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In one long and confident motion, Ryan slid his lips the length of Alex’s shaft, taking him down to the root.
“Oh my god,” Alex ground out above him, as his hands tightened in Ryan’s hair.
Ryan's lips wrapped around Alex’s cock, and he couldn’t help but grin, his eyes narrowing before they closed. He’d give Alex something to really cry out for.
Licking and sucking on the salty head. Lips sliding the length of Alex. Kissing his way down and back up again as all the time Alex groaned and writhed beneath him, his breath ragged. Nuzzling into Alex’s balls Ryan sucked one, then the other, then back again before taking both into his mouth.
“That’s… oh, fuck… Ry-an…fu…”
Ryan looked up. The smallest, briefest glance enough to show a wide-eyed, slack-mouthed Alex. A blissed out Alex. Ryan’s steady, rhythmic suck and draw on Alex’s balls faltered, just for the tiniest of moments. Deep in his chest, Ryan’s heart gave a salute of victory: Alex Love, unwrapped and undone, the best ever Christmas and birthday present all rolled into one and all because ofhim.
Snaking a hand between his legs, Ryan shivered as he wrapped his palm around his own pulsing erection, wet and slick with his own juice. Making a tight tunnel of his fist, his hips slammed hard as he fucked into it. His climax was rising, and he clamped down on the base.
A quiver ran through him. He’d promised himself he’d take care of Alex and no way would he let him down. He let Alex’s balls slip from his mouth, earning himself a whine of protest, which turned to a breathy moan as he slid his lips the length of Alex’s hot, iron-hard shaft. Taking Alex deep, riding him hard with his mouth, his head bobbing he sucked and licked, his movements strong and fast, urging Alex to the finish line.
“Fuck!” With a huge spasm, Alex exploded into Ryan’s mouth, his cock pumping out hot, thick cum.
Ryan clamped his eyes closed as he sucked and sucked, drinking down everything Alex could give him. Pumping harder, his movements savage and relentless, he brought himself to climax, breathless and heart pounding, as he emptied into his hand.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Alex lay on his back breathing hard, his arm slung over his eyes. The storm outside had calmed, but it was nothing to the one raging in his heart.
Strong arms wound themselves around him and unable to resist, Alex fell into them. “I think it might have stopped raining.” His voice sounded far away, puny, and indistinct but how could it not, when his orgasm had melted his brain.
Ryan nuzzled into the back of his neck. “Is that a hint for me to leave? If it is, I’m not taking it.”
Did he want Ryan to go? He didn’t know, but wrung dry and exhausted, he didn’t know very much at all. But, there was something he didn’t just want but needed to know, and now was as good a time as any to get the answer to the question that had picked away at him. Twisting out of Ryan’s embrace, he propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down.
“Why did you push me away when you kissed me? After the meeting in the village hall, I mean?”
“Do we really have to talk about this? Now, of all times?”
Alex said nothing, only stared, keeping all his focus on the man lying next to him. Ryan would talk, whether he wanted to or not. Silence was a vacuum, waiting only to be filled. It was an old trick, learnt years before, and one he barely registered using. But he registered it now, and wielded its full force.
“All right,” Ryan said, barely holding out for even a few seconds. “If you really want to know, it was because I was angry with you and—and, it felt like a way of putting you in your place.”
Alex jerked, Ryan’s words a slap across the face. “So what was this all about? Angry sex to make sure I stayed there?”
“What? No! Fucking hell, Alex. And it wasn’t angry. It was all kinds of things, but it wasn’t that.” Ryan sat up and pushed his hands through his messy hair. It was standing up in little tufts, and Alex curled his fingers into his palms to resist the urge to smooth it down. “There was nothing angry about what just happened. But that kiss, after the meeting… I pushed you away not just to put you in your place, but me too. I was scared that if I carried on kissing you I wouldn’t be able to stop because I’d want more.”
More…Warmth uncoiled in Alex’s heart. He could have more with this man who set a flame alight in him, who’d read him so well when he’d hardly been able to read himself, giving him everything he refused to acknowledge he needed. He felt full, sated, complete and whole. For now, for the next few minutes or hours, or even days. But then there’d be a come down, because there always was, and all he’d be left with would be himself. Alex Love: rich and successful as much as he was poor and a failure in all the ways that mattered.
More. It was a nice thought, but it was nothing but a fantasy. How could there ever be more for him and Ryan when, outside of the little bubble they’d made for themselves for a night, they stood on opposites sides of a chasm so wide it could never be bridged?
Alex turned away and began to get up, the action dismissive but so much easier than meeting Ryan’s steady gaze. A strong hand gripped him around the wrist and pulled him back down with a bump. “What do you think you’re doing? Let me go.” He tried to pull free, but the younger man held fast.
“I want to know why you’ve suddenly gone all prickly on me.”
Alex said nothing, avoiding the questions in Ryan’s eyes.
“Oh, I get it,” Ryan said, his voice clipped. “Sorry to be slow. Mind blowing sex has a habit of doing that to me. You’re regretting what we did, aren’t you?”
“I—don’t think it should happen again.”
Ryan’s grip slackened. “Does that mean you don’t regret it, or that you don’t want it to happen again? Because I’ve got no idea what you mean.”
“For god’s sake, Ryan.” The brief moment of blissed out calm was dead, trampled under the heavy boots of reality. “You’re right, they’re not the same thing. But what you want, what I want, isn’t the point. Who am I, Ryan? Shall I tell you? I don’t want to be your enemy, I’ve never set out to be that whatever you might think, butI amyour adversary. What you want for this house, for the estate, for the Jenkins place isn’t what I want. Our views are opposed on every point. You’re working to defeat me, just as I’m working to defeat you. I’m the man who’s going to throw a bomb into the village, according to you and the rest of the campaign organisers. In the face of all that, don’t you think sex somehow complicates matters? So you tell me, how can we let it happen again?”
