Page 63 of The Best of Times

Aron stopped filling the latest bag.

“Magnificent?”

Paul nodded.

“Wow,” Aron said. “No one’s ever called me magnificent before.”

Paul shrugged. “It’s true.”

They both shut up as the Professor came back in.

“I’ll be off then. See you in the morning,”

“Bye, Prof.”

“Bye, Dad.”

He set off in pursuit of Granny. Paul still stared at the door long after the Professor had closed it.

“Are you expecting Rudolph to come through next?” Aron asked.

With a sigh, Paul resumed his work.

“No but Dad’s not getting any younger. It got me thinking…”

Aron shuddered. Paul’s thoughts generally meant anguish.

“What about?”

“Getting a London base,” he replied. “I can work from anywhere and my visa is running out in Australia. Why not come home? It would make life a lot simpler.”

Aron’s insides did a double somersault with a backflip thrown in for good measure. He immediately wanted to blurt out his news from the British Library. Something inside stopped him. This was Paul’s news. Plus, if he landed that on him, he’d probably renew his Australian visa as soon as possible.

“That sounds amazing,” Aron said.

Is this a sign though?

Was the universe conspiring to get them both back to London? Aron shook those ideas from his mind. He didn’t believe in all that fate mumbo jumbo anyway.

He filled the last bag and threw it to Paul.

“Tie that bitch up,” he said, stretching. “Then how about we get naked?”

A nude Paul crawled up the bed toward him. Aron sighed as their skin made contact, Paul’s cock nestled against his. The kiss that followed was intense. It was as if they had an even deeper passion. That the Nickleby had been only a prelude to the fire that had raged inside Aron ever since setting eyes on Paul again.

Aron wrapped his arms around Paul’s lithe frame, exploring every part within reach. He ran his hands down so they rested at the top of Paul’s arse.

God he needed him. Paul sat up, straddling Aron’s groin. His cock pressed against Paul’s hole.

Taking in the sight of Paul looking down at him, Aron ran his fingers all over Paul’s torso.

“What have you been thinking about since the hotel?” Paul whispered.

“Being inside you,” Aron replied.

Paul slowly rubbed the tip of Aron’s cock against his hole once more. Teasing him as to what lay beyond reach.

Drawing him in for a deeper kiss, Aron slapped Paul’s ass cheek. “Ride me.”