Chapter Seven

Lynton

Lynton didn't want Austin to sleep. He wanted to fuck him again and again until neither of them were capable of any more. Nonetheless, he held his lover and let him rest, glorying in the strange sensation of someone in his arms, the heart beating sure and steady under his palm.

He hadn't been lying when he'd said Austin was something else. He was like all Lynton's fantasies rolled into one, the complete package of perfection in bed. A wanton slut who did what Lynton wanted and enjoyed himself to the max. And to think Lynton had thought he would lie there like a corpse when he was getting fucked. Nothing could be further from the truth. It made Lynton wonder how perfect Austin was in other departments, such as personality wise and sense of humor, because he had hardly had a proper conversation with the guy yet that didn't revolve around negotiating sex for vet's bills. He ached to find out but it was too late now. There could never be anything more than sex between them. Lynton had made sure of that.

The thought stung him. It made him hold Austin closer, nuzzling the clipped hair at the back of his neck. This had all gone wrong. He wasn't supposed to want more than this.

It was eleven o'clock and the lamp was still on when he glanced over at the alarm clock. Way too late. He was usually asleep by ten on a work night. They'd both be tired in the morning. He couldn't bring himself to care too much, though. He kissed the delicate shell of Austin's ear, breathing into it.

Austin stirred. Lynton kissed his way across one shoulder before travelling down Austin's back, disappearing beneath the covers. Austin stretched, giving a little laugh as Lynton pushed him flat and devoured his lean belly with kisses. He shifted, his cock thickening in Lynton's hand. Lynton stroked his thigh. He pressed a kiss to the crease between thigh and groin and nuzzled Austin's neat thatch of dark hair before he ran his tongue over Austin's balls, then from the base of his cock to the tip.

Austin caught his breath. He plunged his fingers into Lynton's hair. Lynton sank down on his half-hard cock, sucking it to full erection. Austin moaned beneath him. He spread his legs when Lynton stroked behind his balls.

"Mmm, that's nice." Lynton knelt up and tossed back the covers. "Lift your legs." He pushed Austin's knees up to his chest. "Spread them. I want to see."

Austin did as he was told, but needed a helping hand to get as wide as Lynton wanted. He gave a little moan of what sounded like embarrassment, but Lynton didn't care. He was looking at the prize, still glistening with lube, an open invitation to pleasure.

He dipped his head, spread Austin's cheeks apart, and rimmed him. Austin swore. He writhed, gasping in excitement. Lynton pressed harder with his tongue, licked faster. Austin grew wet, slippery. Lynton grasped him by the hips, sliding one palm up to feel the muscles of Austin's abdomen fluttering under his touch.

Damn it, he was so sensual and so damned appreciative. Lynton could have pleased him forever. As long and as hard as Austin needed. Never had he wanted to eat someone out the way he did Austin. He worked his tongue inside and Austin panted. He arched against Lynton's probing tongue, shuddering, and gripped his hair. "Please."

Lynton lifted his head. "What?"

"Please, I need you. Please, Lynton, fuck me."

The blood boiled in Lynton's veins. This was the man he had coerced into bed. Now begging him for it. Not really coerced; Austin had offered himself. And you didn't have to take the offer.

He slid across the bed to retrieve another condom. He probably didn't need lube but he slicked a generous dollop over the rubber anyway with an unsteady hand. Grasping Austin like he weighed no more than a rag-doll, Lynton pulled him astride his hips.

"Ride me."

Austin gasped. He gripped Lynton's aching shaft, positioning himself above it before he started to sink, grinding himself down all the way, taking Lynton balls-deep.

Lynton squeezed his eyes shut, fingers white on Austin's hips, body bucking into him. Oh God, let this never end. Let him ride me until I can't remember my own name.

He opened his eyes. Austin was leaning back, moving his pelvis in slow, sensual turns, his hard dick bouncing and swinging like the pendulum of a clock. Lynton grasped it in his fist. He jerked Austin off and his partner bumped and grinded, moved harder, faster, until he rode Lynton like a bucking bronco.

They swore in unison. Head hanging back, face flushed, Austin let out a long, low moan. "Make me come, Lynton. Please make me come."

Lynton dug his fingernails into Austin's hip. He redoubled the effort of his other hand around Austin's straining cock as he thrust up into that perfect tightness. Pre-cum made his hand sticky. Lynton let loose an instant before Austin. He was still coming as Austin cried out and creamed over Lynton's chest.

Austin fell onto him and Lynton held him tight, felt the thundering of Austin's heart against him, and never wanted to let him go.

Austin slid off him after a few minutes and Lynton was overcome with deep disappointment as he watched him pick his scattered clothes up off the carpet. It's for the best, he reminded himself. You'd only fuck him all night if he stayed and be fit for nothing at work tomorrow. Still though…

"Can I use your bathroom?" Austin held his clothes over his nakedness as though Lynton hadn't already seen everything.

"Sure. Shower if you like."

Austin disappeared and Lynton listened to him pee and flush before he heard running water. There were clean cloths and towels on the shelf. Lynton imagined Austin cleaning cum, saliva and lube from his body. It was enough to make him hard again.

He stayed under the covers, looking at the semen drying on his body, feeling how it had pooled in the hollow between his collarbones. He waited until Austin reappeared, fully dressed. He bit his lip before he said, "You can stay if you want to."

Austin shook his head. "I need to get back for Rupert. He needs a walk."

"Of course. I'll show you out."

"No need, it's okay." Austin hovered for a moment. "Good night."

"Good night."

Austin turned for the door. Lynton felt as though he had to say something, anything, just so Austin didn't leave like this. He slid to the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. "Austin."

Austin turned.

"I'm sorry."

Austin looked wary. "What for?"

Lynton sighed. "You know what for. Everything. This. It isn't how I wanted it to go."

Austin remained still, gaze fixed on his. He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing and Lynton ached suddenly to press his lips to it. "You saved Rupert's life. I'll always be grateful."

"I know but…your gratitude shouldn't include this."

Austin shrugged, striving for nonchalance, but his eyes glistened. "How else could I have done it?"

"I shouldn't have made you. I should have done it out of the goodness of my heart. I'm a bastard. Forgive me."

Austin swiped at his eyes. "You did do it out of the goodness of your heart. You saved my dog's life." He turned and vanished through the door.

Go after him, a voice urged Lynton. Hold him. Make him see.

Instead, he listened to the front door close then curled up alone in the bed that still smelled of Austin.

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Austin

Rupert was delighted to see him, and Austin took him out for a late walk across the road to Hubbard Park. At night it was sinister, all eerie shadows and places for criminals to hide, and while he might have been afraid of attacks, Austin had his bodyguard with him and knew Rupert would protect him with his life. He shivered, hood pulled up against the rain and cold. He sniffled a little, wiping his eyes angrily.

Christ, why did Lynton choose now to get all regretful and sorry? It only made things more confusing. It wasn't just the mind-blowing sex; it was…he didn't know what it was. Only that he craved more.