Love Is... (3.5) (8 page)

I smile and make a mental note, we’re both used to being top, this will be interesting.

“Yeah, it was.” As I recall the details of the first time we made love I can’t help but get hard. I look down and Matthew follows my line of sight, smiling back up at me at the discovery before lowering down to take me in his mouth,

“Fuck,” I groan. Yes, this will be interesting.

Rafe

The two weeks that have followed day thirty have been insane. Matthew and I have hardly been able to keep our hands off each other, ripping our clothes off the second we’re behind closed doors, and it’s been amazing.

The morning after we made love for the first time, he totally seduced me. Nobody has ever made love to me so selflessly before and it blew me away.

I woke to a hand stroking across my hip and gently working my cock. I remember smiling and rolling towards him so that I was on my back.

“Good morning!” I said with a smile as he leant in to kiss me, all the time slowly stroking me into a state of euphoria.

“I want to take care of you Rafe,” He said against my lips as he broke away from our kiss leaving me breathless, “Turn over.”

I obliged of course, rolling onto my stomach and letting him take all the care that he wanted.

I gasped as I’d felt his tongue first, circling the part of me that hadn’t been touched in such a long time. It was wet and soft and felt so good as he applied just the right amount of pressure, before lapping at me, relaxing me with every stoke of his tongue.

I moaned when he teased me with his fingers and slid two inside me with ease, spreading the soft gel as he gently moved in and out.

I forgot my nerves at feeling someone inside me for the first time in years as I lifted up and pushed back onto his fingers, encouraging him to give me more.

I stroked my cock as I was waiting for him to put on the condom and smear himself with lube, and I didn’t stop as he pressed against and then into me. I remembered the burn, the stretching, but I’d forgotten how good it feels to get past that.

I called out into the pillow beneath me as Matthew gripped my hips and drove into me, agonisingly slowly, and then picked up his pace, reaching around to take over pumping my dick   as I grabbed at the sheets beneath me.

I collapsed as the intensity of what I was feeling took over, the weight of Matthew’s body on top of me sending me spiralling as I lost total control, moaning loudly as I came hard and fast. Shit, this is getting interesting already.

Matthew is pretty much always at my flat now unless he’s away with work and it just seems so pointless paying for that hotel. Part of me just wants to tell him to move in, but it’s too soon. We’ve arranged to view some apartments for him this afternoon, but we’re struggling to make it out of the flat.

“Rafe, stop! We need to go.” I look up at him before circling my tongue around the end of his cock and then sucking hard on the length. “Baby….fuck!”

He throws his head back against the back of the sofa and I know I’ve won.

We made it to the first viewing on time but I struggled to look at the flat. Matthew is wearing a new polo shirt that he bought a few days ago and some low hanging boyfriend style jeans and he looks amazing. I can’t believe that he’s mine.

“Rafael, you need to stop! What’s wrong with you today? You’re like a dog on heat!”  Matthew says, half smiling as we get into his car to head to the next flat. I laugh.

“The same thing that’s been wrong with me for the past two weeks. You! I can’t get enough. Sorry if I think my boyfriend’s sexy, that’s not a crime is it?” I smile and lean in towards him; he shakes his head and grins.

“If it is, then arrest me now.” Matthew kisses me before telling me to buckle up and heading to the next place.

“I don’t like it. It’s too, erm, clinical!”

It’s been a week since we went to view flats and Matthew still hasn’t found anything that he likes. None of them feel homely or warm to him and I have to agree. We’re lying in bed looking at details that the estate agent has sent over but we’re both totally uninspired.

“Oh fuck it,” Matthew throws the details on the floor and lies down turning into me so that we’re chest to chest. “Thank you, for looking with me. I know it’s boring.”

He kisses me,

“I don’t mind, you can’t keep throwing money away on that hotel though.”  I kiss him back.

“I know. I need to sort it out. Come here.”  Matthew squeezes my arse with his left hand, pulling me into him as he kisses me and I groan. “What’s wrong?”

“Baby, I’m sorry, I’m just so tired. I really don’t think I can.”

We’ve had sex at least once a day for the past three weeks, with blow jobs and sneaky wanks in between and I don’t think I could get it up tonight if I tried.

Matthew leans his head back and laughs,

“Oh thank god! Baby I’m knackered, I was just trying to keep up with you!”

“What? I was trying to keep up with you!”

I join in the laughter as we both realise that we’ve been scratching an itch that wasn’t there.

“Ok, promise time, we’ll always be honest and tell each other if we’re not in the mood, deal?” Matthew nudges my nose with his as he states his case,

“Deal, now kiss me!”

He obliged and it soon turned out that we were in the mood after all.

Matthew

“Baby it’s late; I need to go to bed.”

I yawn as I realise that midnight has crept up on us and I have to be up at five to get to the airport.

“Matthew, are you kidding me? You’ve been here less than an hour and you’re going to bed?”

Rafe has been particularly snappy over the last couple of days, I know that he’s tired too so I’ve been letting it slide, but it’s getting old. We’ve been together for three months now and it’s great, but I have a load of work and business opportunities coming in that I can’t and don’t want to pass up.

“It’s not my fault that my flight was delayed Rafe, I could have stayed in Dublin but came home to see you. I have to get up early to get back so yes, I need to go to bed.”

“For fucks sake Matthew, I hardly see you at all at the moment. You might as well have stayed away because there’s not a lot of point in you being here right now!”

“That’s great Rafe, thanks. I’ll fuck off home then. I appreciate that it’s pretty shit right now but I’m really busy and still trying to make the effort. You’re being an ungrateful prick lately Rafe!”

“Fuck you!” He spits out venomously.

I stand to leave and Rafe makes no attempt to get me to stay. I shake my head with a slight sarcastic smile, pick up my bag and head for the door, slamming it on my way out.

“Matthew, wait!”  I stop just as I reach the bottom of the stairs and turn to see Rafe standing shirtless at the top. Even when I’m angry with him he still stops my heart. “I’m sorry that I’ve been a twat, it’s just hard. I miss you at the minute.”

I take a breath and make my way back up the stairs.

“I know, I’m sorry too but it’s not always going to be like this. I just have a lot on right now.”  I take Rafe’s face in my hands and laugh “Worst first fight ever!”

He leans his head back and joins me, “I know. So lame!”

We head back into the flat and towards the bedroom.

“It’s shit for me too you know. If I’m honest, I don’t just come back here to see you, this is the only place that’s a real home to me right now. Living at one hotel and spending two or three nights a week at a different one is shit!”

I drop my bag to the floor and peel off my t-shirt as Rafe climbs into bed. He looks at me with an expression that I haven’t seen before. Like he’s determined, but terrified of something at the same time.

“Move in.”

“What?” My hands freeze at the waistband of my jogging bottoms and I anxiously wait for Rafe to say more.

“You need to find a place, I have room. You say this is like home anyway and I’d get to see you more. You can have your own room if you want, if you think it’s crazy to move properly in together so soon, but hotels should be reserved for working away and dirty weekends. Move in.”

I mull it over for about thirty seconds before breaking out into the biggest grin,

“Are you serious? Have you thought this through?” My heart is beating ten to the dozen at the prospect of sharing a home with Rafe. He laughs,

“No, not at all,” He crawls forwards and kneels at the end of the bed so that we’re eye to eye, “But I love you, and I’ve no doubt that you’re the person that I want to be with. So let’s do it!”

I take a deep breath and revel in the sight of the man in front of me,

“How can I say no? Yes, I’ll move in.”

Rafe smiles and takes my face into his hands, pulling me into a kiss and then down onto the bed. We lie side by side and I pull away from our kiss,

“There’s no chance that we’re having separate rooms!”

I gave Rafe my hotel key and credit card so that he could go straight to the hotel to get my things and pay the outstanding bill after dropping me at the airport. It may be crazy and far too soon but nothing has ever felt so right.

When I get back into London tomorrow I’ll be going home, to the flat that I share with my amazing boyfriend and I can’t wait.

Neither of us has ever lived with anyone other than our families, so I imagine it’ll be a steep learning curve but we’ll make it work. We’re already pretty serious anyway so this is just a natural progression.

We’ve promised to always be completely honest with each other about how we feel, even when we’re worried that it might upset the other one, and so far that’s going really well. We have a great sex life and my attraction to him isn’t waning at all, I know he feels the same about me.

We’re going up to Buxton at the weekend to see his parents. We haven’t had the chance yet for me to officially meet them as Rafe’s boyfriend instead of Michael’s brother, and I know it’s really important for him that we get on. I’m sure we will, I’m just not going to worry about it, one more night away and then I’ll be back with my man and nothing else matters.

“Hi, can I get you a drink?”

I’m brought out of my daydream by the pretty blonde that’s taken a seat next to me.

“Oh, I’m ok actually thanks, I’m just on my way to bed.” I smile politely and stand.

“Maybe I can join you then.” She smiles and reaches out, touching my arm. It’s not like this has never happened before. I stay in a lot of hotels and get propositioned by lonely men and women all the time but this time, it feels wrong.

“Oh, sweetheart I’m going to say no, for a lot of reasons. Firstly, you’re a beautiful young woman and too good to be propositioning men in hotel bars and secondly, I’m gay and head over heels in love with my boyfriend. So I’m sorry but I’m not interested.”

The girl looks at me and to my surprise bursts into tears.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”  I sit again and reach for a napkin to pass to her.

“No, you didn’t it’s me. I’m an idiot.” She dabs at her eyes and I signal to the barman for another round, “You’re gorgeous, but I don’t want to sleep with you. I just don’t know what to do. I just walked in on my fiancé and my best friend having sex and I wanted revenge.”

“Oh, well I get that. If he’s the kind of guy that cheats on you though, he doesn’t deserve the effort it takes to exact revenge. And your best friend, well she’s no friend at all. Have a drink with me.”

“My best friend is a he, but thanks. I thought you were going to bed.” She looks at me, fresh tears pooling in her lower lids and I smile pitifully,

“I’ve always got time for a damsel in distress.”

Patsy and I talked for a while about what she had walked in on, how long she’d been with her fiancé, what she did for a living and then, to my surprise, the conversation got interesting.

“The thing is you see, Cain is a professional footballer, he gets girls throwing themselves at him all the time but I trusted him.”

My ears prick up at the mention of his name. I don’t know many footballers named Cain, especially not ones that sleep with men.

“Cain?” I question, “Not Cain McGann?” It’s a reasonable question; she’s used to people knowing who he is.

“Yeah that’s him, you’ve heard of him then. He has a huge gay following, ever since there were rumours that he was gay years ago, I guess they must have been true.” She takes a sip of her drink at the realisation and I feel hot. I can’t believe I’m hearing this.

“Yeah I’ve heard of him, he’s not my type though.” I know it’s childish, but now that I know it was him, I wanted to help her get the revenge that she wanted, that I guess somewhere inside, I still wanted. “You know we don’t have to actually sleep together for him to think that we did.”

Patsy looks at me, confusion etched on her face. I take her hand and stand encouraging her to leave the bar with me.

“A picture tells a thousand words gorgeous, come on.”

I took Patsy up to my room, texting Rafe to tell him that I was going to pretend to have sex with a girl to get her fiancé back for cheating, he just replied ‘ok, have fun x’ and proceeded to go about his evening. I love him.

Patsy and I emptied the mini bar and laughed as we took photographs of us pretending to kiss, taking each other’s clothes off and rolling around on the bed half naked. We both giggled and blushed as we looked back over the photos, it looked real...it looked hot!