Chapter Seventeen

Lucas

A lex looked flushed when he reappeared in the lounge. I regarded him curiously while I waited for his dad to move. So far we’d been dancing around each other on the chessboard with no first blood spilt. Alex seemed shifty. He grabbed his drink off the dining table and took a seat opposite with a little smile on his face. I thought I knew that smile. After all, I’d fucked him last night. Had he been…? He couldn’t have, could he? I stared at him. He’d been for a wank at Christmas dinner with his parents? Alex smiled. Then he winked at me and blew a kiss. I blushed scarlet and dipped my gaze, fixing it unseeingly on pawns and knights and black and white squares. Fuck, that dirty little minx! I felt both appalled and admiring. An image of him with his dick in his hand jerking off and gasping drifted into my mind. My trousers started to tighten and I shifted on the couch. God, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall in that bathroom. Then I imagined him lying face down and naked on my bed when I got him home while I punished him for being a dirty bastard and rubbing one out in his parents’ house. What form would that punishment take? I’d spank him. Tell him how bad he was as my hand left red marks on his plump little cheeks. He’d cry out, tell me he was sorry, all the while wriggling on the sheets with his thighs spread wide, inviting me. After lubing him up, I’d push inside him and he’d cry out, his tight arse milking my cock.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Holy fuck, what was wrong with me? My dick was painfully rigid. I had to cross my legs and angle my body away from Martin, who was still studying the board intently. Alex continued to smirk. He ran his tongue over his lips slowly and I shook my head, throwing daggers looks at him. I would definitely punish him. Maybe I would gag him and take him on his childhood bed upstairs later, telling him one sound would result in a worse punishment when I had the leisure to attend to him at my house. These thoughts were not helping calm me down. Could I also go and rub one out in the bathroom? Why not? He bloody had. But I wasn’t that kind of bloke. I wasn’t some raving sex maniac that needed to wank off in the in-laws’ toilet. Ha ha, in-laws. Yeah, right. I had never been that highly sexed. I lived like a monk. I had never been prone to rash, dirty behaviour and public exhibitionism. So why did Alex make me want to indulge now? Why did I like the idea of fantasizing about being inside Alex while climaxing in my hosts’ bathroom? What a terrible person I was.

I had a stern word with myself then. You’re forty-five years old for fuck’s sake and just because he’s made you feel like a teenager again, doesn’t mean you should disrespect your kind hosts by wanking in their toilet. Or fucking their son when you get him up to bed for that matter, if your thoughts go that way. Which they will. And they mustn’t.

I felt chastened. Shame on me. Alex watched me with hot eyes and I had a flashback of him lying beneath me, naked, his pale skin glowing in the light from the landing as he asked me to fuck him. Please. Please fuck me. God, I couldn’t stop with the explicit images. Him with my dick in his mouth, looking up at me from beneath his thick lashes. My cock was throbbing, oozing pre-cum into my underwear.

Gritting my teeth, I turned my attention fully to the chessboard and tried to tune Alex out. I remembered the promise I had made to myself to give him up after tonight. I would not be good for him. He didn’t need someone like me. Someone withdrawn and socially awkward. He was a young man who wouldn’t take kindly to long nights by the fire reading. He needed a strong rock of a man to lean on in times of trouble, a port in a storm for his fragile mental health, not a man who was damaged goods with too much baggage of his own.

A surprising ache blossomed through my chest at the thought of never seeing him again. It wasn’t just the amazing sex, it was the connection we had forged last night. The kindness and warmth he had shown me when I was dining alone. The way he had restored my faith in humanity. How could I let all that go?

“Check,” Martin said and my attention jerked to his hand as he took my castle with his own, nestling his piece right in my back line.

Fuck. I hadn’t seen that coming. A small smile curled around his mouth. I glanced at Alex to see he was grinning too. They were ganging up on me. I reached for a sip of gin from the table on my other side. Sometime over coffee I had decided to stay the night. How could I refuse when it had been offered? How would it look if I left Alex here and set off back to London in this weather? The curtains were open and my glance confirmed snow was still coming down thickly, shrouding the whole street in white. The Lambo would never make it back down the hill. Well, it would, but it would be at a hundred miles an hour, taking out every other vehicle in the vicinity and catapulting me off a cliff into the sea. I almost laughed at the image.

I looked at Alex again and despite my intentions to let him go, I wanted to sack off this game so I could sit over there on the couch with him, my arm around him and him leaning back against me, his head on my shoulder so I could breathe in the scent of his lovely hair.

Warmth spread through me. I ached to feel his weight against me and reassure myself that I was wanted. He wanted me. I shouldn’t throw that away. Not for anything. Would a man like him come along again in my lifetime? It was doubtful. I smiled at him as my heat melted, wide open to him and ripe for the taking. I just hoped he didn’t break it.

“Are you moving?” Martin asked when mine and Alex’s gazes remained locked for too long. “Or are you going to carry on making eyes at my son while I wipe the floor with you?”

I cleared my throat and tried to focus, my face heating. The sooner I threw this game, the sooner I could make it over there to Alex. I didn’t want to throw it though. It would cause Martin to have an even lower opinion of me than I guess he already had. I needed to beat him, or at least go down with a fight. I moved my king out of check and too late saw my queen was exposed. Jesus Christ, what the hell was I doing? Since when did I make such rookie errors? Was it the booze or just Alex crashing into my life like a whirlwind and turning everything I knew upside down?

With a smirk, Martin took my queen. I retaliated by taking his castle with my king but the damage had already been done. I’d never won a game when I’d lost my queen. I didn’t know how to. I thought I was an okay chess player, but no way was I a master tactician. I looked at Alex again and hoped he wasn’t too disappointed that his dad was pasting me. Alex gave me a sweet smile and pursed his lips at me and once more my treacherous cock jumped and begged to be allowed access to him. At that point, Martin swooped from nowhere with his bishop and took my knight.

For fuck’s sake.

“Might I say, son, that if you stop blowing kisses at him, he might perform a whole lot better,” Martin said without looking at Alex.

I shrivelled, my face glowing, but Alex merely laughed. He was tipsier than he had been last night. “Come on, Dad,” he said. “He’s a man who needs to have guys blowing kisses at him.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but it just made me blush harder. I hurriedly moved a pawn without really considering the board. With a dramatic sigh, Martin brought his queen out of nowhere. “Checkmate,” he said. “You lost him the game, Alex.”

I groaned inwardly at my own inadequacy. I knew I was inadequate through and through. I hadn’t intended to show Alex’s parents that I was.

“These aren’t the best circumstances to appreciate his true talent at the game,” Alex said with a sniff. “He’s nervous and drunk,”—I wasn’t really—“and you’re putting a lot of pressure on him.”

I took a hefty swig of my gin and said nothing. My thoughts drifted to bedtime, to lying beside Alex with his parents on the other side of the wall, not being able to touch him, and I wished I’d gone home where I could wank in secluded luxury and relive our night together.

“Okay, okay,” Martin said, standing up. “Next time we meet and we’re sober, we’ll have a rematch.” He wandered off to the kitchen and I stared after him. Next time ? He was expecting Alex to bring me home again? Obviously Alex hadn’t yet told him I was his son’s Christmas Eve lover and after today we went our separate ways.

As though he read my mind, Alex said, “I told my mum. That I only met you last night. I don’t know if she’s told him yet or not.”

I cringed. “Right.” I really, really needed to get out of there and cursed the weather and the amount of alcohol in my blood.

“You’re wishing you’d gone,” Alex said with his eyes all big like a wounded puppy’s.

I sighed. “It wasn’t the best idea for me to stay. I should call a taxi.”

He barked a laugh. “A taxi? How much will that cost on Christmas Day?”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh right, yeah, you can afford it. And what about your car?”

I said nothing.

“Please don’t tell me this is the end,” Alex said and I saw he had tears in his eyes which brought a lump to my throat.

I shook my head. “I want to see you again. Very much.”

“Are you just saying that until you can get away?”

I swallowed. “No. But you need to know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“And vice versa,” he said. “I think I’ve got the better end of the deal.”

I smiled and shook my head. Getting up, I crossed the small gap between us and sat next to him on the couch. Then I pulled him to me like I’d wanted to do while I was over there playing chess with his dad. He fitted so perfectly into my arms, his head on my shoulder where I could stroke his hair and press my lips to it. I felt the constriction in my chest ease and something like happiness overtake me.

“Please don’t go,” he whispered. Then he looked up at me with those eyes and I wondered if anyone had ever managed to deny Alex anything in his life. How could you?

“Your dad doesn’t want me here,” I said, floundering, needing that reason to get away.

“He does. Do you think he asks just anyone to play chess with him?”

Our gazes remained fixed. I traced his cheek with my fingertips before I lowered my lips to his. Heat sparked between us. The kiss went from a soft brush to firmer pressure to a deep exploration with tongues and lots of heavy breathing with a corresponding rush of blood to my dick, making it ache beyond all endurance.

I pulled away with a groan and put my mouth to his ear. “Listen to me. If I stay, I won’t be responsible for what I do to you.”

Alex let loose a little whimper, his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling against his cheeks. “I want you,” he said in a whisper. “I want you so much it hurts.”

I ground my teeth, moving away from him when I wanted nothing more than to nail him to the couch, plunging into him over and over again.