London
Part Five

Oliver finished setting up the forms he needed available in the morning and looked through his eyelashes at Tom. He was still wrapped in his towel, unpacking things and putting them in the drawers, taking stuff into the bathroom. He'd grinned at Oliver when he put the lube he'd brought in the other nightstand, making Oliver wink and grin back. They certainly had enough of the stuff.

It had taken a long time to get off the bed, both of them wanting to just hold each other, kissing and saying it over and over.

Love.

He wanted to say it again, to stay on the bed and cuddle, but exhaustion was creeping up on him, and there were things he had to get done before they went to sleep. He was about to shut the computer off and suggest they watch TV in bed when he spotted the piece of paper Tom had brought to him just before they'd gotten sidetracked by important things. Like being in love.

He picked it up and read the first two URLs on the list, his eyes widening. She wouldn't.

He kept reading, most of them unknown to him, but the ones he did recognize made him blush furiously. He made a mental note to speak to Janet about staying out of his computer while he tried very hard to hide the paper before Tom could remember it existed. It didn't work.

There was a warm hand sliding over his shoulder, and then Tom leant down and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

"Hey you - what's got you blushing? I thought that was meant to be my job."

Oliver couldn't help smiling, even as he slid a folder over the sheet of paper. "It is your job. And inadvertently you've done it."

"And how did I do that?"

Obviously he'd been less surreptitious than he'd hoped because while Tom was speaking he was also leaning forward over Oliver's shoulder just brushing the edge of the half hidden sheet with his finger tips.

He gave into the nervous laughter that had been trying to force its way out and felt his cheeks get even hotter. "By being you. Janet has a twisted sense of humour, and I guess she thought the best way to embarrass me was to give you a sneak peak at...well...at this," he finished lamely, letting Tom take the sheet.

"Most of them I've never even heard of--so it's *her* internet files that look interesting, not mine," Oliver said in a rush, hoping Tom would miss the 'most' part.

Tom crouched down beside him, hooking an arm over his knee, and scanned the sheet. Looking up at Oliver again he asked 'So, if you don't know the sites, how come you think you need to be embarrassed?"

Oliver shut his eyes. "I...um...I said 'most'. Some of them I know, and at least two of them I've been to a couple of times." This was just too ridiculous. They weren't even that bad--not real porn anyway, nothing gross or overly kinky. Just some pictures, a lot of fiction that wasn't very good, and a couple of online stores.

Not that he'd ever ordered anything. Peter had done their shopping. But he'd not really intended to start perverting Tom on their first night together--though Tom seemed more amused than anything. Still. It was embarrassing.

"Hey." Tom's voice was gentle, and he was prising one of Oliver's hands off the arm rest, rubbing his face against it in a curious cat like motion that Oliver could learn to like.

"No weirdness - you promised. Don't go freaking out on me. And anyway," his tone resumed it's previous teasing note, "are you going to 'fess up to the ones that are *your* bookmarks, or should I just assume the worst? I mean, she's put them in alphabetical order, so all the ones with XXX in the title are conveniently grouped ..."

Oliver snatched the sheet and made a show of studying it while he tried to calm down. Almost absently he started rubbing his hand over Tom's shoulder, feeling the smooth, warm skin glide under his palm. Janet had, in fact, put the list in alphabetical order. She was *so* dead.

"I've, um...seen this one before," he said pointing to one that was mostly pictures. "Outdoor come shots, mostly. And this one has fiction that's not terrible." He kept his eyes on the paper, trying to be as casual as he could. But even as he read he realized that for at least two more she'd skipped the entry URLs and gone to pages he'd actually spent some time at, pinpointing his kinks. "Oh dear. And this one has a some lovely leather shots."

His cheeks were flaming again and he'd only read halfway down the list. More disturbing, he was naked and he could feel his cock twitch--he told himself it had nothing to do with the list, and much more to do with the nearness of Tom. He scanned the rest of the list and a site jumped out at him, his eyes closing reflexively. "And I've gotten a couple of...gifts...from that store."

He tossed the list on the desk and wondered if he could make it to the safety of the bed before Tom realized he was getting turned on.

"Gifts, huh? From ... " Tom fished for the list with his spare hand, ending up practically between Oliver's knees. "Gifts from xratedtoys.com, Oliver? Anything you want to share with the class?" Tom's voice was arch, but his thumb kept circling gently over the palm of Oliver's hand, like a silent reassurance.

At that point Oliver discovered he wasn't able to blush anymore. He was sure that he would again at some point in his life, if not later in this conversation, but at that moment his brain had apparently decided the inevitable was going to happen--telling Tom all sorts of things he'd not really meant to yet--and that his blood would be of better use elsewhere.

If Tom was going to not only keep touching him but also make the entire conversation teasing and fun Oliver was more than willing to go along. He grinned wickedly and winked. "Confession. When I told you I don't actually have any tools of perversion I sorta lied. Well, at the time I was thinking about leather and restraints, and I *don't* have any of those. But yeah. Have a few things from xratedtoys.com." He leaned down and brushed his lips over Tom's gently. "Fun things. Things that might make *you* blush," he whispered.

Tom stretched up to follow him as he moved back in the chair, nipping gently at his lower lip. Tom was leaning on the chair arms, and there was no way he wasn't noticing Oliver's interest in the conversation, pressed up so close with his towel brushing against Oliver's inner thighs.

"Fun things?" Tom whispered back. kissing his way towards Oliver's ear. "Tell me more."

"Um." Oliver arched into Tom's body, the angle awkward due to the chair, but not able to sit still. He was having a little trouble concentrating. "Got a ball gag, used once and tossed away--like to kiss too much to have something in the way." Tom let up on nibbling at the base of his throat to murmur something about liking Oliver's kisses too.

"Had a blindfold, but it's gone--got a new one for you." Tom bit down gently on his collarbone at that. He ran a hand down Tom's back, letting it rest on the edge of the towel and tried to meet Tom's eyes, his cock hard now and pushing against Tom. He took a deep breath and added in a rush, "Plus, Kerry sent me a cock ring, and I've got a rather ordinary looking dildo, also used once. But that was because of timing, not 'cause I don't like it."

Tom pressed close and slid up him to come face to face, trapping Oliver's erection between their stomachs, which from Tom's expression could only be intentional. "So, you did like it? Liked using it? Or liked having it used on you?" Tom kissed him, slow and intent and thorough, derailing his train of thought before he could reply. Tom reverted to his teasing voice. "And who's Kerry, anyway, to be sending you cock rings?"

Oliver was breathless, feeling a little out of control. Tom's kisses were doing nothing to calm him down, and he found his hips aching to push against his lover. He let his hands roam over Tom's skin, feeling his ass through the towel, as he stole another kiss.

"It was a joke, sort of. And a birthday present. Well, he knew the ring would get used, but the joke part came when he had it sent to me at work. The discreet packaging they always promise? It's true. So freaking discreet you don't know who the box is from until you open it, which means Janet would have opened the parcel if it wasn't actually my birthday."

Tom grinned up at him for a second. "But she didn't?" and then he was kissing and nibbling ever closer to Oliver's nipple. The answer came out part moan, part 'no'.

Tom licked just to the inside of his sensitised skin and then stopped. "And the dildo?" Tom stayed very still, just breathing over the damp patch of skin, warm and cold, warm and cold, waiting for his answer.

"Was supposed to be for when I travelled," Oliver said, his voice hoarse. "Used it once, when I was in Chicago--not as good as the real thing, but it did the trick." It had--nicely, in fact, aided by a voice on the phone. But he wasn't going to let Peter into this, wasn't going to let him have any part of Tom or London, or his life now. "Then I just sort of...put it away," Oliver added, his hand going to Tom's shoulders, fingers caressing the nape of his neck.

Tom managed to simultaneously arch into Oliver's touch and lap his tongue briefly over Oliver's nipple. "Never used one." Tom admitted, all his attention apparently focussed on one pale pec and it's darker nipple. Tom ran his tongue over it again, and Oliver shivered. "Never been blindfolded either, for that matter." he continued. "How do you feel about corrupting the innocent?" And then his tongue was being drawn agonisingly slowly over Oliver's nipple, hot and a little rough, pressing close.

Oliver gasped, the sound loud in the quiet room. He could feel Tom smile against his skin. Standing up, he pulled Tom against him to help him keep balance, and took the opportunity to rub against him, leaving a slick trail on his belly. "I think," he said, kissing the side of Tom's mouth, "that debauching the innocent is going to be my newest hobby."

He moved them towards the bed, hands loosening Tom's towel. "However, that particular game is one I want to savour, take time with," he said between kisses. "And honestly? Think I might fall asleep in the middle." He kissed Tom hard as he eased him back on the bed, still fighting with the towel.

Tom responded in kind, pulling Oliver's tongue into his mouth, arching up to press against him as soon as the towel was loosened.

"You don't think I can hold your interest?" Tom asked, and a long look at his expression reassured Oliver that it was just teasing, and they were back to kissing and roaming hands for a long moment.

"Trust me," Oliver said with a smile as he pulled back a little, "you have my interest." He dipped his head and licked at Tom's left nipple, teasing the right with his fingers. "In fact, you have my interest, my attention, my complete and utterly *focused* interest."

"Mmmmmmm. Sounds good." Tom sighed and strong fingers stroked his face again, encouraging him to continue. Oliver kissed a path down Tom's chest and belly, tasting his skin and the faint remainder of soap from the shower.

He pulled the towel free at long last and moaned softly before settling himself between Tom's spread thighs, nuzzling his balls and inhaling his scent. It was heady and lovely, all together perfect. His own breathing was rapid, and Tom's began to echo it as Oliver started to lick the soft skin. When Oliver drew one of his balls into his mouth and suckled gently Tom bucked up under his hands. Tom's gasp was muffled as though he was biting his lip. He ran his tongue over the skin in his mouth and Tom's hips rocked again , the sounds no less beautiful. The hands on his shudders vanished, and the bed shifted as Tom leaned up.

"Oh God!" escaped. "God - you look so good, feel so good." Tom's hand was on his face again, fingers in his hair, gentle, tender, not forcing anything. Tom bit his lip again, his hand still, closing his eyes for a moment. "You don't have to," he said, sounding hopeful but somewhat more in control of himself.

Oliver looked up, incredulous, letting the wet skin slide free. "Have to? God, there's no 'have to' here. Just want." He licked his way up Tom's cock, one hand rolling Tom's balls gently. "Need to," he breathed, lapping at the partially exposed head of Tom's erection. Flavour, spicy with salt, deep and male, exploded on his tongue. He took Tom into his mouth and sucked lightly for a moment.

"You know," he said as he returned to licking and nibbling, his hand coming up to stroke Tom slowly, "I've never been with anyone uncut before." He watched as he stroked, feeling Tom get harder, the foreskin retracting a bit more. "Such a beautiful cock...beautiful man..." He gave into his need and took Tom into his mouth again, using his tongue and lips to learn the shape of his lover.

Tom's finger's tightened on his scalp, the movement as involuntary as the sounds that escaped Tom as he watched and felt. "Please," the harsh breaths shaded into words again as Oliver continued his slow thorough tasting "Please." The long muscles in the thigh under his cheek were tensed, starting to tremble from the effort of holding Tom still, then rolled a little, Tom opening himself to his lover.

Oh God, yes. Like that. Oliver groaned, opening his mouth wide to take Tom all the way in, fingers slick and sliding over his balls, down and around to Tom's ass, encouraging him to move and take what he needed. His head bobbed and his own hips started moving, pushing his prick into the bed in rhythm with Tom. God, he loved this, Tom moving in and out of his mouth, the flavour stronger, the sounds sending him higher. So good, so right.

He teased a finger around Tom's entrance, hoping to Christ that spit would be enough for one finger anyway. There was no way he could reach the lube unless he stopped. Torn, he decided that finger fucking Tom while he sucked him off was worth the interruption and he came off Tom's cock with a pop, lunging for the nearer night table. The fact that he wound up sliding his own erection along the cleft of Tom's ass was just a bonus.

Tom's whimper of protest was gratifyingly needy, and Tom dropped back on the pillows, freeing up his hands to reach up, run along Oliver's sides. "You ok?" Tom asked, stretching underneath him.

Oliver laughed, the sound desperate to his own ears. "God, yes. Just need--" he reached, gasping as his cock slid against Tom. "God. Need this." He grabbed the lube and moved back, kissing Tom hard as he popped the lid off, then sliding down his body again, kissing and leaving a trail of nipping bites. "Gonna make you feel so good," he murmured.

Fingers slick, he swallowed Tom down again, sucking hard and teasing with his tongue. He trailed his fingers over Tom's ball sac again, then further back, pressing gently. His own hips were rocking again and he forced himself to stop. He couldn't stop his moans though, nor did he try.

"God, Oliver, so hot - so fucking sexy - please." Tom rolled up into his touches, pushing against his fingers, his own hands running over Oliver's head and shoulders, one finger curling against the angle of his jaw bone, feeling Oliver's mouth move. For all the passion and desperation in his voice, Tom kept his touches soft - jumpy and random like fraying control, but still gentle.

Oliver loosened his jaw, moving smoothly along Tom's length as he eased a finger into him. Hot and tight, smooth like silk, Oliver gasped at the thought of what Tom would feel like around his cock. He moved slowly, in and out, his mouth hungry again despite his intentions to go a little more slowly.

Tom's near silent, intent noises and the movement of his hips did nothing to help his resolve. The jumpy brushing touches coalesced into a hand gripping his shoulder like an anchor. He managed to turn his head as he moved to brush a cheek against the hand, and was rewarded with another brief flurry of words, and Tom's cock jumping in his mouth. 'Please' he heard, again and again, and he repeated the twist, running his tongue around the edge of the head of Tom's cock as he did so. "Please fuck yes!" on one long out breath that time.

Everything snapped into place. His need, Tom's; spirals of hunger and desire winding up, tighter and tighter. He moved faster, two fingers inside Tom now, pushing and reaching, fucking him in earnest as he sucked, teasing with his tongue and pulling Tom deeper into him. Tom rocked between fingers and mouth, gasping as Oliver pulled at him, wanting more. Oliver's hips snapped, rubbing his cock harder on the bed, needing more, but on the very edge.

And then Tom froze, practically vibrating. "God, Oliver, going to ... so close ..." His voice was clotted, tight, and his fingers were clumsy, dragging across Oliver's face.

Oliver felt a long moan building up in his chest, then let it out, knowing the vibrations would go right through Tom. He thrust his fingers deep, searching for the one perfect spot, needing Tom to come for him, needing the flavour, the cries. Needing Tom.

The pulsing against his tongue and the arching of the body under him was all the warning he got that he'd found that spot, Tom's climax silent and intense, flooding his mouth. Tom pushed against him, jerking, almost whimpering as Oliver rode his motions, drinking him down.

He kept sucking, easing off and letting Tom calm down, getting every bit of him that he could. Oliver ached, his balls tight and his cock jerking as Tom moved with him, still sliding between his lips. Finally Oliver let him go, trailing kisses over his belly and hips, making soft whimpers of his own.

Tom startled as Oliver's movements brought his heavy cock into contact with Tom's leg, eyes flying wide, searching for Oliver's. He let out a long breath when Oliver looked up Tom's body, eyes wicked. "God! Love you," and then, "Come here?"

Tom's hands pulled at his shoulders, urging Oliver to slide up the bed, and the pair of them moved to wrap around each other. Tom's kiss was loose, hot, sated, and he curled down into it, stretching out a hand to brush cool fingers over Oliver's heated length. "Can I help?" He asked with a soft, happy smile, closing his hand loosely around it.

Oliver tried to speak, but all that he could manage was an undignified groan, his back arching and his hips already thrusting. So close, so fucking close. The head of his cock was slick already, Tom's hand sliding easily, pressing the heel of his hand against the tip again and again, his grip slowly tightening in reaction to Oliver's movements.

His head buried in Tom's neck, Oliver shuddered, his hips thrusting fast and hard into Tom's grasp. "Ah, fuck!" Another deep breath and he said it again, his orgasm racing down his spine. "Ah, fuck! Yes--Tom--love--"

He closed his eyes tightly when he came, Tom's arms around him, his hand still stroking. Comforting him, making him warm and completely relaxed as he enjoyed the endorphins, the smell of them together and the taste of Tom in his mouth. He lifted his head, searching for a kiss. "I love you," he said softly.

"Love you, too," was whispered around soft kisses. "So much - beautiful you, beautiful, wonderful you."

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