Chapter 3

'You'll be sleeping with me, John, if that's ok?' He said, knowing that it wasn't a question, yet wanting some kind of want and approval from John. He took a big gasp and nodded towards Jim, unable to speak as he looked around the huge gorgeous bedroom.

'Dinner and sleep'? Jim asked John, wondering what to do next. He nodded in response and so Jim picked up the nearest phone and ordered Chinese. Jim began rapidly texting, looking annoyed about what or who it was about.

Johns stomach rumbled loudly as he realised he hadn't eaten in almost 3 days. Giggling, he avoided looking at Jim, hoping he hadn't noticed him blush at the slightest thing.

'You're so cute, John' he whispered into his ear, as he pulled his head in for a kiss.

John lingered, sensing the lust, and began to look at Jim with a yearn in his eyes. 'Take me Jim, I need you'.

He couldn't believe he'd just said that, but it was the truth, and there was no going back now.

Jim growled as he pushed John into the bed, excited that the time for this had happened so quickly. Clothes were torn off, only stopping to remove Jims 'bloody expensive' Westwood suit carefully and place it on the chair next to the bed.

John took a gulp and began to explain to Jim what his fantasies were. 'I want to top and bottom, I like getting tied up, being dominated. I like handcuffs and a bit of pain. I'll try everything once if not more' he paused to lick at Jim's hairless chest. 'But I like it sweet too, if that's ok, like love making as well as just rough sex'. John went to grab Jim through his pants, but Jim grabbed his wrist, twisting it to stop him moving. 'Don't touch me there unless I've given you permission okay? I'm serious'. John blushed profusely. Not knowing what to do next. 'S-sorry, sorry' he mumbled, as he felt himself become limp.

Jim grabbed his head with both hands, turning to make him look into his eyes. 'I'm not angry okay John? I, well I have my reasons.'

He kept looking into John's eyes as he slid down his body, licking at every scar, every crevice which had its own story. Jim grabbed John's now fully hard erection and stared at it hungrily, surprised by the length and girth of it. 'Jesus John, you're so fucking hot' he grumbled as he took John in his mouth, licking the pre-come and sweat from it. As Jim began to deep throat his dick, he gasped, beginning to see stars. 'Jim, oh my god Jim' John panted as his breath began to shorten. Using John's voice as incentive, Jim took the final part of John, nestling his nose in his pubic hair, and as he looked into his eyes, he began to feel something he hadn't felt before. 'Fuck, this can't be happening' Jim thought as he finished John off, coming onto Jim's chest.

Jim got up, and looking distant he whispered 'going to clean up, be back soon'.