JONAH

“Petey, sweetie…yay!” Elvis wobbled over to the car, tripped and launched himself at Pete who deftly caught him. My boy was decidedly worse the wear for prosecco. I hadn’t noticed him drinking excessively, but now that I thought about it, he was never without a glass in his hand. I’d had a few myself and although I wasn’t drunk, I was well over the limit.

“Evening, Mr Kent.” Pete was nonplussed by the babbling Harley Quinn wannabe in his arms.

“Hi, Pete. Just plonk him on the back seat.”

“Hey – who are you calling a plonker!” Elvis dissolved into a fit of giggles. I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. As always, I found his joviality infectious. “Very hot.” Elvis tugged at his wig until the mass of platinum blond hair found its way to the floor of the car. “S’better.” He sighed as he wiggled across the leather seat. When he shoulder bumped the car door he grunted and fumbled for the seat belt. After several lame attempts to strap himself in, he whined for help. “Can’t get it to stay in the hole. Help me, Jonahhhhhh.” He made a sort of a ‘pffft’ noise and slumped messily to one side. “Hole’s too small,” he giggled. “Won’t fit in my hole.” More giggles. 

“Yes, very funny. Let me help you.” I slid in next to him, pulled the seatbelt across his chest and clicked him in.

“Oooh, you’re so good at that,” he cooed rubbing his hand down my cheek. “Love a man to fill my hole. Slide it in and make it fit.”

“Stop talking, Elvis.” If he kept that up I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions. Right now, I wanted to bend him over my knee to try and find a way into those wickedly sinful boy shorts he was almost wearing, and indeed see if I could get into his hole. 

“Stop talking, Elvis.” He mimicked an attempt at my accent, which was actually hysterical.

I heard Pete snort from the driver seat. Our eyes met in the rear-view mirror. “Sorry. Sir,” he mumbled, “but Mr Smith is making me laugh.”

“Please don’t encourage him,” I berated my driver, but softened it with an eye roll.

“Please don’t…” As soon as Elvis piped up I slammed my hand over his mouth to silence him. I received a wet palm for my efforts.

“Bloody hell, Elvis,” I grumbled rubbing my hand on my trousers.

“Harley.” 

“What?” 

“You said you wanted to fuck me silly in this outfit; so, call me Harley.” Elvis wagged his finger at me, “and you have to be the Joker,” he hiccupped, then burped a puff of prosecco scented breath. “Oh, that’s not good.” 

I frowned. “What’s not g….Shit!” Elvis turned green. I scrambled over his lap to open the door at the same time Pete jumped out of the car. I stabbed at the seatbelt fastener and as soon as I heard it release, I pushed Elvis towards the fresh air. 

“Nooooo…” he cried, just before hurling the contents of his stomach all over the car park. He gushed vomit for what seemed like an extraordinarily long time. Pete grabbed some tissues, a packet of wet wipes and a bottle of water from the glove box. 

“That’s handy,” I deadpanned. 

“I like to be prepared,” Pete replied, equally droll.

Another round of puking accompanied by dry heaves, interjected by sickups and burps followed. Finally, Elvis stopped throwing up. “Sorry,” he mumbled as Pete handed him the wipes. He cleaned his face which had turned blotchy from all the retching. He looked a mess with his hair flattened by the wig and his make-up smeared all over the place. At this point, I should have just dropped him home and been done, but my heart squeezed at how wretched he looked. My natural inclination took hold. I yanked him back into the car and on to my lap.

“Euww, I stink.”

I scrunched up my nose. “Got any mints, Pete?” He handed me some extra-strong ones. “Thank you.” I ripped open the packet and shoved two in Elvis’s mouth. He sucked on them appreciatively. “Ok, let’s go.” Elvis dropped his head to my shoulder and I held him tight in my arms all the way to the hotel. “What are we going to do with you?” I teased him.

“Strip me naked and put me under the shower.”

I checked the time; it was 2 am which meant we had less than eight hours before Elvis had to be back at work. Judging by the state of him, he would need every precious moment of sleep he could get. I felt a bit deflated knowing I was going to have to wait again, before I made proper love to my boy.

It only took ten minutes to reach the hotel. Pete pulled up to the lobby and headed inside to check me in. Nico had pre-paid and arranged for the room to be fully stocked with drinks, snacks, and emergency toiletries. It was a decent place; not my usual standard, but for a late booking, I was suitably impressed. Pete propped Elvis up against the wall and called the lift. We arranged for him to come back at 9.30 the next morning, and he bid me good night. When I turned back to Elvis he’d slid down to the floor looking much like a bedraggled rag doll.

“Up you come.” I scooped him into my arms. He weighed nothing.

“My hero,” he purred into my neck giving me goose bumps. He sucked on the skin a little which sent electric shocks directly to my groin.

“Stop that.” My voice was husky with lust.

“Don’t you want me…baby?” Elvis snorted. I was sure I felt snot on my neck.

“You know I do, but not when you’re drunk.” I opened the door to our hotel room and stuck the key in the wall slot to power up the lights and heating. A massive bed took up most of the room. I dropped Elvis into the middle of it. He immediately flipped to his tummy and spread his limbs like a starfish. His lush bum cheeks squeezed below the hem of his shorts. The fishnet pulled taut over the perfect peachy offering making my mouth water. A sliver of skin appeared as his t-shirt rode up, revealing the divots at the base of his spine. My self-control was wavering dangerously close to me losing it.

Elvis drew in his arms and legs beneath his body and pushed up to his hands and knees. He swayed seductively. “I’m soooooo horny,” he cried. He twisted his head over his shoulder and shot me a look of pure need. He was too tempting. “I need you, Jokerman.”

“Bloody hell.” I tugged my tie off and struggled hurriedly out of my shirt, waistcoat and jeans. I toed off my shoes; yanked off my socks and stood before Elvis in just my underwear. I’d gone to my favourite on-line store, DSUnderwear, and stocked up on all sorts of styles from premium brands. I was rather hoping Elvis would have been in a position to appreciate my new Marco Marco sequin jock. It was sparkly, festive and really fucking sexy.

“Oh my God!” Elvis’s jaw dropped. “I need one of those.” I’d already set him up as a DSU Club Member as part of his Christmas present. I’d spent a few hours on-line today buying stuff that I couldn’t pick up at Kent Village. I was excited to indulge him. In addition, I’d splurged on gifts for his entire family, plus Maddy, Pete and Nico. Obviously, I was passionate about shopping, but buying for other people was much more of thrill than making purchases for myself.

The more Elvis stared, the bigger my erection grew, distorting the front of my jock. So much so, that every time my cock jerked in my underwear, the sequins caught the light turning my groin twinkly.

Elvis flipped to his back giving me the full-on Harley Quinn experience, but I’d had enough of her, I wanted my Elvis back. I watched as he fiddled with his belt. While he undid the buckles, I rushed to the bathroom to find something to remove his make-up. Sitting on the vanity unit was a packet of baby wipes – they’d do. I extracted a couple and returned to the bedroom.

“Shit...” I stopped short in my tracks. Elvis had somehow got himself caught up with his t-shirt over his face and his shorts down by his knees. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath the tights. His stiff cock strained obscenely against the nylon fishnets making my own dick leak in my jock. His nipples were pink and hard, peaking on his chest. They were begging to be pinched, however, I was enjoying the show too much. Elvis writhed and wriggled until he was finally free of the t-shirt. He began to tug on the tights when I shouted at him to stop. I loved how slutty and wanton they made him look.

“Here, let me take your make-up off first.” I approached the bed. Elvis skittered back to lean against the headboard. He rubbed his cock shamelessly, through the fishnet. His eyelashes fluttered seductively. “Little minx.” I realised Elvis was no longer as drunk as I’d thought. He drew his feet up the bed so that his knees were bent, and then quite deliberately, let his legs drop open. The fishnets stretched enough to reveal his dark crease and the hint of hole. I took several deep breaths. “Chin up.” He thrust his face at me so I could rub his make-up off. It took several wipes to cleanse Harley away. Eventually my Elvis emerged, fresh faced, slightly flushed, but otherwise, quite simply gorgeous. His blue eyes that held so much appeal, sparkled with desire. I watched in awe as his pupils dilated. He was fixated on my sparkly pouch, flicking his fingers over it, making me hiss.

“I want you to rub the sequins over my cock,” he told me in a breathy voice. I knelt on the bed and knee walked between his thighs, right up to his junk. I straddled his hips and rocked against him. “Jonah!” he yelled. “More…” I slowly gyrated my hips. The sequins caught on the fishnet creating a delicious friction. If I could feel it through the jock, it was no wonder it was driving Elvis wild. “Fuck me, Jonah. I need you inside me. Please don’t make me wait.” Elvis threw his legs around my back and squeezed me in harder. “Ahhh. So good.” I was worried he was going to come too soon. I tapped his ankle and he dropped his legs back to the bed giving me a chance to lay over him. My face was level with his so I kissed him. He bucked his hips to rub against me once again, but I lifted my arse in the air denying him the friction he was aiming for. Elvis whimpered into my mouth. It was the trigger I needed to move to the next level. I released him to sit up and remove my underwear. Elvis licked his lips. The bottom one disappeared between his teeth as he followed my movements studiously. His eyes were on my jock. Instead of discarding it, I manoeuvred it around his face with the pouch over his nose. He inhaled deeply, letting out a groan of approval.

“I’m going to make love to you now, Blue Eyes.” I hooked my fingers over the waistband of his tights to pull them down.

“Wait!” Elvis rasped. He positioned his hand across mine to move it to between his legs. “Just tear them open, Jonah. Enough to free my cock and balls and to get to my hole. Want to feel the fishnets while you fuck me.”

I growled. I actually fucking growled. Elvis was the sexiest boy on Earth and he was all mine. He didn’t know it yet, but I was never letting him go. He was the best Christmas present I’d ever received, because Elvis was for life, not just for Christmas.

I tugged the tights apart at the middle seam. As promised, Elvis’s hole was within reach. I tapped two fingers on his lips and like a good boy, Elvis sucked on them greedily, humming his pleasure as his eyes rolled. Once they were good and wet, I slipped them between his cheeks to rub the sensitive nerves around his pucker.

“Jonah! Jjjjjonah…please…oh…oh, I need more. Fat. Cock. In. Me. Now.’ Elvis made grabby hands towards his groin. He was writhing on my fingers, panting hard as he pumped his leaking cock. I could tell he was losing control. He begged, gyrated, wriggled and sobbed. I batted his hands away giving me access to suck him. He thrust hard into my mouth driving at my tonsils. I swallowed a couple of times and Elvis nearly flew off the bed. He was ready.

I pulled my fingers out of his body causing him to whine. I reached for my jeans and extracted a small sachet of lube and a condom.

“Yes!” Elvis cried. “Get it on quick.” He shifted down the bed to his back, grabbed his knees pulling them to his chest, exposing his hole to me. I could see it was loose and pulsing. I looked forward to the opportunity of getting a taste of him there, but now was not the time. We were both too desperate. I put on the condom and slathered my engorged shaft with lube. I gasped at the contact. Even through the latex, I was incredibly sensitive.

“Come here.” I was on my knees at the apex of his body. I took his ankles and pulled his legs over my shoulders lining up the head of my cock with his hole. Excruciatingly slowly, I nudged my way into his body. “God, you feel divine. So bloody tight.” I gasped for air. “The heat of you…” I was mesmerised by the feel of being inside Elvis. I had fucked many hundreds of men in my time, but no one and nothing compared to being sheathed in the heat of my boy.

“You need to move, Joe. Now.” Elvis jerked his knees on my shoulders making me fall forward. The action drove me into him fully causing us both to howl as I bottomed out.

“It’s never been this good.” I forced out the words through my clenched jaw. I was concentrating on not coming too soon.

“Jonah.” Elvis whispered my name with such reverence, my heart squeezed in my chest. It was surely too soon for declarations of love; less than a week since we’d met for the first time, yet all of the riskiest deals I’d ever sealed were done on gut feeling. Those were the ones that had been my greatest success stories, hence the reason I decided to trust my instincts now.

I rammed into Elvis just like he begged me, then slowly pulled out, dragging my rigid cock along his sensitive channel. He keened, arching into me. “Open your eyes, baby. Let me see those blues.” Elvis did as I’d asked, revealing thin rings of blue surrounding blown pupils. His face was a mask of sheer desire and in the short time I’d known him, he had never looked more beautiful to me.

I began to move my hips, rocking in and out of him in a steady rhythm, building intensity. “Touch yourself,” I told him. Elvis reached between us to stroke his cock. A hoarse gasp escaped him as he pumped.

“Gonna come, Joe.” Elvis’s eyes grew wide. I sped up my movements. The air grew heavy in my lungs while my head felt light. Pleasure darted along my spine in fiery licks, igniting my passion to new heights. My orgasm was building to the point of no return, when suddenly Elvis froze. White ribbons of come spattered onto his abs and chest as he rode out his release. His sounds were incredibly arousing sending my orgasm barrelling though my body to my balls. And then I came. Pleasure coursed through me in great crashing waves. I roared Elvis’s name as I pulsed into the condom deep inside his body. Flashes of light filled my head making me dizzy with ecstasy. It was by far the most sensational sex I’d ever experienced.

Elvis’s hands clutched at my chest. “Jonah…thank you. That was…” He seemed to be thinking of the right word. “Oh, that was epic. Everything I thought it would be.”

My breath hitched in my chest. Wait, what? He couldn’t mean…”Elvis, were you a virgin?” I stared at him intently. My heart was hammering in my chest.

“No!” he dismissed my question with a roll of his eyes. “Not exactly.”

I pulled out of him and yanked off the condom. Some of my semen leaked out before I could tie if off properly. Elvis leaned across and licked it off my thigh. I pushed him away. “What do you mean, not exactly.” I was horrified at the thought this was his first time, and also deeply hurt that he hadn’t confided that to me. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed with my back to him. I felt the mattress shift as Elvis sat up and plastered himself to my back. He grabbed my chin in his hand to look me in the face.

“What I meant to say, was that it was the first time it meant anything to me. Don’t you think I would have told you if I was a virgin?” Elvis kissed me on the lips. “Actually, I wish it had been my first time. It would have been such a fantastic memory to have, rather than the disturbingly sad quickie in the loos at school.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “Seriously? That’s nasty.”

“I never claimed to be a classy guy.” Elvis grinned naughtily at me. He scrunched his nose. “Phew, we both stink of booze and come. Shower time for us, I suggest.”

“I love you.”

“Oh.” Elvis looked understandably shocked.

“You don’t need to say it back. I know it’s too soon. I’m still a little bit pissed, I suppose.” I ran my fingers over his lips. He kissed them.

“I like that you love me.” Elvis seemed unusually coy. “I love you too, and I’m not just saying that because you said it to me. Or because you’re handsome and rich. Or because you gave me a job and dressed as the Joker.” Elvis caught his breath. He looked flustered and cute. “Just, well, you’re a really good guy, Joe. I truly believe, in actual fact, that you’re most likely, the goodest guy of all. And you’re all mine. That’s why I like that you love me, see?”

“I don’t want you to be cross.”

Elvis frowned. “That you love me? Of course not, I’m flattered.”

“Umm, I may have done something.”

Elvis sat back on his heels. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You haven’t arranged a wedding for Christmas Day?”

“What? No, of course not.”

He frowned again. “Or paid for us all to go on a Caribbean Cruise, because, not to sound ungrateful, but we enjoy spending Christmas at home.”

“Elvis, I haven’t booked a cruise, ok?” I had no idea where his brain was at.

“Oh wait, have you bought me a Jag or a Porsche, because although I’d love that, it’s a bit sugar daddyish.” He shook his head. His face wore an expression of mild distaste.

“For the love of God. No, Elvis none of those things. Now focus.” Elvis arranged his face accordingly. “I bought a house. Well, to be completely truthful; I bought us both a house.”

Elvis gasped. He looked puzzled and disappointed. Not really the reaction I was hoping for. “Why’d you buy two houses?” he asked me.

“Two? Oh, no, when I said both, I was referring to one house for the two of us to occupy.”

Elvis nodded slowly. I was still waiting for a proper reaction. “Where?”

“Abingdon.”

Elvis’s eyes grew wide. “As in here in Oxford, Abingdon? How come?”

“This is your home, and you need to be near Kent Village for work.” I stroked his shoulders.

“What about you?” Elvis retorted with a hint of anxiety.

“I can work anywhere as long as I have a phone and a computer. I want to be here during your training in your new job and to support you. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to be anywhere but New York.”

“You love New York.”

“I do, but it’s never really felt like home. Sure, I enjoyed being there as it was far away from my parents, but you’re close to your family; I’d never ask you to move away.”

“Abingdon, eh? Bet you didn’t get a three-bed semi,” Elvis teased, although I could tell he was curious. I reached for my phone on the night stand and brought up the photos that Nico had sent me. “Fucking hell, Joe, it’s out of this world.” His voice was full of wonder. “I can’t just up sticks and live there with you like a kept man.”

“I’ve never once thought of it that way, I promise.” I had been so excited, I hadn’t considered how he might feel.

Elvis looked pensive. “What will people think?”

“Are you afraid of a little gossip? I would have thought you were used to it. You don’t exactly fade into the background.” I chuckled so that he knew I was teasing.

“I meant you. They’ll talk about you. They’ll say I trapped you etc., etc.” He twirled his wrist like the King of Siam.

“Do you really think I care what people say? At the end of the day they can think what they like. No doubt they’ll think you slept your way into your new job too.”

Elvis tensed. “Well they can fuck right off, if that’s their opinion.”

“You hold all the power, babe.” I smirked at him as the realisation set in.

“I do. Ha! Let them talk…” Elvis wrapped his arms round me once again. He leaned in and nibbled on the back of my ear. I shivered. “So, we met on Monday; had our first row on Tuesday; made up and partied on Wednesday; and shagged on Thursday. What we doing tomorrow, Daddy?”

I pretended to hate when he called me that, but in reality, it did wonderful things to my insides. My cock loved it too. “Tomorrow we move into our new house.”

“Tomorrow!!!” he screamed rather shrilly. “That’s not possible.”

“Darling, when you have enough money, anything’s possible.”

“Oh my God!” Elvis dropped backwards dramatically to the bed. He threw an arm over his eyes. “How is this my life?”

I gazed at him adoringly. His hair was mussed and his chest and abs were decorated with patches of dry come. “You need a shower. Come on.” I hauled him over my shoulder and marched him to the bathroom. It had no bath, just a walk-in shower. “Perfect,” I remarked taking in my surroundings. I plopped him on the loo seat while I set the water to run hot.

“Does it need doing up, your new place?” He undid his top knot and shook his hair out.

“Our place is ready to move in to. Just needs some festive decorations. Want to help me do that over the weekend?” I expected him to jump at the opportunity.

“I’m working on Saturday and we have the charity thing on Sunday. Then it’s Christmas Eve on Monday. We close early, so maybe in the afternoon?” He looked worried.

“I can see you’re nervous and I don’t blame you. I promise that the house will be ready for us by Saturday morning. I have movers and cleaners going in through the night, and Nico has arranged for the kitchen to be fully stocked for the holiday period. The bathrooms will have towels and toiletries. The bedrooms will have a new bed and linens, and various other soft furnishings throughout the house. Nico has done this several times for me and knows my taste.”

“Your taste – exactly. It’s your house.”

Ah, that’s what Elvis was worried about. “After Christmas, I intend to gut the place and start afresh. You will have free reign to decorate and refurbish so it feels like yours too.” I dragged him into the shower with me. He was still deep in thought.

“Maybe we could have a New Year’s Eve party as a house warming?” he asked me tentatively.

“Fabulous idea. Give Nico a list of names…” I pulled him under the water. “Now stop worrying about everything. Let me handle it all. I want to do this for you.” I undid the complimentary shower gel and lathered up before rubbing the soap into Elvis’s chest. He stood quietly while I washed him, then reciprocated the favour for me. It was sweet and by the end we were both yawning and obviously sleepy. We dried off and fell into bed naked. We were both asleep within minutes.