Page 70 of The Best of Times

Inside, a kitchenette lay at the back of the huge room. A door led off that, which Aron presumed to be the bathroom.

A large king-sized bed and wardrobes sat at one end and a corner-shaped sofa in the other. There was even room for a dining table as well as a small work area.

“What the fuck?”

“You reckon it’s me?” Paul asked.

“You?”

“Yeah. I’m going to rent it for a while. See if London suits me again.”

“When did you arrange all this?”

Paul shrugged. “I’ve got a mate in the letting business. He emailed me about this place. It’s perfect for what I want.”

The first thing that struck Aron was the silence. The hubbub of central London was kept at bay by triple-glazed windows.

“I love it,” Aron said. “I hope you’re taking it.”

“I reckon so. I wanted your opinion on it first.”

Aron ignored the frisson of excitement that the last statement elicited.

Paul cleared the floor space between them and took hold of Aron’s hips.

“Thing is,” he continued. “I thought it might be a good idea to test it out first.”

“Oh did you?”

Paul kissed him. “I certainly did. It doesn’t hurt to be totally sure.”

Aron leant into it. The minutes between kisses were becoming endless. He ran his fingers through Paul’s hair.

Then he sprang away. He walked over to the bed, pulling his jumper off. The problem with winter was there were far too many clothes.

Still he made short work of getting his clothes off. Paul had also been busy. He was just in his jeans as Aron crawled onto the bed fully naked.

“Comfy,” he said.

His cock already hard, Aron stretched out. Something not lost on Paul, who bit his bottom lip. Whilst maintaining eye contact, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. That left him in a pair of black briefs. Aron broke the gaze by taking in Paul’s bulge. His dick straining against the confines of the underwear.

The briefs were soon on the floor and he fell on top of Aron, who wrapped his legs around Paul’s waist. God he was so hot and feeling the weight of him only made Aron hornier. If that were possible.

They kissed and Paul’s hard-on rubbed against Aron’s hole.

“It’s my turn tonight,” Aron whispered in Paul’s ear. “No teasing. I need you inside me.”

Nodding, Paul leant over and produced the essential items from the pocket of his jeans. He fiddled with the packets. Usually Aron found this part of sex a mood killer, but watching the muscles in Paul’s body as he moved mesmerised Aron. Lazily, he played with his cock until Paul rolled a condom onto his own.

Squeezing a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers, Paul ran them over Aron’s hole, the cool liquid making him jump.

Then Paul slipped a finger inside him.

“Fuck me, please,” Aron pleaded. “I can’t wait much longer.”

He pulled his finger out and immediately replaced it with the fat head of his dick. Aron spread his legs wider, his hunger for Paul like a hurricane. Out of control and raging.

Paul gripped Aron’s ankles and slid all the way inside him. The exquisite burn seared through Aron’s body. He gasped for air as he revelled in the way Paul absolutely filled him.