ELVIS

What the fuck just happened?

I was lying in the wet patch on Jonah Kent’s mattress, trying to come down from the most exquisite and amazing orgasm of my life. I’d had my fair share, but they faded in comparison to the way Jonah had just made me fly. I liked our dynamic. I think he liked that I had an attitude with him, despite letting my weaknesses attempt to derail what turned out to be the most spectacular night of my life. My hot headedness in the restaurant nearly jeopardised us from getting together at all. Luckily, Jonah was a stubborn bastard.

Now look where I was – in his fucking king-sized bed. And we hadn’t even fucked yet. I was kind of regretting taunting him over that, because the only thing that would have improved Jonah’s epic hand job, was if his cock had been stuffed in my hole.

“Get up.” Jonah’s deep command rumbled through me. My cock jerked. “Jesus, save me from horny young boys.”

“It’s your growly voice; I can’t help it.” I held out an arm and he grabbed my hand hauling me upwards in one easy move. I slammed against him accidentally on purpose, and threw my arms around his neck. “Kiss me, Jonah Kent.” I was feeling a little bit theatrical. I think Jonah could tell by the way his eyebrows twitched. “Make me yours.”

Jonah’s eyes definitely rolled. For a moment, I wasn’t convinced he’d indulge me; that he’d determine I was just a silly kid, then pop me in the back of his car and send me home. Without warning, my world tilted on its axis. Jonah swooped, cradling me backwards like a Disney Prince about to kiss his Princess. “The things you make me do.” He chuckled, before planting his delicious lips on mine and devouring me to within an inch of my life. He kissed me for so long I had to tap out.

“Can’t breathe,” I complained against his mouth. I felt his smile before he released me.

“Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Our come had dried meshing our hairy bits so that when Jonah pulled away, it bloody stung. “Euwww, that’s nasty.”

“Crusty boy,” Jonah commented. “Let’s go shower.”

“Wow! This is amazing.” His en-suite bathroom was incredible. State of the art and then some. The floor was warm under my feet as if the tiles were aglow. Brown marble covered the walls, sink unit and side of the enormous bath. The walk-in shower ran the length of the back wall with glass panels placed cleverly, so no door was required. Jonah tapped at a remote control which prompted water to shoot from jets at various positions in the shower walls. He dimmed the lights setting the mood, and switched on what I assumed was a scented diffuser, emitting a heady aroma.

“Come!” Jonah’s gruff command had me obeying without any thought.

“Oh, this is too divine,” I drawled as the water hit my body, massaging my tired muscles. I turned this way and that to get the best effect, but when Jonah’s powerful hands landed on my shoulders and began to knead the knots away, I was finished. He added some lush smelling soap to ease his movements and as it began to lather up, he washed away the sticky remains of our sexual activity. When he was satisfied I was clean, he poured shampoo into my hair and let his talented hands do their magic. I was swaying I was so punch drunk.

“What the fuck!” Jonah exclaimed, jolting me back to reality. The water was running blue.

“Oops,” I snorted.

“Oops?” Jonah barked.

“It’s not a permanent colour,” I explained.

“Clearly not,” Jonah answered. “What should I do?”

“Hmm, keep washing. It should all come out…” I bit my lip thinking about the fluffy white towels I’d seen him grab for us.

“Fair enough.” Jonah picked up the shampoo again and squeezed a sizeable amount onto my head, then spent a good ten minutes massaging it in. By the end, I was leaning my back to his chest, utterly gaga. Jonah picked me up and carried me to the end of the shower cubicle where a large overhead jet rained water down on us. The soap ran blue at first, then clear. We both stared as the water swirled around the drain. “Look at me,” Jonah requested and I obeyed. “I like your natural colour.”

I shook my head. “It’s a bit meh,” I complained.

“Well, I like meh; it looks good on you.”

I waggled my eyebrows at him. “I’d rather meh looked good on you!”

I launched myself at him, catching him by surprise. Jonah barely caught me, slipping under my weight, causing us both to go crashing to the floor where we slid around all over the place. I was winded but not harmed; Jonah just looked shocked. I scrambled over to him on all fours, blowing water bubbles out of my mouth. He stared at me as I crawled up his body until we were face to face under the jets. “So, how do we look?”

“You, boy, are trouble with a capital T.” Jonah tried to look cross. His narrowed eyes soon went wide when I wriggled around, causing our freshly erect cocks to rub together. “Gahhh!” he growled doing wonderful things to my tummy, and other areas. I sat up astride his narrow waist, reaching up to turn the water off. I rocked my hips, relishing the feel of his solid cock nudging my cheeks apart, teasing the sensitive skin of my crease. I shuddered hard with the promise of things to come. Hopefully, me.

“You feel amazing, Jonah. I love your powerful body beneath me. You must work out loads.”

“You want to have that conversation here, while I’m freezing my arse off on my shower floor?” Jonah placed his big hands on my thighs and looked up at me. Beads of water from my wet fringe were dripping onto his chest. I traced the pathway of the droplets with a finger. “Elvis?”

“Hmm?”

“How about I show you, rather than tell you?”

“Eh?” I was so transfixed by his perfect pecs and tight nipples that I’d completely lost the thread of the conversation. “Oof!” Jonah bucked his hips so hard I flew off, but before I could fall and hurt myself he’d jumped up and scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. He slipped precariously, sending us sliding towards the opening, but soon steadied us with a flat hand on the glass. I was too busy swooning to worry. “This is so not how I thought tonight would go,” he muttered under his breath.

His comment made me question whether I would be able to meet his expectations. Jonah must have entertained far more sophisticated bed mates than me.

“No, no, Elvis…” He tugged my bottom lip from between my teeth. “I like that lip too much for you to mutilate it for no reason. I’m having a fantastic time with you.”

“You are?” I exclaimed in surprise.

Jonah chuckled. “Indeed I am. I haven’t had this much fun in ages.” He shoulder bumped me into the middle of the bathroom where we dried off. Jonah graciously pretended not to notice his expensive white towels had turned blue as he chucked them in the laundry basket. We changed the bottom sheet which had turned crusty with dried come and threw that in there too. His cleaner was going to be very busy. Jonah urged me to get under the covers while he popped to the kitchen to fetch us some tea. Jonah Kent was making me tea!

Once we were settled in bed with a nice hot cuppa each, we began to talk. Jonah asked me a million questions about my life. I decided to answer him honestly, because I had no reason to lie. I wasn’t ashamed of my working-class background. If anything, I was proud of my parents and the good life they had given me and my siblings.

“We never had very much, but nor did we go without the important things. Christmas is always such a wonderful time at home. Mum and Dad save the whole year to make it special for us. I’m glad I can afford to help out now. I’ve bought my mum some crazy new UGG boots, and my dad a pair of UGG slippers. Used my staff discount obviously. I wish I could indulge them more.”

“You love your parents very much,” Jonah sounded wistful.

“Of course, I do. Don’t you love yours?” I couldn’t imagine not being close with my family. The mere thought of it made me rub my chest.

Jonah sighed. “It’s a long, boring tale of woe. My family don’t do well with homosexuality. It doesn’t fit in with their upper class standing.”

“Are they very posh?” I tried to copy Jonah’s accent but failed miserably. At least it made him grin.

“I suppose they are. Which makes me posh too. The difference is, I couldn’t give a monkey’s about status, whereas for them, it’s everything. I won’t deny I love being rich, but knowing I made my own money holds greater appeal. I’m entirely independent of my parents, which is just the way we all like it.”

Jonah attempted to sound indifferent, however the slight catch in his voice made my heart squeeze. “What about Christmas? Do you see them?”

“I live in New York for a reason, Elvis. It suits all of us. I’ve no desire to put myself in the same space as any of my family. We barely speak, to be honest.”

“So, what do you do?” I asked, although I suspected I might know the answer.

“Admittedly, it’s no fun being on your own on the holidays, so I volunteer at a shelter for LGBTQ teenagers. It’s all a bit cliché, but I don’t care. I can afford to make sure those kids get everything they need and then some on Christmas Day, because like me, their families have cast them out for being gay. It makes me so angry…” Jonah’s face had turned red with emotion. I was in awe of this amazing man, but also really sad for him. In spite of his fortune, he was lonely.

“And this year?” I asked softly. He shrugged. “The same?” He nodded. I sat up abruptly nearly spilling what was left of my tea. “Come and spend Christmas with us.” Jonah’s eyes went wide. He scrambled to sit up, fighting with the covers.

“Don’t be so impetuous. We’ve known each other for less than a day.”

I gasped. “Don’t you dare judge me.”

“What? I’m not judging you, but you just invited me to your house for Christmas Day. Don’t you think you should ask permission from your parents first?” My mouth hung open. There was so much I wanted to say. ”Stop gaping at me.” He took my mug and placed it on the bedside table next to his.

I swallowed. “The fact that you assume I need permission to invite a friend to my house, speaks volumes.” I threw my hands in the air. “You’re coming. Mum’s turkey stuffing is the best ever. And oh my God, her roast potatoes are orgasmic.”

“Orgasmic potatoes – how can I say no.”

A touch of wryness about his comment prompted me to ask. “Are you taking the piss, Jonah Kent?” In a whoosh of movement, the big man was on his knees between my legs. His hands were palms flat to the wall above me, and his face hovered very close to mine. His tongue licked a stripe from my chin, up my cheek, to my forehead. I moaned.

“You’re being very alpha right now,” I told him.

“I don’t even know what that means,” he replied gruffly.

“There…that growly, dommy attitude,” I chased his lips, but he denied me.

“You’re speaking another language, boy.” I was about to answer, but Jonah was too fast, using his wicked tongue to plug my mouth. My hands flew to his waist. I was already hooked on the feel of his skin and the taste of his kisses. I knew one night wasn’t going to be enough with this man. I didn’t care how successful he was; how many homes he owned, or how much money he made. I had something no amount of wealth could buy; a loving family, and I was determined to share that with him at Christmas.

Jonah kissed me until we were both panting, heaving messes. Our discarded tea had long since gone cold while we feasted on one another. The only thing I was thirsty for was more of his mouth, lips and tongue. I grew bold letting my hands wander up his back, feeling the play of muscles under skin as he moved. My fingers danced down his flesh until they landed on his arse. I squeezed his cheeks, parting them slightly. I desperately wanted to finger his hole; to feel the crinkly skin of his pucker as I brushed it with my thumb pads. I wondered what Jonah tasted like in his darkest places. Rimming wasn’t something I was familiar with, never having given or received that particular sexual act. Previously, the thought of it had made me wrinkle my nose in disdain, yet now I was hungry to experience it all.

Jonah reached behind him to grab one of my hands. I froze. Was he cross? I was on the verge of breaking our kiss to apologise when Jonah took my middle finger and nudged it between his cheeks. He jutted his bottom out to meet my touch, eliciting a groan of pleasure when the tip of my finger breached his hole. I rubbed around his pucker, eager to hear more of his sex noises. Encouraged by his wanton sounds, I used my other hand to push him away from me slightly. Our eyes met. I removed my hand from his butt and brought it to my mouth. I used slow deliberate movements as I sucked greedily on my fingers, getting them wet and sloppy. Jonah’s pupils were dilated with lust, almost completely hiding the chocolatey brown of his irises.

“So, fucking, hot,” he rasped. I hollowed my cheeks as I lapped at my fingers. Jonah knee walked higher up the bed until I felt his hard cock jab me in the chin. He pulled my fingers out of my mouth directing them back to his arse, then he jutted the tip of his cock between my lips. “Suck me,” he demanded. I let my jaw go slack and he pushed his penis into my mouth. I clamped my lips around his hardness and did as he asked. “Ffffffffffff.” Jonah failed to enunciate. I smiled, proud of the effect I had on him. He jerked his hips to remind me to get busy with my fingers. “Ssssshit!” he cried, as I drove two fingers into his tight hole and wriggled them about. Jonah was fucking my mouth while my hand fucked his arse. Just as soon as we found a rhythm, he stopped. “Wait.” His hoarse command made me freeze. Jonah batted my arm from his body and pulled me down the bed without letting his cock fall out of my mouth, then he twisted himself around so that before I could fully comprehend his intention, my own throbbing cock was engulfed in wet heat.

“Gahhhhh,” I garbled around his penis. I was in a sixty-nine with Jonah Kent! My life was complete, or at least it would be if he let me come already. I sucked harder and twirled my tongue to do all the things I imagined would feel good. It must have worked as a burst of salty pre-come hit my tongue. I upped my efforts and was rewarded with Jonah shooting his load down my throat, just as he did something amazing with his mouth that triggered my own climax. “Jesusssssss,” I wailed when he finally let me go.

“Jonah is just fine, thank you,” he joked. “You’re getting your biblical boys mixed up.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. I hoped it looked like it was supposed to. In my head, I was all Roger Moore. “Someone’s playful.”

“No mean feat at…” he looked over to the nightstand, “three in the morning and two orgasms later.”

“Not bad at all for an old man,” I jibed. He poked me in the ribs making me laugh. “No tickling,” I warned him. Of course, he did exactly that, rendering me helpless with giggles. We ended up wrapped in each other’s arms, slowly drifting off. I yawned.

“Time to sleep.” Jonah switched off the lights. I could still see him by a slither of light peeking through his bedroom blinds, although it was all a bit shadowy.

“I don’t want to go to sleep. Tonight’s been so wonderful I don’t want it to end.” I didn’t care if it was too soon to confess my feelings. “If we sleep it’ll soon be morning and this will all be in the past.”

“Hey.” Jonah pulled me in tight to his chest. “This is just the beginning, I promise. I want to see you again, Elvis.”

“Please say you’ll come for Christmas Day?” I tilted my chin up to gauge his expression. I thought I saw longing there. “Please, Jonah. We have crappy crackers with those funny paper hats Mum makes us all wear. The food is heavenly doused by gallons of prosecco all day long. Whiskey if you prefer. Dad insists on us all watching the Queen’s speech, then we play Monopoly around the dining room table. It’s not glamorous, but it’s fun.”

As I said the words aloud, I realised how silly we must sound to an accomplished man such as Jonah Kent. I was forcing him into something he wouldn’t feel comfortable with, just because I had some fantasy about rescuing him from being lonely. I was behaving like an immature fool and the longer he remained silent, the more foolish I felt.

I swung my legs out of the bed. My clothes were sitting in the tumble dryer, so I grabbed one of our discarded towels from the basket and wrapped it around my nakedness. I no longer felt sexy. Jonah’s quiet was unnerving making me desperate to leave. Our beautiful night had turned ugly. “You’re being cruel, Jonah. I want to go home.” I padded out of the room to retrieve my belongings and make my escape.