The sun was streaming through the window and there was someone knocking at the door.
"Your house." Pir muttered, pulling the duvet over his head.
"Cheers." Bay smiled.
He ran his hand along Pir's back, then clambered out of bed, pulling himself into something decent as he stumbled up the hallway. Pir could hear some talking and also the wheezy barking of Caddy. A moment later and he heard a spray, then caught a whiff of vanilla as Bay crawled back into bed.
"Nice aftershave." Pir smiled, pulling him into a kiss.
"Glyn again!" Bay smiled. "Men smell apparently and two men locked in a flat for a weekend smell even more! So now we have Eau de l'Homme and Baked Vanilla and Apple."
"Lovely. Did she want anything else apart from air freshening?"
"She's gone to buy breakfast. We are due there in an hour. Doesn't do to be late, she'll come back with another air freshener!"
"An hour?" Pir said pulling the duvet up over their heads. "Half an hour in the bathroom, that leaves you half an hour to finish my weekend off with a flourish!"
"A flourish, heh?" Bay muttered as he rolled onto Pir. "We've got a drawer full of condoms, I think I can produce a flourish or two if you wish?"
"I'm wishing!" Pir smiled as Bay pulled him into a kiss then slipped slowly down his body.
He kissed straight down his chest and belly, finally settling between his legs, licking and kissing his way around Pir's balls and growing dick. His hand snaked up the bed and Pir pushed the lube into it without being asked. the hand vanished back down and a moment later Bay took his dick into his mouth and began pushing fingers into his backside.
Pir smiled.
This had been an unexpected weekend.
He had come to the party looking for sex at the end of the day, and he had certainly found plenty of that! Not necessarily the sex he had planned for, but more than adequate. And he had answered an age old question.
Sex with guys was fun!
He had always wondered and secretly hoped. Walking straight into a gay bar, pardon the pun, was not his style though, so finding Bay like this... it made the whole experience more realistic, somehow. And now, now he could go home knowing that if there were no women wanting him he could find a guy and, conversely, if there were no guys, he could find a woman.
The best of both.
Jumping into the green grass on both sides of the fence.
He laughed out loud at that one.
"What?" Bay asked, slipping off his cock and looking up at him from under the duvet.
"Nothing, sorry!" Pir smiled. "I was just remembering the weekend."
"And it was funny?"
"I came to London as a straight man..." Pir reminded him.
"Oh, yeah." Bay smiled. "And then you fell into my clutches. Mwa-hah-hah!"
"Yeah, yeah, lover. Get back on with the flourish!"
"You are so going to..." Pir pulled the duvet back down over his head and muffled out the rest of the sentence.
Bay settled back onto his cock. Rolling up and down, massaging his balls. Pir could feel the release coming and reached down and stoked Bay's head, running his fingers around the man's ears, under his chin...
And then...
Sharp intake of breathe as he came. And Bay took him right down, only releasing him when Pir could stand no more and battered him on the head. Bay threw off the duvet laughing.
"Big balls and overly sensitive dick. Nice." He smiled. "Ready for part the second?"
"Ready." Pir smiled.
Bay pulled him up so his back was resting on his thighs. He leant forward, sitting up on his knees and slid straight into Pir. He began rocking back and forth, and Pir settled into the new sensations once more. His dick was already rising, and he began stroking himself to a second release as Bay rocked into and out of him.
And he was enjoying this!
Another unexpected surprise from this weekend. He liked having his arse pounded by a good looking man! There you go. He was gay. At least while he was with Bay, anyway. And a relationship with this man would be fun because that was what they both wanted: fun.
He would come back at the end of the month for the Wireless Festival in Hyde Park, then at the end of the month after Reading or Leeds Festival. Perfect. Guaranteed sex for the next two months. Certainly better odds than he had at the start of the weekend.
Bay began pumping faster, and Pir followed suit, working his own dick in rhythm with Bay.
And then Bay came, he pushed deep into Pir, face screwed shut and a smile playing across his mouth. His neck and face flushed and, a moment later, Pir came again as well.
"Ah!" He cried.
"Exactly." Bay laughed, falling forward onto Pir. "Enough of a flourish for you?"
"Perfect." Pir smiled as he pulled Bay into a kiss. "Shower?" He added when they came up for air.
"Shower and condom flushing." Bay said.
"Oh yeah!" Pir laughed. "Forgot about your dog's fetish!"
"Yeah. Just my luck he'd take the bloody thing over to Granny Glyn. I would have to kill myself then!"
"You and me both!" Pir laughed as they rolled onto the floor and pulled themselves into the bathroom.
They stood inside the spacious elegance of Euston Station, waiting at the end of the concourse for Pir's train. Coffees in hand.
"I put my number in your phone." Bay said as they stared up at the huge sign, waiting for the train to be given a gate.
"Thanks." Pir smiled through the steam of the coffee. "You want me to post your pants back?"
"Right!" Bay laughed. "Keep them. I like the idea that some of my underwear is at your place."
"And mine at yours."
"I'll wash and frame them!" Bay smiled. "A tribute to the best sex this year!"
"Gee, thanks." Pir laughed. "I'll call you when I get home, yes?"
"And as often after that as you want." Bay whispered.
"Don't worry." Pir smiled. "I won't forget you. And you're taking me out at the end of the month."
"Planning it already!"
"Good. And if you are still good at the end of the month..."
"What?"
"I might keep you." Pir said.
"Then I'd better be good." Bay smiled.
"Oh, here we go. Platform 2." Pir said as people began to surge towards the automatic barrier. "I'll call you later, OK?"
"OK." Bay said, and he pulled Pir into a hug. "Take care."
"And you."
And then he was off, through the barrier and across to the waiting train. It was Sunday so it wasn't too full and he found a seat in the first carriage, looking back to the concourse, but Bay had already gone. A moment later and his phone beeped.
U mke dis so hard!
It was Bay.
Y?
Dis ment 2 b fun. U mke me want serious!
Yeah. A month 2 c wot we feel like.
A month. B waitin 4 u
B waitin 2.
And he would. Wouldn't he?
He hadn't come here wanting a relationship, and, apart from his moving down here, he didn't have one now. But Bay was fun. Sex had become so serious of late. Each time like a performance at which anything less than a standing ovation wasn't good enough. With Bay it hadn't been like that. It had happened, as if it were part of the conversation.
That was sweet.
But it wasn't a relationship.
And, as Bay said, the distance would kill any relationship between them. The distance and the travelling. Pir's car wouldn't make it to London and back without serious attention, and travelling by train once or twice a week... It would pall for both of them.
At least this way they could laugh, and it looked like they both needed to do that.
Pir pulled out his phone again and texted Jane.
How u doin?
A few moments later and she came back to him.
Who u?
Haha! Where u?
Home. u?
Train in London. B hom in hour.
Want food?
Yes. Nandos?
K. Meet u at station?
K.
Jane would understand. And if she didn't at least it would clarify the whole thing for him. There was still a chance he was thinking with his balls, after all. Jane would put everything into perspective. She always did.
They had met at an insurance company they had both worked for five or so years back and hit it off straight away. They were friends and, yes, occasionally they fucked - only not too often of late. Jane had fallen for a guy she had met at a club, a soldier, and was now completely smitten. And he, he had fallen into a sex desert - although Bay seemed to have rescued him from that.
Let's hope he didn't turn out to be just an oasis...
Too many metaphors!
And Pir laughed again.
He fished around in his coat and plugged the earphones into the phone, flicking on the first album he found. Sarah Jason: 'Dreamstalking'. The train pulled out of the platform and he settled into the music. Closing his eyes as the memories of Bay and their weekend came back to him.