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“All…I’m…fuck it.” I leaned in to kiss him, threading my fingers through the back of his hair and pulling him close without speaking any more. I didn’t have the words, but I did have this. The action. One movement to make him see what I was feeling.

Hywel pulled back from the kiss. Had I misjudged things completely? No, he was smiling. Fuck, this was why I never did emotions. This all felt so confusing.

“What?” I finally asked, Hywel still smiling at me.

“Just…fuck, it’s cold. Can we do this in the car?” There must’ve been something in my expression because Hywel rolled his eyes before continuing. “Talk! I meant to talk in the car.”

“Sure. Sure. Sure. Sounds good.” I led him back to the car, not letting go of his hand until we had to split to get in separate sides.

“Where to?” I asked.

“Home? Yours,” Hywel replied. I felt my ears heat beyond the cold and I turned on the engine to get the car warm. Hopefully with the heat it would be a little bit harder to see the blush that had been creeping up my cheeks and past the beard that was so good at keeping it locked away.

“Sorry. It’s just…I’ve only known you, well, known you again , for a very short time.”

“You’ve known me since I was six, we just had a lot of growing up to do,” I replied, cutting from open dirt track into a side country lane that would take us around the village rather than through it.

“Shh, I’m trying to say something. It’s just that… there’s something there. And I hope you feel it too because the last few days being stuck in the house with Prentis and Beca it feels like I’ve lost an arm.”

I swallowed, my stomach churning. He’d put into words exactly how I felt.

“And I know I’ve been a prick,” he said, “but if I’m here now for the foreseeable future...can we try something? I don’t know what, exactly, but…”

“You think you’ve been a prick?” I said, rounding the corner of the yard. “I got pissed and took your car apart into pieces? That was fucking unhinged of me.”

Hywel wolf whistled as the aforementioned car came into view. “Well it looks pretty fucking good to me.”

Ah. Yes. I’d forgotten about that.

As soon as I’d stopped the car Hywel jumped out. “Wow, I’m impressed.”

His face betrayed him, though. There wasn’t so much a smile as a grimace on his face.

“Inside?” he asked, gesturing toward the door at the side of the garage.

“Are you inviting me into my own flat?” I asked him.

“Maybe.” Hywel walked toward the door and took a key from his pocket.

“I don’t remember giving you a key!” I shouted after him and then ran to catch up.

“I don’t remember you cleaning out the back of the kitchen drawers. If you had, you might know that you had a spare. That and I’ve been letting myself in for weeks without you complaining.” said Hywel with a smile. I felt myself blush. Gotta lock this man down, for the cleanliness if nothing else.

As soon as I met him at the top of the stairs he clasped my face between two hands and drew me in for a long, slow kiss.

His hands were cold against my cheeks but I didn’t care, kissing him back.

I could feel my cock tenting at the front of my jeans but even that was secondary to the pure rush of feeling I was having.

Hywel belonged here with me. I wanted him to agree.

I wanted to ask him. But I was still scared.

So when his hands wandered down past my neck, stroking down my body before unbuckling my belt and undoing my fly, I let him. Because God I wanted that too. Cold hands on my cock made me hiss and Hywel smiled into the kiss, nipping against my bottom lip.

“Bedroom,” I said as I pulled back. So far we’d had sexual experiences on the sofa, in my car and in the shower.

Just once I wanted to do things properly.

I pushed him backwards towards the bedroom, expertly avoiding the kitchen counter and sofa as his lips didn’t leave mine.

As we got to the bedroom door Hywel pushed my trousers further down my thighs and I managed to shuck them off onto the floor.

I pushed him back onto the bed and made quick work of his trousers too, pulling them and his boxer-briefs out from under his arse and releasing his cock. I fell to my knees and licked a long stripe up from his balls to the head of his cock. I heard him moan as I licked and nipped at the head.

“Fuck, that’s good. More.” Hywel bucked up into my mouth but I kept a hand on his stomach to keep him from taking control.

I was taking my time with this. I carried on licking and kissing at the very top of his cock head, my spare hand trailing between his balls and his hole.

I moved back a second to wet my finger with my mouth, then used the slicked up finger to play with his hole a little as I continued to lick at his cock.

As I started to play with taking the thick shaft deeper and deeper I pushed more insistently with my finger at his entrance.

“Need more,” Hywel whimpered.

I moved my mouth off of him to reply. “Behind you, under the pillow.”

Hywel reached backward to grab the little bottle of lube from under the pillow.

“Condoms?” Hywel asked.

I groaned. “Used my last one when we fucked after the club.”

My cock was throbbing, and I was being denied a fuck because of my lack of preparedness.

“I’m safe,” said Hywel. “Got tested after the whole Brian scenario via mail order kits.”

“Me too…you sure?” My cock had perked back up, ready to fuck Hywel raw. But only if that was what he really wanted.

“It’s what I want.”

At his consent, I carried on sucking at his cock as I slicked up my cock, then my fingers and started to press at his hole.

He was whimpering and whispering unintelligibly at me but when I crooked my fingers upward to find his prostate those whispers turned to louder moans.

Out here, in the middle of nowhere, I was determined to make him scream.

Finally when I felt he was prepared enough, I stood up to position myself better, notching my cock at his hole.

I leaned down to kiss him again. Blonde hair fanned out from his face, flushed with pleasure and pupils dilated. “I want this…to be only me. Only me and you, I mean,” I said. Fucking trust me to finally figure out how to talk when I was about to be balls deep in him.

“I want that too.” Hywel’s hands came up to clasp behind my head as I slowly, oh so slowly, pushed myself in to the warmth and tightness.

I’d had complaints from bottoms about my length hurting them and much as I had a macho sense of pride about that, I always aimed to please.

And I felt that with Hywel more than anyone I’d ever met.

Hywel groaned into the kiss as I bottomed out.

“OK?” I asked.

“More than OK.” Hywel reached down between us to stroke his own cock and I watched greedily before pulling back and thrusting gently back in.

“Harder,” he moaned. He kept his other hand at the back of my head so that we were forehead to forehead.

I had my own arms braced just above his shoulders, supporting my weight as I thrust harder and faster.

My arms were almost black with tattoos and contrasted totally with his bare ones.

Sweat was beading up between our lips as I kissed him, and every now and then a thrust would hit at that perfect angle that would stop him in his tracks for just a second.

His mouth would still and open and he’d moan and I knew I was doing a good job.

I looked down at his hand as he stroked himself, pushing into the deep heat of his body like it was the last thing I’d do.

And then I heard as he groaned and watched as he came all over his stomach.

The sight of it pushed me closer to orgasm and in just a couple of thrusts I was done spending myself inside him with a guttural groan I didn’t even know I was capable of.

He was mine. I leaned down to kiss him once more.

My arms were hurting from bracing myself against the bed and I could smell the sex and sweat in the air.

“That…” I started, but couldn’t bring myself to finish. I just kissed him again. When the sensitivity of being inside him got too much I reluctantly pulled out. I held out my hand to him as I stood, and pulled him up to a standing position. “Shower?” I asked.

“Gladly.” Hywel took a step forward and winced, and I tried not to look too smug about it. As we stepped from the bedroom to the living room something caught Hywel’s eye at the foot of the bed. “What’s that?” he leaned down.

I hoped beyond all belief that he wasn’t referring to the box of shame that I kept under the bed. Now was not the time to start playing around with toys.

Instead, when Hywel straightened up, he had Calvin’s business card that had fallen from my pocket. “Oh, fancy new client?”

And then it clicked into place. “I’m an idiot,” I said.

“We’ve established that many times, what does that have to do with anything?” Hywel grinned.

“Shut up. No, listen. You said you thought of the car as a millstone round your neck, right?”

Hywel hesitated. “It has kinda started to feel like that anyway.”

“So…” I explained to him the situation with Calvin and Marjorie, and I watched as his face morphed from confusion to something like joy. Maybe.

“So you took me home thinking I was destitute all the while knowing I had an asset that someone was willing to pay a hell of a lot of money for?” Hywel asked. There was a grin playing round the corners of his mouth, but I knew it was still a kind of serious topic.

“Well when you put it like that…” I scratched at my bear nervously. “Though I can’t believe you, as an experienced and clever investor, drove all the way here in a two-hundred thousand pound car just to try and make fifty grand off the sale of some buildings.”

“Guess I’d never thought of it like that before,” Hywel said. “Perhaps I’m stupid.”

“Educated fool,” I joked. “Though with that kind of money…would you…” I let the question hang in the air. Would you go back to London? Would you leave me?

Hywel understood. He wrapped both arms around me and held me close. It felt like the most intimate moment of my life, stood there naked with him. No sex, no kisses even. Just the warmth of his body. “I’m staying,” he said. “I need a fresh start.”