Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

The hotel room was based on the Dickens book A Tale of Two Cities. One half of the room had London memorabilia and the other Paris.

Aron sat on the bed. Now he’d made it, the nerves were very real. He had never been that confident with a man in his life. Something about Paul Higgs made the wanting so strong, he would turn into anyone.

They had first got together one late night. It had been a long time coming. They’d practically torn each other’s clothes off on the Professor’s best rug.

This seemed far more nerve-wracking, which was ridiculous.

“It’s not like you don’t know what you’re getting,” he said to his reflection in the mirror.

He thought about Granny’s words. Surely if she suspected that he had been sleeping with Paul, she would bring it up. It would burn its way out of her.

He supposed that time would tell on that score.

Unable to settle, he got up and paced the room. The view out of the window faced Hyde Park in the distance. He couldn’t see Queens Crescent. That was behind him. He took that as a plus point.

They had shared many an assignation in this hotel over the months they’d spent together. It had seemed fitting that they would reacquaint themselves in the same location. He couldn’t remember ever staying in this room.

As he examined a picture of Paris, a soft knock at the door made him jump.

This is it.

Throwing his nerves to the wind, he flung open the door. There Paul stood. A criminally sexy smirk on his face and a bottle of champagne in his hand.

“You spent your ten minutes wisely,” Aron said. “Get in here.”

Paul paced past as Aron shut the door and turned. Paul crashed into him, making Aron stagger against the door. With the whole of Paul’s body weight on him, they kissed. Instantly forcing their tongues into each other’s mouths.

Aron gripped the back of Paul’s head and curled his leg around Paul’s waist. He wanted every part of him. Paul gripped Aron’s flanks, his nails digging in. Showing he had the same hunger.

“Fuck, Paul,” Aron said, wrenching his mouth free.

Paul licked Aron’s jawline. It made Aron’s head want to explode.

Taking control, Aron walked Paul backwards until he fell on the bed. Their bodies parted. Aron pulled his shirt off.

Evidently, Paul had the same intention. He was already tugging at his belt and practically ripping his trousers open.

In no time, Aron had got rid of the rest of his clothes and helped Paul out of the rest of his. Paul’s body was the same as before. Lithe with a smattering of hair on his chest. His cock fat and swollen. Aron licked his lips.

Paul studied him also. Aron was proud to show off his new body. Hours of pain had discovered a six-pack. His own chest hair dark like the curls on his head.

“Fuck. You are looking good, my friend,” Paul said.

Once naked, they both fell on each other once more.

Their limbs entwined until it felt as though they were one being. Aron kissed Paul as feverishly as before. Luckily, the hotel had provided a king-sized bed. They rolled all over it. Each dominating then submitting.

Aron pushed Paul’s arms above his head. He darted down and licked his armpit and ran his tongue up his bicep. He took in the scent of him. Musky and manly and so fucking sexy.

Paul writhed in pleasure. Aron was determined that no part of Paul’s body would go unchecked. He wanted to make his mark all over again.

He straddled Paul. Feeling that magnificent cock against his hole. Resting his hand on Paul’s chest, he leant down and took his nipple lightly between his teeth.

“Oh fuck,” Paul stammered.

Aron knew what Paul liked. It was all coming back to him now. And boy would he show him that he remembered as well.

He gently increased the pressure. Paul’s cock pulsated between Aron’s legs.

Suddenly, Paul squirmed.

“I’ll come,” he moaned.

He pushed Aron off him and onto his back. Paul knelt between his legs and gripped Aron’s hard cock.

That first touch sent waves of pleasure through Aron’s system. He arched his body and bucked his hips. Sliding his cock through Paul’s palm.

“Shit. You’re horny,” Paul said.

“Too fucking right, I am. Suck my dick.”

Paul nodded. “Your wish is my command.”

He licked the precum from the tip. The heat of his mouth making Aron yearn for more. He didn’t have to wait long as Paul took the whole of him in his mouth.

Aron cried out. Paul held him in his mouth for a second before sliding him out. He stopped and looked up at Aron.

Fuck, those eyes.

“More,” he murmured.

Paul complied by sucking harder. Running his lips up and down Aron’s shaft. Each stroke stronger. Aron ran his fingers through Paul’s hair. With his free hand, Paul gripped Aron’s thigh.

Now it was Aron’s turn to worry about an early finish. He sat up and drew Paul toward him. He kissed him hard.

With one hand round Paul’s neck, Aron used his other to stroke Paul’s cock. It was fat and Aron loved the feel of it.

His mission was not complete. He scooted off the bed and held Paul by the hips. His stunning arse in full view.

Aron ran the palm of his hand across it. Paul settled down, lowering his hips.

Dirty bastard.

Aron loved it. Unwilling to disappoint, Aron dove his face between Paul’s butt cheeks. Licking his hole and making Paul cry out.

The musky smell of Paul’s body made Aron’s cock throb. He ran his tongue up and down Paul’s ass. He had an unsatiable hunger.

He forced himself away, panting.

“Have you got any condoms?”

“No. Have you?”

“Fuck!”

This was quite possibly the most frustrating moment of his life. Paul spun onto his back and sat on the edge of the bed.

“There’s more than one way to come, you know.”

Aron raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? I might need a refresher.”

Paul dropped to his knees and beckoned him over.

He obeyed and dove his cock into Paul’s mouth. He stared down at the beautiful man, intent only on Aron’s pleasure.

Paul gripped Aron’s butt cheeks and guided him in and out. Once he’d set the pace, Aron took over and fucked his mouth. It was so arousing. Aron bucked his hips.

He groaned when Paul tugged at his balls.

“Oh fuck, I’ll come.”

This only made Paul go harder. In no time, the orgasm burst from Aron. The white-hot heat seared through his body as he came. Paul still sucking his dick. Aron shuddered to a halt and fell onto the bed.

Paul stood up, wiping his mouth.

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“Come to me.”

Paul lay down next to Aron who reached for Paul’s crotch, but he brushed him away.

“Later,” he said. “Put your head on my chest.”

Aron did as he asked. Paul had blond hair and it tickled but Aron wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

With Paul’s arms around him, Aron basked in the afterglow. He wasn’t going to admit it but other than a couple of very disappointing one-night stands, he’d not slept with anyone since they’d parted.

He expected Paul had been rampant across the globe. Aron had no desire to find out.

A group of people were shouting in the corridor. It only served to make their bubble feel stronger. Aron leant up and kissed Paul.

“I’ve missed this,” he said.

“Me too.”

Don’t get mushy, for fuck’s sake.

With a wicked grin, he reached across and tweaked Paul’s nipple. Instantly, Paul’s dick leapt to attention.

“I think it’s your turn now.”

“No!”

Aron woke with a start as Paul leapt out of the bed.

“Hey,” Aron said, reaching for the light. “It’s okay. Paul, you’re here with me.”

But Paul stood rooted to the spot. Aron knew his way around this though.

“Listen to me, Paul. It’s Aron. You’re in the hotel. Remember?”

Slowly realisation dawned on Paul’s face.

Good. It’s passing.

“Aron?”

“Come here.”

Paul shivered. “I’m all sweaty.”

“I don’t care. Come here.”

Paul obeyed him. He wasn’t wrong—his body was soaked.

“Shower,” Aron ordered.

“Really?”

“Yes or you’ll catch your death of cold and the Professor will not be happy if his best man is sneezing all over the place.”

Fully awake now, Aron got up and took Paul’s hand. He led him into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

“What time is it?” Paul asked.

“Coming up to four-thirty.”

Aron glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Despite monumental bags under his eyes, he didn’t look too bad after barely an hour’s sleep.

“I’m sorry,” Paul said. He nuzzled Aron’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’re still having those dreams,” Aron replied. He kissed the top of Paul’s head.

These episodes had been a regular feature of their time together. Standing in that bathroom was like the last two years had never happened.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Paul stood back. “Not really. Fancy scrubbing my back?”

“Sure,” he replied. “Go and get soapy, handsome.”

Paul padded into the walk-in shower. Aron leant against the sink and watched him lathering up.

Will he ever talk about them? Isn’t that the whole fucking problem? How did the plan go so horribly wrong?