Page 5 of His Dirty Obsession
By the time I got to the kitchen, he already had the bottle open, searching in the cupboard for the champagne glasses.
“Sit. I’ll bring this over. We can chat over lunch, andthenI’ll tell you my news.” He deposited the bottle and glasses on the table before placing the bag and a couple of plates in front of us. He unpacked our lunch; roast beef on sourdough bread with rich pepper jack cheese and salad, much better than the turkey salad on rye I had planned.
I was pretty sure I knew what his news was. It could only be his promotion.
“Now, tell Dick what you’ve been doing this past month. It’s been a while.”
I emptied my mouth and took a swig from my glass, the bubbles fizzing up my nose.
“This and that. Work mostly.”
“You really should go out more, Ben. We could hit some clubs, get our groove on.”
I shook my head. Clubs were not my scene, neither was dancing. Cursed with two left feet, clubbing would never happen, and he knew it.
We continued to eat in silence, neither of us knowing what to say. Since when were we so awkward with each other? I watched as he ate and sipped at his drink, noticing how elegant he was, how he held his glass just so, and I realised we’d never be anything more than fuck buddies. I didn’t live in his world, and he’d never be happy with my secluded lifestyle. We were incompatible outside of the bedroom. It would never work.
I’d never expected it to, though. He was just… How did he put it? Someone to scratch my itch when I couldn’t reach it.
He wiped his mouth on the napkin before placing it on the plate in front of him and loosening his tie.
Damn, why did he have to look so good?
“So, I got the promotion I wanted.” Was it my imagination, or did he not seem happy about it?
“That’s amazing news, Richard. I know you’ve worked hard for it.”
“I know I have.” He sat back in his chair and stretched his long legs under the table. He looked relaxed, but there was an underlying tension in his body.
“What’s wrong then?”
“If I take it, I’ll need to move out of London. The position is in the branch over in Bath. The other fucking side of the country.”
“And you don’t want to move.” It was more a statement than a question. I knew he wouldn’t want to leave London. He’d grown up here, lived here all of his twenty-nine years, so to up and move now was a big thing.
“No, I don’t want to fucking move.” He stood abruptly and strode over to the window, removing his jacket and throwing it onto the small chair.
“The thing is, I’ve known about the move for a while now. I just didn’t want to tell you. And it’s why I wanted to see you today.” He toed off his shoes and undid his belt before unbuttoning his shirt.
“What the fuck are you doing, Dick?”
“I want one last hurrah before I move. One last time with you, and then I’ll be out of your hair.” He shrugged out of his shirt, revealing his toned body. He worked out probably as much as Xavier did, but his definition was more pronounced, his skin a dark bronze.
I didn’t know what to say, but I also wasn’t stopping him undress in my kitchen. This room saw more action than I did lately.
“Just this once, Ben. For old time’s sake and if that doesn’t work, do it for me.” By now, he’d stripped completely and stood naked, his cock standing to attention. It had always been impressive, and my mouth watered.
It wouldn’t hurt, would it? No one would know, and if he was moving away tomorrow… Well, it would be between us.
I stood too and undressed swiftly. First my T-shirt, then my jeans, and finally my briefs. We were similar in height. I had a couple of inches on him—in more ways than one. I stepped towards him, the tips of our dicks touching, a string of precum joining them.
He moved closer, and he grasped us both, circling our hard cocks in his soft hand. This guy had never seen a day of manual work in his life, but I wasn’t complaining. He always knew how much pressure to use to bring me close. I stepped away from him, not wanting to come so soon.
“Will you kiss me?” he asked. I shook my head. That had never been part of the deal, but it was the last time, wasn’t it? I relented and nodded instead and held the back of his head, bringing him in for a kiss. It was a little awkward, neither of us knowing which way to go, but finally, our lips aligned. It was soft to begin with, but it deepened as the seconds wore on. Our breathing became laboured.
I pulled back, looking at his face. His eyes were glassy, filled with tears. I wasn’t sure what was going on, nor was I sure this was the right thing to do, but when he gripped his hard dick and the end touched mine, all reason flew out of the window.
“Yes.” I could hardly breathe, and when he moved his hand to my dick, my legs went weak.
