Teaching Teacher

Chapter Seven

Ruari watched Seb as he walked down the street. He admired the way he moved—confident, tall, no swagger, but oh, that ass. My partner. The thought filled him with satisfaction. My love, my lover, and if I'm being honest, my life. He knew with a startling clarity that if it were a choice between the pub or with being with Seb, then he would walk away from his livelihood without a second glance. He would always want to.

Seb had turned the corner as Ruari saw the brewery lorry enter the street and pull up beside where he stood on the pavement. Ah well, back to reality. He unlocked the door and switched off the alarm.

"Hear you had a bit of bother the other night," the drayman remarked cheerfully as he rolled the barrels to the cellar. "And got a new fella. 'Bout time too, if you ask me. Stops you being a miserable old git." He laughed to show there was no malice in his words. "New dominie, isn't he? Our Michelle says he's lovely, a real gentleman and a great teacher. And according to her firm but fair. Probably not to them as he is to you, though." He grinned and winked and then went on soberly, "And what's all this about that twerp Damien being taken in for questioning? No way could they think he had a hand in that nasty trick on Friday. He's too wet. That was vindictive and potentially bloody dangerous. Mad. You take care, Red. There are a lot of people backing you, and they're not all gay. Hell, even I drink in here, and I'm not gay, as you know. The wife would have something to say about it if I was. But someone's got it in for you and the pub, so watch your back."

That was the problem of having lived in a small town most of his life, Ruari thought as he stacked shelves. Everybody knew all your business. No place to hide. But conversely, if anyone did know who was responsible for Friday's debacle, someone else would find out sooner or later and let him or Struan know. For now, just work.

He was just deciding if he had time for a quick coffee before opening up when his mobile rang. He checked caller display. Unknown number. Had Seb noted his number earlier? He couldn't remember.

"Hello"

"Fornicator. Male whore." The voice was male, low, and probably disguised.

"Yeah, yeah. Who are you, asshole? Scared to be a real person, eh? Scared to talk to my face? Butt out." He pressed the Off button. It rang again. This time there was a name displayed. Seb.

"Hi." He greeted Seb, hoping the love he had for him showed in his voice.

"Hi back. Shit, guess what?" Seb's voice was warm. Caramel and chocolate smooth, hitting Ruari with a tingle of awareness.

"That's what I was going to say," Ruari said. "You go first."

"My secretary, Mrs. Clifford, came up to me before assembly to ask me to sign a petition."

"And?" Although by the way Seb was speaking it wasn't for Save the Whales.

"She wanted me to sign a petition for C.A.U.B."

" What? That load of shit? And she's one of them? And working for you." He couldn't help himself; he started to laugh. "What the fuck did you say, love?"

He could hear the smile in Seb's voice. "Told her I was one of the perverts she was talking about, my partner owned the pub she was trying to close down, and the police would be mighty interested in her movements and whereabouts on Friday night. And added she needed to watch out because a lot of discrimination was illegal. She spluttered, and I rang Struan. He's in with her now."

"Phew." Ruari was somewhat taken aback. "Well, I was just about to ring Struan myself." Briefly he explained about the phone call. He heard a bell in the background as he finished speaking.

"Bollocks. What next?" Seb asked rhetorically. "Hell, that's the end of break. I've got to go. Take care, love."

"And you, love." Ruari switched off the phone. Shit, time to open. He'd ring Struan as soon as he had a second.

He didn't have to. Around an hour later, Struan walked in.

"The man himself," Ruari said. "You've saved me a call. You'll need to hold on a minute or two until Andy comes in. He'll not be long. Want a coffee?"

"That'd be good. Thanks, Red." Struan perched on a stool by the bar. "Two sugars."

Ruari looked significantly at Struan's ample middle.

"Ach, well, Red, you know how good food sticks. Damn I need that sugar today. I think it's going to be a long one. But for goodness’ sake, don't tell Julia. She's determined to get me back into my wedding suit this summer." If he'd said she was going to cut off his cock, he couldn't have sounded gloomier.

Struan's attitude went a long way toward cheering Ruari up. A text simply saying Keep it up…for me, xx went a lot more. He was smiling as he finally grabbed a cup of coffee and walked across to where Struan was sitting, reading something in a notebook. He looked up as Ruari reached him.

"Ah, Red, d'you think we could command the snug for a while? Bit more private. If not, we could go upstairs."

Ruari nodded. "Upstairs, then. I don't want your ugly mug putting off the punters." He waved at Andy and touched his phone. Andy nodded his understanding and went back to pulling pints for the early doors’ customers.

"Well, then?" Ruari sat on the settee and watched as Struan lowered myself into a recliner chair with a sigh of pleasure.

"Love this chair, Red. If you're moving and don't want it, give me first refusal, will you?"

Ruari laughed. He had something very interesting in mind for that chair, and it didn't include Struan.

"Bloody hell. Red, when you stir it up, you don't half go stirring it well," Struan began. "What a hornet's nest."

"How? All I've done is run a good multi-sexually orientated bar with very little trouble. How have I stirred anything up?"

Struan sighed. "Mainly I think because you're so successful. People, some people, can't come to terms with that, especially as you've never hidden the fact you're gay."

"Well, why should I?" Ruari was truculent. "I don't push my beliefs on to anyone else."

"Red, I know that." Struan went for placating; he only half managed it. "But success always brings enemies. You, for instance, had a right old time when you were younger. Then came out as gay and opened a very successful pub that welcomes gays. That unfortunately gives some people even more ammunition against you. This C.A.U.B. lot for instance, and that loony Alan Corbett. The sods are careful not to break the law. The minute they do, I'll have them all. Until then, you're right up their street. Well, not you, rather anti-you."

"Well, I can't help their screwy ideas," Ruari said. His blood pressure rose as he thought of some of the things that had been said to him over the years. "But if one of them threatened me, my family, or my livelihood, I'll screw them. Head first into the ground. After I've beaten the fucking daylights out of them."

"Now, Red." Struan shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "I'll be hoping I never have to remember you said that."

"Yeah, well, I'm speaking hypothetically," Ruari replied knowing full well there was more than a grain of truth in his statement. "But for fuck's sake, Struan, they've got a few screws loose. What are you and the police going to do about them? And while we're at it, that secretary of Seb's? Was she the one who tried to fuck up my life?"

"Your language gets worse as you get older," Struan reprimanded him, ignoring the way his name was growled in warning. "No, it wasn't her. She was at a meeting with a lot of other women in Edinburgh. So, no way she could have nipped out and taped over the alarm. You know." He elaborated as Ruari looked blank. "The Scottish Women's Rural Institute. Your mum goes, although this one was for plain bakers to improve, evidently."

"Not my mum, then. She thinks her baking is perfect. Well, it is, damn it. Never eaten a better sponge than my mum's."

Struan nodded, probably realizing Ruari was letting off steam by his ramblings.

"And I don't think it was your mum either, who came in and taped up the thing. She was at home eating a takeaway with your dad."

"You checked up on her. Brave man. Bet that didn't go down very well."

"Not a lot, no. She's not my greatest fan, shall I say. We're still checking out some others. I'll maybe be asking you if any of you or your staff recognize some people as having been in here at some point. I'll let you know. But for now," he paused.

"I know. Don't stop here overnight. Take the car," Ruari parroted. "Yes, Struan, I promise. Hell, my private life has just taken a massive turn for the better. Do you think I'm going to do anything to jeopardize that? No fucking chance."

"Well said, Red." Struan didn't take offense at Ruari's belligerent tone. "Just keep remembering you said it, and we stand a good chance of sorting this out without bloodshed. Now, I'm off to speak to the mad poet." He stood up, and Ruari followed his lead.

"I need to get some stuff to take home to Seb's." With a warm sensation inside, Ruari realized he said to take home. "I've checked the door to the street is locked, and no one can get through the other one without going through Andy. And as a six foot four, fifteen stone rugby player, that's difficult."

Struan chuckled. "Right enough, Red. Okay. Speak soon." He left, and Ruari heard his heavy footsteps descending the stairs.

Ruari gathered a few clothes and books that he wanted to take to—yes, he was going to say it—to home. He checked the state of the fridge, cleared out everything on its way out, and tied the bin bag, ready to throw it away downstairs. Right. Now for something nice.

He pulled out his phone. Time to answer Seb's text.

His phone bleeped. All okay down here, boss. Did you know someone has started a 'don't diss our pub and its owner' site on Facebook? Lots of supporters. Take a look when you can.

He couldn't help it. Afterward he wondered if it had been cathartic. He cried, tears running unashamedly down his cheeks. This need to blubber was becoming a habit. One he didn't want. He washed his face and realized just how long he'd been away from the bar, leaving Andy to cope on his own.

Texting Seb would have to wait. God, he so wished he could just hear his lover's voice. Just one small word. Or three. The ones to reassure him. Like I love you .

***

Never had a day seemed so long. Seb was tired, irritable, and wanted to be anywhere other than where he was. Which was answering the phone, dealing with all the things the absent Mrs. Clifford usually dealt with. To whit, a lot of silly requests, letters, and demands. Several times he was about to get his phone out and try to call Ruari and was interrupted before he had even pressed a button. Well, come hell or high water, he was going to ring somehow. A measly text was not enough.

A knock on the door interrupted his mutterings. Probably just as well.

"Come in," he called. He walked behind his desk, and turned toward the door as it opened. Stacy McGregor walked in and closed the door behind her.

"Door open, Stacy," he said quietly, wondering what on earth she wanted.

She smiled and did as he asked. He saw two of her friends waiting in the outer office.

"They're not coming in?"

She shook her head. "I wanted to say thank you."

"For?" he queried. This day was becoming more surreal by the moment.

"For standing up to my mum. For loving my brother. For being there when he needed someone."

Phew. Heavy stuff from an eighteen-year-old. And how did she know everything anyway? He asked the question.

"Mum was muttering. Dad placating," Stacy explained. "Then I met Struan and asked him about the Indian restaurant episode. And Lindy's dad is a fireman. So then I asked Hamish where Ruari was, and he told me. So, thank you. I love my brother, Mr. Keo. He's the best, whether he is straight, gay, or bi. It doesn't matter. He's my big brother, always there for me, and I love him."

Well, what could he say? "So do I, Stacy," he murmured just loud enough for her to hear. "So do I."

Seb flopped into his chair after Stacy left with a plea to be invited to visit them both. He had told her firmly to ask her brother. Who he decided resolutely he was going to speak to at that moment. Whatever else needed doing would have to wait. Impatient, he scrolled up the number and pressed the call button.

"Hi, love." Ruari's voice was affectionate. He must have been holding his phone in his hands from the way he answered so quickly "How's the great world of teaching going?"

"Crap. How's the booze? Save me some, for goodness’ sake."

"That bad? What's up?"

"Unfortunately, not me," Seb said. He felt better as Ruari chuckled. "Although hearing your voice has given tired areas a new lease of life. And that's as graphic as I can go at the moment. What with no secretary, police visits, and never-ending phone calls, it's been chaos. I'm teaching this afternoon, so it's going to be 'you are volunteering' among the staff to be the message takers. And not only that, I've just had a very interesting visitor. Your sister."

"Stacy? Why?" Ruari sounded worried.

"Calm down, love. Nothing awful. To the contrary. She came to say thank you to me." He paused. "For loving you."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. He began to worry. He was about to speak when Ruari began to talk. "Hell. Well, fuck me."

"Oh, I will, I just wish I could describe how. Unfortunately, however, I can't. But hold that thought." Seb did his best to make his voice low and seductive. He hoped he affected Ruari even half as much as the thoughts he experienced were affecting him. "Shit, Ru, I'm going to have to go. I just needed to hear your voice and warn you Stacy will be ringing you. She wants to come and visit. It's fine by me, but you need to agree as well, so I told her to ask you. Anyway, please take care. I'll see you later. I love you."

He hung up, a few seconds later, happier, and with Ruari's, "Holding thoughts, getting horny and loving you," still in his mind.

A text came in as he left the office to go to the staff room to collect volunteers and let them know exactly what was happening had him wishing it was time to leave.

You can't be explicit, but I can. Get ready for sex text. Or even phone sex. Hold that thought. xx

Wow. Yes, please, and I'm holding that thought .

Never had an afternoon dragged so much. If he hadn't been such a good teacher, who took so much pride in how he taught, then his pupils would have been shortchanged. As it was, Seb was still conscious that a part of his mind was not on teaching. Well, not these pupils anyway.

The staff meeting after school and the meeting with the governors were as brief as he could make them without being impolite. He knew he had better inform the governors just what was going on both at school and in his private life.

"We do appreciate you filling us in, though," he was told. "Also please keep us up to date about Mrs. Clifford and this worrying C.A.U.B. thing." Dr. Armstrong, chairman of the board of governors, smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "And now away you go. It sounds like you've had a day and a half."

He was pleased with the support he received after being assured his private life was just that. "That's for sure," Seb said. "What a start to the week. Well, surely it can only get better. I still haven't had a message from Mrs. Clifford, though. I have a notion she'll not be in this week, but we'll see."

And that was something he wasn't going to think about until tomorrow at the earliest, he told himself firmly as he locked his office and left the building. Tonight was for him and Ruari alone. No one else. They were going to have time together.

When he got to the bar, and saw Hamish deep in conversation with Ruari, he thought his plans were about to be derailed before they began. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized Hamish was only there because he had come in with Dan as he started his shift. Ruari smiled as Seb walked over and leaned in for a kiss.

"Long day?" he asked sympathetically, obviously seeing the strain in Seb's eyes. "I'm about ready to go. Okay, Dan?"

Dan nodded. "Go. Relax or something. Actually, it's probably best to do the or something."

Seb nodded. "I'll second that.” He took hold of Ruari's hand. "Say good night, Ru."

"Good night, Ru," Ruari repeated deliberately, laughing. "Cheers, Dan. See you tomorrow."

"Uh-huh." Dan shook his head. "I'm having tomorrow off. And Thursday. You're going to take the weekend off."

"I am?" Ruari was confused. "I thought it was your weekend off?"

"I need to change. Hamish has got to work. Didn't think you'd mind." Seb caught the infinitesimal wink. Ruari didn't.

"Fine. Well, I'll see you on Wednesday, then."

"Yup. Now go before we get busy and you decide to stay."

"Good idea." Seb took his arm and began to draw him toward the door. "Bye, all."

They were outside the door in seconds. Ruari began to laugh. "I could do with you to get the punters out after last orders."

"Anytime, if it gets us home earlier."

They reached the car, and Seb moved to the passenger side. "You want to drive?" he asked. "I'm knackered."

"Sure. Then maybe you can regain some strength for later."

Seb lay back in the seat and closed his eyes. "Sounds good to me."

"Seatbelt." Ruari stretched over him and fastened his seatbelt. Ruari's hand brush gently over his crotch, and Seb sighed.

"Now that's encouragement, if anything is. Though, I'll need more. Much, much more." He opened one eye and looked at Ruari as they drove off.

"When we get home," Ruari answered, and winked.

"Take you up on that." Seb yawned. "Fuck. Sorry, love. But what a day."

"No problem. Soon be home."

Once at the cottage, Ruari took charge. Seb found himself in the bath, a glass of red wine on the rim, and chill-out music playing quietly. He stretched out under the water and relaxed. The music flowed effortlessly from one piece to the next. Gradually, he noticed the tension leave his body as the wine in the glass lowered. By the time Ruari came back into the bathroom, Seb reckoned he was almost human again. And horny.

"Gonna join me in here?" he asked. "I always knew there was a reason for getting a double-sized bath."

Ruari topped up his wineglass for him and put his own glass next to it.

"Thought you'd never ask." He pulled his T-shirt over his head as he spoke. Seb watched admiringly as Ruari's jeans followed.

"Now that's what I call welcoming," Ruari remarked as he stepped into the water. Seb moved his legs to give him room, and his penis bobbed up in the water to show its appreciation.

Seb hardened as he settled Ruari between his legs. He brought Ruari's back tight up against him, allowing his cock to tease and tantalize Ruari's ass.

Ruari wriggled, looked over his shoulder, and grinned. "Like that, do you, Dom?" he asked with a saucy smile on his face. "Oh, I think you do. Well, he does. Definitely he's really up for it."

True enough. "Like it. Love it, love you. Want more. Come on. Stand up." Seb moved Ruari forward far enough to stand. The water sloshed about as he pulled Ruari upright.

"Shortest bath on record. I'm hardly wet."

Seb threw him a towel. "Oh, don't worry about that. I guarantee to get you wet. Very, very wet."

"Mmm.” Ruari dropped the towel and pulled on each of Seb's nipple rings in turn.

"Oh, love, that is fucking glorious." Seb groaned at the awareness flowing through his body. His cock reacted just as he hoped. "I want my cock in your ass, Ru. I want all of you. I want to take you, fill you, surround you. Show you how much I love you." He lifted Ruari's head so he could kiss him and let their tongues meet and mate. Seb gloried in the response from Ruari, who murmured under his breath. Seb slapped Ruari on his ass. "Let's move."

Ruari responded with a slap of his own and a wicked, sexy grin. "Our pleasure. Bed?"

Seb nodded and gestured for him to go first. "I want to watch that cute little ass walk in front of me. Mind you, I'd also like to see that sexy cock ring as it beckons me."

Ruari took several steps, deliberately wriggling his ass, and then turned and walked backward. His exaggerated walk made his rigid cock sway.

"Touch it, your cock," Seb begged, his voice ragged. "Touch it like you would like me to touch it. For fuck's sake, don't fall over."

Slowly Ruari rubbed his hand up and down his penis as he walked back toward the bed. When he reached the side, he stopped and turned around to wait for Seb to move behind him.

Seb reached into the bedside drawer to find a condom and gel. "Dress me." He handed the condom to Ruari and put the gel next to him on the bed.

"Look down," Ruari said. He rolled the condom along Seb's rigid cock with loving strokes.

"Sorry?"

"Look down. "

Seb looked past his rock-hard cock and over to Ruari's cock which was in a similar state and laughed.

Somehow during the day, Ruari had managed to get a mirror and lay it on the floor. Seb saw their erections reflected back up to him. Now when he was hard inside his lover, they would both get the benefit of being turned on by the view.

There were turn-ons, and there were turn-ons . This ranked way up among the best he could ever dream of. He intended to show Ruari, both by words and actions, just how much his gesture was appreciated.

"Love your ideas," Seb said huskily.

"Good. There's a lot more where they came from," Ruari answered. "Now, look up.”

Seb did and then looked down again.

"I thought I saw more than I bargained for." Seb chuckled as he saw the mirror on the ceiling reflected in the mirror on the floor, and vice versa over and over. "Mmm, multiple us. That must mean multiple orgasms, yes?"

"Well, I hope so," Ruari said frankly. "Because I worked my nuts off to go to the hardware store, buy them, and then come here to fix them. Fuck me, I'm glad you think it was worth it."

"Oh, love, don't you worry. It was, and I'm definitely going to fuck you. And it won't be through lack of trying if we don't have multiple orgasms. So." Seb grabbed a pillow and set it in on the floor in front of the mirror. He judged distances and put another one just behind the mirror, then nodded. Exactly right.

"Kneel down." Seb was definitely in dominant mode. The expression on Ruari's face voice sent enough heat through his body to make him wish for a cold shower. If he wasn't careful. he'd combust. "There. Perfect." Seb stroked his hand caressingly over Ruari's ass as Ruari positioned himself as Seb commanded. "Stretch forward."

Ruari smiled as he oh so slowly stretched, his arms now touching the bed frame at bottom of the bed. He lifted his arms and held on to the frame. "Like this?"

Seb gave each globe one swift tap. "Sassy, but perfect."

Ruari had kneeled so his cock with its enticing ring was reflected in the floor mirror. He had ignored the other cushion and stretched himself to hold on to the bed frame, exposing his taut torso to the mirrors. Now it seemed, he waited to see what Seb would ask of him.

"Will you be able to hold yourself there and stay in that position while I make love to you? Fuck your sweet ass till it's hot and throbbing?"

"Watch me." Ruari sounded confident.

"I'm going to. And do more than that." Seb gelled his fingers. In the mirror, he saw Ruari watching his every move. Ruari's tongue slipped through his lips and traced their outline. The gesture was so sexy, Seb wanted to demand Ruari traced his lips instead. However, that would be later.

Seb began to push one, then two and finally three fingers into that dark enticing hole. Ruari took a sharp intake of breath at the first probe, and then breathed faster as one finger joined another.

Looking down, Seb saw Ruari's cock was eager for participation. Tough. Not yet .

"I'm gonna make you scream in pleasure, Ru. Fuck you ‘til your arms are aching, your cock is throbbing, and you don't know your own name. But hell, you'll know mine. Scream it out as I come inside you. Beg for me to suck you off. Plead to have your cock in my mouth and for me to love it as you loved mine. And I promise you, I will. We will. Over and over again."

Fuck, he was turning himself on massively just by saying what was going to happen. The way Ruari moved enticed him. His emotions were the high. With one internal stroke, he began to move his fingers. Ruari moaned a sound of protest. He smiled. He'd not be protesting soon.

"Suck my cock." Ruari's voice was slurred with desire.

Seb's eyes narrowed, and he stopped scissoring his fingers. "No."

"Bollocks. Why not?"

"I told you. I'm domineering. I like to take charge. Today you do what I say. Tomorrow? Who knows? So maybe you could rephrase that?"

"Well, maybe I could." There was silence. Seb sat, condom in one hand, cock ready to be sheathed, and waited. He was more than excited as he waited to see if Ruari would accept this next level in their intimacy. He was equally as turned on by the thought that Ruari could dominate him. It was something he had never allowed to happen in any previous relationship. He scissored his fingers inside Ruari to show he was still in control.

Ruari moaned. "Please, my love, will you kiss my cock? And then screw me senseless? Please." There was another pause. "Dominie."

Well, better than he thought the answer would be. Much better. As he pulled his fingers out of Ruari's ass, he felt the muscles clench on them as if they were asking for more. There was so much more.

"Don't move your hands. Lean to the side." Ruari easily did what he asked. Seb knelt by his side and saw the waiting cock quivering with excitement.

"Don't ever take that lorum out." He commanded hoarsely. "Fucking makes me want to come just by imagining it pounding my ass." He moved his mouth over Ruari's penis and sucked, laved, lavished, and loved every inch. It pulsed inside his mouth, all steel encased silken power.

"Fucking hell," Ruari said. "So good, so bloody amazing. I need to come."

Seb moved his mouth away, ignoring Ruari's groan of disappointment. "No chance. Not yet. I told you before either of us come you'll be begging for it. You promised me you could hold your position for as long as I want. You're going to honor that promise. Move back to where you were. Get ready." He watched eagerly as Ruari went back to his previous position.

"Give me a safe word," Seb said as he rolled the condom on and slicked gel over it. There was no way he dared trust himself not to come there and then if he let Ruari do it.

"Why?"

Fuck it. Always bloody questions. Seb slapped Ruari's enticing ass, none too gently, then immediately rubbed his hand over the redness. Pleasure and pain, so closely related, could be an aphrodisiac, but not for everyone.

"For things like that, Ru. I don't want either of us to do anything we aren't happy with."

"I'd tell you. Don't you worry. Have I complained yet? Though you could kiss my ass better." There was laughter in his voice.

Seb kissed the red spot, then nipped it gently. "Safe word," he said. "One we can both use if you want."

"Home."

"Home?"

"Yup, because when I met you, I knew I had come safely home."

Well, fuck.

"Home it is."

"Which is not the same as welcome home. Which is what I want to say now as you enter me. Perhaps you could take that as read." Seb pushed his cock into Ruari's tight, welcoming hole.

“Mmm, oh yeah, shit, love, that is so good," Ruari said, and pushed back toward Seb.

"Don't I know it," Seb said. He increased the pressure and slid farther inside. "It seems like coming home. So, we'll both remember home is safe. But now." He pushed, and his cock slid inside Ruari's ass up to his balls. "This is fucking amazing, Ru. You encompass me, and I want to make you feel so good. Look down and tell me what you can see."

He watched as Ruari looked into the mirror beneath them without loosening his grip on the baseboard and moaned with pleasure.

"Ah Seb, I could come just by watching."

"Another time." Seb pulled right back, and then pushed in hard. "You are not going to come until I say so. Understand?" He saw Ruari's hands whiten as they clenched and held. He gave him another swift slap and rub. "Understand?"

"Oh yeah, I understand."

Seb kept up his rhythmic movements, his balls caressing Ruari's ass as he moved in and out. He could see Ruari's cock bobbing in time to his thrusts. Seb realized the strain Ruari must be putting on his arms to keep himself held as he was, and it increased his arousal. Sheesh, so bloody arousing.

"So," he panted, as he thrust. "What can you see? Tell me."

"You fucking me. Ah, your juicy cock filling me. Your ass moving as you do. Your balls slapping my ass, like you did. My cock desperate for some attention."

"Do you like it?" Seb made sure his relentless pressure never faltered, even though one half of his mind wanted to increase the speed and climax.

This is too bloody good to hurry. Keep it slow and steady and savor every second.

Ruari's voice was hoarse. "Oh, Seb, that's an understatement. I more than like it."

"Good because there's so much more where all this came from." Seb was so horny, he could almost cry. He looked up to the ceiling and saw the image of him, thrusting hard into heaven. His nipples stood proud and erect, circled with silver. He moved one hand to pull lightly, but with enough pressure for the tug to be noticed on Ruari's lorum.

That was enough to send him over the edge. With a roar, he came hard and fast. "Ruari!"

He grabbed Ruari's cock and pumped, fast and furious. Still tightly enclosed in Ruari's warmth, he caressed Ruari's back with small arousing nips and kisses. He rubbed the red marks he left with one hand, ruthlessly using Ruari's strength to hold them both in place.

Still Ruari did not move his arms or loosen his grip as he began to shudder. Seb stroked Ruari's cock, his fingers fondling the skin, his whole mind focused on giving his lover every last ounce of sensation.

"Fuck it. Can I come ?" Ruari yelled.

"Come. Yes, come for us, Ru. Now, come now ."

Ruari obliged.

"Sebastian. My Sebastian."

With a roar to equal Seb's earlier one, semen spurted everywhere. It was all over Seb's hands, the floor, and the mirror.

Still Ruari held on to the bed. His breath was choppy as he turned his head slightly to look at Seb. Seb had goose bumps as he saw the love in Ruari's eyes. "So, my Dominie? May I move my hands now?"

Seb's laugh was shaky. "Hell yes."

"Can I say please don't pull out while I do?"

His laugh was even shakier. "Hell yes. You can say it. I can only hope it works."

He held Ruari tight to him as he released his grip and slowly slid down onto his front.

"Made a hell of a mess of the mirror." Ruari mumbled as he sprawled chest down, butt in the air, Seb still held tightly inside his ass. "But I bought window cleaner."

Seb couldn't help it. Once again he laughed, and his softening cock fell out of Ruari's ass.

"Seem to be making a habit of this." He pulled Ruari's legs out and moved to lie beside him. His butt touched the mirror.

"Hell, Ru. That's cold."

Ruari laughed.

"That's why I was glad you put down the cushions."

"Well, I can't feel the cushions," Seb said. His breath began to return to normal. "Just cold and sticky glass."

"Yeah, that's what happens when you come all over it." Ruari's voice was full of satisfaction. "Especially when you come as well as I did." He handed Seb a plastic bag to dispose of the condom. "But hey, it's worth lying in spunk to see this."

Seb watched as Ruari looked up at the ceiling. He followed his gaze and couldn't help but grin. Two bodies were reflected side by side, hips touching, body jewelry proudly displayed. Two cocks, semihard but incredibly sated, lay facing each other.

"Looks like they know what they want." Ruari touched each cock gently.

Seb laughed. "The spirit is willing. The cock is knackered. For now."