with a remote control and parked the car.
The gates swung shut behind us, and he led me down the row of houses to his.
The light above the porch worked, indicating the security here was decent, and Andrew unlocked the door and disarmed the security system while I nodded approvingly at his house.
It wasn’t tidy or anything, but the couch looked comfortable underneath its covering of books and newspapers, and it didn’t smell of engineers, unlike my place.
I picked up a framed photo of a kid from a bookshelf and Andrew peered over my shoulder at it. I could feel him radiating affection.
“That’s Henry, my son,” he said. “He’s the reason I’m here.”
“How come?” I asked, studying the photo. The kid was kind of chubby and looked nothing like Andrew.
Andrew took the photo out of my hands and put it back on the shelf. “His mom got offered work here, and rather than make him choose who he wanted to live with, I followed them over from the States. I can work anywhere as a doctor, but she’s a classical violinist, and they don’t have a lot of career options.”
It struck me then what a generous man Andrew was.
“Food?” Andrew said, hefting the bags of takeaway, and I followed him into the kitchen. He found plates and forks while I opened the fridge, curious as to what I’d find.
Not food, at least not food that didn’t come in jars. There was beer, and bottles of wine. Jars of olives, packs of cheese, dried fruit. Not particularly healthy, but not disgusting either.
The freezer had a bottle of vodka in it, and nothing else, so I closed it and took out two beers. Andrew held out a plate piled with food to me. “We’ll need to sit on the couch, I’ve never bothered getting a dining table of any sort.”
He cleared the couch by pushing everything off it onto the floor, and we sat down. Andrew must have been starving because he cleared his plate. I wasn’t quite so hungry, having already eaten all that chicken in the car, but it was still excellent. A few hours earlier I’d been standing at the bar, considering the relative importance of food versus beer. Now, here I was, free beer and food.
Oh, yeah, and the sex.
I put the plate down on the coffee table and leaned across and kissed Andrew.
We wound up with me straddling him, his hands sliding up and down my back, mouths joined, moaning simultaneously. I hadn’t been with a man like Andrew for a long time. Between studying and… well… studying, I’d been taking what I could get in the way of sex. A quick hand job here, a bit of head there; I’d not really got into being with someone for a long time.
And, God, I was into this.
Andrew’s hands had found my nipple bars again, making me squirm and shudder. “Bedroom? That’s where the latex is.”
His bedroom was messy, but without the level of microbiological dismay that mine had. There was no underlying odour of mildew, fewer textbooks, and there was the world’s shiniest sound system on a bookshelf. Andrew might not drive a fancy, or even clean, car but the man was a sound equipment whore.
He turned the bedside light on and the main light off, and pressed buttons on the stereo. It wasn’t commercial pop that came out of the speakers hanging from the ceiling but slow rolling drums, a soft percussive track that I could see the erotic potential of.
His bed was large and comfortable and I sprawled across it and took the condom he offered me. He let me roll it on my cock, presumably because it took some finesse to get it safely over the beads, then began to suck me again.
Oh, fuck, but this was good. We’d both been in too much of a screaming hurry last time, but this time the drum beat was low and smooth and Andrew’s mouth was firm as it slid up and down my cock.
“Gloves?” I asked, and he lifted his head briefly.
“Top drawer, along with the lube,” he said, and I had to grin.
Either he had the same strict code of safe sex as I did… or really freaky stuff happened in this bedroom. Either option seemed good; I could do really freaky. There was nothing turned me on like a man who wanted to be taken to the very edge of what his body could bear.
I pulled a glove on and touched Andrew’s arse gently, just brushing my fingers over the skin, tickling and teasing, and his breathing suddenly became audible over the drums. Oh, yeah, he was into this.
The lube wasn’t hospital issue, it was one of the slippery high-tech brands, and drips marked the sheets when I squeezed it onto my fingers. I kept my touch light still, warming Andrew and the lube up, then slipped one finger into him.
It was only a little way in, up to the first knuckle, but he was groaning around my cock now, and I slid it all the rest of the way in. “You’re going to fucking love my cock in your arse,” I said.
Three seconds later, he was stretched out across the bed, jerking away at his own cock, two of my fingers all the way inside him, yelling his head off as I finger-fucked him hard. I deliberately wasn’t hitting his prostate, though I could tell by the way he was moving that he was instinctively trying to get in the right position for that. No, the first thing that touched him there was going to be the big bead on my piercing as I slid into him.
I slid my fingers out, and Andrew’s eyes opened. He was so fucking beautiful that I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing. Almost, but not completely.
It felt so good to touch myself when I smeared lube over my cock, good enough to distract me for a moment, then I was kneeling… leaning… pushing gently.
Fuck.
It took a mammoth effort of will to hold still with just the head of my cock inside Andrew, but I managed to wait for him to growl, “Fuck me, for fuck’s sake.”
One long, slow, practiced push slid me half a length in, just about right in my opinion, and he fucking went crazy, thrashing around on the bed, clawing at me, yelling and swearing. I pushed all the way in, pulled back out half way, hit the spot again, and he just erupted. God, I loved my piercing right at that moment.
Once I was sure of what I was doing, sure of him, I kept my thrusts shallow, just rocking the bead backward and forward. My arms ached, my back twinged, and Andrew was so tight and utterly fuckable.
He wasn’t going to last long, he didn’t stand a chance, and I loved this, loved making someone’s control crumble. He was jerking hard on his cock, I could feel his knuckles sliding across my belly, then he shouted and arched his back and I thrust in hard, and fucked him hard and fast as he came, taking myself over the edge, too.
Gasping, I collapsed down onto him, and the drums were keeping time with both of our hearts.
Chapter Ten
There was a quiet groan from Matthew when my alarm went off and I rolled over and switched it off.
“What time is it?” he asked sleepily.
“Five thirty. Want some coffee?”
“Why the fuck are you getting up this early?” Matthew asked. He rolled over and slid an arm around my hips, pulling me closer.
“Internal Medicine monthly divisional meeting at seven,” I said. “Gotta turn up, don’t have to be awake though.”
Matthew chuckled and I kissed the tip of his nose, and he wriggled away from me, rubbing at his face in disgust.
“Yuck.”
I left him and went to shower. Yuck was about right. It had been an intense night and I ached in a not particularly good way, and desperately needed a shower.
My ass was tender when I washed it; the soap stung and made me wince, but I hadn’t done any damage. I’d change the sheets tonight, too.
When I walked back into the bedroom, towel around my waist, in search of clean clothes, Matthew had fallen asleep again, so I left him in peace.
