Looking for London

"We're really doing this?" Patrick asked, taking a deep breath and glancing over at Kevin.

"Yes we fucking are." Kevin said with a grin, as he walked across the tarmac holding Patrick's hand. "10 whole days of you. Utterly naked."

"Oh! Well!" Patrick raised an eyebrow and grinned. "You will let me see some of London though right? … I mean … I need some pictures to show my Mom?"

Kevin glanced at Patrick, and seductively looked him up and down, a wicked smirk crossing his face. "Who says we need to leave the hotel room to take pictures?"

"Not those kind of pictures! Jesus! My Mom likes you, but she does not need to see that much!" A look of horror crossed Patrick's face.

"I'm sure Dana Banana would appreciate a good cock when she sees one … I mean … Dana Banana… How do you think she got the nickname?! You don't think it's purely because it rhymed?!" Kevin grinned and laughed as they walked up the steps to the plane, before handing over their boarding passes to the air hostess.

"Oh god… No … That's my Mom! Jesus." Patrick muttered to himself, glaring at Kevin who was now laughing at Patrick's horror. "Well … it's going to be your fault now if we don't have sex all holiday. Christ. You can't bring up your cock and my Mom in the same sentence. I'm never going to be able to look at either of them the same way again." Patrick sighed dramatically and sat in his seat, as Kevin stowed their bags in the overhead compartment, before sprawling into the seat next to Patrick. His knee casually rested against Patricks, and his arm flung across his shoulder.

He glanced around the busy airplane, taking in the noise of passengers loading and moving up and down the aisles. Leaning in close to Patrick, so his breath tickled Patrick's ear, and he could not be overheard, he whispered "Really … you could never look at my cock again? All holiday? You don't want my cock then? My cock that's hard for you… just for you." Kevin paused, watching Patrick shift in his seat and gulp, nervously looking at the passengers that stood just feet away. "You mean, you don't want my thick, hot, pulsing cock, in your mouth. Quivering at your every touch? You don't want me to screw you, slowly, or hard, with my cock pounding in to you until it's too much to take and you come everywhere?..." Kevin spoke slowly, watching Patrick's breath, monitoring his reaction. "You wouldn't relish the opportunity of joining the mile high club, and taking my cock, right there in that toilet, knowing that everyone on this plane would be sat just feet away? My cock … doesn't turn you on just a little bit." Kevin grinned at the flustered Patrick who was nervously crossing his legs, and pulled away. Speaking loudly now, in his normal voice. "Fair enough …. I mean … it'll be a quiet holiday but never mind. 'Spose I should just get some sleep this flight then." Kevin threw his head back and pretended to fake snore; ruined only by the huge grin that was splitting his face open.

"Urgh. You are the absolute worst. Remind me why I'm going on holiday with you again?" Patrick said, shaking his head in mock disgust, as he pulled his hoody on to his lap before he gathered any attention from the air hostess that was making her way down the aisle to check seat belts.

"Because you fucking love my cock." Kevin said, loudly enough that the woman in the seat in front turned around and tutted, causing both Kevin and Patrick to dissolve into giggles.

"Hey. We're here." Patrick said softly, waking up Kevin who had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

"Mmmmh, urgh." Kevin shook his head, trying to wake up, before realising the taxi had pulled up outside their hotel. After a 10 hour flight, it had taken Patrick and Kevin another 2 hours to get out of the airport, before they could board a shuttle bus to get them in to central London. From there, they had grabbed a taxi to negotiate them through London's busy traffic. It was 2am San Francisco time, 10am London time, so both Kevin and Patrick were wiped out. Their bodies confused by the bright weather outside, and people bustling into offices and their morning routine. Quickly, Kevin paid the taxi driver, his instinct taking over with the British pound … money that seemed unfamiliar after so long away, before the boys piled out of the taxi. A valet came rushing out of the hotel to assist with removing the luggage from the taxi, as Patrick stopped to take in the hotel that stood in front of him. Kevin had refused to tell Patrick which hotel they were staying in, insisting it remained a surprise, an act that his Mom had infuriatingly joined in on. Patrick glanced up at the tall concrete building in front of him. He knew they were central London, and the building was tall and imposing, but Patrick struggled to see what was quite so important about this surprise. He glanced at Kevin's grinning face, and smiled … clearly Kevin was pleased with himself, and it didn't really matter where they stayed, as far as Patrick was concerned, so long as they were together. As Patrick walked up the steps towards the tall hotel, his eyes suddenly took in the neon sign above the door. One that would glow at night, but by day was lost in the imposing concrete.

"You've …. We're …. You …. We're at…" Patrick stopped dead, trying to compose his thoughts.

"One of London's 5* hotels? Why yes. It would appear we might be." Kevin grinned and dragged Patrick up the steps with boyish enthusiasm, his energy returning at the excitement.

"But … I mean… Wow." Patrick struggled to verbalise this thoughts as he walked through the door that was opened by a bellman for him, and followed Kevin into the large modern reception area.

"Hi there, we're here to check in. The name's Matheson." Kevin said to the pretty blonde receptionist who greeted them. Kevin wrapped his arm around Patrick's shoulders and kissed him on the forehead. "Good surprise?" he asked softly, a moment of doubt crossing his face.

"Oh my god. Yes!" Patrick said, and grinned, before giving Kevin a quick kiss on the lips. The receptionist smiled at the two love struck men.

"This was a surprise trip to London?" she questioned politely having overheard the exchange.

"Yes." Kevin answered. "I refused to tell him where we were staying, or anything I have planned for the next 10 days." He grinned.

"It's my first time in London." Patrick added. Suddenly becoming aware of how different his American accent sounded against the pronounced British accent. "And I'm super excited." Patrick turned in to Kevin. "It's so weird. I feel like I'll get to know so much more about your childhood, and you, by being here."

"Oh Christ. You'll find out all my inner secrets. It's too late. You're stuck with me. No backing out now." Kevin laughed, and leant in to Patrick's shoulder.

The receptionist smiled at the loving exchange that was taking place in front of her, before she typed furiously on her keyboard, glancing between the computer screen and the romantic sight in front of her.

"Sorry Mr Matheson. Can I just check your booking … I think there is an error… We seem to have you down for a twin room? Is that … erm … I mean…I'm presuming that's an error?" the receptionist floundered, taking in the clearly intimate body language of the two men.

"Er … yes. That's wrong." Kevin said with a forced laugh. His shoulders tensed as he prepared to argue this out. There was no fucking way he and Patrick were having a twin room.

"Of course. Sorry. Let me just talk to my manager. If you'll excuse me a second Mr and Mr Matheson." The receptionist nodded at Kevin and Patrick, before walking away from the reception.

"Hey. It's fine." Patrick said reassuringly, his hand rubbing Kevin's arm as he tried to calm Kevin's tense body language. "Did you hear her … she thinks we're …"

"I did." Kevin grinned. "Kinda got a nice ring to it huh? Mr Patrick Matheson…" Kevin left the thought hanging in the air, before his body language changed. "They better fucking sort this out." Kevin said bristling.

"They will. I'm sure…. I mean … They have to. Right?" Patrick said with a moment of doubt, before the receptionist returned, with a squat man in a suit following fast behind her.

"Mr and Mr Matheson, my sincerest apologies. If you could just allow me a moment to check the computer system, we'll have this sorted in moments." The Manager gave a smile, before leaning over the receptionist and hurriedly typing away at the computer. "Uh huh. Yuh … Move that booking there. Yup. And we can move them into the Park Lane Suite. Perfect. Yup. Ok so then if we move them to floor 14. Yup. That leaves that room free for 10 days. Yup. That'll work." The manager spoke in a low voice to the receptionist, as they fiddled with the computer booking screen. "Sorry Sirs. Our apologies, there seemed to have been a miscommunication with your booking, but we're sorted now. If you could allow us to apologise for your inconvenience. To compensate, we'd like to upgrade the deluxe room you had booked, and we've made our Grosvenor available for all 10 days of your stay. You'll find it quite comfortable, with a large king size bed, and a spacious living area. You'll enjoy panoramic views of Hyde Park and Mayfair, as well as access to our executive lounge with complimentary wireless internet access, and unlimited tea and coffee. We'll also deliver a complimentary bottle of champagne this evening for you both to celebrate. Alex here will show you up to your suite, and you'll luggage will follow you up. Apologies once again for your delay, but we're so grateful you chose the Park Lane Hilton for your visit, and all of us here sincerely hope you enjoy your honeymoon." The manager smiled as he handed over two key cards to a bewildered Kevin. Patrick stood, gobsmacked, unable to process what he had just heard.

"Right. Yes. Thank you so much for sorting it. Not a problem. Come on darling, let's go." Kevin said quickly, pulling Patrick along with him, to follow the bellboy up to their suite.

"Oh … My … God…" Patrick said in disbelief, as he stood in the middle of the suite. To his left, a glass window spanned the length of the bedroom room. To his right a set of double doors that opened out into a living area; an area that was currently occupied by Kevin and the bellboy, organising luggage, and control settings for the TV and wifi. Patrick walked towards the window, trailing his fingers lightly across the cover of the bed as he walked by. Pausing, he stopped in front of the window to stare at the bustling city that expanded in front of him, hardly able to believe his eyes. Patrick felt giddy as the excitement took over. They were in London. Their first holiday together. 10 whole days. And London! Patrick's body tingled, his excitement turned to awareness as his body responded to Kevin's presence behind him. A pair of arms snaked their way around Patrick's check, and he felt Kevin's chin rest on his shoulder.

"Hi." Kevin whispered in to Patrick's ear, before giving him a light kiss just beside his ear. "Enjoying the view?"

"Oh god. It's …. It's amazing." Patrick was unable to think, torn between taking in the sight in front of him, and the feel of Kevin's erection that was now slowly grinding against Patrick's arse.

"Mmmmh. I can think of something else that is amazing." Kevin whispered seductively, gently kissing down Patrick's ear, planting a trail of kisses across his jaw, his chin nuzzling Patrick's shoulder. Patrick turned in to Kevin's embrace, his lips meeting Kevin's as his arms reached up to wrap around his neck. Patrick shuffled Kevin back, their lips never parting, as Patrick eased Kevin on to the bed until he was lying flat, Patrick pressed on top of him, one leg between his legs, his hands roaming over Kevin's body.

Kevin reached up; finding the bottom of Patrick's t-shirt and pulled it over his head, before flinging it on to the floor of the suite, his hands moved lazily across Patrick's body, taking in every contour, grappling to pull Patrick even closer to him. Their kisses deepened, with both men struggling to breathe as the passion overwhelmed them. Patrick broke away first, his body heaving as he paused to catch his breath. The need for oxygen conflicted with his desire to be as physically close to Kevin as humanly possible. Seizing the opportunity, Kevin flipped Patrick over, so he lay flat on the bed. Kevin sat up, straddling him, and pulled off his own shirt. His abs rippled as his arms stretched up. Their bodies moved in synch as their crotches ground together, desperately seeking friction, Patrick's hands ran over the top of Kevin's jean clad thighs, desperately clambering to touch any part of Kevin he could reach, as he licked his lips appreciatively at the naked torso sat on top of him.

"Like something you see?" Kevin said with a smirk.

"Eh … It's ok I suppose." Patrick said with a jokey shrug of his shoulder, the desire in his eyes gave away how far from the truth this was, as he pulled Kevin back down towards him, their bodies pressed together, as Patrick's mouth reached up to capture Kevin's. Still not breaking the kiss, Kevin reached down to undo Patrick's belt buckle with a metallic clunk, before popping his zip. One hand help up his body weight, his mouth never leaving Patrick's, Kevin used the other hand to slide Patrick's jeans and boxers off. Patrick lifted his hips, partly to help quicken the process, but involuntarily to seek further friction against Kevin's hand.

Casually, Kevin ran his hand across Patrick's penis, his deep kisses moved to pecks, as he released Patrick's lips and began trailing kisses Patrick's chin and his jaw line. His tongue lightly flicked the small gap in his collarbone that he knew made Patrick shudder. Kevin continued to smatter kisses across Patrick's chest, his body involuntarily arching off the bed in response, his head rolling back in anticipation as Kevin made his way further south down Patrick's body, before finally, he kissed the tip of Patrick's straining cock. Watching it twitch at his touch, admiring the pre-cum that glistened on the tip.

"Urgh. Fuck." Patrick gasped as Kevin took Patrick in his mouth. His mouth wrapped around Patrick's cock, whilst his tongue sucked and caressed. The room reverberated with the sounds of Patrick's heavy breathing, the wet suction of Kevin bobbing up and down on Patrick's cock, and Patrick's breathy moans as he begged for release. "Shit. Urgh…. Fuck. Yes. Right there…. Oh Jesus." Patrick's body twitched, and bucked, his hips moving to the rhythm of Kevin's mouth, desperately seeking the release he craved. In a torturous move, Kevin released Patrick's cock with a delicious pop, causing Patrick to moan at the loss of Kevin's mouth. Smirking, Kevin reached up to kiss the incoherent Patrick, taking in the sight of this man who was helpless and at his utter mercy.

"I want us to cum together." He whispered against Patrick's mouth, before sliding off the bed and walking over to one of the suitcases. Patrick shuffled up on the bed, propping himself up against the luxurious pillows, watching the sight of his boyfriend. His eyes hooded with desire and lust at Kevin, shirtless, still in his jeans on the other side of the room. Having extracted the condoms and lube from where they had been carefully stashed in the suitcase, Kevin threw them at the naked Patrick with a grin, his eyes deliberately raking over Patrick's naked body. Before he walked slowly, and deliberately back to the bed. With every step he released his belt, opening the buckle slowly, popping the top button of his jeans, before slowly siding the zip down, letting his jeans slide off his hips and drop to the floor. Carefully stepping out of them, his eyes never leaving Patricks, Kevin proceeded to slowly roll his boxers down over his hips. Their desire mirrored in the other eyes, their breathing jagged, as Patrick enjoyed the strip show Kevin was putting on before he reached the bed, and crawled up Patrick's body.

"Fuck me. Now." Kevin said, smirking, before biting Patrick's lip.

"I … It's … I want you." Patrick said, kissing Kevin full on the lips. "Please. You." Patrick's thoughts were jumbled and incoherent, his only thought was of Kevin, naked against him.

"You sure?" Kevin whispered into Patrick's lips. Patrick flicked his tongue in to Kevin's mouth in response, opening it up and exploring Kevin's mouth as Kevin popped open the tube of lube, and pushed Patrick's knee up, opening his hips.

Gently, Kevin slid in to Patrick, carefully allowing Patrick time to expand and adjust. Patrick's eyes rolled back and his body arched as he adjusted to Kevin filling him, before his hips bucked, encouraging Kevin to begin moving. Slowly, Kevin rolled his hips, overcome with the feeling of being inside Patrick, a gently rhythm forming as both men relished the sensation.

"Urgh. Fuck." Kevin grunted.

"Yes. Oh god."

"Jesus Christ."

Their breathy moans and groans took over, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated around the room as the boys picked up their rhythm. Their bodies instinctively reading each other like a perfect dance, completely in synch, as the pace increased.

"Fuuuuuck. Patrick. Shit. I'm not gonna last."

"Oh my god. Come. Please." Patrick wrapped his hand around his own penis, matching his pace to meet Kevin's climax

"Oh Shit. I'm so fucking close. Uuuuurgh." Kevin's face screwed up, as his body twitched and reared up, his cock pulsing as he released inside Patrick. "Oh shit. Ooooooh fuck." Kevin stilled, still inside Patrick, his breath quick and jagged, as Patrick bucked and twitched underneath him, riding the last waves of his own climax.

"Oh, my, god," a breathless Patrick moaned, as Kevin pulled out and collapsed on top of him.

"Fucking hell." Kevin remained incoherent as he lent in to Patrick's shoulder, taking in the moment.

Patrick gave a small chuckle, causing Kevin to turn and look up at him.

"What's funny?" Kevin questioned with a small grin.

"It's just …. I think… I think I'm going to really love London." Patrick said with a laugh.