Chapter 20: Goodbye, Closet; Hello, True Love
Simon:
I offer to drive us to the gig in county Suffolk… it's the least I can do, seeing as I seem to have spooked Agatha away with my not-interested-in-her gayness.
We're headed to a tavern called The Smokehouse in Ipswitch. It says in Agatha's notes that this is a very small venue, with only room for 80. I probably won't be able to save a table for Baz but at least I can make sure he gets in as an informal "part of the band".
"Do you even know how to drive, Simon?"
"Of course I do, Dev, you prat."
"Well you've never had a car."
"No, but I had lessons, same as everyone else, right?"
"When you were seventeen. Have you driven since then?"
"Christ, Dev, you guys have been bitching about me taking a turn driving for a week now."
"That's true, Dev," Harvey pipes in.
Dev sighs. "But we never actually thought he was going to drive. We were just taking the piss out of him, remember."
"Guys," I say, decisively. "Sit back and enjoy the ride."
So with that we set out. And it doesn't go badly, either… I take it slow and they don't prod me to speed. We have plenty of time. After awhile they start to relax, and I do too. Fuck Aggie. We can do this without her. I turn the radio on and pretty soon we're singing along. Harvey sits in the front with me and Dev acts as the resident backseat driver. It's fun.
"So what'd you do to scare Aggie away?" Dev asks.
"Well, she kind of offered herself to me in her motel room. And I wasn't interested. That freaked her out."
"Does she know about Baz?"
"She does now."
"Oof; that's brutal, Simon. Not the kind of conversation you want to have with a lady who likes you."
"No. There's no good way to tell someone you're never going to be interested."
Then, later, there's more backseat badgering from Dev. Apparently he's been thinking about the logistics of our relationship.
"So are you a bottom or a top?"
(Silence).
"Please tell me you didn't just ask him that, Dev," Harvey responds.
(10 more seconds of silence).
"Both," I say. "We're both."
We all break into some relieved laughter, at that.
The miles go by… we're in the country, now. "Are we stopping to eat somewhere? I have to piss, too."
"I'll take the next exit."
We pull off the motorway and find a little mom and pop joint that sells fish and chips. I tell the guys I'm buying.
"What's the occasion?" Harvey asks, good-humoredly.
"Guess I'm kind of appreciating you guys right now. Grateful you're being so cool about Baz coming."
"Just promise he's not going to be the Yoko Ono of our band," Dev says.
"He IS pretty artistic and hot-looking," Harvey adds.
I ignore them and go on. "I mean, we don't really know what kind of effect this is going to have on our tour, right? I mean, will the fans hate it if we deviate from the boy band script?"
"Just get that out of the way and introduce Baz to the crowd. We'll take it as we go from there, but I really don't expect a bad reaction. Look at all the big name queer musicians over the years… Freddy Mercury. David Bowie. Elton John. These guys had great careers and fans love their authenticity."
"But I'm not flashy like that. I don't like that kind of attention."
"Come out in your own way, Simon. You don't have to start acting like a type. Be your own damn self." Harvey's looking at me seriously, but he's eating a chip and there's ketchup on the side of his mouth. He's like my very own ketchup-faced guru.
"See. That's why I'm paying for lunch. I couldn't ask for a better couple of blokes to play music with."
Baz:
I make my travel plans in a hurry. I decide it'll be faster if I just drive myself there; I talk to Penny about minding the shop while I'm gone. "No problem, Baz," she says, with a hug — wishing me luck. She knows I'm off to meet Simon. She knows he's ready to claim me as his own, now.
She approves.
On the drive over, I can't stop thinking about that… not Penny's approval, but how Simon's finally ready to acknowledge this relationship of ours in public. And not only that, he wants to marry me. He loves me, I love him, and we believe in each other. It's all so good I find myself wondering when the wrench that's going to disrupt our plans will get thrown in. How can it be that every mile, every minute I drive is bringing me closer to Simon and his arms? That's just too good to be true. Surely there will be a car crash or a misunderstanding or something that will disturb the perfect bliss I'm driving toward.
Here's to that old Grimm-Pitch optimism, right?
I chuckle to myself. I imagine Simon listening to my thoughts right now. He would definitely laugh and tease them all away. I think about the time he said, "Do I look like the kind of guy who isn't going to get a happy ending?" and I know it's true. In order for him to get his happy ending, I need it, too. If I drop the ball on my own happiness, I let Simon down.
This is really going to happen for us. It's happening.
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Simon:
We find The Smokehouse in Ipswitch. Agatha's notes say there's an alley we can use to park and unload equipment in the back. We find the alley and park in the back of an old brick building, by the dumpster. Once inside, a bloke named Ian helps us figure out where to go and who to talk to. The ceilings are low and the whole place is dark and gritty, but there's a good creative vibe to it and the people seem nice enough.
We start setting up.
I don't forget to let security know that someone from our group will join us late, possibly after the gig's already started, and that they are to let him in even if the place is packed. "He's with us. His name is Baz."
"Right, I'll let the other guys know."
"Thanks."
The place we're staying at is a boarding house in an old brick tenement building, just a few blocks from the pub. Since it's so nearby we have plenty time to unload our luggage there, relax, and change before heading back to The Smokehouse.
It always feels good to stretch out after a long morning folded into the van. I walk around a bit before plopping myself down on the modest-sized double bed I'll share with Baz tonight. I can't wait to see him at the show. I can't wait to get him back to this room and have him all to myself once the show's done.
I let myself start thinking about him. We've been apart only a week and a half, but that's too long to not be able to look up into his gray eyes, hear his chest rumble with laughter as I lay my head against it, or smell the cedar and bergamot in his hair. It'll be epic to have him back in my arms tonight. I hope the guys understand if I pass on darts again and whisk Baz away after the show. Because that's exactly what I'm going to do.
They won't mind. I can only hope Dev doesn't bust an eyeball winking at us as we make our exit.
Harvey:
We're set up and ready to go, but Simon keeps scanning the room. Baz isn't here yet, and Simon must expect him to pop through the door any second. He's obviously pretty excited for that. I hope Baz doesn't let him down.
Simon looks great tonight. If Dev and I each have 25% of the band's looks, Simon has the other 50%. But isn't that how it kind of goes with lead singers? They channel the charisma of a group… they set the tone and are the one fans spend most of their time looking at. Helps if they are pretty.
I've certainly spent a lot of time in my life looking at Snow. As a matter of fact, a few years ago he was my favorite thing to look at. But now we're all grown up (I am, anyway) and things are different. I have other things to look at. My wife and beautiful kids, for one. And the telly. And my bank account. No more time for beautiful blue-eyed boys… unless they want to play music with me.
There's a part of my heart that aches a little at Simon's happiness. Is it because I regret giving him up? Or is it that I'm jealous that he gets that form of "happily ever after" I declined for myself? I don't know. And I can't be bothered with looking into any one of those questions too closely.
The lights go down. We're introduced, and Simon struts across the (very small) stage, smiling and waving. He takes the mic and gives the audience that long sideways glance and smile they're starting to love. He's met with a healthy amount of applause; we've built a small local following already on this tour (that's what I'm calling the ten or so fans I recognize from other concerts), and the record company's been doing their part to promote us online.
He starts talking to the crowd in his low, husky voice.
"Hello, Ipswitch." He introduces us, talks about the drive over, makes a joke about the low ceilings. Before long he's counting and nodding his head, watching Dev, and I'm hitting the opening chords for "Roxanne." We'll do mostly cover songs tonight.
We're about three songs in when there's movement in the crowd. A security guard has led Baz up to the front, and he's planted himself just off to the side of Simon, stage left. I wait for Simon to notice… it doesn't take long. I feel the jolt in the air as their eyes meet and Simon sees "his" Baz.
Baz just got out of the car after a six hour drive, but he looks like he should be up here with us, the posh git. His layered dark hair is perfect and contrasts in a striking way with the color of the lilac-colored button-up he's wearing. He's got black jeans on and maybe boots… he's taller than I remember. To his credit, Simon doesn't trip over any of his lines when he sees Baz. But he's definitely charged by his presence. It feels like he's singing to that side of the room, now.
Simon goes on to perform maybe his best set ever. It's like "Baz is here, so now I come to life". His smile to the crowd is so genuine, his eyes so kind and happy, everyone smiles back. He walks up and down the stage… he hits all the right notes. He has a confidence and a comfort in his own skin I know he didn't always have.
The light catches his curls in just the right way to make him look golden. The crowd is riveted and eating it all up. The thumping beat of bass guitar, drums, and Simon's energy.
After the very last song, after the applause dies down, Simon stays standing by the mic. "I want to introduce you to someone very special," he says. "Baz, will you come up here?"
Baz kind of blushes and grimaces, but he goes up. He meets Simon on stage and turns to face the audience. There are some whistles and catcalls from the more spirited segments of the crowd. "This," Simon says, taking a breath, "is my boyfriend Baz." He takes Baz's hand and pulls him closer. He kisses him full on the lips for about five seconds.
The crowd… goes wild. Not only do they seem not to mind that they just saw two blokes kissing… they seem to approve.
Simon and Baz are looking at each other and grinning, now. As the crowd continues to cheer and applaud, and Simon and Baz remain standing side by side, we all come to the realization that this "big reveal" is definitely not going to be the end of the band.
Simon:
I want to steal Baz away after the show, so I can have him all to myself, but there's no time. People keep coming up and buying us drinks, congratulating me on the good set… asking where the band's headed next. Before long we all get roped into a game of darts. By the time Baz and I steal off down the street to my bedroom, it's almost 2 a.m.
We're holding hands… every now and then Baz does that thing where he pulls me into an alley to kiss, and it's just like the first time. Finally we get to the boarding house and I locate the room key in my jacket pocket. Once the door clicks softly behind us and we're alone for the first time in 1 ½ weeks, it's all I can do not to pounce on Baz. Instead, though, I reach for his hands and pull them up to my lips, before saying, "You're here."
Baz looks down into my eyes. "You told everyone about me. You called me yours and kissed me in front of the world."
"In front of the one pub in Ipswich, anyway." But I move closer and whisper, "Why wouldn't I, Baz? I'm so proud of you. I'm so in love with you. I'm going to introduce you throughout Britain, if you let me."
"That might cut into your time with groupies."
"I sure as hell hope so."
We come together in a kiss… a real kiss, not a public one. I shudder at how good it feels to connect with him this way, again. "Baz," I say, another whisper. A plea from my heart, really.
"Simon," he answers in a murmur, moving his hands up to my face and gently framing it. He pulls away, just enough to look at me. "Darling Simon," he says, moving on to kiss me along the different curves and edges of my face. He's never been more tender or loverly. I place my hands on his sides, just above his hips, and gently guide him over to the bed.
Baz:
This is all very romantic, but it's my first night on the tour with Simon. It would be easy and sweet to let things continue like this, all lovely and respectful. But perhaps after the great relief of coming out of the closet tonight we should do something bolder and take it in "another direction", for awhile.
Simon:
Baz is giving me a look that I don't quite understand.
It catches me by surprise when he pushes me down onto the bed but stays standing. I prop myself up on elbows to look at him.
"Baz-?"
He doesn't really address the question in my voice. Instead, he looks down at me and says, breathlessly, "I can't believe I'm in a motel room with the Simon Salisbury."
"What?" I ask dumbstruck.
"I love your music, Simon. Maybe you could... sign an autograph?" Baz continues, and it sounds so ridiculous to hear him say something like that… but also kind of hot. (I think we had a conversation about this before I left-? Is that where he's going with this, I wonder?)
Before I get to say a word, he adds, "Do you mind signing on bare skin?" Baz is almost purring when he says "bare". Yeah, he's going there. Baz is playing a groupie tonight.
Fucking hell. This is so hot.
"I could…" I answer, flustered. I've never done anything like this — role play or talk to a groupie.
"I'll make it worth your while. You know I've never been with a celebrity before?"
"Oh…" is all I can say. I've never had Baz be this flirty and playful before. I try to imagine that I don't know Baz… I've just met him. And here he is in my room— this hot guy. Getting dirty with me… trying to take away my control.
I'm not going to lie — it's exciting. At the same time, though, I have no idea how to reply because I've never done this. What should I say? Does Baz have this all planned out? How is he so calm?
Baz:
I started something here, but I'm not entirely sure how to finish it. I feel as though I could faint from the pressure I put on myself by starting this game. I don't particularly have a plan, other than "blow job." Can that be considered a plan?
"I'm very good with my mouth," I say, as if I'm trying to talk him into it. I have a straight face and give Simon my best bedroom eyes.
"Oh…" Simon says, again. He likes this, I can tell. He isn't usually this quiet and at a loss for words. I'm leaving him speechless... perfect. This gives me the confidence to continue...
"Would you like me to show you what my mouth is capable of doing?" I ask and bite my lower lip.
Simon:
"Okay…" I squeak.
Fuck… Baz is so hot. How is he so smooth right now?
Fuck. Should I be taking off my jeans?
Just as I reach to undo my belt, Baz swats my hand away.
"Don't you dare hurt your rock god hands with all these unnecessary movements. Let me do all the work…". Fuck, he's purring again in that last part. I'm already half hard and he hasn't even touched me yet.
Baz looks at me steadily while unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly.
Fuck.
Baz:
I do my best not to let my hands tremble as I free his cock. Simon is getting hard in my hand. He's biting his lower lip and looking like he's both frightened of me and delighted with me. He wasn't expecting a groupie experience tonight.
I hum and purr as I lower his pants. I lick my lips. Simon's face is flushed now… his head's pushed back and it looks like he's torn between just giving up and giving himself over to me with closed eyes, or staring at everything I do and memorizing the scene for later.
"Oh… what a big and hard cock… Just the way I like it…"
I can't help but wonder if I'm overdoing it? Will Simon start to laugh at any time now?
Simon:
Oh bloody fucking Christ!
I have no idea if this is what happens with groupies, but I'm pretty sure that is what happens in porn movies with a "groupie" plot.
How did I get such a hot boyfriend? And how did I get him to agree to be with me, only me, forever?
I really need to start pulling my weight in this fantasy. So far I've pretty much acted like a stunned fifteen year old.
"What else do you like?" I ask, and this time I don't stumble over my words.
Baz gives me a quick look.
Baz:
Oh, Simon likes it. Good. I was starting to worry this was a bad idea. Like maybe I offended him.
I take a breath and keep going.
"Oh there's so much to do with a good cock, isn't there? And this famous cock… well. It's the best I've seen. I want to suck it deep and for a very long time."
"Yeah?" Simon's voice sounds hoarse. Good; it means he's extremely aroused.
I'm kneeling in front of him as he sits on the edge of the bed. I start teasing his cock a bit and then let it spring free as I move around his inner thighs with my hands.
"Oh yes. I want to take you all the way — deepthroat you."
"Is that right?" He whispers.
"Mmhmm," I reply. "But we can't stop there. I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock." I say, and almost choke on those words alone.
He's speechless. "Unless you don't want that, Mr. Salisbury?" I add.
"Uh, no... I mean, yes—" he all but stammers.
I look Simon right in the eye.
"Tell me what you want."
Simon swallows long and loud. "I want to fuck your pretty mouth," Simon says and goes completely red after.
I don't think Simon has it in him to continue for much longer. And honestly, neither do I. It's been very hard to hold my face and not start chuckling like a schoolboy at this whole ordeal. We need to be done soon.
I lean in and take Simon in my mouth, all at once. I know he likes when I do that. I usually don't, it's not the most comfortable way to start up a blow job. I prefer to work up to it a bit first and not shock my throat just right out of the blue. But today I'm adventurous and hungry for him.
"Fuck, Baz," Simon takes hold of my hair and growls. Now I know this was the right decision.
I suck Simon for a few more moments — going deep every time — to get used to the new pressure in my throat and let go of him. Time to wrap this role-play up.
"Now fuck my mouth!"
Simon looks at me dumbstruck.
Simon:
Is this part of the role-play? Or is he being serious?
I thought Baz was just engaging me in dirty talk. I didn't think we were actually going to do that.
"Baz-" I say.
"Yes Mr. Salisbury?" he answers, licking his lips. He fucking licks them.
"Come on. I'm being serious now. You don't actually mean this, right?"
"I do, Simon. I want to," he tells me.
"Are you sure about it? Really sure?"
"Yes, love. I want to try. We can try and see how it goes." Baz looks dead serious, he means what he says.
"Really?"
"Yes, unless you don't want to?"
"I want to," I answer, probably a little too fast and eagerly… because apparently I'm depraved.
"Alright then," Baz gives me a cocky smirk. He's too cool for me.
"How do we... do it?"
"Stand up, let me help you, love."
As soon as I'm up, Baz returns to his knees in front of me and looks up.
"Ready, love?"
"I should probably ask you that question."
"I'm ready," he says and envelopes my cock with his luscious lips.
Fucking hell! He did it again. My throat is flexible from singing so I can do things faster than Baz. He usually takes his time with the blowjob. I don't mind him going slow but I really really like it when he takes me whole right away.
I start out slow. I don't want to hurt him and eventually work up a bit of a speed. I think it's good I'm this nervous because otherwise I would have come right on the spot. This is just insanely hot.
It almost feels as though I'm stargazing while looking at Baz's beautiful eyes and I forget everything around except for the two of us.
He's looking up at me and he's so sexy like this on his knees with his luxurious lips around my hard cock.
Baz is taking all of me in and letting me slide my cock in and out his mouth, letting me set the pace. (I'm trying not to do any sudden movements.)
This is probably the hottest experience of my life. But I can't really let myself go because there's no way I'm going to hurt Baz. I couldn't say no to a bit of this but I refuse to actually pound into his mouth. I love that face too much.
"Baz, love," I call for him, pulling out reluctantly.
"Simon?" he asks me, obviously confused.
"Come up here," I say and help him up, so he's beside me. And then add, "I want you, now."
"I thought you were having me," he chuckles.
"Let's find something else to do with your pretty mouth," I say and kiss him so he knows exactly what I mean by that.
I almost fall down since I'm still wearing my jeans and by now they are almost hanging from my arse. (I didn't want to accidentally bump my belt buckle into Baz's face so I lowered them down a bit.)
There's no finesse to our undressing; we get naked as fast as humanly possible and then Baz leaves to get his bag (for lube, I guess).
However, when he comes back he has both the lube and our "sex cushion".
I try to cock an eyebrow at him like he usually does. Not sure if it worked but at least I got my point across.
"I like to be prepared," he smirks at me.
Of course, I shouldn't even be surprised.
I get on top of Baz as soon as he settles in and kiss him — his face and his neck. I keep at it for a little longer, especially around those spots I know he enjoys the most.
Baz gave me the best kind of present today, both by coming here on such short notice and surprising me with that role-play. It was embarrassing but also so fucking hot (Baz was the "hot" part and I was the "embarrassing" part).
And then he let me fuck his mouth and that was just… wow. It was so hot but also terrifying. I really don't want to hurt my fiancè.
That's why even though right now all I want is to prepare Baz so I can make love to him as soon as possible, I take my time to make him feel as good as I can, first. I want to do every little thing he likes.
I swirl my tongue around his ear and bite it softly. I'm not much of an ear guy but I know how much he likes to hear my breath close in his ear. I trail kisses across his cheek and jaw till I reach the other side and do the same to his other ear. I feel Baz shiver with pleasure. He presses our cheeks together and inhales.
We're sinking into each other. Hot as the blow job was, our flesh pressed together up and down the length of our bodies is the tactile pleasure I wanted, after being apart so long.
I want every little intimacy. I move my attention lower, to his nipples. I kiss them, lick them and bite them very carefully. I bit a little too hard once, and he let me know right away. Things like that happen as you discover each other. Luckily Baz is patient and we encourage each other to try new things.
As I'm licking and tasting him, I get a great idea— or I hope so, at least. Because you know what goes good with salty? Sweet.
There's a can of sprayable whipped cream in the fridge. It's actually Dev's. I ended up with it in my grocery bag after shopping earlier today. I don't think Dev will mind if I "borrow" it.
"One moment, darling, " I tell Baz and get up from him.
"Everything alright, love?"
"Yes. Just need to grab something real quick," I don't say what; I want it to be a surprise. Hopefully a good one.
Baz chuckles when he sees me coming back with whipped cream. He always asks for extra in his latte so I know for a fact he likes the taste.
"Don't worry, darling. It's the real kind, not one of those artificial things you're always worried about," I reassure him before he comments on that. Dev is also one of "those" eco obsessed weirdos. For me personally — food is food, I don't care how it's made. But Baz cares a lot and I try to accommodate him as much as I can. He does the same for me. That's a good foundation to build a marriage on. (We're lucky to have each other.)
Baz just chuckles, "Thank you, love."
I get back on top of him and suddenly am not entirely sure where I'm going with this.
As if Baz can read my mind (sometimes I think he knows me too well, better than I know myself), he raises himself up and takes the can from me.
"Open your mouth," he tells me and I oblige even though I have no idea where this is going exactly.
Baz sprays the whipped cream into my mouth and then starts licking it from there. Oh, fucking hell! How is he so hot? What is he even doing with a dolt like me?
I kiss him when he's done licking all the cream up. (Baz is very thorough so it took him a while and it was so hot.)
There is something I want to try and I hope Baz will enjoy it.
"Lie down darling, I'm not done with you yet," I try to sound seductive. Hope it's working.
Baz smiles at me, "Someone is very adventurous today."
"Can't let you be all the brains in this endeavour, can I now?" This time I manage a flirty smirk. Baz raises that sexy brow at me, just the way only he knows how…
As soon as Baz is settled back down, I spray the whipped cream on his nipples and start licking them, making sure to look at him while doing that.
Baz is looking very intently at me and is biting his lip— that's how I know he likes it. I keep going and start smearing the whip cream with my tongue across his stomach and then lick it up.
"Oh…" I hear him moan.
I know Baz has a very sensitive stomach, he enjoys me licking it and I do — I lick it for a very long time, adding more cream as I go. The cold from the cream is making him shiver and I let my tongue warm his skin back up… I feel him getting extremely hard.
Honestly, that makes a pretty nice meal, licking food off his stomach. I could see myself eating more stuff off Baz. Why haven't we tried that before?
"Time for the main dish," I tell him with my best bedroom eyes (I don't actually have any, he only humours me), spraying the cream all over his cock.
"Simon-" Baz exclaims and I start to worry it's too cold.
"Too much?" I ask self-consciously.
He gives me a look that is impossible to explain but it simultaneously does things to me and my cock, "Not enough."
"Fuck…" I spray some more and start devouring his beautiful cock.
As soon as I lick everything up and swirl my tongue a few times around his tip (and make him gasp "Yes") I take Baz whole and show how grateful for him I am.
"Oh… Simon…"
I just keep sucking slow and deep, the way he likes it and feel him buckle and twitch.
I make sure to pay a lot of attention to his tip with both my lips and my tongue while still sucking. That's what makes Baz completely randy and drives him practically insane with pleasure.
What can I say — I have an extremely flexible mouth.
And then while I'm already at it I spread his legs. (I'm assuming that since Baz had the foresight to bring our "sex cushion" along, he also had already taken a thorough shower.)
I spray some whip cream on his rim.
Baz:
What is he up to?
"Simon?" I lift myself up and ask, because I think I know where this is going but I still need to ask.
That's when I feel him licking whipped cream from my rim.
"Oh…" This is probably the hottest thing we've done today, including the role-play.
He looks up at me, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare," I breathe out because I really need him to keep going.
Simon gives me his trademark grin, the one that only I get — it's part cocky, part shy- just like Simon himself.
"Do you maybe- Um-" he stammers.
"Tell me, love."
"Do you want to turn around?"
"Sure," I say and turn onto my stomach. "Anything else?"
"Could you get on your knees, if you- if you want to," he says, and he's nervous.
The truth is, sometimes that's nice. Not because I want Simon to be nervous around me, but because I'm glad he doesn't simply expect everything to be served on a silver platter to him. And he never does that, he appreciates every single thing. It means a lot. I feel the same about him. I know that he only buys health food for my benefit, and that at times he does things in bed that are mostly for my benefit, too. First and foremost he wants me to feel good. I see every little sweet thing he does for me, and it all means the world to me.
I get on my knees and prop myself up on my elbows, for now. It all depends what Simon has in mind exactly, I might not be able to balance on my elbows for too long.
I feel the coolness of the whole cream as Simon sprays it all over my behind and then starts licking and kissing everywhere. The warmth of his body balances the coolness and makes me shiver in pleasure.
As the time goes, Simon starts getting closer to my rim and finally sprays it with the cold cream and takes a long powerful lick.
"Yes…" it feels good, really good. He keeps spraying the cream and licking and letting his tongue go a bit deeper every time and I'm so hard now I'm not even sure what to do with myself anymore.
"Keep going… love…" I beg him and he does.
The deeper Simon gets the better everything feels. He's probing my arse and is driving me insane with his amazing tongue.
"You taste so good, love," he says. "Delicious…"
I almost squeal at that and then Simon's tongue is back inside me and I can't stop moaning, because it's so bloody good.
"Oh…yes..."
It's getting to the point where I need more, where I can't think about anything else than his cock in me…
"I need you, love. Now!" I'm being impatient and I really couldn't care less. I don't think Simon will disagree.
He places a few kisses all around me.
"I'll be back in a moment, don't move, darling." Simon says and leaves. At first I'm not sure exactly what is happening, but I do stay in place. I think I might like this position a lot.
Everything falls into place when I feel a warm washcloth against me.
"Thank you, love."
"I brought a towel too, darling," he says and places one under me. I adjust so it's placed where it's needed. This time he was the one with foresight. In my defense I didn't know how things were going to go...
Simon keeps kissing me after he cleans me up and licks and probes me with his tongue a bit more. It's just as good but I do need more.
However, I didn't need to tell him that. I hear the lid on the lube and a few moments later Simon starts to carefully open me up with his finger. By the time it's fully in I'm wiggling and gasping.
"More…"
"Someone's inpatient," Simon chuckles and kisses me next to his finger and then starts to lick me while he fingers me. And that is so good.
"Yes… Just like that…"
When the second finger is in, he starts to crook them and I'm starting to lose any semblance of self-control. I push myself back into him, wanting to feel it more, wanting him to go deeper.
I know Simon takes this much time for my benefit even though he doesn't have to. That's why I'm doing my best not to rush him but it's getting more difficult by the moment.
As soon as he's done with the third finger I rock on it so hard, Simon must take the hint.
"Please…" There seems to be a lot of begging going on and that somehow makes the whole experience hotter. In real life I don't beg. But I like doing it here in the bedroom with Simon.
"Take me please…"
Simon takes out his finger and places a few more kisses on my behind and all around my rim. (I bought the edible lube again after that fiasco of a night we had.)
I hear Simon lubing in his cock and I'm almost shaking with anticipation. It's been one and a half weeks, I need him inside me…
I need to feel his wonderful cock.
He starts off very slow, probing me with his hard cock. Eventually he takes hold of my hips and starts moving carefully inside me. And it's already so good.
"You feel so good…" I moan.
"You're the one that feels good, love," Simon says with shuddered breathing while getting up a bit of a speed.
By the time Simon is fully inside I might have ended up in heaven. He's filling me up and makes my whole body tremble with pleasure.
"Yes… Oh yes…" Simon is an amazing lover. Never selfish, always giving, and his cock is incredible.
"Simon…"
"You're so tight, love." Oh… that's new… Simon rarely talks during sex and definitely not dirty.
Have I created a monster with my earlier role-play?
"Tell me... more…" I gasp. I want Simon to talk dirty to me today. After everything that happened in the last one and a half weeks I need and want everything. I need reassurance, and tonight that reassurance can be some unexpected and deliciously naughty dirty talk.
"You have… the prettiest and… tightest arse…" Simon makes sure to pound extra hard during his little speech and it's a sensory overload right here and now.
"Oh… Simon…"
I start thrusting back into him, mirroring and matching his thrusts. By the time I reach my prostate orgasm I'm ready to explode.
"I'm close…" I tell him and before I get to do anything, he sprawls over me and while still pounding, reaches for my cock.
"Oh yes… yes yes yes…" I'm practically screaming as Simon gets me off while still thrusting just as hard…
I feel Simon shudder against me and inside me just as I spill over the towel. I collapse onto the bed and Simon follows suit, lying on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.
Simon:
I kiss Baz on the back of his neck, it makes him shiver again. I like making him shiver from pleasure.
"I love you, Baz," I say and kiss him up to his ear.
"Oh, Simon. I love you too, " I can't see his face but I can hear the smile in his voice.
"I missed you. It was too long," I say even though I know it has only been one and a half weeks. But it felt like eternity without him.
"It was agony. I missed you too, so very much."
Baz tries to turn and after we fumble around for a bit — we're lying face to face. I kiss his beautiful face and lips and enjoy his warmth against me. I'm finally happy. I finally feel home, despite us lying on a bed in a motel room.
We clean up eventually and take a long shower. It feels nice to shower together again.
When we get up, Baz goes for his bag and produces two pillows, a blanket, and a set of sheets.
"Darling," I say, and I can't quite hide my chuckle. "You do realize they have all that here?"
Baz raises his perfect brow to the highest position. (It's his extra serious "you're a moron, Simon" expression.)
"Do you remember what we just did, love?"
I feel like this must be a trick question but I answer nonetheless.
"How can I forget, this was quite the reunion."
Baz actually blushes at that. (Well, it seems I wasn't the only one affected after all.)
Then he gives me a look and then glances towards the bed.
"Well, we used a towel, " I say.
"And how many people do you think use towels or bring their own pillows for sex? Do you really want to sleep on the motel pillow, love?"
Oh… I've never thought about that.
"You're going to ruin all my vacation memories."
"Forget about the past and only think about the future," Baz says with a smile, shaking our pillows from home at me.
"Sounds like a plan," I answer and reach for him, taking all the bedding from his arms and dropping it onto the bed. I kiss him then, deeply and with all the love I can muster, because that's exactly what I plan on doing- concentrate on the future. Except, the future I'm thinking about isn't vacations or the pillows we'll pack — it's about Baz in my arms and us spending a lifetime together. That's the kind of future worth thinking about. That's a dream I never knew could become a reality. And it has — we're together and we're going to get married.
We're happy.
"You're everything a bloke can dream of," I whisper against his lips. "I love you, darling."
"So are you, Simon. I love you." There's that smile again. I kiss it and Baz for as long as I can.
