-shirt away from his torso.

  "Hold on." Athol inched the material up and over his nipples. Edan's moan sent his cock into overdrive and his heart thudding. "Ah, you like?"

  "Oh, I like." Edan ran his finger over the silver ring through Athol's right nipple. "How long have you had this?" He dipped his head and Athol about exploded as Edan circled the ring with his tongue and then tugged gently on it.

  "Sh … er god, three, four, ah fuck, enough already. Let's do more. Condoms?"

  "Con … Fuck, shit, and bollocks." Edan rolled onto his back and groaned. His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with his pre-cum. "No, I've been celibate for so long they'd have shriveled up. You?"

  Athol echoed the groan, and laughed softly. What he really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk about serendipity—not. Was this his punishment for what happened all those years ago? Why on earth would he have thought he'd need
rubbers? He'd been more concerned he might need a box to protect himself from a kick or a punch. "Don't talk daft. I'd forgotten what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always was my favorite number. We're clean, and I trust you."

  "And back." Edan shuffled round until his head nestled so close to Athol's cock Athol could feel his breath as it fanned over his heated skin. Athol grabbed Edan's ass and pulled him closer so he could put his lips on Edan's prick and give tiny little kisses along the length until he laved the head. With a mental sigh of pleasure, Athol pulled Edan's cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He enjoyed the salty taste, inhaled the musky male scent, and reveled in the moans and sighs Edan made.

  A tug on his own cock sent his heartbeat racing, and his skin pricked with arousal. He closed his eyes to let himself sink deeper into those beautiful sensations. It was nigh on impossible to groan with pleasure with a mouth full of wet cock, but Athol knew his shudder of pleasure reverberated into Edan. He nuzzled his head further into Edan's groin and grasped his ass even tighter. Edan reciprocated and together they began the nips and sucks of loving each other.

  It wouldn't last long. He wouldn't last long. Athol had no illusions that he wouldn't be able to stave his climax off. Nor did he want to. The climbing emotion, the increasing heat, the shuddering, juddering emotions, and taut skin, embraced him, and he let them flow through him.

  Edan dug his nails into Athol's butt cheeks and spoke around his mouthful of Athol's dick. "Gotta come. Got…aarrghh. Yessss." He shook as his cum filled Athol's mouth. That welcome, never forgotten taste was enough to tip Athol over the edge, and his own climax overwhelmed him. His balls tightened, his nerve ends prickled, and his pulse jumped. Behind his closed eyelids bright lights flashed and spun around. Still he sucked on Edan's cock, never slowing his suck and swallow until Edan nipped the soft skin of Athol's ankle, in a 'no more' gesture.

  Athol might have stopped his ministration, and merely held Edan's cock loosely in his mouth, but Edan had no such thoughts. Edan tugged on Athol's sensitive skin, drinking every last drop of liquid, until Athol accepted he was spent. Still Edan sucked, until Athol thought the pleasure about to tip into pain. He used the same method of asking for it to cease as Edan had. Athol took hold of a handful of Edan's hair and tugged. Edan let his lips slide over Athol's cock until he lifted his head from the tip. Athol felt his cock slip out of Edan's mouth and drop onto his own body. He was spent. Drained, sated, and bloody glad. He rolled onto his back and let his arms hang loosely by his sides. His breath came in irregular shudders and he gulped in air.