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left a decanter of brandy and two glasses on the small table by the fireplace as he had asked him.
“Brandy, John?”
“Lovely. Danvers abed?”
“Yes, I told him not to wait up, so we won’t be disturbed. Let’s take this upstairs, shall we?” He handed John a glass, poured a generous amount of brandy into it, then his own, and, taking the bottle with them, they made their way up to Robert’s bedroom.
“Will you stay the night?”
“If you don’t mind. It might be dashed difficult getting a cab at this hour.”
“And even more difficult
much
later,” Robert said with a salacious smile.
They raised their glasses then Robert downed his brandy quickly, the sweet, fiery liquor warming his blood. He smiled at John, whose hazel eyes were sparkling from the effects of the brandy, and the wine they had imbibed earlier. He hooked one hand behind John’s neck and leaned in for a kiss. John’s tongue swept over his, the sensual feel of his moist heat laced with the sweetness of the brandy, setting fire to Robert’s senses. Quickly, they set their glasses aside and began pulling at one another’s clothes.
Jackets and shirts were tossed aside, warm, bare flesh was kissed and caressed, mouths
meshed, and tongues tangled in an almost desperate passion. Robert was half carried by John to the bed and flung upon it, John’s hard, lithe body covering Robert’s, his mouth searing Robert’s skin as he traced an erotic pattern over the smoothly muscled chest.
“John,” Robert whispered, his body undulating beneath his handsome lover’s,
stiffening with pleasured shock as John took each nipple lightly between his teeth and teased them to pebbled points.
John grasped Robert’s straining erection at its base and guided the moist head into his
mouth, causing Robert to cry out John’s name this time, his voice hoarse with delirium. He arched his back, driving his cock deeper into John’s mouth, gasping his ecstasy as the muscles at the base of John’s throat contracted around his pulsing flesh.
Desperately, he tugged at John’s hips, urging him to shift position so he could pleasure his lover. John’s soft moan as Robert tongued the glistening head of his erection made Robert smile around the hard flesh. He loved these times he spent with John, and a part of him yearned for a more constant, deeper relationship with the man. John was everything Robert wanted in a companion—if only it wasn’t so damned difficult, not to mention dangerous, for them to be seen together too often. But he wouldn’t think of that, not with John’s naked body pressed to his and his lover’s masculine scent filling his nostrils. Right now, he would give himself over to the fleeting pleasure they could bring one another…
John’s cock pulsed in Robert’s mouth, and a salty essence spilled over his tongue,
inflaming his senses. An overpowering lust made him break away from the warmth of John’s body almost with impatience. He reached for the small bottle of oil he kept in a table drawer near the bed then straddled John’s hips, smearing the oil over John’s hard shaft. His eyes locked on his lover’s, he carefully set the bottle to one side, then slowly eased himself down upon John’s length. The slow-burning pain of penetration was eclipsed by the satisfaction Robert felt watching the expression of pleasure that spread over John’s handsome face.
“Yes, fuck me, John,” he murmured, taking John’s hands in his own. “I want to
remember you, me, like this, until I see you again.”
John placed their clasped hands on Robert’s hips and steadied him as he pushed
upward, driving his cock deep inside Robert, causing the young poet to cry out, to say John’s name over and over as the gentle rhythm they’d begun increased in speed and intensity. He leant forward, taking John’s mouth with his, their lips, breath and tongues fusing in a long, passion-driven kiss. John groaned, his arms tightening about Robert’s torso, his body arching off the bed, sweat-covered muscles straining as he drove himself in and out of Robert’s slick
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heat. The sensation of John’s hot semen surging inside him had Robert gasping his ecstasy into his lover’s mouth, his own release swiftly overwhelming him.
They lay panting in one another’s arms, and Robert was reluctant to pull away from
their embrace, content rather to hold onto the sweet euphoria that enveloped his mind and spirit.
“Come back to London with me,” John whispered after a few minutes had passed, his
lips soft and warm on Robert’s ear. “I hate it that we have such a short time together.”
“I will come and visit you soon,” Robert replied.
“Promise?”
“I promise…”
About the Author
J.P Bowie was born in Scotland and toured British theatres in numerous musical
shows including Stephen Sondheim’s Company.
Emigrated to the States and worked in Las Vegas, Nevada for the magicians Siegfried
and Roy as their Head of Wardrobe at the Mirage Hotel. Currently living in
Henderson, Nevada.
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