A Dom's Decision Read online

  "Well." He couldn't think what else to say.

  "Yeah," Edan crawled over the covers and rested his head on Athol's chest. "A turn up, eh? We made it. Sort of."

  Athol took one deep breath, and followed it with another. "Sure did, love. Thank you." If only it was all that easy. He didn't even try to pretend it would be. Instead he tugged on Edan's arm until he was able to hold him close.

  "I just need you close, okay?" He ran his hand over Edan's head and let the springy strands of hair slip through his fingers. "Love the locks."

  Edan laughed. "I keep thinking I need to get it cut, but never get round to it."

  "Please don't. It's so you." Athol tugged a few strands. "It's how I remember you, when we…" He paused. "Fuck it, we might as well talk about it. It's not going to go away."

  Athol lifted his head. "Yeah, so here? Or downstairs, with a drink… you know, like sensible people for once?"

  "Oh, let's buck the trend. Let's be sensible—sort of."

  Athol sniggered. "Up here, but with wine?"

  "That's it. You make the sheets smooth, and I'll get the wine."

  Edan sat up and crawled off the bed. He managed to rub his cock over Athol before he stood. Then he stretched. His muscles flexed and he tensed his buttocks, before he walked to the door.

  "Nice arse," Athol called as Edan opened the door.

  "Up yours." Edan gave him the bird and left the room.

  "Well, you never know."

  *****

  After a quick visit to the bathroom, Edan fed a demanding Absinthe, and chose a bottle of South African Shiraz. Then he added cheese and crackers to a tray, and made his way back upstairs. The evening had panned out much better than he reckoned either of them had thought it would. Why, when they could mesh so well, did they both remain so stubborn?

  Athol lay propped up against the pillows, the duvet low over his body, and his torso bare. The way the edge of the covers just hid his cock seemed a tease and a come on. He was busy, scribbling on the notepad Edan kept by the bed. As Edan closed the door with his heel, Athol looked up and smiled. The sort of smile that made Edan's cock go from flaccid to primed in three seconds flat.

  "If I get that welcome every time, I promise to always get the wine." Edan kept his tone light, not showing his emotions or the fact he'd made some sort of declaration of intent. "Shove over a bit." He waited until Athol slid toward the side of the bed a little more, and set the beanbag tray on the middle of the bed before he lifted the duvet and scrambled onto the mattress. "Hold on." He poured two glasses of wine and handed one over. "Cheers. To a new beginning?"

  "Definitely, maybe." Athol clinked the glass to Edan's and took a sip of wine. "This is good. Look, Ede, once we sort this Affric crap out maybe then I can think of happily ever afters and how to get them. First though, let me recap what happened these last few weeks."

  "Fair enough." Edan picked up Athol's empty hand and gave it a squeeze. "You’ve been making notes?" He looked at the notepad Athol had put down on the duvet.

  "Some. I thought it would help to get things down in chronological order. Right, back all those years ago. Sort out what we know as fact, what we think is fact, and what we know is out and out bloody fiction."

  "That makes sense. Go on, Sherlock. What do we know? Apart from the fact that nipple ring is making me as horny as hell." Edan pushed the duvet down to show his cock hard and with tiny drops of pre cum on the tip.

  Athol grinned. His eyes glittered in the light from the lamp and he ran his tongue over his lips. With what Edan decided was deliberate, teasing slowness. Athol put his glass onto the side table with a thump, took hold of the ring between thumb and forefinger and gave a series of tiny tugs on it. "Wanna try?" he asked huskily. "Ring the bell and win the jackpot?"

  Edan swallowed to get saliva in his suddenly dry mouth. "Oh god, that's such a bloody turn on. Fuck it, we need condoms." He looked at the bedside clock. "Hold that thought, or should I say hold that ring. I'll be back before you can write down a list of ten great iconic gays." He thrust the covers back and dragged on his jogging bottoms and an old university t-shirt before thrusting his feet in a pair of trainers. "Damn, cash. Right." Edan scooped up a handful of coins from the dresser. "Don't move."

  He almost ran out of the bedroom, and laughed as Athol called after him. "Who's the Dom?"

  It didn’t matter. All Edan knew was somehow that night, one or hopefully both of them would be fucked to heaven and back. At that moment, Edan would gladly go up on his knees and present his ass. As long as he got the chance to push his cock into Athol afterward and feel Athol's dark tight hole close around his prick.

  So, if I'm prepared to give and take, will he? It's the only way we're ever going to get anywhere. Time enough to find out, as long as I get to the shop before it closes. He left the house and increased his pace to a fast jog, arriving at the local corner shop with five minutes to spare. Luckily the owner was a friendly sort, and was on duty rather than one of the students he employed. It would have been just Edan's luck to be served by one of his students. He could imagine the gossip. “Ohh, I served Mr. Murdoch with condoms. Has he got a boyfriend? I wonder who it is." Edan never hid who he was, but he'd prefer not to be topic of the week in the Student's Union. He paid for his purchases—he reckoned if they used even half of the packets he bought, they'd be fucked out for a fortnight—and jogged back to the house.

  He slammed the door behind him, locked it and hung his keys up so he'd not have a mad hunt looking for them in the morning.

  "Honey, I'm home. Is the bed warm?"

  Chapter Four

  Athol heard the shout and even though the more he'd written down the more worried he became, he grinned. Damned if it didn't feel right to be with Edan again. Oh he'd been no angel and had lovers after Edan. Some had meant a lot, other were more of the friends with benefits type. Two guys who liked and respected each other enough to enjoy a mutual scratching of an itch. But never ever had he enjoyed such depth of emotions as when he and Edan had played out their fiery affair. Perhaps they'd been too young, too stubborn, and too immature to fully explore what they could have had? Plus, the other happenings in his life at that time were messy, and overflowed into their joint lives as well.

  Edan walked through the doorway, and threw a handful of condom packets onto the duvet. "Should keep us going until morning. Not sure which morning, mind you."

  Athol blinked as several foil packets landed on the bed around him, and laughed. They'd need to be at it like rabbits to use them all up. Mind you, it could be fun finding out. "Oh my, just what the Doctor ordered. Thank you, Doctor Murdoch."

  "You're welcome, Doctor Donaldson." Edan snorted. "Blimey, aren't we in erudite company?"

  Athol picked up the condom packets and put them all, bar one, onto the bedside table. "Print or plain?"

  "Eh?" Edan shucked his clothes and got back into bed. "What are you on about?"

  Athol waved the condom packet. "Toss for cock. Winner choses. So, plain side of the packet, uppermost or print?"

  "Ah, plain."

  "Plain it is." Athol turned the packet over and over in his hand without looking at it. Then he flicked it high into the air.

  "Oh, the tension," Edan said as it almost reached the ceiling and twisted its way back toward the bed. "Oh, fuck." He laughed. "Or maybe not. Over to you, hon." The casual endearment, one they'd used so often all those years ago, fitted.

  Athol kicked the duvet to the bottom of the bed and rolled over to lie on top of Edan. "Then eventually, hon." He returned the salutation. "I'll give and you receive. But first a little mutual comfort." Athol put his mouth to Edan's and pushed his tongue through Edan's parted lips, teasing the soft skin of Edan's mouth. Edan trembled under him, and Athol's dick responded to the unwitting invitation. With a sigh of pleasure, Athol let himself sink deeper into the kiss. His skin was tight over his frame, and it stung with arousal and anticipation. Edan's scent filled Athol's nostrils once more, blocking out anythin
g else.

  "I need it all." Athol gasped the words, as his cock ground against Edan's. "Now, I need you now." He forced himself upward to give Edan enough space to roll over.

  "On your knees," Athol said. "Where's the lube?"

  Edan began to get to his knees, and stared back at Athol. "Lube? Ah…"

  "Don't tell me—no lube? Well, it's your arse at risk." Athol couldn't believe it. "What self-respecting gay doesn't have lube, for fuck's sake?"

  "One who hasn't done much fucking lately, I guess," Edan said. "However, even though I've been fuck free for ages, there's an unopened tube in the bedside drawer. I don't think it's past its expiration date."

  Athol rolled over and stretched out his arm to pull open the drawer. He fumbled around until he latched his fingers onto a tube. "Got it."

  He retraced his roll over the bed and his mouth went dry. Edan was on his knees as Athol had requested, and leaning on his elbows as he watched Athol with an indefinable expression.

  "What is that look for?" Athol ripped open the condom packet with a hand that shook, and stroked it over his pre cum slicked cock. "I daren't let you put this on me, as much as I'd like it. I want to come in you, not over you." He picked up the lube and broke the seal.

  "I love you."

  Athol's hands stopped mid-movement, just as he was about to twist the lid off the tube. "Just like that?"

  Edan shrugged. "I guess I never stopped. I just felt I had to tell you. Not that it means I'm gonna sub for you, though."

  Athol bit his lip, something he rarely did. "Might have guessed there's a catch." He laughed. "One step at a time, eh? Okay, lubing up." He slicked the lube over his fingers and began to tease Edan's puckered hole. The sight of Edan's ass ready for Athol's cock to fill was something to behold. Athol's cock swelled in its rubber protection.

  Edan hissed. "Oh hon, so good, you've got bloody magic fingers. Ah … yesss…."

  Athol pushed his first finger further into Edan's ass and added a second. "Shit, Ede, you're so bloody tight. I can't wait to feel you round me." He began to massage the inside of Edan's channel, preparing him for their coupling.

  "Stop bloody rabbiting and get like a rabbit."

  Athol slowly withdrew his fingers, and enjoyed the way Edan's ass clenched around them. He used the sanitizer he'd found and taken from the bathroom, knowing one or other of them would need it, and added lube to the latex that sheathed him. With a chuckle he slapped Edan's ass twice. There was enough force in the blows for a faint red sheen to color the skin.

  Edan groaned. "Ah, sheesh, yes."

  "More?" Athol asked.

  "Fuck, yes."

  "Fuck as well, I promise. But, by god, Ede, your ass colors so nicely. Count to ten."

  Edan chuckled. "Showing me how to sub as a Dom?"

  "Count." Athol's hand met Edan's right butt cheek. He put enough force behind the blow to make Edan rock. "Count."

  "One."

  Athol massaged the cheek and turned his attention to the other one. With each smack, and each massage, Edan's breath came in moans and pants. His counting never faltered, and at ten, if it weren't for the fact he ached with the effort of not coming, Athol would have gone for another ten. The fact that Edan, who was much a Dom as Athol himself, was wiling to be topped, and seemed to enjoy it, gave him hope for their future. Now he was sure he'd be able to do the same.

  "Coming in you, now." He guided his prick toward the entrance to Edan's ass, and admired the redness surrounding it.

  "God, your ass is a perfect shade of rose." He began to push inside Edan's ass at a steady pace. Edan wriggled and pushed back, as if by doing so he could get Athol's cock inside him faster.

  Athol slapped Edan's butt once more. "Gently, hon, no hurry, let me enjoy each perfect thrust. Every little clench of you around me, every … little … thing."

  "Bloody hell, Athol, if I'd known it was this good between us, I'd've said ‘let's play topping’ ages ago." Edan muttered in between groans and gasps. "Shit, I hope you like it as much."

  Athol grunted. He was too focused on not coming too soon to answer. The tight sheath of Edan's channel held him fast and each clench of Edan's ass drew him deeper into that perfect place. As he moved, Athol's skin was covered in a slick sheen of perspiration, mirrored on Edan's back and bum cheeks. Athol bent his head and let his body rest on top of Edan for a second, before he pressed a swift kiss to the nearest area of sweat-covered skin available.

  "I wanna come." Edan slurred the words. "And I wanna come in you. Move and fuck me hard."

  Athol didn't even consider his usual "who's the Dom" comeback. He began to thrust hard. Edan pushed back on to Athol's cock to set up a thrust for thrust movement.

  The familiar and fantastic tingles began at the back of his neck, and slid over his back and down his spine. As they reached his butt and spread around his sides to bombard his balls, his skin tightened over his body. Goose bumps were raised on his arms, and shivers and stings pulsed through him. Athol's cock responded to the arousal.

  "Gonna come, don't you dare." He gave one last thrust as he came and the warmth of his cum spread over his cock inside its sheath.

  Sheesh, sh … Argh … Yeessssss." Athol was babbling as his body shook, and his world became focused on him, Edan, and the stars that flickered in front of his eyes. He slumped onto Edan, conscious of the way the other man held him close without falling to the bed.

  Athol's breath was shallow. His chest heaved as he tried to get air into his labored lungs and not squash Edan.

  "G … give me a sec, and I'll move," Athol wheezed like an old man with a pack a day habit. "I've sort of lost the will to move." He held as much of his weight off Edan, and enjoyed their closeness for several minutes. His arms began to tremble with strain when Edan humped his back. Athol laughed as best he could without his cock taking offense and withdrawing in a huff. "You want my dick to take its balls and go home?"

  "Nah, but man, you weigh a ton. And my cock is getting impatient and threatening to do its own thing." His voice was plaintive. Even though Athol could hear the thread of humor in it, he also heard the strain.

  "Sorry, take a deep breath. I'm coming out."

  Edan hissed through his teeth, as slowly, Athol commanded his dick to retreat and deflate enough to aid passage. It wasn't easy when his mind was screaming, 'no, stay there'.

  His prick left the warmth of Edan's ass and Athol caught it to remove the condom.

  "Be right back."

  Edan slumped onto his stomach and waved one hand in acknowledgement.

  Athol went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash off the feel of the rubber on his cock. He dampened a cloth so he could minister to Edan.

  When he returned to the bedroom, Edan was motionless and splayed on top of the sheet with his naked body still covered in perspiration. It was enough to make Athol's mouth water and the fine hairs on his arms stand on end.

  Edan groaned. "I may recover next week. Or next year."

  Athol stroked the warm, damp, cloth over Edan's ass. "That's a pity. I've got a condom and lube ready for you. Shall I just make some cocoa instead?"

  "Bugger … Nah, give me a cuddle and lend me your strength. Then be ready to be well and truly loved."

  "I'll look forward to it." Athol dropped the cloth onto the side table and slid across the sheet.

  Edan twisted onto his side and opened his arms. "Come into my parlor…."

  "No spiders, please." Athol paused and gave a theatrical shudder. "You know me and arachnids. I can think of much better reasons to have the heebie jeebies."

  "Really?" Edan leaned up on one elbow to look Athol in the eyes. "Like what?"

  "Wimping out. Losing you again. Not sorting this Affric mess. You name it and I shiver. Each and every one has the potential to screw this up and yeah, I worry." He raised one shoulder and let it drop. "Ah, what the hell." Athol moved the last few inches, tickled Edan under his arm until Edan sniggered, wriggled, and dropped flat on the
mattress. “I need ya. Shove over and snuggle up, hon." Athol collapsed next to Edan, and felt the warmth surround him, as he was held close to Edan's body. It was like coming home.

  As Edan scribed circles across Athol's back, Athol closed his eyes and sighed in contentment. "Just like that," he mumbled. "Keep doing that, and I'll make your cocoa tomorrow. Maybe. Sort…" His eyes closed and he jumped and blinked. The soft touch was soothing, and perfect. The nip of the soft skin of his side wasn't. "Ouch. What was that for?"

  Edan moved so fast before Athol had a chance to say anything else. Edan rolled over, hooked his legs around Athol, tumbled him to his back on the bed and pinned him down.

  "Wha…"

  Edan put his hand over Athol's mouth. "You were falling asleep on me. That's for later. So I have the perfect way to wake you up. My turn. Put your legs on my shoulders."

  Athol's tiredness fell off him faster than melting snow on a steep roof. He did as he was commanded. It was an unusual position for him, and his heart sped up. He felt vulnerable, his emotions raw and open to Edan. And my ass.

  The lube was cold on Athol's heated skin as Edan traced circles around Athol's anus. The slight pressure of Edan's finger increased at the entrance to Athol's dark channel, and Athol breathed slowly and fought not to tighten his muscles. He wanted this. Wanted to give back to Edan that which Edan had offered so freely.

  When Edan moved his hand away, Athol was surprised at the sense of loss he felt. So maybe this will work out. If he can receive, so will I. Tit for tat, or rather cock for cock. The thought was good.

  As the bulbous tip of Edan's prick stroked across Athol's heated skin, Athol moaned in pleasure. It had been so damned long since he'd taken cock—since Edan, a lifetime ago—his skin prickled. Anticipation, worry, excitement all vied for uppermost position in his mind.