Page 8 of Soul of Discretion

“Is this going to take time?” Nick murmured breathlessly. “Because, ya know, I’m dying here. My cock is drilling a damn hole in the bedspread.”

Simon smiled wolfishly as he opened the lube. “Patience, Northernsalute. I’m about to give you a salute of my own.” He chuckled as Nick groaned, probably having heard that before.

“Like no one’s ever said that to me before. ‘I’m gonna salute you like you’ve never been saluted before, my middle finger is going to give you a fine salute’—oh God. Yes, like that.”

His litany of past lovers’ cheesy sayings was interrupted by Simon pressing a lubed finger deep inside him and leaning down to whisper in Nick’s ear, “Like that? How about this?”

He pushed another finger and Nick moaned, his arse pushing back to take it. Simon had never felt so damned turned on. Something about this man played havoc with his senses. It had to be the accent.

“Oh God,” Nick groaned as he squirmed beneath. “That’s it, that spot right there. Jesus, I’m going to come from that.”

“Not going to happen,” Simon growled as he withdrew his fingers and lined his cock up to take their place. “You come when I’m fucking you, not before. I want to feel you come around my dick.” He sank in and halted with a shuddering breath. “Christ, you feel good.”

“Keep going then.” Nick gave a strangled moan. “Come on, Mr Hot Shot Brit. Show this Mountie how it’s done.” His hands reached around behind him, seeking out Simon’s hips. “I’ll help you pound me if that’s what you need.”

Simon’s ears had picked up what Nick had said. Mountie? Was this an actual Mountie or was it Canadian speak for a guy who lived in the mountains? If it was the former, it turned him on even more. Men in uniform were a bit of a weakness for Simon.

He commenced ramming Nick harder, and Nick yelped as his hands found the sheets again and clutched them tightly.

“I don’t need any help, thank you very much.” Simon’s words were punctuated by shallow grunts as he gave Nick his all. “All I want is to feel my cum inside you, even if it’s in a bit of latex. Jesus, you have no idea what you do to me.”

All he heard was a muffled “Arggh,” from his bed partner, who was pushing back and clearly enjoying every minute.

Nick’s body spasmed and Simon reached out to grip his hips, loving the feel of the man’s orgasm at it ripped through him. There was something primal about seeing a man in the throes of it, body shaking and trembling and the smell of semen permeating the air in his final release.

Before much longer, Simon was groaning with the force of his own climax, the tell-tale prickling of skin and the blessed release in his balls that heralded one amazing liberation from sexual tension. He remained buried balls deep in Nick as the twitches lessened and then, satisfied, he withdrew and rolled onto the bed beside the other man, who still lay face down, pillow half draped over the back of his head.

Fuck. I’m holding on to this one while I’m here and “I don’t do repeats” be damned. This stay only.

“Now that was a thundering success,” Simon murmured as he removed the condom, tied it, and threw it into the trash bucket a couple of feet away. “You still alive there, Northernsalute?”

There was a muffled “Yeah” from beneath the pillow.

Simon chuckled and ran a hand over Nick’s sweating flank. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were a bit toppy. Some of those moves you pulled with your hips should be illegal.”

Nick gave a weary laugh as he removed his head from the pillow and rolled over to look at Simon. The man’s face was flushed, eyes sleepy, and the smile on his face was something Simon could have watched all night.

Wait, what? What the fuck? All night? Where did that come from?

Discomfort grew in Simon’s belly like the slow opening of a bloom. This wasn’t right. He needed to nip whatever was happening with him in the bud, right now.

He got out of bed and waved a hand at Nick. “So, I guess this is clean-up time and you can get on your way?”

Nick stared at him, and Simon swore he saw disappointment in his eyes.

“Uh, sure, I can leave, no problem.” Nick sat up, pulling the duvet over his groin but not before Simon saw a sexy patch of dark hair and a generous set of balls and cock. “You do what you need, then I’ll clean up and get dressed.”

Simon nodded and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

****

Nick blew air out of his cheeks, feeling like an idiot. He lay back against the pillow, arms crossed under his head.

What the hell made me think this guy would want anything else? He’s like every hook-up I’ve ever had. Wham bam then get the fuck out.

He sighed wearily. It was the story of his life. As much as he liked sex, he loved the idea of finding a man to settle down with. He didn’t really know why Simon the Brit might have been different, but there was a definite spark between them, something more than only sex.

“And there you go again, imagining things exist where they don’t,” he muttered. “Christ, when will I realise this isn’t the way to meet someone? Gratuitous fucks that scratch the itch but aren’t conducive to any sort of relationship.”