Lexington Black (8 page)

'Kinky bastard,' Rob said, smiling from
behind the dark frames.

Lex squeezed a thick slug of lube on his
fingers. Rob felt very exposed as Lex greased him up. With the same
infuriating smile, he guided his cock into Rob's hole, waiting
patiently for it to open enough to let him in.

Rob bit his lip as he was stuffed full, and
received an answering throb in response.

'You're so sexy when you do that,' Lex
muttered.

When he was fully inside him, Rob let his
legs drop so that Lex could position him on his lap and coil his
arms around his neck. Face to face, they began to move. Being able
to stare into Lex's eyes added another dimension to their pleasure.
At every hot little sigh, Lex pulsed inside him.

'Fuck, yeah,' Lex panted as he really began
to hammer him, putting all his weight behind each thrust. His face
was suffused with lust, sweat beading his brow, a primeval snarl on
his lips.

'Harder,' Rob goaded him. 'Do it!' He dug his
fingers into Lex's neck and pushed back at him with everything he
had. Lex roared as the orgasm flooded through his body, gathered up
his balls and exploded with several huge pulses. Rob thrust his
tongue down his throat, stifling his breath, adding to the pure
sensation racking both of their bodies.

Lex collapsed onto the bed, totally wrecked.
He panted heavily, his body slick with sweat. Rob lay next to him,
knees flopped wide apart, Lex's seed oozing out of his body. Lex
lazily reached down and dug his fingers into Rob's slick, gaping
opening, then drew them away and licked them, like a bear finding a
particularly tasty honeycomb in a tree. He did it again and pushed
his fingers against Rob's lips.

'Suck them,' he ordered, and Rob did, liking
the pungent salty taste of Lex's semen together with his own musky
flavour.

'Breakfast,' Lex said, smiling.

'I was kind of hoping for a Full
English.'

'I was hoping you'd say that. I ordered room
service for 9.30.'

Rob moved back to look at him. 'When did you
do that?'

'Before dinner last night.'

'You knew I'd stay?'

'It was a calculated gamble. Something I'm
very good at.' He quelled Rob's response by swooping down and
nuzzling between his legs.

Rob's mobile phone ringing interrupted them
from continuing their libidinous savouring of each other.

'Leave it,' Lex said.

'I can't. It's Geri.'

He answered the phone as Lex bent to his task
again. It felt very decadent to be taking a call with a hot man
sucking on his balls. He stroked Lex's hair and tried to
concentrate on what his sister was saying. Unbelievably, he was
hard again. He had never experienced that kind of hunger with
Sandy, poor cow, but she hadn't been keen on giving blow jobs. And
Lex was very good at them. Very, very ....

'You are coming to lunch today, aren't you?'
Geri demanded.

He tried to concentrate. 'What's the
time?'

'Quarter past nine. You can't get out of it,
you know.'

'I know. I'm so eager to see the family I'm
here already.'

Silence, then, 'you mean you never left?'

'Yeah.'
Yeah, Lex, take it deeper. Oh
fuck, that feels so good ....

'Are you still with him?'

Rob could not help it. He began to slowly
move his hips in time with Lex's lavish sucking.

'I'll meet you in the bar,' he gasped,
wishing she would get off the phone before he ... well... got off.
He closed his eyes so he could not see his cock disappearing inside
Lex's mouth. 'Jesus...'

'Rob? Please don't tell me you're actually
doing it right now.'

'Gotta go, sis.' He dropped the phone and
grasped Lex's hair, forcing him to take more of his cock. Lex
mumbled with pleasure as Rob pulsed hard and climaxed again with a
tight grunt.

Room service came a few minutes after he did.
It was only four hours until the family lunch, but Rob needed carbs
and protein after their marathon session. They both wolfed down a
tremendous amount of eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, in fact,
anything that could justify being on a plate of food calling itself
a Full English. When they had finished, they staggered back to the
bed and lay replete for a further hour, nursing their full
stomachs. No talk was necessary. They were comfortable just
drowsing in each other's company, delaying the inevitable time when
they would have to part.

'Come to the States,' Lex said eventually.
They were lying in each other's arms, Lex running his fingers
through Rob's hair. It was the first thing he had said for a while.
'I have a suite of apartments just off 5th Avenue. You could stay
for as long as you like. Kick start your writing career.' He
dropped a kiss on Rob's forehead. 'We could get to know each other
better.'

Rob was silent. With the exception of the
previous night, it wasn't in his nature to impulsively leap at
chances. He had seen people do that before and fall on their faces.
Besides, Lex was a stranger. He had visions of being incarcerated
in luxury and made to write until his fingers bled.

Damn his stupidly vivid imagination at
times.

'It's a wonderful offer,' he said
finally.

'But?'

Rob laughed deprecatingly. 'Ever seen the
film
Misery
?'

Lex nuzzled his hair. 'I'm more
American
Psycho
. You are an ass, you know that?' But he was laughing as
well. 'If it makes you feel better, I'm not in the habit of picking
up random men and inviting them back to my ivory tower for months
of rampant sex and torture before attacking them with a chainsaw.
I'm taking just as much of a risk as you are.' He slid down the bed
so they were face to face. 'Say you'll come, Rob. I don't want to
leave without knowing if I'll ever see you again.'

That was the clincher for Rob. No-one had
said that to him before. He kissed Lex firmly on the lips. 'Then
yes, I'll come. As long as you don't expect a bestseller because it
isn't going to happen.'

'Have faith, my love.' Lex whispered, as he
pressed Rob back against the pillows once more.

******

Even the thought of Sunday lunch in the
company of his youngest sister, listening to her talking about her
Big Day could not dampen his mood of well-being.

She had gathered them all together for a
"Planning Meeting" as she had ominously termed it. Further more,
she had pulled together a "List of Expectations" tailored for each
family member, who would be expected to comply without
argument.

Sara's obedient husband-to-be had been
instructed to drive down to Devon the previous evening to pick up
their mother. Christopher and Silvy were travelling down from
London with their twin girls, who were to be bridesmaids. The only
family member missing was Roger, who by living in Vancouver was the
only one to escape the military operation. Sensibly, he had already
indicated that he would be there on the day, but not before.

The date of her Big Day had been seared into
their brains and anyone who did not attend was in danger of being
excommunicated. Not that Rob could see anything wrong with that,
but he wisely kept his own council. Over the years, their mother
attempted to mold Sara into her own rigid, bigoted image, and
throughout her life had spoiled her rotten in an attempt to make
her stay in line. So far, it was working a treat.

Rob and Geri saw their role to be one of
creating a little mischief if things got too boring. Christmas was
a case in point. Nothing like a well-timed fart in church, or
spiking their eldest brother's orange juice, to get the party
started. They knew it was immature, but it was the only way to get
through the obligatory family gatherings.

On the whole, Rob tried to avoid having
anything to do with his family, even more so after Sandy had thrown
him out. Being told he was useless on a regular basis did not do
wonders for his self-esteem. But Geri had insisted, mainly because
she did not want to face such torture on her own. She had incurred
her mother's disapproval by not marrying Simon. It made no
difference at all that he had not asked her yet. "Living in sin"
was one of their mother's top five highways to Hell. Divorce was
another. And being homosexual topped the lot.

Which meant that Rob was truly screwed,
having been guilty of all three. All he had to do was commit
adultery and throw himself in front of a train and he would receive
his platinum executive ticket to Satan's Grotto. It caused him no
loss of sleep whatsoever.

Geri seemed uncharacteristically anxious as
Rob walked into the bar to meet her. She leapt off her seat to
greet him.

'I promise you, I had no idea,' she gabbled.
'If I had, I would have told you.'

'What are you talking about?' He could feel
his good humour dissipating like a slow puncture in a car tire.

Geri took a deep breath. 'Sandy's here.
Apparently, she's going to be Matron of Honour after all.'

Rob felt his body stiffen. 'What the hell?
Seriously?'

'She's in the dining room, Rob. They're all
waiting for us. Nice suit, by the way. Are you sure you didn't know
already?'

'Of course I didn't know!' He took a deep
breath. It wasn't Geri's fault. 'Sorry, sis. Jesus!' He paced
around. 'Of all the times...'

'Yeah. Sara said she's aware the decree
absolute came in recently. Her view is that you would get over it
by then. Don't shoot the messenger!' She added, throwing her hands
up to ward him off.

'Christ!' Rob massaged his temples, took a
deep breath and at once calmed down. Sandy didn't have the power to
upset him any more. He was a gay man who had just spent the most
glorious night in the arms of a charming stranger. His ex-wife had
lost the power to hurt him.

He breathed in deeply again and let it out.
Geri was anxiously watching him. 'Let's do this,' he said. 'To be
honest, I'm more pissed off because no-one apart from you seems to
give a flying fig about how I feel. Sometimes I think I'm no longer
part of this family, just some random stranger who wanders in and
irritates people from time to time. So that's fine, but if Sara
thinks she's getting that Silver Shadow from Paul she'll have to
think again. No way in hell.' He marched off towards the dining
room. Geri trotted after him.

'Oh, this is going to be good,' she muttered.
'Back on form at long last. I guess man sex is good for you.'

Together they walked into the ornate dining
room. Geri had come to the lunch without Simon. Because they
weren't married, their mother had specifically stated that he was
not welcome, even though they had been together for over five
years. Now she looked around her and humphed disapprovingly.

'I wonder whose paying for this little
shindig?'

'Chris, probably. He always gets stumped for
this kind of gathering. It's another reason I'm glad I'm not still
in corporate finance.' Rob wondered when Lex was going to leave. If
he saw him again he was not sure how to react.

As was the custom, Geri and Rob were the last
to arrive. Everyone was waiting for them, seated at a large round
table. Rob felt the weight of their stares as he walked the length
of the room to join them. On the way, he passed the table where he
and Lex had sat the night before, and he shuddered deliciously at
the memory of what he had been doing for half the night.

Sandy was watching him approach. She looked
wary. He gave her a curt nod.

'Good old Geri, living her late life,' Sara
said sarcastically.

'I didn't have to come.' Geri gave her an
arch look as she plumped down on the over-stuffed chairs. She
bounced up and down on it. 'Ooh, springy!'

'Don't you have a watch?' Mother said crisply
to Rob.

'I left it at home.' He pressed a kiss to her
powdered cheek, just for the satisfaction of feeling her recoiling
from him. That morning he had combed his hair in the style his
father had always worn just so that the resemblance between them
was even more marked. He took pleasure in seeing her shudder. It
was malicious, but no more so than her unwarranted rejection of
him.

Christopher and Silvy's two little girls sat
obediently, colouring in pictures and being looked after
exclusively by their mother. Rob liked Silvy. She was a pretty and
blonde in a wholesome country way, and seemed to put up with her
pompous husband with the patience of a nun. She was the primary
reason that Rob still spoke to his older brother. He must have
something about him to keep an angel like Silvy from flying
away.

Silvy smiled conspiratorially at Geri and Rob
and continued to be ignored by everyone else. It was rather fun
knowing there was an ally in the camp. Geri and Rob grinned back at
her like mischievous twelve-year-olds.

Wedding talk dominated the conversation. Rob
was painfully aware of the arrowing glances of his mother, ex-wife
and younger sister, aimed squarely at him as he tried to enjoy his
roast beef. He pointedly ignored all of them, drank far too much
wine and directed most of his conversation towards Geri and
Silvy.

At the point where Geri had decided not to
top up his glass any more, Sara called for everyone's
attention.

'There's a first dress fitting for the five
bridesmaids in two weeks time,' she said importantly. 'It will be
much easier if we all do it together. Here's an itinerary so you
know where to be and at what time.' She started handing round A4
sheets of paper. Silvy was whispering to Christopher, 'but the
twins are going to a party that day!' Christopher shrugged, as if
there was nothing to be done about it.

'Five bridesmaids!' Rob exclaimed. 'What do
you need five for? I would have thought two was plenty.' He
glowered at Sandy as he said it.

'It isn't up to you, is it?' Sara snapped at
him. 'All you have to do is turn up at the wedding and try not to
get drunk.'