Chapter Ten Naughty and Nice

CHapter ten

Naughty and Nice

The night air nipped Jayden’s cheeks as he stood behind Rick at the entrance of his apartment block in Soho. He jiggled on the spot, trying to keep warm, Rick fumbling with his keys, when a sudden blast of Christmas music filtered over. Jayden glanced along to the pub on the corner. The doors had swung open, a man and woman cosying up outside on the street to share a cigarette. Inside, the place was heaving despite it being a Monday. The start of the after work Christmas parties.

“You live right by a pub?” he said to Rick.

“I live above a pub. Of sorts.” Rick was having trouble locating the key on his bundle and Jayden breathed out a chuckle, warm air wafting from his cold lips. He wasn’t sure if the problem resulted from frozen fingers or anticipation of what might happen once Rick opened his door.

Jayden’s heart pounded for it.

“Does that keep you up all night?” He angled his head toward the commotion. The blue fronted public house was decorated with an array of tinsel and fake snow sprayed on the windows rivalling their grotto.

Rick found the right key and twisted it into the lock. “Not as much as Simeon does.”

Jayden whipped back to face him. “Who’s Simeon?”

Had Rick failed to mention he had a flatmate? A man he lived with? A boyfriend ? Partner? Was he in some open relationship and Jayden had walked right into the middle of it? God, he hoped not. He liked Rick. Really liked him. And would prefer it was only him up there and he wasn’t being invited in to complete their need for a third.

“My neighbour across the hall.” Rick shouldered open the door, the sharp click of the lock disengaging and cutting through Jayden’s exhaled relief.

Thank fuck for that.

“Like his music, does he?” Jayden rubbed his hands together, staving off the chill. “My next-door neighbour in halls is a bit like that. Blasts out drill until three a.m. most nights. He’s studying Further Maths, creates his own computer games and is the biggest geek. When you hear the lyrics through the walls, it’s hard to imagine there’s a white kid in there from Surrey who codes for fun and gets a Hello Fresh delivery each month from his mum.”

Rick peered over his shoulder. “What’s ‘drill’? As in white noise type of thing?”

Jayden laughed and tapped Rick on the shoulder. “It’s like grime?” Rick’s furrowing brow brought forth the arguments that their age gap could be an issue. But Jayden wasn’t gonna let a little thing like generational music taste impede what could be a wonderful thing. “Let’s just call it UK road rap. Street hip hop. Originated in Brixton. It’s all right. If you like that sorta thing.”

“Do you?”

“Me? I like all sorts. From Rat Pack to Road Rap.”

Rick chuckled, and he used his back to open the door fully and allow Jayden’s entrance into the communal hall. He hopped through, noting the post boxes and carpet littered with junk mail and stuffed with Christmas cards. He glanced around and up. Two flats on each floor. Nice. Luxury nice. He imagined there was a penthouse on the top floor with a rooftop garden overlooking central London. Considering they were in the centre of Soho, it must be worth a fair bit.

“It’s not Simeon’s music thudding through the walls.” Rick closed the door, gesturing for Jayden to take the stairs. “Top floor. Keep walking until there’re no more stairs.”

Wow. Did Rick have the penthouse ?

Jayden leapt onto the stairs, gripping the handrail to launch himself up. He might be a tad eager, but Rick tailed behind him and he could feel his eyes on him as if they were a physical weight. As if he was using the chance to drink in Jayden’s backside. He had his puffer coat on, but it didn’t go past his arse and his jeans were on the right side of tight, falling down to favour showing a bit of boxer waistband. Thank fuck he’d gone for his decent pair that morning and not the cheap shit he wore most days. He must have had a premonition he’d be getting his kit off.

“What is it then?” he threw over his shoulder. “TV?”

“His fucking.”

Jayden snorted a laugh, but his body tingled at the way Rick said that word. Fucking . Like it was dirty and delicious at the same time. He bowed his head, trundling faster up the stairs to the top floor, where two doors faced each other across the landing. Jayden glanced from one to the other.

“Left,” Rick said behind him, deep voice vibrating and resonating. “Number eight.”

Jayden turned to the door on the left just as the door on the right creaked open.

A man dressed in a rather dapper and suave suit snuck out of his apartment and closed his door. He noticed Rick clambering up to the shared landing. “Rick,” he said by way of a greeting, then eyed Jayden.

“Simeon.” Rick squeezed past him to his door and glided a hand onto the small of Jayden’s back, fingers drifting up into his puffer coat.

Simeon hovered at the top of the stairs, and Jayden sensed there was a story there in the way Rick felt him up like a possession. No sharing type of thing. He’s mine. Jayden tingled with it, having never had someone make a claim for him before, and he leaned into Rick as he found the right key and opened the door to his flat.

Jayden stepped inside and peered around. The walls, adorned with faded playbills and forgotten accolades, were a testament to Rick’s past glories and present struggles. A single bulb emitting a warm glow cast long shadows across the wooden floorboards, guiding him into a living room, and it seemed to dance as Jayden moved in further, eager to explore what made Rick Thornton’s home. He stopped and dipped closer to a glass cabinet display of trophies and awards, surrounded by framed photos of him in his various plays. His glory days.

“Excuse the mess,” Rick said, slipping off his scarf to hang on the old-style coat stand. “I hadn’t expected guests.”

Jayden ripped his gaze from the wonder that was Rick as Iago in a framed black and white press photo to the rest of the flat. It wasn’t as bad as Rick alluded to. It lacked a clean touch. He’d obviously never had to share the place with a bunch of other teenagers living on their own for the first time and management ordering them to keep all spaces clear. Nor had he lived his latter teen years in a care home where keeping rooms clean was a rule that only the hardcore few broke. Beside which, Jayden was a bit of a neat freak. It came from having few possessions and knowing that, one day, he’d have to shove all those possessions into a bin liner to take to the next place. Being tidy and knowing where your stuff was made moments like that slightly easier.

“It’s lived in.” Jayden smiled. “I like it.” He slipped off his beanie and shoved it in his pocket, then unzipped his puffer coat.

“Do you put a positive spin on everything?”

“I try. What’s the point of being negative all the time? Brings you down.”

Jayden handed Rick his coat and Rick hung it on the hook.

“Go through to the lounge. I’ll bring you a drink.”

Jayden meandered to the next room, which was the length of one side of the flat and boasted a fireplace, a Christmas tree yet to be decorated, two armchairs, a sofa and a dining table at the rear end. The full-length window at the front overlooked the streets of Soho, and the large velvet curtains draped open, providing with a view of the bustling city. He could see everything from here—the glow of London before him in the throes of festive spirit and alight with promise.

After a short while, Rick met him at the window, handing him a glass of red wine. He switched on the multi-coloured fairy lights dotted along the sill, so they could still see the city outside but weren’t in complete darkness. A sort of festive ambiance.

“This place is lit,” Jayden said, his breath frosting the glass. “You’re right in the thick of it. Theatreland. Bars. Restaurants. You been here long?”

The place emitted a hominess Rick had once cherished. It was the knick knacks. The bits and pieces denoting a life on display. Jayden hadn’t ever been anywhere long enough to hang pictures or even change the paint on the walls to a colour he liked. When he would, he’d paint them orange. Burnt orange. Like how he imagined a sunset over a golden sandy beach.

He’d never been to a beach, either.

Never dipped his toes into the sea.

Not felt the grains of sand beneath his feet.

Rick took a sip of wine. “About fifteen years. After RADA, I lived on the outskirts in Middlesex for a while but hated having to battle the trains after a late night show. My parents gave me the down payment to buy this place.” He winced in afterthought. “Sorry.”

Jayden furrowed his brow. “For what? Having parents?”

“I guess it’s insensitive, considering.”

Jayden snorted. “Most people have parents, Rick. Some have decent ones, too. If the mere mention of parents was a trigger of mine, it’d make life a bit hard.”

“I know, but…Well, it makes me realise I have been quite lucky.” He sipped his wine.

“Didn’t you know that before?”

“No.” He inhaled a lungful of warm air, his heating having kicked in to allow for layers to be shed. “I’ve been wallowing in my own self-pity for the past year after…everything. My luck ran out. But, well, I realise now that there are some who never had what I’ve had, and it puts things into perspective.”

“Good way of looking at it.” Jayden sipped his drink. The full bodied wine was how he expected Rick to taste. Rich and fruity. He’d only sampled his lips so far and they were as enticing as the velvety merlot trickling heat into his belly, aiding the loosening of tongues and easing the barriers between them due to age and class difference. “It’s all relative, though. You can wallow for the things you lost.”

“Maybe. Not tonight, though.”

“No, not tonight.” Jayden bumped Rick’s shoulder. “Cause, you never know, you might get lucky tonight.”

Rick held his gaze. “Might I?”

“If you play your cards right.”

“I had hoped we’d play a different game than cards.”

“What game’s that, then?”

Rick smiled, and the dusting of fairy lights dancing over his features made Jayden draw in a breath. Rick was handsome. Old-school handsome. He had the face of a man who belonged on those billboards scattering his walls. Even now. He might be more weathered than when he’d played Iago, more lines of wrinkles and grey hairs adorning his darker strands, but his eyes were as intense as his performances, and Jayden was there, on the edge of his seat, waiting to be immersed in the world he inhabited.

Whatever world that might be.

Rick leaned in, pressing his lips to Jayden’s. Tentative but undoubtable, his answer needed no words, and Jayden’s stomach fluttered with the promise Rick’s kiss granted. He had supple lips between rough stubble. Lips that could recite poetry and soliloquies with ease and grace. They could kiss softly. Kiss hard. Kiss in whatever way the words in a script told him to. But they kissed Jayden because they wanted to, and Rick’s seasoned kiss had Jayden ready and willing to bask in their experience.

This was why he liked older men.

Because they knew what they were doing.

Jayden kissed him back, languid and deliberate, letting him know he wasn’t going anywhere. They didn’t need to rush. He wanted to take all night. To tease and entice. He wanted to savour Rick’s mouth. Learn from it. Know it. And, oh, God, yeah , he knew how to kiss. And when he timidly added his tongue, swiping inside Jayden’s mouth to seek his, Jayden couldn’t help his hum of delight. He tasted like fine wine, all right. Better than fine wine. He tasted of everything Jayden had ever wished for Christmas and never received.

Home .

Rick took his glass from him, pulling back and placing them on his windowsill. “You’re absolutely stunning,” he said, stroking a hand up Jayden’s neck. His hands were soft, too. Not calloused or rough, they were hands of someone who took care of himself.

And, hopefully, his lovers.

“Thanks,” Jayden breathed out. “Would say it’s good genes, but it ain’t. This is all me.”

“My compliments are all for you, anyway.”

“Then keep ‘em coming.”

“I’ll need to see a little more. Just to make sure.”

Jayden set his eyes on Rick as he stepped back and slowly, seductively, pulled up his hoodie, the way he’d done numerous times in the grotto and had known Rick appreciated his deliberate leisure. He clenched his abs, giving Rick a show of how his body was all self-made, then slithered out of his jumper, blowing back his hair and once again meeting Rick’s gaze.

“That enough?” Jayden dropped his hoodie to the floor.

Rick stared. Feasted. No averting. No backtracking. He lingered on the view, eyes trailing from Jayden’s waistband to his neck, then above, a deep hum of appreciation vibrating his throat. He reached out a hand, ghosting it along Jayden’s skin and every hair follicle stood to attention without Rick having even touched him. Yet.

“May I?”

“I’ve unwrapped your gift, least you can do is play with it.” Jayden then popped open his button fly.

Rick slid his hand up Jayden’s side, brushing his thumb over his nipple, then glided around to his back. His touch was delicate. Caressing. As if testing whether he were real. If he would break under his touch. Jayden shivered. Then Rick stepped forward, into his space, burying his face into Jayden’s neck where he inhaled, lips dangerously close to his skin, and feeling his racing pulse.

“You smell divine.”

“Reckon I taste pretty good, too.”

“I’ll bet you do.” Rick kissed his neck. Nipped him. Licked him and Jayden closed his eyes, attempting to calm his breaths. But how could he when Rick stroked him and kissed him as if he were a treasured ornament? Was he that intuitive? Did he know how Jayden liked to be treated? Or was Rick just that perfect?

Jayden didn’t enjoy hard and fast. He did it when he had to. When the men he slept with demanded it. Because that’s what boys did. Young men. Rough and ready, as if that were the only way to get off. If he’d been here with a hookup from the club, they’d’ve already had their hands on his throbbing dick, rutting and grasping, lasting minutes. And he’d feel used and abused. Unsatisfied. Unfulfilled.

But not Rick.

Rick was gentle. Soothing. Kissing and stroking him as if he were precious. And oh, God , Jayden loved to be cherished. He’d wanted nothing more in his entire life than to be wanted and cared for. And Rick was doing it right then. Showing him with his fingers, with his lips, with his soft hands gliding over his back and planting delicate kisses along his neck, to his jaw, then finding his mouth where his tongue sought Jayden’s, not in demand but in exploration . As if Jayden were a treasure to be discovered. A dish to be tasted. A wine to be sampled.

Jayden kissed him back, just as languidly, and fiddled with Rick’s shirt, gradually unclasping each button and revealing his dazzling white skin, stomach scattered with a contrast of coarse dark hair. Jayden hummed and ran his hands over him, fingertips tickling against the hair. He was so masculine. Mature . And Jayden hankered to be on his knees and diving his face into an unruly pubic region. That was another difference he preferred. Most men his age manscaped. Some shaved it all off. Jayden wanted Rick to be natural. To let him be him. He wasn’t toned, either. He had the midriff a man in his forties should have. But not enough to compete with the extra padding he had when in costume. Enough for Jayden to want to sink his teeth into him. Bury his face into him. Drown in him.

He ripped out the shirt tails from Rick’s trousers, kissing him with elevated passion. He then pulled away, took one look at Rick’s lust-fuelled eyes, and dropped to his knees.

“ Jayden ,” Rick’s voice was hoarse and deep and he wasn’t sure if it was in petition or caution. Too transfixed on undoing Rick’s belt, unzipping his trousers, shoving them to his ankles, and getting to his prize, he shut everything else off. Rick laced his fingers through his hair, suggesting he wasn’t about to call a stop to what Jayden needed to do. Which was to get his mouth on the bulging piece contained within boxer briefs.

But he kept the pace slow. He didn’t want Rick to change the tempo of what they were doing. And he planted open-mouthed kisses up Rick’s erection over the soft cotton of his underwear. He peered up to take in Rick’s reaction. Rick lolled his head back, a deep resonating hum vibrating and pulsating his cock to tingle Jayden’s lips.

“Did Santa get his elf a present?” Jayden tucked his fingertips into Rick’s waistband.

Rick glanced down, hooded eyes meeting Jayden’s. “All for you, my little helper.”

“I hope it’s what I asked for. I’ve been very, very good this year.”

“Then you best unwrap it and see.”

Jayden pulled Rick’s waistband from his skin, lowering down to reveal the best damn gift he’d ever got this close to Christmas. Rick’s cock. Hard. A girth to make it worthwhile and a length tipping past the average with a purple head glistening at the tip and leaking. For him.

“Thank you, Santa. I’ll cherish it.” And he did. He wrapped a hand around the root, opened his mouth, and Rick toppled back against the window as Jayden took him to the back of his throat.

Savouring each slow and deliberate suck, playing homage to how Rick had kissed him, Jayden treated Rick’s cock like a sacred object, worshipping it with deep throats and skilled licks. Hoarse whimpers escaped his throat, and he bobbed up and down, suckling Rick’s shaft and licking his tip, letting Rick know how much he fucking loved his present. And probably letting everyone on the busy street of Soho below know, too, with Rick’s arse squashed into glass.

“Fuck, Jayden .” Rick gripped his hair and Jayden could tell he was preventing himself from thrusting his hips, from using Jayden’s mouth to get off. He splayed a hand on the windowpane behind him, sweat mark forming on the glass, and trailed his other hand down to Jayden’s mouth, cupping his chin and stroking his cheek.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Rick ground out, bashing his head back on the glass. “So fucking beautiful .”

Rick could keep the compliments coming because Jayden would lap them up as he did his seeping cock. He then slurped off, fisting Rick with gradual strokes. “And you’re fucking huge .” He took Rick back into his mouth and gorged on him as if he finally had a decent meal to fill his empty stomach, and he slipped his hands up Rick’s legs, around to shunt his arse away from the glass to force more of Rick into his throat.

“Oh, God .” Rick’s legs trembled, hand on the windowpane whitening as he tried to hold himself up. He hissed. “ Fuck . Jayden.”

Jayden knew the signs, and he was gluttonous for it. He groaned around Rick’s length, saliva amassing in his mouth, tonsils tightening around Rick’s head, then he indented his cheeks to push Rick to the edge. He was as vocal as he could be with his mouth full, ensuring Rick could hear how much he fucking loved sucking his cock.

“Jayden, God, please …” Rick shunted his hips forward. Thrust. Then cried out as he quivered and released himself down Jayden’s throat. Jayden dug his fingers into his arse cheeks, nose in the abundance of pubic hair, swallowing Rick’s orgasm to satisfy his thirst.

Jayden waited for Rick to ease himself out, to stop shaking, then he stood in front of him, wiping a patch of drool from the corner of his mouth. “Tasty candy cane.”

Rick exhaled. “You are quite something.”

Jayden grinned. And Rick wiped the smile off his face when he kissed him. Then, planting his lips to his ear, low and seductive, he said, “I’d like to take you to my bed.”

“Lead the way.”

Rick dragged up his underwear, but kicked out of his trousers, leaving them where they were to take Jayden’s hand and lead him away from the lights of London shining through the window, across the hall to his bedroom.

Jayden whistled. Four-poster bed. Ultra comfy. Window with the blinds already closed. Soft fibres of a luxury carpet. Old-style wooden furniture. Art pieces. It was perfect. Rick turned on a small lamp by the bed, fiddled with something in the drawer, then faced Jayden.

“If you feel comfortable, I’d very much like you to undress, then sit on the end of my bed.”

Jayden’s heart fluttered. God, he was so caring. So thoughtful. So different to anyone Jayden had ever been with before. It was as if he was cautious in his approach. Unsure of letting himself fall in. Tiptoeing around his own pleasure. Rick was everything he’d ever hoped to have in a lover. No forcing. No crashing into him. It was all consensual, asking if it was okay. Telling him what he’d like and ensuring Jayden was comfortable with it. Jayden showed him how comfortable he was by shucking out of his jeans, socks, and underwear to stand fully naked in front of him, throbbing cock hard and impatient.

Rick drank him in. From toes to his erect cock eagerly waiting for his next instruction, then up his torso to meet with his eyes.

“I feel I was hasty before.”

Jayden cocked his head. “How so?”

“You’re beautiful now.”

Jayden smiled, then palmed his dick because Rick’s words had made it throb.

“Please, sit on the end of the bed.” Rick gestured to the fourposter, ready and waiting for him to roll around on as if he were the prince in the castle and Rick was his pleasure servant.

He was aware he was role playing many differing scenarios, but it seemed fitting. Rick was an actor. He, a dreamer. So he sat on the edge of Rick’s bed, palming his cock in slow, seductive strokes, waiting to see what performance Rick would want from him and what he’d bring to the scene.

What he brought was an intimacy so profound, Jayden discovered something else he’d not had all his life—affection.

Rick gently pushed him to lie flat, hands roaming his chest as he leaned over him and kissed him, lips pecking down from his neck, tongue circling his nipple, fingertips ghosting his sides. Jayden writhed atop of the sheets, skin tingling at every delicate caress. Rick travelled down to his stomach, probing his belly button with his tongue, then lowered down, down, where he nipped one hip, nibbled along to the other, and Jayden drew in a breath when he suckled his cockhead.

“That okay?” Rick asked, lips grazing his slit.

Jayden looked down, met his gaze. “Yeah. Keep going. Please.” Rick was going to kill him with his constant seeking of approval. He didn’t want him to stop, though. He wanted him to check if he was okay. If he allowed him to do what he begged. Because no one had ever bothered before. No one ever checked if they could. No one cared that much about him. It was addictive.

Rick licked up his length, tracing his throbbing vein, and Jayden’s cock pulsated, desperate and needy. Like his abandoned heart. It ached more when hot, wet heat engulfed him as Rick sank his mouth around him. Oh, God , he was good at that. Not too much. No teeth and haste. Just pure, leisurely sucks up and down, tongue thick around his girth, as if savouring the moment.

“Oh, God, yeah ,” Jayden drew out to let Rick know he was still okay with it all, as Rick’s mouth was too full to ask. “Fuck, yeah .”

Rick fondled his balls and Jayden could feel the slick wetness from the lube. Where he’d got that from when on his knees on the floor at the end of the bed would remain unknown. Jayden didn’t care to know. It would spoil the romance. He raised his hips from the bed, allowing Rick to reach underneath him, to go where he sought. Rick hummed in gratitude, working his cock in and out of his mouth whilst slathering Jayden’s taint and balls with oozing liquid.

Slurping off his dick, Rick shuffled on the floor, grabbing Jayden’s ankles and yanked him to the end of the bed, arse half hanging off. He shunted his thighs back and apart, exposing his hole to the air.

“I want to lick you,” Rick said, slick finger circling his entrance. “There. May I?”

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ . Rick was too much. The asking. Consent seeking. Care and consideration. It was going to make Jayden a puddle of mush.

“Yeah, Rick, you can put your tongue wherever you want.” Jayden held his knees to show him he meant it.

He’d not had this done to him much. A previous lover had tried it once and hadn’t liked it. So he’d thought it was a fantasy. Something done in porn or written about. One of those sex acts only for onlookers. Then Rick’s face was in his crack, tongue lapping up and down from his behind to his balls, and Jayden was almost bent double, finding a whole new meaning to the word want . Cause he wanted it. Bad. He craved that tongue. That sloppy, thick, wet muscle drove him wild. He wanted it inside him, coating him, eating him. And he wanted the sounds . Slaps of saliva. Escaped grunts. Elongated hums of pleasure, proving how much Rick got off on this. The man absolutely loved to rim, and Jayden discovered he absolutely loved having it done to him. By Rick .

Rick plunged his tongue inside his hole, thick and wet, warm and probing, and Jayden cried out. “Fucking, fuck fuck . Rick!”

Rick slid his hands up his cheeks, fondling his balls and fisting his shaft. “You like that?”

“Fucking love it.”

“Good.” Rick licked his lips. “Me too.” And he proved it by going straight back to it, tongue plunging inside his hole while he stroked Jayden’s cock.

“Oh, fuck, fuck fuck .” Jayden squirmed, legs bent and wide, and made a grab for the bedpost to clutch as his world fell apart. He couldn’t get his arse any more into Rick’s face. God, he was a mess. Sweating. Panting. Shaking. A disgusting mess of sex and depravity, and he wanted more. More. More. More .

Rick licked one last time, removing his tongue to rub his entrance with his finger. “May I?”

“Fuck, Rick, do it. Do me.”

Rick didn’t hesitate that time and delved two slicked up fingers inside him. Jayden exhaled around a pleasured groan, arching his back, trying to get Rick’s fingers to reach for his soul. They did. They found it as if Rick had always known where it was. And he stroked inside him, gulping Jayden’s cock back into his mouth, sucking in synch with how he hit the pleasure spot inside him again and again.

Jayden crumbled. Howled. Fucking broke .

“Rick, oh, fuck, Rick .” He couldn’t hold on much longer and if Rick wanted to fuck him, he wouldn’t get the chance because he exploded in a frenzy of unhinged curse words bouncing off the walls and he gripped the wooden post, other hand fisting Rick’s hair as his uncontrollable quivers had him drenched in a sheen of glistening sweat.

Rick drew out his fingers first, rubbing his thumb around his entrance to ease the sting. He then released Jayden’s cock from his mouth, lowering Jayden’s legs to dangle them off the bed, and he popped up between them, wiping his mouth with a satisfied grin and kissed his belly.

Jayden’s chest rose and fell with his laboured breaths as he met Rick’s gaze. “You’re naughty.”

Rick wiped his mouth with his wrist. “And you are oh, so deliciously nice.”