“Is it okay if I have a shower?”

Kyle was buzzing with restless energy despite a busy day and lots of exercise. Even eating dinner and having a couple of glasses of wine hadn’t made him feel more relaxed. Full of ham and mustard sandwiches and mince pies, by rights he should be pretty sleepy. Instead he was keyed up with sexual tension, desperate to start something, but wanting even more for Patrick to be the instigator.

After the kiss they’d shared earlier Kyle had been knocked off balance. Unexpected and sweet, that kiss had shifted things for Kyle. Before that he was so sure that his only interest in Patrick was sexual. Yet now he felt a pull to Patrick that was something more, something that was exciting and scary at the same time. He didn’t want to question what it meant, so it was easier to focus on the sex part.

Wanting Patrick like that was far less complicated.

By the evening he’d managed to convince himself that all that mattered was his growing attraction to Patrick and the crazy sexual chemistry between them.

Patrick glanced up from the newspaper crossword he’d been doing for the last hour. “Of course.” He went straight back to the puzzle, frowning, and jotting something in the margin of the paper. It was as though last night had never happened, or the kiss that afternoon.

Has he changed his mind?

Burning with frustration, Kyle turned the shower on to warm up, and went back into the main room. He stripped slowly and deliberately, keeping his back to Patrick and hoping he was watching. But as he turned, Patrick was intent on his bloody crossword.

“I thought you liked me naked,” Kyle snapped, finally giving in to his irritation.

“I do,” Patrick said, still not looking up.

“Could have fooled me.” With a huff, Kyle turned on his heel, and flounced towards the bathroom. “I’ll just have a wank in the shower instead.”

“Oh no you won’t.” Patrick’s stern voice had Kyle freezing, hand on the empty doorframe.

“No?” He looked back over his shoulder.

“No. You can wash your dick, but don’t play with it. Only naughty boys masturbate.” There was a hint of playfulness even though Patrick was still trying to sound serious.

A thrill of excitement rippled through Kyle. This was a bit more like it. “What happens if I can’t help myself?”

“You know what happens to naughty boys, Kyle.” Patrick’s lips twitched. He seemed to be having a little trouble taking this seriously.

Kyle didn’t care. His dick was already responding to Patrick’s attempts at discipline. Entering the bathroom, he called back, “Well, okay. But I think it’s going to be hard to resist.”

Patrick’s response came with a chuckle. “That’s what I’m hoping.”

In the shower, Kyle washed the rest of himself quickly, and then focused on his cock. Half-hard, he was sensitive, and the soapy stroke of his hand felt good. Enjoying the game that Patrick had initiated, Kyle gave his cock a very thorough wash, squeezing, and rubbing until he was erect.

When Patrick came in, Kyle pretended to be shocked, and turned away quickly so Patrick would have a view of his arse.

“What are you doing?” Patrick asked. “You’d better not be playing with yourself.”

“I’m not.” Kyle’s dick throbbed and he gave it another stroke. “I’m just washing.”

“I don’t believe you. Show me.”

Enjoying the prickle of shame and guilt that were all part of the role he was playing, Kyle turned slowly, trying to hide his erection with his hands.

“Show me.” The command in Patrick’s voice sent a thrill through Kyle. He dropped his hands to his side and his cock sprung out, hard and obvious, and pointing right at Patrick.

“Just washing, you say?” A disbelieving raise of his eyebrows.

“Yes,” Kyle said. “I couldn’t help getting hard. I’m sorry. It felt too good.” He injected contrition into his tone, meeting Patrick’s gaze sheepishly.

“Did you wash for longer than you needed?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Because you were enjoying it?”

“Yes. It felt so good.” Casting his eyes down to Patrick’s groin, Kyle was gratified to see the bulge there.

“You know what this means, Kyle?”

“Yes.”

“Okay then. Stop the shower, and get yourself dry.” Patrick stood aside so Kyle could get out.

He folded his arms and watched as Kyle obeyed. Heart pounding with excitement, he dried himself. His dick was still hard even though he resisted the urge to do more than give it a cursory rub. When he was done, he stood in front of Patrick. “Where do you want me?”

“Come with me.” Patrick led, Kyle following him into the main room. The heater was on and it was warmer in there than the bathroom. Patrick sat on the sofa and patted his knees. “Over my lap.”

Kyle hesitated for a second, unsure.

“Now!”

Galvanised into movement, Kyle arranged himself a little awkwardly. With Patrick leaning back, he was able to lie across him. But as the sofa was quite small he had to bend his knees, and even then his head and shoulders were still squashed against the other arm of the sofa.

“Hang on, let me….” Patrick used his normal voice, shuffling sideways slightly so Kyle had to fold his legs up even more, but it was more comfortable for his neck. Putting one hand on the small of Kyle’s back, Patrick asked, “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” Kyle’s voice was muffled where his face was pressed into the sofa cushion.

“Right.” Stern Patrick was back. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Kyle. Do you understand why?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me. I want to be sure you know.”

“I masturbated.” Kyle’s cheeks flushed hot. “After you’d told me not to.”

“That’s right. So now I need to spank you. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Kyle tried not to sound too enthusiastic, but suspected he failed. His body was burning for it, skin tingling and primed. Cool air touched his balls and crack where his arse was in the air, exposed, and ready.

The first spank came with no warning, taking Kyle by surprise, and making him gasp with the sting.

“Okay?” Patrick said quietly, “Is that hard enough? Too hard?”

“It’s perfect. More.”

Patrick obliged, spanking him so fast that Kyle lost count. The blows landed on both buttocks and Patrick distributed them so every inch of the skin on Kyle’s arse was burning. “Is this still okay?” he asked, without pausing this time.

“Yeah,” Kyle managed.

Slowing but not stopping, Patrick eased off a little. The slaps were lighter now but with Kyle’s skin so sensitive the change made little difference. Sharp and bright, pleasure and pain mingled on a perfect knife edge.

“You’re such a very bad boy.” Patrick finally stopped spanking, stroking a palm over Kyle’s skin instead. It felt like sandpaper, harsh where Kyle’s nerve endings were alight. “Even when you’re being spanked your cock stays hard. I can feel it poking into me.” He shoved a hand between them and gripped Kyle’s erection in his fist.

Kyle gasped, trapped between the delicious pain of his arse and the sweet squeeze of Patrick’s hand.

“You’re wet too. Leaking precome on my trousers. So dirty.”

Hot shame poured over Kyle like honey. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sorry at all. He was loving every minute of this and it was obvious Patrick was too. Kyle could tell from the gratuitous way his fingers were dipping into Kyle’s crack.

“Such a little slut, over my knee with your arse in the air. What do you want me to do with it?” Patrick rubbed a finger over Kyle’s hole, pressing against the tight muscle as he stroked his cock steadily.

“Yes. Please!” Kyle said, so turned on he was almost mindless with the need for more.

“You want my finger in your arse?”

“Yes.” Kyle pushed up against it shamelessly so his body opened a little, letting the tip inside. It was too dry, and the sting made Kyle clench reflexively, a grunt escaping. “Make it wet.”

Patrick moved his hand, bringing that finger to Kyle’s lips. “You make it wet.” Opening his mouth, Kyle sucked on Patrick’s finger, using his tongue to bathe it. “Good boy.” Patrick brought it back to Kyle’s arse, thrusting it in with a swift movement that forced a groan out of Kyle. “Okay?” Patrick stroked Kyle’s cock with his other hand. “Does that feel good?”

“So good.” Way past the point of any self-consciousness now, Kyle rocked his hips, alternately fucking himself on Patrick’s finger and thrusting his cock into the grip of Patrick’s fist. He suddenly realised that climax was imminent. “I’m close,” he warned, in case Patrick didn’t want him to come yet.

“Of course you are you bad boy,” Patrick said. His voice was soft, not harsh, and full of amused affection. “You love being over my knee like this, having your naughty little arse spanked and fingered while I talk dirty to you.” With that he spat on Kyle’s hole and thrust another finger in, pushing deep.

Kyle cried out and came, cock pulsing in Patrick’s hand as Patrick kept fucking him with his fingers, milking out his orgasm from the inside until Kyle was limp and exhausted. Lying over Patrick’s lap he was dimly aware of Patrick easing his fingers out. Then he felt Patrick’s hand on his buttocks again, a gentle touch this time, fingertips lightly stroking his heated skin.

“I must have got come all over your trousers,” Kyle said. The words were hard to articulate, his brain still scattered and slowly regrouping.

“You did.” Patrick carried on with his idle caressing; not sounding too bothered that Kyle’s come was currently soaking into his jeans.

Finding the energy to twist his head around so he could see Patrick’s face, Kyle asked, “Do you want to… you know. Get off? You can fuck me if you like. Or I could blow you.” It seemed only fair after the mind-blowing orgasm Patrick had just given him.

Patrick smiled. “I won’t say no to either of those suggestions… maybe even a combination of the two. But you can have a breather first. How about we get ready for bed and take it from there?”

“Okay.” Kyle was grateful for the time out. He might not be able to come again even if they left it a little while, but he’d definitely be able to get into it more after some recovery time.

After they’d cleaned up, brushed their teeth, and Patrick had sponged the come out of his trousers with a flannel and hung them to dry, it was time to go to bed. Kyle climbed the ladder first, glad to snuggle under the covers now the heater was off and it was beginning to cool down.

He waited, feeling a little nervous as Patrick finished up in the bathroom. Shifting position slightly, his boxer briefs rubbed the sore skin on his buttocks, and sent a thrill through him as he remembered why they hurt. Reaching down to squeeze his dick, Kyle imagined what they might do together when Patrick joined him in bed.

Kyle listened to the rustling as Patrick undressed and heard the click as the main lights went off. The lamp was on over the bed and once the rest of the room was dark it emphasised the cosiness of the space. The creak of the ladder heralded Patrick’s ascent, and Kyle rolled onto his side to face him as he got under the covers.

“I came prepared.” Patrick reached over Kyle to put something on the shelf behind him. “Lube and a condom.”

“Well remembered.” Kyle smiled and shuffled a little closer.

Patrick moved in for a kiss. He tasted of toothpaste and Patrick’s stubble scratched Kyle’s chin. After the kinkiness of before, the kiss felt chaste in contrast. Sweet and gentle, it made something twist in Kyle’s chest. Their legs tangled together as Patrick moved closer and Kyle could feel the jut of Patrick’s cock against his hip. Arousal grew, a slow swell of longing as Patrick thrust lazily against him, and Kyle’s dick hardened in response.

Both dressed only in underwear, they let their hands roam, exploring the parts of each other’s bodies that they could reach. Kyle stroked the hair on Patrick’s chest, and Patrick ran a hand up the back of Kyle’s thigh, leaving a tingling trail of sensation. When he reached Kyle’s arse he patted it lightly. “Are you sore?” he murmured.

“A little. But in a good way. I like that I can still feel it after.”

Patrick chuckled, kissing Kyle’s neck before claiming his lips again. Deeper and more forceful, their tongues touched for a moment before Patrick backed off and said, “Turn around.”

Kyle moved so his back was towards Patrick, and was rewarded by a trail of kisses across his shoulders as Patrick reached around to rub the bulge in his boxer briefs. “Hard again already?”

“Yep.” Kyle pushed his arse back against Patrick’s erection. “Doesn’t take long if I’m really turned on.”

Patrick tugged down the back of Kyle’s underwear and ran his hands over Kyle’s arse. “Do you think you can come again?”

“Probably.” Kyle pressed back into the touch of Patrick’s hands.

“Can I fuck you? Then if I come before you do, I’ll suck you after.” Patrick moved his hips and Kyle felt hot bare skin. He reached back and guided Patrick’s cock between his thighs.

“Yes. I want you in me.”

Patrick groaned, thrusting into the tight space, cockhead nudging Kyle’s balls. “Like this?”

With the low ceiling, their choices of sexual positions would be somewhat limited, but as they were would work perfectly. “Yeah.” Kyle reached for the lube and passed it back. “Here.”

“God, Kyle. You have such a sexy arse,” Patrick said as he rubbed slippery fingers over Kyle’s hole. “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

He pushed them inside, making Kyle gasp. It felt so good, but Patrick’s cock would be even better. Hot and thick it would fill him perfectly. “Want your cock,” he muttered.

“I’m going to give it to you.” Patrick moved his fingers slowly.

“Soon, please.”

A chuckle. “I love it when you’re impatient. At least you said please this time. Pass me the condom.”

Kyle even opened it ready for him, wanting to speed things up as much as possible. While Patrick rolled it on, Kyle stroked himself, keeping himself on that desperate edge. His hole felt empty with Patrick’s fingers gone and he craved the stretch and fullness that he knew was coming.

“Spread your arse for me.” Patrick nudged Kyle’s crack with the tip of his cock.

Eager to comply, Kyle parted his cheeks, the skin hot and sensitive under his hands.

Patrick pushed the covers down below their waists. “Need to see what I’m doing for a sec.” His cock slid over Kyle’s hole. “Fuck, Kyle, you look hot like that.” Firm pressure, and Kyle braced himself ready, groaning in frustration when Patrick’s cock missed its mark and slid up too far. “Sorry.” More pressure, and then they both groaned in sync as he finally thrust inside.

Kyle closed his eyes, focusing on the overwhelming sensation. Stretch, tightness, a hint of pain but mostly pure, raw pleasure as Patrick slowly withdrew before pushing in even deeper. With Patrick inside him, all the urgency was gone. Kyle could do this for hours. He wrapped his hand around his cock again and stroked, lazy movements to match the unhurried rhythm of their fucking.

“That feel good?” Patrick whispered, warm breath against Kyle’s neck.

“Yeah. For you too?”

Patrick gripped Kyle’s hip as he thrust in again. “Amazing.”

It was impossible for Kyle to judge how much time was passing as Patrick fucked him slowly and thoroughly. Each slide of his cock pushed Kyle a little higher, but the climb was gentle, a gradual edging closer to the peak.

Kyle had never had sex like this before. He’d always been focused on getting off, rushing to the finish. This measured, sensual dance was new to him. It was wonderful, but it scared him because it felt like something more. Each slide of Patrick’s dick was a caress, his hand on Kyle’s hip a gentle anchor, the kisses he pressed to Kyle’s shoulders felt intimate and precious. It was almost a relief when Patrick began to lose control, thrusting faster and more urgently, because this was more like the sort of fuck Kyle was used to.

“I’m close now.” Patrick’s voice was strained and breathless.

“Come,” Kyle said. “I don’t mind. I want you to.” He loved knowing that Patrick was losing control because of him. It made him feel powerful. “You’ll suck me afterwards, right?”

“Fuck yes.” As though he’d been waiting for permission, Patrick slammed into Kyle, hips working frantically until he came, rhythm faltering as he pushed even deeper, and stilled with a groan. He didn’t hang around afterwards. Easing out of Kyle, he guided him onto his back, and kissed him as he fumbled with the condom. That gone, he shuffled back between Kyle’s spread thighs. “Tell me what you like.” He guided Kyle into his mouth and started to suck.

“That’s good.” Kyle put a hand in Patrick’s hair. “Can I have your fingers in me again?” Patrick reached down and pushed them in, curling them at an angle that gave Kyle a shock of pleasure. “Oh shit. Yes. Like that.”

Patrick was really good at sucking dick, and with the hot suction on his cock and Patrick’s long fingers rubbing his prostate, Kyle gave up on trying to hold off. He gripped Patrick’s hair and thrust up into his mouth. “This okay?” he asked. The reply sounded like an affirmative and Patrick seemed to be handling it. “Can I come in your mouth?”

Patrick pulled off long enough to ask, “Any reason you shouldn’t?”

“No.”

“Then yes.” With that, Patrick sucked him deep again and Kyle went for it, fucking Patrick’s mouth while Patrick finger-fucked him until he exploded in a blinding rush of release.

When he came back down to earth he grinned at Patrick who was looking up at him, hair tangled, and cheeks flushed. “Good?” Patrick asked.

“Mmm, yeah. It was okay I guess.”

“Brat.” Patrick rolled his eyes.

Kyle tangled his fingers in Patrick’s hair again and tugged gently. “Come up here so I can kiss you.”

Moving over him, Patrick caged Kyle with his arms as he leant down and kissed him. He tasted of come, the toothpaste long gone. Eventually he broke away to lie beside Kyle with a yawn.

“Lights out?” Kyle suggested.

“Yes. I’m pretty sleepy.”

Kyle was knackered after coming twice. He hit the light switch, plunging them into darkness. “Oh. I forgot to find my underwear.”

“Do you need them?”

“I guess not.” Kyle shuffled around for a moment, trying to get comfortable. “It’s cold though. Maybe I need more than underwear.”

“Here.” Patrick moved closer. “Roll onto your side. No, the other way will be easier to get close. There.” They were spooning again, innocently now. Patrick fitted around Kyle perfectly, with no erection to get in the way. Skin-to-skin, they were soon warm and cosy under the covers, and Kyle was too tired to worry about whether it would be awkward waking up naked in the morning. As long as they were both naked, it couldn’t be too bad.

His last thought before drifting into sleep was that he could get used to this.