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Half an hour later he could hear them in Ashley’s room. At least Ashley had the sense to take him in there and not let the bastard longue around the flat like he owned the place. That would come soon enough if Ashley didn’t grow a brain cell. Roman tried to watch TV but couldn’t concentrate. All he could think about was the monster in the next room.

When his phone pinged a text alert, he snatched it, grateful for any distraction.

It was Mallon.

Hey, just got in. You busy? Want to come over?

He perked up. He hadn’t expected to hear from him so soon. When they’d seen each other at the weekend, Mallon had warned him he had a heavy week coming up and wouldn’t have much free time.

Before he could reply, the phone sounded another alert. It was a multimedia attachment. When the image of Mallon’s beautiful hard cock filled his screen, Roman stiffened in instant arousal.

He keyed in a hasty response.

On my way.

Fuck Ashley and Patrick. Though he was furious to be driven from his own home, there was no one better than Mallon for him to run to.

Chapter Twelve

A Treat for Mallon

Mallon opened the door in just a pair of dark trousers and a white shirt, open to the chest. He was barefoot and looked hotter than the Sahara. He grabbed Roman by his jacket and hauled him inside, going straight for a deep, opened-mouthed kiss. Roman wrapped his arms around his strong back and responded, pushing his body against Mallon.

They parted breathlessly.

“Nice welcome,” Roman said.

Mallon closed and locked the door.

Roman put down his overnight bag and had just removed his jacket when Mallon grabbed him from behind and ground his hard cock against his butt. He slid his hands beneath Roman’s sweater, caressing his bare abdomen. He nuzzled his earlobe with his mouth.

“I’m hungry,” Mallon said, “for you.”

Roman raised his arms as Mallon pulled the sweater over his head. He wore a white T-shirt underneath, which came off, too. Mallon hugged him tight, his hands going straight toRoman’s chest. His nipples were already hard from the sub-zero temperature outside. Mallon murmured appreciatively, squeezing and stretching the tips between his thumbs and fingers. He pressed his moist lips against Roman’s neck, and when he shivered, it had nothing to do with the cold.

All Roman’s anxieties about work, about Ashley and Patrick, were forgotten as Mallon became the only important thing in his world.

“I’ve got something to show you,” Roman said, arching backwards as Mallon gently nipped his shoulder with his teeth.

Mallon hands slipped all over his torso, exploring his chest, belly, his flank. Stroking, caressing. “What is it?”

“Something I think you’ll like.”

“Don’t tease. Show me.”

“Take a seat.”

Mallon kissed his neck again, before picking up his drink and carrying it to the longue area. He sat on the sofa. The bulge of his cock was obvious in his dark trousers.

Roman took his time, unfastening his boots and removing his thick socks. He wore another lighter pair underneath. He rose slowly, taking his time, drawing it out. Mallon’s eyes followed every move he made, seemingly entranced. Roman savoured the power. He knew exactly what Mallon wanted, what buttons to press to turn him on. He unbuckled his belt, then the top button of his jeans. The second, then the third. He heard the quickening of Mallon’s breath. He took a slow sip of red wine, keeping his eyes fixed on Roman.

Roman unbuttoned his jeans all the way and turned around. He paused, drawing it out before making the reveal. His own pulse was racing. He knew the impact this would have on his lover and what would follow. He pushed his jeans over his arse, exposing what was underneath.

He had bought the underpants two years before when he’d been in an especially horny mood and had only worn them once since—a pair of tight-fitting black trunks with a huge panel missing from the back that exposed his arse entirely. He’d seen loads of guys wear similar outfits while they cruised the arches at The Viaduct, but Roman had never felt that comfortable wearing them. When he’d tried them on at home, they had seemed kind of silly. But now, with an appreciative audience, he felt hot and empowered. He let his jeans rest at midthigh, and ran both hands over his buttocks, thrilling to the touch of bare, exposed skin.

Mallon released a deep groan. “Take the jeans off.”

Roman shucked them to his ankles and hauled them off, standing before Mallon in just his socks and backless pants, exposing his juicy arse. “Do you like them?”

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