Chapter 13 #2
Not wanting to think about Jared, he took hold of Dexter’s hand as they walked into the lobby. The valet would deal with their bags, and would be incredibly insulted if they didn’t let him. Their check-in was seamless, and they were in their suite in less than five minutes.
“What the fuck!” said Dexter, looking around in awe. “How much did this cost?”
Simon pulled him into a kiss. “You know it’s very unbecoming to ask such impertinent questions,” he said, putting on a posh accent.
Dexter chuckled. Simon kissed him again, and it didn’t take long for things to get heated. Simon had things he wanted to show Dexter, though, so he reluctantly had to slow things down, even if the kissing had left them both a little breathless.
“Can I fuck you now?” asked Dexter.
“Patience. I have things to show you first.”
“Is it you on all fours?”
Simon snorted. “I think we’ll need to build up to that position.”
Simon’s cock might be longer, but Dexter’s girth was something else. He wanted to do this, and for them to connect in a way he hadn’t with someone in a long time, but he also wanted to use this weekend to spend time together outside the bedroom.
“We need to get changed.”
“For what?”
“Just put your swimming trunks on and the dressing gown they provided.”
“I didn’t bring any swimming trunks with me. The venue didn’t have a pool.”
“I might have bought you some.”
“I can only imagine.”
Simon opened his case and pulled out the trunks he’d got for them both. His were dark blue, and Dexter’s were bright yellow.
“Really?” he said, holding them up.
“What? You said yellow is your favourite colour.”
“Yeah, but you realise how these are going to look, don’t you?”
Simon wasn’t sure what he meant. Dexter rolled his eyes and then started pulling off his clothes, and Simon stood back, enjoying the show.
Dexter was semi-hard as he pulled his underwear down, and Simon felt his mouth fill with saliva.
He pulled on the tight trunks, stuffing his thickening cock inside.
Simon looked at them and cracked up laughing.
“It’s not funny. You can see the veins through this,” said Dexter.
“It’ll be fine when you’re not hard.”
“If you’re going to be dressed like this as well, then the only thing that’s going to stop me being hard is another orgasm.”
He couldn’t help but smile at the compliment.
“Take the blue ones instead. I’ll wear those.”
“No,” he growled.
“Why not?”
“I’m the only one who gets to see the veins in your cock.”
Simon walked over to him and gave him another kiss. “Now you’ve said that, I don’t want you wearing them either.”
“I’ll get in the pool quickly. I assume there’s a pool?”
“Yes, and a jacuzzi, sauna, and steam room.”
“Ooh fancy.”
“And we have exclusive use for an hour.”
“How? There have to be other people staying here.”
“There are, but we have exclusive use. Then we have spa treatments, dinner, and then we can come back here and . . . follow me.”
He pulled Dexter into their gigantic bathroom, which had a walk-in shower that could easily host an orgy of six guys, and a clawfoot bathtub that could easily hold them both.
“We’ll have a bath together, and then we’ll go to bed and –”
“I get to fuck you!”
“Well, I thought we could just cuddle tonight.”
“You promised.” He pouted.
“I promise it’ll happen this weekend. Just let me spoil you today. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, there’s always tomorrow.”
“Oh, it’s happening. Come on, let’s get you into those tight trunks as well. We can give a few of the old dears a heart attack.”
Simon laughed as Dexter dragged him back into the bedroom.
“You look like you’re floating,” said Simon, as Dexter joined him in the relaxation room.
In the pool and jacuzzi, they’d had to stop kissing before they left a present for the other guests. They hadn’t bothered with the sauna and steam room, though, as the last thing you wanted to do in those places was touch another person, and it was too difficult to keep their hands off each other.
For their massage, they’d both had the lava shells as a couples massage, so were in the same room.
Dexter’s filthy moans throughout the entire experience had made Simon uncomfortable lying on the massage table.
He’d definitely done it on purpose. Simon had then had a foot scrub and pedicure.
Dexter had a facial and head massage, and looked content as he flopped down onto the bed next to Simon.
“Can we just stay here forever, and not have to go back to work?”
“Are you asking me as your boss, or your boyfriend?”
Dexter’s eyes widened at Simon’s words. It was a genuine slip, because that’s how he saw Dexter. Probably not the way he planned to have this conversation, but it was happening now. Simon sat up and took hold of Dexter’s hands.
“I wanted to talk to you about this over dinner, but now’s as good a time as any.
I want us to be more than whatever label we slapped on when we started this.
The last month has been difficult for both of us, but all it’s done is strengthen my feelings for you.
It’s not just the chemistry we have in the bedroom – which is the best I’ve had with anyone, ever – it’s your kind heart, and how you always look out for your team and nurture them.
How much you love your mum. Your brilliant mind in approaching problems, and how you always want the best for other people.
You’re a selfless and wonderful person, Dexter Trantor.
Just forget all the HR bureaucracy for a second and answer one question. Will you be my boyfriend, officially?”
Dexter had tears streaming down his face, but he was smiling.
He went to speak, but got choked up, so he just nodded eagerly like a puppy.
Simon kissed his hand before leaning over and taking his lips.
He’d wanted to tell Dexter he loved him, and he would.
He was sure Dexter felt the same way, but he didn’t want to overwhelm him just yet, and they still had the HR headache to deal with when they got back home. But that was a problem for Monday.
Simon felt apprehensive when Dexter walked in from the bathroom, drying his hair and with his meaty cock swinging between his legs.
“Are you ready for the traffic cone?” he asked with a grin.
“The what?”
“Well, it gets thicker at the bottom, and I’m ginger.”
Simon cracked up laughing. “How long have you been calling it that?” he asked, whilst trying to breathe.
“I didn’t come up with it. Some guy did.”
Simon growled involuntarily.
“What was that for?”
“I don’t want to think about you with other men. You’re mine.”
“I’ve been with women as well, you know.”
“Haven’t we all?” said Simon.
“What? You never said you’d slept with women.”
“I was a confused and horny teenager. Then I experienced my first cock and never looked back.”
“Well, now you get to experience your first traffic cone.”
“You need to stop saying that. I saw this eighties porn film once, and there was a guy in a motorcycle helmet who sat on a traffic cone.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep, fisting was the foreplay.”
“Wow. Have you still got it?”
“No. It was on videotape.”
“Ah. The olden times.”
“Are you going to keep being a smart arse, or come over here and fuck me?”
Dexter stalked over to him like a neanderthal, before jumping onto the bed, making them both laugh. Simon couldn’t remember ever having this much fun in the bedroom with someone.
They kissed for a while. With hands roaming everywhere, Simon relaxed into Dexter’s touch.
He moved down Simon’s body, biting his nipples and grazing his teeth against his abs, before licking the length of his cock.
He was already rock hard, and Dexter took him to the back of his throat with ease.
His boyfriend had been getting a lot of practice. His boyfriend? It was official now.
“Turn over,” said Dexter breathlessly.
It was a vulnerable position to be in, and something Simon knew he’d only do for someone he loved. When he’d been young and horny, he’d been up for anything. He’d learnt what he liked, and that was to focus on giving his partner pleasure. Tonight, Dexter was in control.
He felt Dexter’s warm wet tongue lick against his hole.
It had been a long time since someone had done that, and he’d forgotten how amazing it felt.
All those nerve endings being stimulated.
He could feel the hair standing up on his body.
He focussed on breathing and getting his body to relax.
It was hard not to be nervous, and the tenser he was, the more difficult it would be.
Simon wanted Dexter to enjoy this – and himself of course. Nobody was that altruistic.
Dexter spent a good ten minutes working on opening him up, switching between his tongue and fingers before it was just the latter. His fingers were lubed up and he had two inside him, although he was finding it uncomfortable. Maybe he just needed to bite the bullet and get that dick inside him.
“I’m ready,” said Simon. Well, at least he thought he spoke. Breathing was his primary focus right now.
Dexter snorted. “My fingers are about a quarter of the way in, and they feel like they’re in a vice. I’d be lucky if I could get a toothpick in here right now.”
Simon laughed, and then . . . “Fuuuuk!”
Dexter had used Simon’s body relaxing from laughing to his advantage and pushed his fingers in further.
He kissed and gently bit Simon’s cheeks, stroking his lower back.
Simon was always diligent when he prepped Dexter, so he couldn’t complain the man was following his example, even if it was frustrating.