JONAH

I watched as Elvis ingratiated himself with ease among my friends. I had a slight panic attack hearing Nico had independently gone and introduced himself to Elvis without me being there to buffer, but it seems I’d underestimated both of them. Watching them chat tonight came as a big relief to me. I wanted them to become friends; Nico was one of the most important people in my life and it was vital Elvis and he connect. I was shocked to hear they’d arranged a lunch date and that I was most definitely not invited. I acted a tad pissed off, where in reality, I was ecstatically happy they had initiated a friendship of their own.

As for Izzy and this crew of men, I was grateful to have the opportunity to really forge stronger ties with them all now that I was staying in Oxford. It was a great place to put down roots. I even imagined a time when we might all have kids playing together at the Manor, or over at our Barn.

“Ooof!”

A naked aristocrat launched himself at me. “Kiss me, Jonah. Make me your whale!” I managed to dodge Jason’s wet, gin soaked tongue on my mouth and got an earful of it instead. Elvis squealed with laughter.

“Jason!” His boyfriend, Remi, picked the man up and threw him over his shoulder. “You need a time out.”

“Oh yeah baby; I’ve been soooo naughty!” Jason wriggled on Remi’s shoulder and got a hard slap to the arse as payment. The responding moan was utterly sinful. “Again.”

Angel stepped forward talking to them in rapid-fire French. “We will return shortly,” he apologised to the guests, whereupon the three of them disappeared upstairs.

“Bloody Nora!” Elvis was gobsmacked. “This place is sick!” I frowned, until I remembered that sick these days was a positive compliment. “I don’t know what to look at first.”

I took Elvis’s hand and we went for a wander around the Manor. It was an impressive mix of traditional, historical and contemporary. Some parts were definitely homelier than others.

“I love all the nooks and crannies,” Elvis gushed.

“I love all of your nooks and crannies,” I laughed, pushing him against the stone wall and rubbing myself against him. To stress my point, I inserted the tip of my tongue into every available hole and crease exposed to me. Elvis squirmed and giggled. He was just the right side of pissed. I rubbed his hard-on over his suit pants and was about to get more daring when dinner was announced.

“Noooo,” Elvis whined.

“We’ll finish this later,” I replied. “I don’t ever want to have to rush my time with you.”

“Aww, thank you, Joe.”

We both adjusted ourselves and straightened our clothes before making our way to the dining room. The table was heaving with all manner of traditional Christmas foods. The plates were white, the cutlery gold and the décor red. It was like being at a feast. The panelled walls and wooden floors gave it an almost medieval feel. “I feel like one of the Knights at King Arthur’s round table,” I whispered to Elvis.

“Except this table isn’t round and no one is wearing armour.”

“Very droll,” I chuckled. Elvis was evidently a master at stating the obvious. It amused me the way he deadpanned his comments.

“I can call you Sir, though, if it makes you happy.”

We both cracked up at his joke.

Dinner was a long drawn out affair lasting well into the early hours of the morning. Izzy gave a speech thanking everyone. I was as proud as punch when he singled out Elvis for putting in extra effort to welcome the kids into his store. Elvis blushed, but I could tell he was chuffed to have been given a special mention. I was aware he was probably the only one present that had to be in work in a few hours, so I made our apologies and looked forward to seeing everyone at ours on New Year’s Eve.

“I had a great night meeting your friends,” Elvis told me as we got undressed for bed. He set his phone alarm, which was clearly challenging given the way he was concentrating furiously on his task. Finally done, he set it on the bed side unit by his pillow. We brushed our teeth together then fell into bed. Elvis was yawning his head off.

“Come here.” I hauled him in to my side for a cuddle. I was the big spoon. I enjoyed the way my fat cock rested in the crease of his perfect bum, yet I had no plans to fuck him tonight. He was too tired and too drunk. “Pass me your phone.” He did so with a curious expression on his face. “I’ve set your alarm for half an hour earlier.”

“Why?” he slurred.

“I want to send you off to work with an early Christmas present.” I intended to fuck him and plug him. The thought of him walking around all day filled with my come was a seasonal gift to myself. I’d had us tested earlier in the week and the results had come back clear. This would be the first time we made love bareback, and I wanted it to be memorable.