Page 57 of True Brit
“You were great today.” Ed’s hand on his face was firm. “So great, Pash.”
Pasha wasn’t sure about that. All he’d done was help out, make endless mugs of tea, and listen to stories about a man he’d never get to know firsthand. “I didn’t exactly do much.” He leaned into the hand that cupped his face, and then turned to press a kiss into Ed’s palm.
“You were here.” Ed’s exhale was slow and deep and steady, as was the way he walked Pasha backward, guiding him across the threshold of their room. He carefully removed Pasha’s glasses before his clothes as he told him just how much his presence mattered. “You’re so good with Joe. Mandy trusts you with him, and that says a whole lot. Mum loves you, too, Pash.”
Pasha knelt on the mattress next to a window that now cast the room in moonlight and stroked himself as Ed stripped. He’d stay here forever, given the chance. No more moving from home to home when it was right here in their bed.
Ed knelt, facing him, his kiss soft until Pasha nipped the fullest part of his lower lip. Their tongues touched, and their shared kiss deepened. Ed pulled away and buried his face in the crook of Pasha’s neck, which muffled his words. “Seeing you with the lads… seeing them accept you right away like that….” He kissed and sucked instead of continuing, teeth and tongue working skin so sensitive that Pasha clung on to stay upright. “They know you’re special to me.”
Pasha didn’t argue. His lips met Ed’s all over again, and this time he cupped Ed’s face as their mouths slid together. They were both breathing heavily when Ed reached for the lube. Hewarmed a shiny palmful before slicking them, looking down as he wrapped his hand around their cocks. When he looked up, his pupils were huge, and the moonlight left his irises silvered.
“Love you,” Ed said as his hand started moving, tight and smooth and so good.
Pasha dug his fingers into Ed’s shoulders in agreement.
Ed pulled pleasure from him, warming him on the inside as much with his words as his actions. His breath against Pasha’s ear was even hotter. “Love you so much, Pash.” His free hand slid from Pasha’s shoulder, following the path of his spine to where it dipped above the swell of his arse. “Love what we’re making here together.” His fingers slipped a little lower before moving away.
Pasha drew back just enough to catch his breath. He pulled in huge lungfuls of air as Ed stroked them faster, gripping Pasha’s hip now, his teeth digging into his lip.
Ed was gorgeous like this, expression so open, hiding nothing from him. It was easy then for Pasha to turn his back and hold on to the low ledge of the window they’d installed together. Easier still to look over his shoulder and let Ed know he felt the same way. He shifted his legs apart in an unspoken invitation that Ed was quick to accept.
They’d practiced this part before. Pasha breathed out at the first touch of Ed’s fingers, and rocked back as soon as they felt good instead of far too thick inside him.
The next part was brand-new, and Ed faltered when Pasha looked over his shoulder. “I’m ready.”
Ed’s kiss was blisteringly hot, as was his body pressed against Pasha’s back when he guided his cock, slick and feeling so wide, where Pasha had never imagined offering. He did so willingly now and tried not to tense when Ed muttered what sounded close to a prayer of thanks in his ear.
Pasha closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to his forearms, breaths coming out in sharp gusts until Ed stilled inside him, deeper than seemed possible. A moment of burning discomfort passed, and Pasha took stock. Months of working up to this moment—one Ed had insisted wasn’t a big deal to him, so Pasha had believed the exact opposite—andthiswas what it felt like?
“Is that it?”
Ed’s chuckle reverberated, inside and out, and Pasha’s breath caught at the sensation. “Oh!”
He exclaimed again, vision speckled when Ed widened his stance, and pulled him onto his lap. Gravity gave him another inch at least, and Pasha grasped tightly at the arm around his chest that held him steady. “Fuck, fuck. Ed.”
Ed’s mouth was on Pasha’s shoulder, his throat, the hinge of his jaw, and he left marks that only added to sensations that were quickly overwhelming. Ed shifted their position, rocking back only slightly, but his cock nudged somewhere inside that had Pasha slamming both hands onto the low window ledge for balance.
“Prostate!” he yelped like Ed couldn’t have guessed, his laughter adding more vibration.
“You’re welcome.” Ed’s voice cracked, and he pulled back very slowly before repeating the same motion. He did so over and over, and the sparks of faint light Pasha had already glimpsed were nothing to what he saw now—like distress flares shooting high above the inky ocean below, their lights only faded slowly.
Each movement Ed made for that first while was a slight surge, a slow tide, a gentle ebb and flow easing Pasha out of his depth. He could drown in pleasure this deep and let the offshore current take him.
Ed shifted so he knelt instead of sitting back on his heels, and his slow movements accelerated. He grasped Pasha at hip and shoulder, pulling him back onto his cock as much as thrusting forward. Then he pushed between Pasha’s shoulder blades so that his head nested safely in their pile of pillows rather than at danger of breaking the glass that each snap of Ed’s hips pushed him close to.
Pasha pressed moans into their bedding and reached between his legs, bypassing his cock, which had regained its hardness, and touching where Ed entered. Ed slowed, rocking his hips back at a snail’s pace so Pasha felt each vein, each slick inch of hot firm flesh, and the fat flare of the head of Ed’s cock stretching him almost too wide just before he pushed back in. Time stood still as he explored where they were joined, seamless like the beams above them, meant to be together this way.
Ed was ready when Pasha began to push back, kneeling upright again, his palm slipping on the pane of glass dividing them from the view over the bay. With one arm around Pasha’s chest and his free hand stroking his cock, Ed got him to the point of climax and fucked him into spilling the truth.
No act, no cameras, just the two of them in the home that they’d built.
“Love this. Love this. Love you.” More breathless sobs than clear speech, Pasha came, held steady now by both of Ed’s arms, and Ed’s orgasm was only a few thrusts behind.
Pasha took Ed’s weight then, palms braced on a ledge in a building that had stood for generations. The view was hazy without his glasses, but Pasha could see what was outside clearly in his mind’s eye.
Gardens, sculptures, and the sea in the far distance were as much part of him now as the man who pressed kisses onto his shoulders, trembling as he did so.
Seagulls would soar overhead in the morning, and they’d both be here to watch them.
The End
