Kyle’s whole body was lit up with arousal. Every inch of his skin was hypersensitive, especially on his arse where Patrick had spanked him. Cock jutting in front of him, it bobbed as he walked. He hurried, keen to get back to Patrick for the next instalment.

What are you doing? Kyle had never let anyone spank him before; it had never occurred to him that he’d enjoy something like that. But bending over for Patrick had fulfilled some deep instinct he didn’t understand.

Now wasn’t the time to examine it. Patrick was waiting, and Kyle needed to get fucked. This was familiar territory: the craving for a dick in his arse, the urge to be fucked until he came. Nothing about this was new, and it felt safe.

Condom and a bottle of lube in hand, Kyle emerged from the bathroom to see Patrick sitting naked on the sofa. He looked up as Kyle approached, and his body was every bit as hot as Kyle had hoped it would be. Broad shouldered and long-legged he sprawled, one hand wrapped around his generously sized cock. Dark hair dusted his chest and trailed down his stomach in a thickening line that spread out again at his groin.

Patrick’s gaze roved over Kyle too, and the heat in his eyes reassured Kyle that Patrick liked what he saw.

Kyle stopped in front of Patrick, standing between his spread thighs. He watched Patrick’s hand where he stroked himself, foreskin sliding back and forth slowly to reveal the flushed head of his dick. Instinctively Kyle knelt, ignoring the rough concrete floor, and leant forward to kiss Patrick’s balls.

Patrick slid his free hand into Kyle’s hair, stroking gently. “Suck me?”

Only too happy to comply, Kyle drew back, and parted his lips as Patrick guided his cock between them. He tasted salty and it made Kyle’s mouth water as he sucked him down, swirling his tongue to catch all of Patrick’s flavour. The hand in Kyle’s hair gripped tighter and Patrick made a grunt of pleasure as Kyle took him deep. He let Kyle suck him for a minute or so, until his breathing was fast, and his hips were lifting as though of their own accord. Then he said quietly, “That’s enough. Get up here.”

Kyle moved to straddle Patrick’s lap, meeting his gaze for a drawn-out moment before he cupped Patrick’s face in his hands, and they kissed for the first time. It was weird to think that Patrick had licked his arse and he’d sucked Patrick’s dick before they’d exchanged a kiss. Kyle kissed him hungrily, grinding down on Patrick’s cock while Patrick gripped his arse cheeks, spreading them so he could thrust up into his crack. The sensation of Patrick’s dick rubbing over his hole was almost unbearable when Kyle was so desperate to feel him on the inside.

Grabbing blindly for the condom and lube that he’d put down on the sofa cushion, Kyle finally managed to get hold of the condom first. He broke the kiss and tore the condom open, shifting back a little so he could roll it onto Patrick. Then he opened the lube and squeezed some into his palm. He smeared most of it onto Patrick’s cock, and used the remainder around his hole before climbing back into Patrick’s lap and kissing him again. Then, as he lined Patrick’s cock up, he drew back, wanting to see Patrick’s face as he took him, wanting Patrick to see him.

Patrick gazed up at him, eyes dark, and cheeks flushed as Kyle bore down. There was a brief moment of resistance, the usual feeling of impossibility before his body gave in to the pressure. They both gasped as the head of Patrick’s cock slipped inside.

“You okay?” Patrick asked, hands gripping Kyle’s hips like a vice.

“Yeah,” Kyle managed.

Patrick kept absolutely still, letting Kyle set the pace as he slowly lowered himself inch by inch until there was nowhere left to go. With Patrick’s gaze on him he felt too vulnerable so he closed his eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath, and riding out the aching stretch as he started to move slowly. Discomfort morphed into pleasure, and when Patrick curled a hand around Kyle’s cock and coaxed it back to full hardness Kyle opened his eyes and grinned. “God that feels good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm.” Kyle rode Patrick a little faster, enjoying the pressure as Patrick fucked up into him, meeting him in the middle each time. “Is it good for you?”

“Amazing,” Patrick said. “But I’m not going to last very long if you keep up that pace.”

“I’m close too.” But Kyle slowed a little; even though he was desperate to come he didn’t want it to be over too soon. “So, you liked spanking me then?”

A huff of laughter. “Yeah, it was incredibly hot. How was it for you?”

“I never imagined I’d like it. But….”

“But you did?” Patrick stroked Kyle’s dick with a light touch and rubbed his other hand over Kyle’s sensitive buttock, making him gasp.

“I think that was obvious,” he replied breathlessly. With Patrick’s eyes on him, Kyle felt a little self-conscious. It was difficult for Kyle to admit how much he’d loved it.

“Was it the pain you liked?”

“No,” Kyle said immediately. “That’s not what it’s about. Not for me anyway.” He bore down hard on Patrick’s cock, squeezing around it.

Patrick groaned. “God, Kyle… But then what is it about?” Patrick gave a small frown, as though trying to solve a puzzle.

It was hard to find the words to describe it with the distraction of Patrick’s dick in his arse, but Kyle tried to focus and explain. “I liked feeling… naughty, and being vulnerable like that, bent over with my arse bare.” He gasped as Patrick started to thrust faster. “There was an edge of humiliation too, but not in a bad way because it felt playful. I don’t know. It’s difficult to describe.” Just thinking about it made Kyle’s balls draw up, closer to coming. He worked his hips so Patrick’s cock rubbed his prostate with every slide. “Why did you like it?”

“Like you say, it’s hard to pinpoint.” Patrick was breathless, sweat beading on his brow. “But I liked you trusting me enough to do it, and seeing how turned on you were was hot…. Plus your arse looked incredible.” Patrick stroked Kyle’s cock faster. “I think it made me feel possessive, like you belonged to me in that moment.”

His gaze was intense, and the grip of his hand and the thrust of his cock made Kyle groan. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Good.” Patrick grinned. “That’s the general idea…. I’m nearly there too.”

Kyle finally relinquished himself to the pleasure that was building; not holding back anymore, he rode Patrick hard and fast. “Stroke a little harder, yes… like that. Oh fuck!” He came in a blinding rush, spunk shooting between them onto Patrick’s chest and over his fist.

“Fuck yes,” Patrick jerked his hips fast, pushing up into Kyle as though he was trying to climb inside.

“Come on,” Kyle muttered. “Want to feel you.”

Patrick’s face contorted, mouth slack, and eyes rolling as he groaned, and Kyle felt the fluttering pulse of his release. Body protesting and muscles wanting to give up, Kyle squeezed tight around Patrick, imagining he was wringing out the last of his come, until Patrick’s head dropped back on the sofa and he opened his eyes. “Jesus I’m knackered now.”

“I hope it was worth it.” Kyle tried to keep his voice light, hating the sudden rush of insecurity that flooded him. He always felt like this after hook ups, but never normally spent the night with someone after fucking them.

“Definitely.” Patrick put a hand on the back of Kyle’s neck and drew him down. He kissed him once, soft on the lips. “That was incredible.”

Reassured, Kyle smiled. “Yeah. It was. And I’m knackered too. Can we sleep now?”

“Yes.”

It didn’t take long for them to get ready for bed. They shared the bathroom, taking turns to pee and brush their teeth. Kyle wasn’t sure what, if anything, had changed. The intimacy they’d shared seemed to vanish as their clothes went on, and Kyle couldn’t decide whether that was a relief or a disappointment.

“Is it okay if we turn the heater off? I don’t want to leave it on all night,” Patrick asked.

“Sure.” Kyle was already on his way up the ladder to the bed. It was warm up there at the moment, but the covers were cool as he slid between them. A lamp was fixed to the wall over the bed and Kyle turned that on. “Do you care which side you sleep on?”

“No,” Patrick replied.

Kyle moved over next to the wall, leaving the outside free for Patrick. Phone in hand, he lay on his side, facing away as he waited for Patrick to get in beside him. He opened Twitter before remembering there was no signal. Instead he switched to the Kindle app and half-heartedly began reading a murder mystery he’d started a week ago and not really got into.

The creak of the ladder as Patrick climbed up made Kyle’s heart jump up a notch. Keeping his back to Patrick, he felt the dip of the mattress, and then a rush of cooler air as Patrick lifted the duvet and slid in behind Kyle. Patrick shifted around for a moment before lying still with a sigh. “This bed is pretty comfortable.”

“Yeah. It’s not bad.” Tense, Kyle wondered whether he should roll over. It seemed odd to be lying and not touching given what had happened between them earlier, but Patrick was the one who’d got in after Kyle and he was keeping his hands to himself.

Why do you even care?

Normally Kyle was happy to fuck and move on. He rarely spent the night with anyone, and if he did he wasn’t into cuddling. Yet somehow the space between him and Patrick felt all wrong.

Maybe Patrick thought Kyle didn’t want to be touched. Having his back to Patrick probably didn’t make him look approachable. After locking his phone, Kyle slid it under the pillow, and turned onto his side, facing Patrick. He studied Patrick’s profile where he lay on his back, eyes closed. He looked the picture of relaxation, quite unlike Kyle who was tense and unsettled.

“Are you okay?” Kyle asked cautiously.

“Yes, fine. Just tired and ready to sleep. You?” Patrick opened his eyes and glanced sideways.

His expression was hard to read and Kyle wished he knew what Patrick was thinking about what they’d done, but he was afraid to ask. Tomorrow they’d be travelling home and this weird little interlude would be over. It was probably best that he tried to forget about it. “Shall I put the light out?”

“Yes.” Patrick shut his eyes again. Then when Kyle clicked the lamp off, plunging them into darkness, he added, “Goodnight.”

“Night.” Kyle rolled away from Patrick again.

Although his body was exhausted and thoroughly sated, his mind was all over the place. He tried to ignore the cold lump of disappointment that was lodged in his chest. For all Patrick’s talk about connection, he seemed perfectly able to separate sex from emotion. As soon as they’d finished shagging it was like a switch had been flipped and the barriers were back in place between them. If Kyle’s arse hadn’t still been smarting from Patrick’s hand, he might have thought he’d dreamt the whole thing.

Oh well. So what if it had been some of the best sex Kyle had ever had? It was over and done with. He just had to get through tonight and part of tomorrow and then he wouldn’t have to see Patrick till the new year. That would give him time to recalibrate his brain back to the state where he saw Patrick as an annoying git he didn’t give a shit about.

Somehow Kyle must have dropped off to sleep, despite his misgivings, because he woke later, totally disorientated and confused about where the hell he was. Opening his eyes to pitch black and freezing air, he sat up, and bumped his head.

“Ouch.” He lifted his hand to feel the ceiling and suddenly everything came flooding back. He flopped back down onto the bed and pulled the covers up, protecting his body from the chill that had pervaded the room again.

The Lake District.

Snow.

The car.

Patrick.

Spanking.

Fuck.

Patrick stirred beside Kyle, making a snuffling noise, and rolling over. He snuggled close, pressing his face against Kyle’s shoulder. “Cold,” he mumbled.

“Yeah.” Kyle turned away, facing the wall with his back to Patrick.

“Too cold.” Patrick sounded barely awake. He threw an arm around Kyle’s chest and pulled him close, an unwilling little spoon. “C’mere.”

Not wanting to wake him up and risk awkwardness, Kyle let Patrick cuddle him. At first he was tense, burning with discomfort at the uninvited intimacy even though he’d craved contact earlier. Gradually his muscles relaxed, and the comforting warmth of Patrick curled around him lulled his heart into a steady rhythm and slowed his breathing until he drifted back into a dreamless sleep.