They kept the curtains closed to keep the room cool, and it was north facing, but nevertheless, Jamie was suffocatingly hot under the covers.
Dylan sat up in bed. Pillows piled high behind him, his legs wide apart, and Jamie in between them under the duvet.
It was kind of sexy to suck Dylan's cock and not be able to see him, not his face just his cock, and hear the muffled sound of the porn that only Dylan could see. Jamie loved the way Dylan’s cock grew and strained and twitched and, best of all, dribbled sweet precum. Dribbled and sometimes gushed.
Jamie could stay there all day. Months after becoming boyfriends, the thrill of Dylan's hard cock filling his mouth was as exciting as it ever had been.
What better way to spend an entire Sunday than sucking each other's dicks? Coming together, recovering and doing it again.
Well, touching to tease each other, then holding back and cooling off.
Bringing each other to the edge of orgasm while watching porn.
They'd been edging all day and the room stank of sweat and sex.
It was a perfect Sunday.
Sundays were not part of his contracted work days, so Jamie made it known at the supermarket that he did not intend to do any more Sunday over time. Not when he could spend the whole day with his live-in lover.
When university life came to an end, with the blessing of Jamie's dad, Dylan came to stay in Jamie's upstairs bedroom. It was only a temporary arrangement with only weeks until they would move to a considerably larger living space. For now, things worked out conveniently.
In the morning Kevin set off to work with Dylan who had a temporary laboring job with the Sky High Scaffolds until his position with an architect firm began in September. Jamie and Dylan planned a holiday in August.
The house felt very cramped as Perry had also moved in on a temporary basis. It was only a matter of weeks before Kevin and Perry expected to move into the house they were buying together, but Perry had to leave his apartment a little sooner.
Pushing the covers back, Jamie sprang up gasping for air.
"Sorry. I'm dying under here." Sweat trickled down his body from his armpits, leaving a cooling trail of moisture.
Dylan laughed. "It's okay; it's always good to see you. Come here." He patted the bed beside him. "Time for a cuddle."
Jamie moved up the bad and got comfortable alongside his boyfriend. "I’ll be glad when Kevin moves out."
Dylan pulled the duvet over them both, leaned across and kissed him on the forehead. "I have noticed that. You've stuck a chart on the bedroom door. That's a bit of a clue," said Dylan.
Jamie wondered if whether he should feel guilty, but he didn't. "Yes, I'm counting down the days. It doesn't make me a bad brother. I'm happy for them that they will get to move into their house that they both want." He wondered if he should feel guilty about not feeling guilty.
"You can be happy about that," said Dylan. "I'm entirely selfish and excited about the thought of us moving into the basement room. It is wonderful of your dad to let me stay here, but this room is a bit cramped."
"This room is a bit cramped, is that really the worst thing about it? If your answer is yes, I won't believe you." Jamie wanted to make love with his boyfriend every night, and every morning come to that, but the thought of his father hearing was most offputting.
"No, the worst thing about this room is that Barry’s room’s next door, and I'm sure he doesn't like it either. But he's out today. I've noticed he’s out every Sunday. Do you think he's deliberately giving us the privacy we need?"
"That could be a part of it, but he has a girlfriend he goes to see."
"Well, once we’re in that bedroom in the basement, Jamie, you watch out because I'll be ravishing you at every opportunity."
"Oh goody. Promises. Of more importance, right now, what about today?"
"What about today?" Dylan asked.
"Well, we could start today. You could ravish me." Jamie felt self-conscious and a little vulnerable, even though he knew he could say anything anDylan wouldn't judge him badly, and they shared everything.
Dylan's eyebrows were raised up high disappearing into his hair. He didn't ask.
"You know what I want. I'm not saying I've got you under my roof under pretense is. I still intend to take you most of the time, but I'd like to try everything both ways. And from what I've seen you're ready for me now." Jamie’s hand stroked the cotton cover that hid Dylan’s desire.
"I am so ready for you, but are you ready for me?"
"Having never done it before I don't know how ready I need to be."
Dylan pulled away from the pillows. "Don't worry you're in safe hands; I have done this before." He flung himself down the bed and onto his knees. "Lie down on your stomach and turn around."
Jamie wasn't expecting a rose scented written invitation, but he thought Dylan might have taken a more tentative approach. If Dylan was eager to get on, Jamie wasn't going to complain. For months, he'd always been in the driving seat. Unsure of what to expect next, he turned around, slipped his arms under the pillow, and spread his legs wide apart.
Hands forced their way underneath him, raising him slightly, presumably angling his ass into exactly the right position. Breath skirted over his cheeks, and soft bristles rubbed between his thighs. Jamie's brain had difficulty processing what was happening to him as his erogenous regions were overstimulated. The tongue was wet and soft and hard and probing. An erotic prelude coupled with fingers rubbing against his taint and balls. Touches that swung from gentle to forceful and then playfully gentle again.
By the time Dylan's first finger entered Jamie, he was already ready to come. It wasn't the first time they had done this, of course. Dylan had rimmed and fingered Jamie to climax and beyond several times. Most often in a mutually satisfying position.
"Just a minute," Dylan said and moved away.
Jamie didn't need to look up to have a pretty good idea what Dylan was doing. He'd heard him open the bedside drawer in which they kept the toys. They already had lube, condoms and all the kitchen paper they could possibly use right there to hand.
"That's cheating, Dylan. I want you inside me."
"You are going to get me, but I thought you might like a smaller familiar friend first."
When the object glided in smoothly, Jamie knew two things. Firstly, Dylan was using the smallest toy in the drawer, something not anywhere near the size of his dick. And secondly, a considerable amount of solo practice meant it slipped in with perfect ease. Jamie already felt ready felt he wanted something more substantial.
His need wasn't all about size, however; Jamie had a bigger toy. He longed to feel the closest connection and share it with the one man he loved above all else.
"I want you, Dylan." Not sexually motivated words but coming from the heart.
Jamie didn't care what Dylan did to him he was ready for anything and happy to leave himself in his boyfriend's hands. Dylan could do anything he wanted.