Chapter 16

After checking out of the hotel, they'd decided to carry on the weekend together. Scott declared it an official date day.

First up they had chosen a long lunch in a fish restaurant right in the heart of Brighton. It was a very fancy place, with art deco booths lining two walls. Prin and Scott were cuddled up in one, sharing a bottle of Sancerre.

"I don't care if people know about us," Scott said. "I'm proud to be with you. Unless you're embarrassed of me."

"After last night?" Prin replied, reaching across and taking hold of Scott's hand. "I'm in for the long haul. I think you've ruined me for other men."

Scott sprang up and faced Prin. "That kind of talk will get me horny all over again."

"Down, boy," Prin said with a laugh. "There will be no bathroom blow job."

"Spoilsport."

"Scotty."

A ridiculously handsome man approached the booth. He was tan with blond hair and dazzling teeth.

"Matteus," Scott said. His nervous glance told Prin all he needed to know about what had gone on between Scott and the beaming Matteus.

"Don't I get a hug?" Matteus asked, holding his arms wide.

Slowly, Scott shuffled out of the booth. No sooner was he out than Matteus pulled him close. He let his hand drop to Scott's butt.

Prin froze.

Poor Scott jumped back.

"Where are you going tonight?" Matteus asked, clearly oblivious. "How about meeting up? Come to mine for afters."

"I'm good," Scott replied. "I'm with someone now."

Matteus' mouth dropped open. "You? Wow. Who's the lucky man?"

"This is Prin," Scott said, "My special someone."

Seemingly for the first time, Matteus registered Prin's existence. He stared at him for longer than was comfortable.

"Oh, okay. Of course. I'm so sorry. Very nice to meet you, Pran. You must have something very special to tame this one." He leered at Scott. "Don't be a stranger."

When he'd gone, Scott turned to Prin and exhaled. "Fuck that was awkward. I'm so sorry."

Prin had no words. He had frozen. The expression of sheer disbelief on Matteus' face had cut him deeply.

Who the fuck am I kidding?

A worried Scott scooted along the booth and took hold of Prin's hand.

"Prin? You're trembling. Talk to me."

Prin's bottom lip quivered as he fought to gain control over himself. With his free hand he grabbed his wine glass and took a slug. More for something to do than a need for alcohol. Although it wouldn't hurt.

"Prin," Scott repeated. "You're scaring me now."

"I'm sorry. It's just…I saw what we must look like through his eyes. He couldn't believe that we're a couple. Everyone will think like that."

Scott squeezed Prin's hand tighter. "No they won't," he said. "Don't pay any attention to him."

"You obviously did once or twice."

Scott recoiled. "That's a low blow. I don't pretend to be a saint. Bloody hell, Prin. It's a bit early in the day for all that."

The wonderful things they had planned were in danger of fizzling away. Prin absolutely would not let that happen. Instead, he forced a smile onto his face.

"You're right. I'm being silly. It's not like I'm holding you here against your will."

Scott kissed him. It was a slow and loving kiss that dispelled a good number of Prin's doubts. No matter what the future held, Prin sensed this kiss was the real deal.

They separated and Scott grinned at him. "Better?"

Prin nodded. "Am I really your special someone?"

"You know what? I think you might be. Does that bother you?"

Bother him? It was more than he'd ever hoped for.

"I think I could get used to it."

Once they got back to Prin's, Scott instantly started unbuttoning Prin's shirt. But the incident with Matteus was still playing on his mind.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked, shifting away.

"No," Scott said. "I want you. Are you okay? We could have a look under your sofa for something to occupy us?"

Prin was touched that Scott wanted to make him feel better. He'd tried to act normal over lunch and their subsequent wander through town. But it had been an act and Prin didn't want to do that with Scott.

"I'm still a little sore from the other day. Perhaps we could talk?"

"Ooh sounds heavy. Maybe I will have a glass of wine."

Prin ushered Scott into the lounge and fled into the kitchen where he took an inordinate amount of time to pour two glasses from the open bottle in the fridge.

What the fuck is that matter with you?

Prin walked into the lounge. Scott had a worried expression. "If you're going to dump me, can you give me a chance to neck that wine in one?"

"I'm not going to dump you," Prin said, sitting next to him. "I'm being an idiot."

"It's Matteus, isn't it?"

As he sat, Prin tried to really examine the problem. "Not as such," Prin replied. "He's more of a symptom. People will look at me and think I'm punching way above my weight. I don't really care until I get that look of pity. Like do I know I'll get my heart broken?"

Scott shifted down the sofa and rested his hand on Prin's leg. "There's no point me telling you not to think that. I'm not about to dismiss your worries, Prin. What I can say is fuck what anyone else thinks."

Prin glanced away but Scott gently pulled his face back so they were staring into each other's eyes.

"I used to worry about what people thought about me," he continued. "I can be a lot. I'm fully aware of that."

"I think you're brilliant."

Scott's eyes filled up. "And I think you are. Okay, I've been with…a few people. So what? I'm with you now and I'm the proudest man in Brighton."

Prin kissed him. "The second proudest. I take the top spot."

Scott rested his forehead against Prin's. "Promise me you'll talk to me if you get worked up again?"

"I promise.

"And one other thing?"

"Oh yes."

"I have no intention of breaking your heart. This isn't just some diversion on my part anyway."

Prin kissed Scott again. "Nor me."

"Can I show you how much I like you?"

Prin took his hand. "You certainly can."

Silently, they got off the sofa and Prin allowed himself to be led into his own bedroom. Once inside, Scott ran his finger along Prin's cheek.

"You'll realise that I'm the lucky one," he said. "Eventually."

They kissed. Scott's lips were soft and gentle. Most of the other kisses had been full of passion and hunger. This time, something deeper was fuelling him.

When Scott rested his hand on Prin, it sent a shudder through his whole system. Not wanting to break the spell, he wrapped his arms around Scott's waist. Even now that he'd experienced a naked Scott on multiple occasions, he still had waves of anticipation.

Slowly, Scott used his tongue to part Prin's lips. Their skin was barely touching but where it did, it tingled.

They stood there. Prin could barely feel the rest of his body. He was solely focused on the kiss. When Scott unbuttoned Prin's shirt, it made him jump.

"You okay?" Scott murmured.

"Am I ever?"

With deft fingers, Scott had Prin's shirt open in seconds. He brushed it off him and let it fall to the floor. The cooler air made Prin's nipples harden instantly. His cock had been solid ever since they'd left the sofa.

Scott bit his lip as he stroked Prin's body. He paid particular attention to his chest, causing gooseflesh to appear.

At last, Prin gathered himself together enough to be an active participant. He unbuckled Scott's belt and flipped the button and zipper on his jeans. When he reached inside, he found Scott was as hard as Prin was.

When he squeezed, Scott moaned.

"Right," he said. "Let's get naked. I can't be doing with all this teasing."

They took their clothes off. Prin couldn't wait to get his hands on Scott's incredible body again. He had never slept with anyone so aesthetically perfect.

Scott crawled onto the bed, giving Prin a perfect view of his muscular thighs and tight hole. He soon joined him. Now it appeared, Scott was hungry. He rolled on top of Prin and pressed his lips against Prin's.

The kiss was intense. They clashed tongues while pawing at each other. Then Scott was on his back and shifted Prin so he was straddling him.

They held hands whilst letting their mouths do all the work.

Scott dug his fingers into Prin's ass. It might be still a little tender but he wouldn't have it any other way. They broke the kiss and Prin sat up straight. Scott smiled.

"What a view," he said.

He played with Prin's cock as he gazed into his eyes. Under any other circumstances, Prin would find this far too exposing. Yet, he didn't with Scott.

"What do you want?" Prin asked. "Name it."

Scott grinned. "Wow. That's an offer."

Prin reached out and took Scott's hands. "I want to do everything with you. Last time was my choice. This is your turn."

Scott appeared to think carefully. "Did I spy some restraints in your collection?"

"You did."

"How about you tie me up and make me come any way you like."

Prin fell on Scott and kissed him. Scott gripped him by the waist and ground his cock against Prin.

"You have a deal," Prin said.

He hopped off the bed and dashed into the lounge. At lightning speed, Prin reached under the sofa and grabbed the restraints.

Not only was he desperate to get back to Scott, he also didn't want the mood broken. When he got back into the bedroom, he realised there was no danger of that. Scott was playing with his cock. He spread his legs and massaged his balls.

Fuck that is better than porn. And it's all for me.

Prin walked round the bed. Gently he took Scott's right arm. The restraint was soft leather. He wrapped it around Scott's wrist and clicked the fastener in place. Prin had put another restraint on each one. He fixed this to the metal bedframe.

"Secure?" Prin asked.

Scott tested it. "Just enough room."

Prin kissed him. He scooted over Scott's body and repeated the exercise on his other wrist. Once he'd secured that, he got off the bed and just stared.

"You look fucking hot."

Scott stretched. "Make me come, baby."

The decision was a difficult one. But Prin wanted to taste Scott.

He crept onto the bed, moving Scott's feet to make room. When he stared up at Scott, their eye contact was like electricity. Or maybe that was Scott's beautiful dick distracting him.

Lightly, he stroked Scott's ankles. He traced around the bone before running his fingertips over Scott's foot. He squirmed a little. So Prin repeated the motion. Again, he got the same result.

He took his time across each toe. Even they were gorgeous.

Leaning forward, he travelled slowly up Scott's legs. He stroked each one in total symmetry. Scott bit his lip as Prin reached his inner thighs. When he got to Scott's balls, he cried out.

Prin had no intention of stopping. With his finger, he followed the thick vein up Scott's dick to the end. There he traced small circles in the precum before lifting his finger to his mouth and sucking.

Scott watched him intently. "Make me come," he repeated.

Changing the pace to startle Scott, Prin took hold of Scott's dick with a firm grip. Scott gasped. Then Prin plunged down and took the whole of the hard cock in his mouth. Scott immediately writhed against the restraints. The bed shook.

After holding him there for a second, Prin bobbed his head up and down. He made sure the speed was erratic.

"Oh, God," Scott cried out. "Fuck, you're good. Don't stop."

As if Prin would stop. He could smell Scott's woodsy scent mixed with something musky and primal. His tastebuds were alert, the faint salty taste a precursor of what was to follow. His need was almost as great as he expected Scott's was.

"Prin," Scott said. "I'm going to come."

His whole body was static. Prin squeezed Scott's thighs, marvelling at the muscle under there.

Scott cried out once more. Then he flooded Prin's mouth. Prin had always thought this was the most intimate thing people could do. The pleasure he was giving to Scott was the horniest thing.

Prin swallowed. Scott was quietening now. Prin licked every inch of his magnificent cock clean before crawling up the bed. Quickly he took the restraints off Scott and took him in his arms.

"What about you?" Scott said lazily.

"We have all night," Prin replied.

Scott nestled against Prin's chest as Prin stroked Scott's muscular shoulder. Their naked bodies resting together.

"This is so nice," Scott murmured.

Prin kissed the top of his head. "It really is. I'm so glad I found you."

"Me too."