4. Oscar
CHAPTER 4
OSCAR
December was almost here, and business was busier than ever. It had been a hectic month, but despite working sixty-hour weeks, his mother hadn’t let up on trying to marry him off. He had to give her credit for her varied tastes in men. After he’d said Laurence wasn’t his type, she’d assumed he was into younger guys – which was why it was nine o’clock at night and he was sitting across from someone who could only be described as a child.
Theodore Kingsley, from a very well-connected family, was sitting across from him. His hair was immaculate and his eyebrows were plucked within an inch of their lives. He’d ordered a porn star martini and was now sucking seductively on the straw. From what Oscar’s mother had told him, there were only four years between them, but Theodore looked much younger. Anyone watching them might assume Oscar should be on some form of list.
“I never heard what you did for work,” said Oscar.
They had to talk about something. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he was rude on this date as well. There had been another four between Laurence and Theodore, and there was one thing they all had in common – they weren’t Gregory Balfour. That day, when Gregory had fucked him into oblivion over his desk, was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life. Oscar wanted more, but the man was avoiding him. There had been a couple of social gatherings which both their parents had attended, but no sign of Gregory.
Oscar shuffled in his chair, not wanting Theodore to see he was hard from where his thoughts had taken him. He didn’t want to give the wrong impression.
“I have a lot of charity initiatives I’m involved in,” said Theodore, pouting his lips, which Oscar guessed had been pumped with filler.
Charity initiatives were upper-class code for unemployed and living off Mummy and Daddy’s money. Even if Oscar were interested, that would be a huge turn off. He wanted a partner who would work hard for his own success, and not have it handed to him. Perhaps he should find a nice blue-collar worker. He snorted at the thought of the look on his mother’s face.
“What’s so funny?” asked Theodore with one of his overly plucked eyebrows arched.
“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking of something someone said at work.”
“Well, that’s rude.”
“Excuse me?”
“Here I was sharing something that’s important to me and you’re not even listening.” He pouted, which could be cute if he wasn’t so conceited.
Theodore was attractive, and he knew it – probably had men wrapped around his little finger – so Oscar wondered what he was doing here. This date was already a bust, so he may as well ask the question.
“Why did you agree to go on a date with me, Theo?”
“Theodore!”
“Apologies. Theodore.”
“My mother wants to me to settle down, or get a job.”
“I see. Those two things aren’t mutually exclusive, you know. What do you want in a partner?”
“Someone rich, who rails me every night.”
Oscar almost choked on his drink. At least he was honest.
“And you think that’s me?”
“Well, I know you’re rich, and you’re about eight feet tall. I reckon...”
Theodore leaned forward and ran his hand up Oscar’s thigh, cupping his cock, which hardened. He was only human, and someone was touching his dick. Nobody and nothing but his own hand had been near him since Gregory... and now he was getting harder thinking of Gregory railing him again. This only seemed to encourage Theodore further.
Oscar wasn’t averse to topping. Given the way he looked, people made a lot of assumptions, and he could get off by fucking a guy, but it didn’t set his body on fire. Being completely owned by someone else, and all that filthy talk which came out of Gregory’s mouth... Thinking about it was enough to make him come in his pants. Theodore was applying more pressure to his rigid cock. Oscar moved his hand away. Nothing too abrupt, but he shook his head, making it clear nothing was going to happen.
Theodore got the message but didn’t look too happy about it, and before Oscar could say anything, the boy downed his drink and sashayed out of the bar. There was no doubt word would get back to his mother that he’d blown another of her dates, but she needed to stop. Or... he needed to find another solution which would convince her to back off.
Barty Balfour’s twenty-fifth birthday was in a full swing at the family home, and it was pure Barty, in that it was extravagant and tacky. It had to be costing a lot of money. The theme was a masquerade ball, yet it had a seedy edge to it. The home was immaculately decorated – Lavinia Balfour liked to go all out at a party when she was hosting. She was working the room, with her husband Rupert on her arm. Oscar knew they’d lost their wealth, as did many people, but you wouldn’t think it. The woman was dripping with jewels and looked on top of the world as she celebrated her favourite child hitting what was deemed to be an important milestone.
Typically, at twenty-five, someone from good breeding would have a bachelor’s and master’s degree, having also done a gap year doing something which appeared altruistic, such as building a school in the developing world. This would be the moment they entered the workforce, in a job which Daddy had secured for them, and truly become a man. What a load of bollocks it was. Barty may have gone to Oxford, but he’d only scraped a third-class pass for his degree in economics.
The whole thing was a farce, and it was clear Oscar wasn’t welcome here. Based on the look of disgust Rupert Balfour kept shooting his way, Oscar was obviously the villain in the latest instalment of The Barty Show . If it had been anyone else, Barty would be facing a criminal investigation, but Oscar had just sacked him. No appreciation for taking that approach.
Oscar had only come to this party for two reasons. The first being that his mother had asked him to accompany her, given his father was away on one of his frequent business trips. Second, and most importantly, there was a certain buttoned-up geek who Oscar wanted to talk to. Gregory had ignored all attempts from Oscar to contact him over the last few weeks. He’d even resorted to flirting with one of Gregory’s best friends, Paolo. The guy was a masseuse, a very good one, and hot as fuck, but he didn’t push Oscar’s buttons like Gregory did. He’d been hoping his flirtations would get back to Gregory, so he’d storm round to his office and give him an angry dicking again. He could dream! The way Gregory had taken complete control when they’d fucked had given Oscar enough wanking material for a lifetime.
There’d been no sign of Gregory yet, but Oscar knew he would be here. The guy did not like conflict or drama, especially from his family, which is why he let them walk all over him. Oscar had also heard on the grapevine that Barty was still racking up gambling debts. Oscar didn’t mix with the likes of Grant Kincaid, but he knew enough to know he was a man you didn’t cross if you wanted to continue breathing.
“Honey, why are you standing all the way over here?” his mother asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Just people watching, you know me.”
“You mean you’re keeping out of Barty’s way?”
“I don’t think he wants me to be here.”
“Nonsense. I checked with Lavinia, and she said you were most welcome.”
Oscar chuckled, imagining she said exactly that, but it would have been delivered with a sarcastic tone. Something his mother was oblivious to, or ignored.
Victoria Montgomery would be sixty next year, yet she looked ten years younger. That wasn’t Oscar being biased because she was his mother, but because she’d aged gracefully and wasn’t pumped full of filler like Lavinia was. She wore an elegant dress, which wasn’t showing off flesh, and her jewellery complemented her outfit rather than dominating it. There was a subtlety about the way she presented herself. It was just a shame she didn’t apply the same subtlety to her matchmaking skills.
“Oh look, it’s Gregory.”
Oscar’s heart sped up as Gregory came into view, looking fucking edible in a tuxedo. He was scanning the room, an uncomfortable look on his face. When he looked towards Oscar, their eyes met, and there was an immediate flash of heat. There was no mistaking it. But within a second the mask was back on – the unreadable, stoic expression, which Gregory did so well.
His mother waved Gregory over, and being the polite boy he was, he approached with a smile. He kissed her on both cheeks and held his hand out for Oscar to shake, which he did. There was no mistaking the message when Gregory gripped his hand hard; Oscar needed to keep his mouth shut. He couldn’t help but keep his gaze on Gregory as he talked to his mother about the business. She’d always liked Gregory, ever since he was a child.
“I better speak to Barty,” said Gregory.
“Of course,” said Victoria. “And before I forget, happy birthday,” she said in barely a whisper.
What the fuck!
Gregory flushed, but gave a slight smile and a nod to Victoria. He looked at Oscar and his eyes narrowed, but he gave a more formal nod before walking away quickly.
“Is it his birthday today?”
“You don’t remember? He’s a week after Barty.”
That was right; they’d often had joint celebrations when they were younger. As they got older, their interests differed, though. Lavinia had been more than happy to throw two parties, but with Gregory’s falling later on the calendar, his party always had a lower attendance.
When Barty turned eighteen, Gregory was twenty-one a week later, but by then they weren’t speaking to their eldest son. Oscar did not know how he’d celebrated; no doubt with his found family. Those guys were inseparable. It was the sort of friendship group people were envious of. The kind you see on TV shows and want for yourself.
“So, Barty’s birthday was a week ago. Why didn’t they have his party then?”
“Barty wanted to do something with his friends on the day, so Lavinia chose the next available weekend.”
“On the birthday of her other son?” He was incredulous.
“Leave it, Oscar. I know you have a soft spot for Gregory, but don’t cause a scene.”
“I won’t cause a... wait, what do you mean I have a soft spot for Gregory?”
“You two were joined at the hip when you were kids, and even though you drifted apart in secondary school, I knew you were always keeping an eye out for him.”
His face heated with the shame of what he’d done... how wrong she was about his behaviour back then. He needed to get some fresh air, so he excused himself by saying he needed the bathroom.
Stepping outside into the courtyard, there were a couple of people smoking, engrossed in their phones. Oscar walked towards the gardens. They were impressive in the daylight, but given their remote location, at night it was a vast expanse of darkness with the stars twinkling above. Oscar noticed a solitary figure leaning against a tree and knew who it was. He approached slowly, not wanting to startle him.
Given Oscar’s size, it didn’t take long for him to step on a twig, which gave a deafening crack that echoed across the countryside. It made Gregory jump. He turned around, surprised, but his face quickly became a scowl.
“What are you doing here?”
Why did his stern tone go straight to Oscar’s dick?
“Just getting some fresh air,” he smiled, not wanting to give away his dirty thoughts.
“Well, there’s plenty of space out here for you to do that away from me.”
“I just wanted to say happy birthday.”
His features softened for a second, before his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“And I wanted to talk to you.”
“What about?”
“What do you think?”
Gregory’s face was impassive, but his eyes darkened. There was no mistaking it; he remembered what had happened between them as well.
“There’s nothing to talk about. A momentary lapse in judgement. It won’t be happening again.”
That stung a bit, but Oscar would not let Gregory know that. Besides, Oscar was used to getting what he wanted – in business and in pleasure.
“I thought I could give you a birthday treat.” He smiled.
Gregory visibly swallowed. He was feeling it as well... this heat between them. He was about to say something else when Gregory yanked his arm, marching off into the wooded area that surrounded the family home. Aside from the crunch underneath their feet, neither of them made a sound. Gregory stopped at a tree and leaned against it, then pushed on Oscar’s shoulders, the command clear. He dropped to his knees and watched in awe as Gregory pulled out his swollen cock.
It was pitch black, but it was a full moon, so he could see the impressive girth and thick veins. Last time he’d only felt this gorgeous cock as it pummelled into him, but up close, it was fucking stunning.
“No time for window shopping. Open your throat for me.”
It was a command, which made Oscar even harder. It was uncomfortable, being on his knees in tuxedo trousers with a hard on, but he didn’t care. He opened his mouth wide, and Gregory thrust in. It was hard not to gag as it hit the back of this throat, but he was determined to make it good for him. He had this overwhelming urge to please Gregory.
“That’s it. Good boy. Open up wide for me.”
Holy fuck! Oscar was gonna blow in his pants if Gregory kept talking like that.
Gregory started with gentle thrusts, pushing a bit more of his cock down Oscar’s throat each time, almost teasing. Oscar focussed on his breathing, gripping Gregory’s thighs and encouraging him to go deeper with each thrust. He obliged, going harder. Gregory gripped Oscar’s hair so tightly it stung, but the pleasure of having his mouth used was winning the battle.
The thrusts become more frantic. It was clear Gregory was close to the edge, and Oscar couldn’t wait to taste him. He was achingly hard, but he’d deal with his own release later. For now, he was on his knees, happy to serve. He could hear Gregory’s breaths becoming more rapid as his hips snapped back and forth, his meaty cock repeatedly hitting the back of Oscar’s throat.
Oscar was getting a teaser taste as Gregory’s cock continued to leak on his tongue, and he was so overwhelmed with pleasure he didn’t realise at first that Gregory was trying to push him off. He doubled down, wanting to milk him dry, but Gregory was surprisingly strong. Maybe he didn’t want to come yet, so he could fuck Oscar again. The thought made his body shiver in anticipation. Nobody had ever fucked him like that before.
After a firmer push, Oscar released Gregory’s cock from his mouth with a dirty sounding pop. His eyes were watering from the glorious throat fucking he’d just had, so it took him a few seconds to realise Gregory was wanking himself off. The first shot of come hit Oscar in the face, and he instinctively closed his eyes. That stuff stung like a bitch. He could feel the warm fluid covering his face, and Gregory moaned through his release.
There was a shuffling sound, and Oscar felt for his eyes, not wanting to open them before he knew there was no spunk there. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away the mess from his face as best he could, unable to resist having a taste – delicious!
He opened his eyes to see Gregory was all buttoned up like nothing had happened. Gregory patted him on the cheek and gave a brief smile before walking back towards the house, and Oscar fell on his back, not caring what he was doing to his clothes. It was only when he reached down to his crotch that he realised he’d come in his pants whilst being used by Gregory. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing he’d happily do it again, without hesitation.