We travel on the tube to Olly’s flat, the whole journey Olly is sat in my lap and our mouths barely break apart for air as we kiss passionately. My hands are gripping his ass to keep him from falling to the floor as the train twists and turns under the capital. Despite my grip he’s still managing to grind against my crotch, making my cock swell inside my boxers. My growing erection will be difficult to hide when we have to get up, but right now I’m too lost in Olly to care.

We are so distracted by our make out session, that we almost miss our stop. Catching the station name over the automated tannoy just in time, Olly leaps off my lap and drags me up out of the seat to run onto the platform, the doors almost catching us as they close. We look at each other, my hair a mess from where his hands had been entwined in it and his lips red and swollen from our kissing, and we burst out laughing.

The passengers just arriving onto the platform look at us with a mix of confusion and probably contempt, having not seen our rushed efforts to alight.

“Clearly they are jealous of how fun we are,” Olly jokes, causing us to both laugh even harder.

He leads us up out of the depths of the station towards the street, not once releasing his grip on my hand. As we ascend on the escalators, Olly takes advantage of us being the same height for a change to kiss some more. When we reach the top, he skillfully steps off the escalator backwards without looking, ‘clearly this isn’t his first time’, I think to myself.

As soon as we escape the station through the exit barriers, we’re practically jogging the short distance to his place, desperate to reconnect. Arriving at his flat, we tumble through the front door and get our hands and lips on each other again. It all feels familiar, yet new at the same time.

Although we’ve been intimate with each other before, this is the first time I’ve allowed myself to embrace my growing feelings for Olly. Our lips don’t part as he starts to guide me backwards, neither of us wanting to break our connection for a second now that we are alone.

I feel the edge of the sofa collide against the back of my knees and I collapse down onto it, dragging him down on top of me with ease. There are limbs everywhere, but somehow we manage to fit together like missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Our hands are trying to find their way under each other’s shirts and I’m now regretting wearing a button up.

I manage to get my hands up the back of his shirt first and start to dig my fingers into the bare skin of his back. The most delicious moan erupts from Olly, into my mouth. After struggling with my shirt while he’s on top of me, Olly’s hands move back up into my hair and he starts tugging on the strands.

Our hands and tongues are moving faster and becoming more erratic as we sink deeper into each other’s touch. We’re so lost in a cacophony of our moans and groans as we embrace, that we don’t notice we are no longer alone. From the other side of the room, an overdramatic clear of a throat, finally causes us to come up for air, Olly’s head snapping around to look towards our unexpected audience.

Olly’s friend, and roommate, Xavier is standing inside the doorway. “Guys, we eat on that sofa,” he chastises us.

“Xay, I didn’t know you were home,” Olly replies, still laying on top of me.

“ Clearly ,” he said dryly, glaring at us. I don’t know where to look.

My erection, which had been at full mast since we left the tube, has now deflated from the interruption and I’m starting to realise just how uncomfortable their sofa really is. The sharp springs inside are poking me in all the wrong places. Olly’s earlier description of it being ratty was pretty spot-on. After a brief stare-off between the two roommates, Olly climbs off me, his knee dangerously close to my balls as he does.

He holds out his hand to help me up, and I gladly take it to get off this painful three-seater. Continuing to hold my hand again, almost like he’s afraid I’m going to bolt, he leads me towards his bedroom. As we pass Xavier, Olly blows him a kiss with his free hand and gives him a wink, causing me to blush. We get to his room and as the door closes gently behind us, Olly seems sort of nervous now.

I squeeze his hand and he looks at me, “You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he replies looking down shyly. He seems so different from the confident man I am used to seeing.

“It’s fine,” I say gently, lifting his chin with a finger. “I wanted to get you back to your bed anyway,” I playfully add, with a wink.

I move my hand to his hip to pull him in close again. I look into his eyes to see if there’s any signs he doesn’t want to continue, hoping he can see the desire I have for him reflected in mine. I lean forward to touch my lips to his, a light, gentle touch at first. He returns the kiss and the heat between us builds quickly again.

I reach for the buttons of his shirt, deftly undoing each of them in turn so that I can finally get my hands underneath the thin material to wrap around his back. He tries to return the favour as his fingers fumble with the buttons on my shirt, but he’s not having much luck getting them undone. He breaks the kiss briefly and with barely a whisper says, “ Too many clothes ,” before his lips are back on mine. 

Reluctantly, I take my hands off his body to get my shirt undone and slip it off my shoulders. As soon as it’s fully off, my hands are back on him once more. I move them up from the base of his spine towards his shoulders, sliding his shirt up from the inside and off his body. Now both shirtless, I press closer to him so that we are skin-to-skin. It feels like sparks of electricity are exploding through me with the new contact between us.

I walk him backwards towards the bed, hoping it’s more comfortable than the sofa. As he reaches the foot of the mattress, I lift him up with ease and gently lay him down in front of me. 

Crawling up his body towards his waist, I reach the button of his skinny jeans and pop it open. I try to pull them off, struggling to get them down past his thighs. ‘ Damn these things look so good, but why are they so difficult to get off’ , I think to myself.

When I finally get them loose, I toss them to the floor and admire his gorgeous, lithe body. He’s laying there in a pair of skimpy black briefs and tiny socks to match and fuck does it turn me on.

Catching me enjoying the sight of him laid out in front of me, Olly smirks and teases, “You just going to stop and stare?”

I’m so enraptured by his body that I can’t think of a snappy comment to reply with. Instead, I jump up to stand above him, and in one move I pull my own trousers and boxers off, swiftly followed by my socks so that I’m naked above him.

Now he’s the one staring appreciatively, so I return his smirk with, “Now, who’s staring?”

Lost for words, Olly makes grabby hands in the air towards me, beckoning for me to come back down to his level. Climbing back on top of him, I kiss my way up from his waist until I’m back locking my lips with his. He squeezes the bare cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart. Sensing his desire to do more, I break the kiss to ask, “What do you want, Olly?”

Looking back up at me through his long lashes, he replies simply with, “I want to make you feel good.” Seeing the confusion on my face he continues, “I bet you spend so much of your time making sure everything is good for everyone else, so I want to make tonight all about you !”

Shocked, I climb off him and sit on the side of the bed with my back to him. I try to compose myself, but I must have been quiet too long. I feel Olly tentatively reach a hand out to rest on my arm.

“Sorry, did I…did I say something wrong?” he sounds nervous and uncertain again.

‘Fuck, I didn’t mean to do that’. Turning to face him I practically screech, “No!” before more calmly continuing, “No, I’m the one that should be sorry. It’s just…,” I take a breath, “No one has ever really cared about what I wanted before.”

He moves his other hand to my cheek and tentatively pulls me closer to him, placing the softest of kisses to my lips. There’s no heat in it, only, love? I know it’s far too soon to be thinking that, but I can certainly see myself falling hard and fast for this amazing man. Maybe a part of me already has, but I’m not ready to admit it to myself, let alone to him .

We break apart but stay close, looking into each other’s eyes. He asks me again, “So, David, what can I do to please you .” His voice is both seductive and caring at the same time.

Staring into his cocoa-coloured eyes, the answer slips from my lips, barely a whisper, before I even have a chance to think about it, “Will you fuck me?”

His face breaks out into a huge smile. If only he knew how big a deal my words really were. I’ve often resisted bottoming, it took a lot to give that sort of trust to anyone. With my clients, if I’d known them a while, or spent a lot of time with them, I was a bit more open to it, but if they were new, there was always the risk that they would be too rough. In my early days, some guys would think that just because they’d paid for my time, that they could do whatever they wanted.

Yet, here I was asking for it from him, offering myself to him so easily after getting together only a handful of times. Before I have a chance to get overwhelmed by all the thoughts running through me right now, I move in to embrace him again.

The passion between us is heating quickly, our hands freely exploring as much of our bodies as they can reach while our tongues are dancing between our mouths. Ready to take this further, Olly’s lips leave mine causing me to whimper but his lips are back on me as he starts licking a trail down my body, pecking at my skin as he goes. He sucks my nipples into his mouth one by one and I’m moaning with my fingers curled inside his hair.

He continues his downward path until he reaches my cock, which has been rock hard for what feels like a lifetime. Olly doesn’t waste any time though, in one move he’s not just gone down on my cock, but he’s pulled me all the way into his throat so that my pubes are tickling his nose. It feels so incredible that the noises I’m making no longer sound human.

The walls must be thin because after a few moves up and down my cock we hear from the other side, “Will you stop doing your party piece and fuck him already!”

Sliding off my cock, Olly calls back, “Xay, you know the rule. Put your headphones on and let me do what I do best.”

Before I have a chance to say anything, he’s going down on me again causing my head to roll back as I get lost in the sensations. I think he could even give me a run for my money with how good it feels. Just when I think he’s going to bring me over the edge, to spill down his throat, he pulls off and moves lower down to suck on my balls.

Reaching down, I start to stroke my cock, desperate for release. Olly quickly slaps my hand away, “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet,” he says in a sultry tone.

When Olly’s back between my legs, he guides them both up so that my feet are planted down on each side of his head. His tongue finds my hole, circling my entrance to get me ready for more. Swirling around the outside, occasionally dipping into me, teasing me to the point of begging for more.

“Need you, Olly,” I pant.

His tongue leaves my ass causing me to whine at the loss. He reaches for the bedside table, rummaging around inside and when he finally finds what he’s looking for he shouts, “Yes!”, holding his prize aloft like a trophy. I look to his hand and find he’s holding a bottle of lube.

The cap on the top pops as he flips it open to coat his fingers with a generous amount of the gooey substance. I feel the first of his fingers press inside me where his tongue had previously been. The initial sting makes me gasp, but I am quickly making other noises once Olly’s lips are wrapped back around my cock again.

His actions are skilled and efficient, he knows exactly what he is doing. It is just enough to keep me hard and horny, without pushing me over the edge. Each time he senses I am getting anywhere near to being close, he  eases off my cock while continuing to stretch my hole.

Once he has three fingers moving inside me with ease, we both know I am ready. Leaning across me to reach into the drawer by his bed again, he pulls out a condom and rolls it down his stiff length. Adding some more lube to my hole, and slathering a generous amount over his cock, he slowly guides himself inside me.

Feeling him slowly fill me up is like nothing I’d ever experienced. It isn’t that his cock is particularly different from any of the others I’ve had over the years. But looking up into his eyes, seeing all the possibilities of a future together, it seems to heighten every sensation in me.

Once he’s bottomed out inside me, he bends down to capture my lips with his while my body adjusts to him. Tentatively pulling out slightly and then thrusting back in to judge if I’ve become accustomed to his intrusion. Pulling out slightly more each time until only the head of his cock remains beyond my rim, he sits up and picks up the pace. Each time he pushes in, he uses his hips to angle himself slightly differently, grazing across my prostate at different angles.

I resist the urge to roll my head back and just get lost in the amazing electricity flowing through me, not wanting to miss any detail of our first proper time together. I noticed the way his curls are clinging damply to his forehead, the way his tongue was slightly poking out of his mouth as he concentrates on making me feel good and the way his chest is glistening with sweat that I just want to lick from his tanned skin.

Pounding me hard and fast now, the flare his hips had before is gone, replaced with a bed-shaking force. Each move is pressing against the button inside me with a constant instance now. I’m not going to last long, I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long already. With a few more plunges from his cock, he has me coating my stomach hands-free. This pushes Olly over the edge too and with one large push he’s grunting his own release, pulsing inside me and enhancing the after-shocks surging through my body.

Once he is totally spent, he collapses on top of me, breathing hard. I run my hand down his sweaty back, caressing him as he slowly comes down from the euphoria we’ve both just experienced. When he does, he gives me a quick peck on the lips before carefully pulling out, holding onto the end of the condom as he does.

He jumps off me to dispose of the condom, and grabs a t-shirt from the floor to wipe off the cum from my body before it completely dries on. Satisfied there’s no more he can do, he lays down next to me, nuzzling into my side as I wrap my arm around him. We lay in silence for a few minutes, just basking in the afterglow of the day.

When Olly finally speaks, his voice is quiet and slightly nervous, “Will you stay?” he asks.

I smile, ‘ he wants me to stay’ , I think to myself before I realise he’s waiting for an answer. “Of course, I’ll stay,” I say, planting a kiss on his forehead before we fall asleep with Olly where he belongs, in my arms.