Page 35 of The Mission

“I wasn’t timing you.”

Arlo whimpered. “That’s my funny line.”

Conrad brushed Arlo’s hair from his eyes. “Areyou okay?”

“You know I don’t like that word. I mean the wordokayif you were wondering.”

Conrad chuckled.

“I am…” Arlo hunted for the right word. “Astounded.”

“At?”

“How perfect we are. Do you want to fuck me?”

That wiped the smile off Conrad’s face, which was not Arlo’s intention.

“I’ve never said that to anyone before,” Arlo whispered. “Not that exactly. I should have used other words. Would you like to make sweet, passionate rumpy pumpy with me? Would you like to spear me with your…spear? See? My brain has gone into meltdown… Sadly for you, I have to keep talking. It’s a combination of embarrassment and need-to-tell-you-stuff. I’ve mostly bottomed but I do top, though not usually after I’ve emptied my balls in that spectacular fashion. I guess that means I’m vers though I’ve never had that conversation with anyone except myself. Something about me seems to shoutwant my arse?to entirely the wrong people. Not that I have since Herr Pratface and not that you’re a wrong person. I think you’re a very right person. Now I’m going to put my fist in my mouth to shut me up.”

Conrad took hold of Arlo’s hand. “I’m vers too but in my last relationship, I only bottomed. I made a bad decision when I let myself get love-bombed by a narcissist. Not that I realised what I was doing at the time.” Conrad kissed Arlo’s nose. “He is nothing like you. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.” He smiled and Arlo smiled back. “I feel so lucky. After a lifetime of not being lucky, this is like a miracle.”

“I would like you inside me,” Arlo whispered. “I bought stuff—it’s in the bedside drawer—or would you like it if I wrapped my mouth around you?” He looked down at Conrad’s cock.Wow.“Though I’d probably need to practise before I could tackle all of it without gagging, which is making me wonder how it’s going to fit in my backside.”

“We don’t—”

Arlo put his finger over Conrad’s lips. “I want to. Not that I’m trying to rush you but they are all going to come back at some point in the next 59 minutes. And I was hoping to do this more than once.”

Conrad smiled. He reached for the lube and a condom and after he’d brought Arlo to a writhing, soggy mess with his fingers, he knelt between his thighs. Arlo lifted his hips and as Conrad held him behind his knees, he let out a long moan.

“Are you in?” Arlo whispered.

“If you make me laugh, I’m not going to be able to do this.”

But the head of his cock found the entrance to Arlo’s body and he pushed. Arlo sucked in a breath. It…hurt but Conrad was gentle, putting his arms around him, embracing him, not pushing too much, just easing his way inside. Arlo shifted his hips, the angle changed, and Conrad slipped all the way in.Wow, wow, wow!Arlo arched his back and howled.

“Oh God, oh my God. Now you need to move. A lot. Please.”

Conrad’s first stroke brushed his prostate and Arlo writhed and bucked as Conrad continued to thrust into him. He could feel orgasm begin to blaze a path through his body, somehow racing from his feet to his balls, from his brain and down his spine. He cried out again as Conrad moved faster, then Arlo was convulsing with the joy of it, squeezing Conrad’s cock as his muscles locked around his length. He came with a loud cry and then Conrad did too, though not with a wail, more of a deep gasp, and they lay tight together, still joined in that most intimate of ways, and Arlo never wanted to move again. Ever.

He came back down to earth with Conrad stroking his skin, drawing patterns, his fingers dancing.

“Told you I was noisy,” Arlo whispered. “Sorry.”

“What? Don’t you dare apologise. But I need to buy all your family noise-cancelling headphones.”

Arlo roared with laughter.

They showered together in too small a space, but that was fine. The closer he was to Conrad, the better.

“I’m a bit worried your family are going to know exactly what we’ve been up to.” Conrad tugged him out of the shower and started to dry him.

“Don’t care.” Arlo sighed. “I’m on cloud nine.”

“Not ten?”

Arlo smiled into Conrad’s shoulder. “You know where the saying comes from?”

“No, I don’t think I’ve thought about it.”

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