Page 12 of Now Comes the Dark

In the morning, Roman was gently wakened by a firm hand caressing his abdomen from behind. He lay on his side in the luxurious bed with his back pressed against Mallon’s chest. Mallon’s warm lips brushed his neck. Roman moaned to let his lover know he was awake. Without further promoting, Mallon’s hand moved lower to grasp Roman’s cock. He squeezed the hard shaft before moving to the tip and rubbing his thumb over the folds of foreskin, which were already wet with pre-cum.

Roman sighed and rolled onto his back. It was all the encouragement the older man needed. He moved between Roman’s legs and lifted his hips until they were in his lap. When Mallon’s cock bounced against his arse, Roman adjusted position, finding the head with his hole and pushing downwards. Mallon slipped in effortlessly, and they were joined again. It was a steady morning fuck. Roman ground his hips upon Mallon, watching his face for signs of orgasm. When Mallon’s brow furrowed and his lips tightened, Roman gripped his owncock. All it took was a gentle touch, and he timed it perfectly, splattering his belly with cum while Mallon filled his insides.

They collapsed side by side afterwards, smiling as they caught their breaths. Roman squeezed his arse, loving the used, wet feel of his usually tight hole. He reached between his thighs to touch it, loving how warm it was and slightly sore. Some of Mallon’s cum leaked onto his fingers as he touched it.

“I’m glad I found you,” Mallon said, gazing at the ceiling, one arm flung behind his head. “You must be the best bottom in Blyham.”

Roman laughed. “I think a lot of men would lay claim to that crown and be highly offended to know you said otherwise.” He rolled onto his side and propped himself on an elbow, to better look at him. “We’re a good fit. I think that’s what made it work so well.”

He ran his hand across Mallon’s chest and stomach. Like Roman, he had manscaped his body hair to a light coating. He even had a neat pubic bush—a rare find in an era of fully shaven groins. Roman let his hand drift lower, grazing his fingertips across Mallon’s softening cock. The fine skin was still sticky from his arse. Mallon was circumcised. Roman hadn’t encountered many men who were cut, but Mallon’s was neater and better done than the others he had seen. He traced his finger around the head. Mallon jerked involuntarily.

“Sorry,” Roman said, drawing away.

“It’s sensitive, that’s all.” Mallon’s eyes were closed, his face still turned to the ceiling.

Roman squinted at his watch in the dull light. It was nearly eleven. Later than he’d thought, but then again, when had they fallen asleep? It must have been close to five, if not later. After fucking him on the sofa, they had finished their drinks before coming into the bedroom, where Mallon’s had eaten his arse all over again before fucking him face down.

No wonder my hole is leaking. He’s left three loads in there.

“Will you be here for long?” he asked. “In Blyham, I mean.”

“Not this time. I’m leaving tomorrow.” He rolled over to look at his watch on the bedside. “We need to move. I have work to do.” He leapt out of bed and bounded to the window, pulling open the curtains, giving Roman a nice view of his chunky arse.

Roman hid his disappointment at the news. He’d have liked the chance to test his theory about Mallon’s rimming skills by burying his face in there and seeing how much he liked it. “Do you mind if I use your shower before I leave?”

“Go ahead. You know where it is. I’ll order breakfast. Coffee? Croissants?”

“Tea, please…if that’s okay.”

Mallon didn’t even look at him as he strode naked into the living room and picked up the phone.

Oh, well. At least I got to spend the night. Mallon wasn’t one of those guys who couldn’t wait to run once they’d shot their load.

The shower was filled with expensive bottles of shampoo and body wash. Roman took his time beneath the powerful jets, washing his hair and cleaning the cum from his stomach and butt crack. It was only then that he noticed the pain in his abdomen and lower back and as he looked closer, he saw the flesh was already blooming into dark blue and purple bruises. He had been so turned by sex with Mallon that he’d completely forgotten about the attack.Jesus. Those bastards had hit him hard to cause such damage. Adrenaline must have dulled the worst of the pain.

He dried off carefully and helped himself to Mallon’s deodorant—another expensive-smelling brand he did not recognise.

Mallon was sitting on the sofa in a white robe when Roman came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Hesearched the room for his clothes, which had been discarded in a passionate rush. He found his shoes first then his T-shirt.

“Are you going to the police?” Mallon asked, staring at the bruises on Roman’s torso.

“There’s no point. You dealt with the problem.”

“Until they do it again. You heard what they said. They’ll be back, and the next man might not be so lucky. You should report it, at least.”

“It won’t make any difference. People have been attacked and beaten up much worse than this in the last year. Five men are dead. How many police did you see on the streets last night? None, right? Because there aren’t any. They have done sweet-fuck-all to protect the community, despite everything that’s happened. We don’t matter. We’re just a bunch of queers. They won’t do a thing to look for the men who attacked me. Nothing.”

Mallon’s brow furrowed. “Then you need to learn to fight. Boxing. Judo. Take up some kind of self-defence so you can retaliate next time.”

“I don’t think there will be a next time. From now on, I won’t be so stupid as to walk around alone at night.”

Mallon’s mouth turned down. “You will. You’ll forget your fear in a week, maybe two, and you’ll find yourself in the same situation, wandering around, putting your life at risk to find another dick.”

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After their quick breakfast, Mallon made it clear that it was time for Roman to go.

He had managed to discover that Mallon lived in Lyon, France, but not the nature of his business in Blyham.

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