Boats in the night (13 page)

“Yeah, you do. This is important.” Smutty huffed, but he sounded frustrated rather

than angry. “Things were fine when we stuck to snogging and handjobs, but it all got a bit weird when we started shagging. He started acting funny, you know?”

Giles didn’t know—not unless Smutty meant something like Fabian’s post-coital

moodswings—but he nodded anyway, hoping they could get to the point quickly and then leave this conversation behind them.

“Right, well it was okay when he topped, but anytime I suggested switching things up, he’d go all moody. Tell me I was too aggressive, stuff like that. I kept badgering him, though, coz I wanted to know what I was missing out on, and one day he said he was ready to give it a try.”

Smutty was silent for what felt like an age. God knew, Giles didn’t really want all the gory details, but if Smutty was hurting, then he’d hear them for his sake. “What happened?”

When Smutty began talking, it was as if his voice came from a great distance. “I think I got carried away. I mean, I know I’m big and I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I tried to go slow, make it good. I guess I didn’t try hard enough.”

“It happens. First times aren’t always that great. I know mine wasn’t.”

“Yeah, but did your first run away the next day, leaving you a note saying not to

bother trying to find him?” Smutty met Giles’s gaze, and the anguish of that old wound didn’t seem to have healed, despite the intervening years. “He was my best mate. He left me. Left everyone. His home. His life.” Smutty sniffed and made a visible effort to collect himself.

“Since then I’ve never let myself get too attached. If it happened once…”

“Then it could happen again.” Giles understood now, and another piece of his heart

surrendered itself to Smutty. He’d spent the last week thinking Smutty so much stronger than he was, but perhaps that wasn’t the case. After all, Giles had been abandoned by Fabian, but here he was, willing to take a chance on love again. A chance on a hippie drifter, no less.

Giles would have to be strong and stable enough for the both of them.

Smutty nodded, his lips pinched tightly. When Giles pulled him into a hug, Smutty

didn’t resist. They stood there, rocking slowly in the twilight, until cool tendrils of damp air insinuated themselves under Giles’s collar. He shivered.

“Let’s get onto the boat. Start a fire. We can talk more when we’re comfortable.”

Smutty nuzzled into his neck, his breath warm against Giles’s skin. “I think I’ve had enough talking for one night.”

Giles reluctantly let him go, and they crossed over to the boat.

***

light was dim, but cosy, and he thought
Freya
looked much more welcoming that way than under the harsh glare of electric bulbs. Giles seemed happy enough, anyway, sitting on the end of the bed and staring at the blazing kindling in the stove. There was none of that disdain he’d had on his face the last time he’d been on board—Smutty had been watching carefully.

One trace of it, and he’d know for sure they had no future together.

“So, what do you reckon? Looks a bit better than last time, right?” Smutty asked.

“She’s much cleaner and tidier, although there’s still plenty to do.”

Giles was still staring at the fire, the flickering light playing over his features.

“Hey, you okay there?” Smutty walked over and laid a hand on Giles’s shoulder.

“Falling under the spell of the flames, are you? We’ll have you juggling with fire yourself one day.” Bugger, that made it sound like he was planning to stay, didn’t it? Last thing he wanted to do was raise false hopes in Giles.

But when Giles spoke, it was about something else entirely. “I’ve been thinking. You should top tonight.”

What the fuck? “Nah, that’s all right. Not really my thing. Or yours, I reckon.”

“But I want to. I want to show you I won’t reject you afterwards.”

Smutty almost laughed, even though it wasn’t even remotely amusing. “That was

twenty years ago, Giles. I’m over it. It’s fine.”

“You’re not, clearly, or you wouldn’t have told me it was so important. Come on, how many times have you topped since then?”

Shit. The direct questions were always the hardest to avoid. “A few times,” Smutty

said, hoping Giles would leave it at that.

“A few? What kind of few are we talking about here? Once or twice? Ten? Twenty?

More?”

“Once or twice.” Smutty turned away, in case Giles could read the truth in his face. It had been once, and he’d chickened out before he got halfway in because the guy had already been whimpering in pain.

“Then you definitely need to have another try.”

“Giles, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. I’ll be fine. I used to bottom for Fabian most of the time, and

you’re not that much bigger than him. Just give me plenty of prep and I’ll enjoy it.”

“Oh really? What kind of prep are we talking about here? If you’re just after a rimjob, you only have to ask.” Maybe he could get away with just that and Giles would forget about this sudden desire to bottom.

Giles blushed. “Yes, well, that would be lovely. But, uh, only if you’re sure. I mean, I don’t want to force you, if it’s not something you enjoy doing. I’d understand if you found it a bit, er… I’m blabbering again, aren’t I?”

A grin took shape behind Smutty’s lips. “Yeah, you are.” He closed the space between them and stood between Giles and the stove. Giles parted his legs, allowing Smutty to move in closer. “And for the record, I’d love to eat you out.”

A shudder ran through Giles’s body, and he pulled Smutty into a tight embrace.

Smutty looked down at the top of Giles’s head, wondering again what the thick dark curls would look like shot through with gray. But all further thought stalled when Giles began working on Smutty’s fly, and moments later his dick was enveloped in the perfect heat of Giles’s mouth.

Chapter Sixteen

“Shit, that’s good.” Smutty laid a hand on Giles’s head and threaded his fingers

through his hair. He watched as Giles took him as deep as he could then hollowed his cheeks.

Giles was doing something different with his tongue today and it felt amazing. In fact, he seemed to be putting in twice as much effort as usual. One of his hands did the usual pump and squeeze on Smutty’s shaft, but the other was treating Smutty’s balls to possibly the best massage they’d ever had.

Smutty moaned obscenities as Giles kneaded, sucked and stroked him right up to the

point where his balls tightened up. He shut his eyes and threw his head back. Then nothing but cold air and empty space around him.

“Fuck! Why’d you stop?”

Giles stared up at him, his cheeks and lips flushed, his eyes dark and glittering.

Smutty stared into their unfathomable depths and felt a tug inside, like he was about to be pulled loose from his moorings. He just didn’t yet know if he wanted to go drifting off into…

whatever this was.

“You know what I want,” Giles said. He rooted around in his pocket and pulled out a

couple of condoms and a fresh tube of lube. His eyes flicked to Smutty’s cock and his cheeks darkened to scarlet, but he kept on talking. “I want you inside me. Deep, all the way in. I want you to experience that. To feel me ripple around you when I come.”

“Sounds good,” Smutty said, without thinking.

“It’s amazing. You’ll love it. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

Smutty gave a shaky laugh. “Glad one of us does.”

Giles smiled, and there was such affection and warmth there Smutty had to look away.

He made a show of pulling off his T-shirt, now that the combined effects of a blowjob and the stove had heated things up. “Come on, then. Get naked.”

Giles took a moment to get moving, but when he did he stripped in record time. They

met in a breathless kiss, and for a moment it was touch and go as to whether Smutty would blow his load simply from the sensation of Giles’s tongue in his mouth and their hard-ons rubbing together. But then Giles backed off again, and went to kneel on the bed, resting down on his forearms.

Bloody hell. Was this the same view Giles had of him when he offered himself up to

be fucked? No wonder he ended up getting such a pounding. It was fucking hot, the sight of Giles’s buttocks thrust high, deep shadows in the cleft between. His hairy, sturdy thighs were spread wide, his balls swinging low and just a glimpse of his cock beyond them. Smutty settled himself between Giles legs and began mapping out this new territory with his hands.

Giles’s buttocks felt firm under his touch, but when he parted them Giles’s whole

body began to tremble. Smutty gazed at the place he’d revealed. That tender ring of flesh he’d soon be penetrating, stretching wide. Shit, he hoped Giles really was as into this as he’d claimed. Still, he could ignore the throbbing in his dick and take things slow.

He began with just his breath, a puff of air to see how Giles reacted. Giles groaned and the muscles under Smutty’s hands tightened. So far, so good. Smutty leaned in for a taste, just running the tip of his tongue down the cleft then veering off around the hole. Giles tasted earthy, stronger here than elsewhere on his body. It shouldn’t have been possible to get any harder than he was, but Smutty could swear his dick pulsed with an extra shot of blood as that manly scent and taste hijacked his senses.

As he continued to tease, Giles moaned, squirming in an effort to get Smutty’s tongue where he wanted it. Yeah, that was hot, having that kind of an effect on Giles.

Smutty pulled back and blew over the saliva slickened skin. “Something you’re after, is there?” he asked, in response to Giles’s needy groan.

“You know what I want.” Giles’s voice was hoarse, cracked.

“I want to hear you say it.” And with feeling, so he knew it was for real and not

something Giles just felt he needed to prove.

“I want you to rim me, and then I want you to do me.”

“Do you? Do you what?”

“You know.”

“Say it.”

Giles groaned. “I want you to fuck me.”

The sound of that word on Giles’s lips called up such a tide of lust Smutty couldn’t hold out any longer. This time when he touched his tongue to Giles’s skin he aimed straight for his entrance.

“Jesus! Oh Christ, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Smutty grinned and kept up the pressure with his tongue, swirling and sucking and

doing everything in his power to make Giles scream with pleasure. Once Giles was

incoherent, he took a deep breath and then pushed his tongue through the ring of muscle. It gave easily, and Giles pushed back towards him in a way that let him know the invasion was very welcome indeed, thank you very much. Okay, so maybe Giles hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he enjoyed this. Smutty spread Giles wide with his fingers, licking and delving in there until his jaw ached and the muscles at the back of his tongue screamed. He brought his thumbs in to play, using them to hold Giles open while he gently teased him around the rim. Giles sobbed into the mattress.

This was going to work, Smutty realised. Giles was stretching easier than he’d

imagined. He thrust a couple of fingers inside and used his spare hand to feel around for the lube. It landed on the condom. Giles’s condom. “Oh shit!”

“What? What’s the matter?” Giles was up on his knees in an instant, despite the

trembling in his legs. Smutty must have sounded really upset.

He waved the condom sheepishly. “I don’t think I’m gonna fit in this, am I? It’ll

split.”

The furrows on Giles’s brow were wiped out with a relieved smile. “Oh, no, don’t

worry about that. It’s one of the ones I bought in France last year. They must size them differently over there. They’re like bin bags on me, so you should be fine.”

“So, you’ve been planning this all day?”

Giles’s cheeks flushed. “Uh, not exactly. I’d run out of the other pack I bought, but when I picked these up they gave me an idea. I thought a bit of variety might be fun for both of us. If you don’t mind, that is.”

Smutty smiled at the strangely endearing mix of bashful and bold in Giles’s manner.

He wanted to say something to let Giles know how much he appreciated what he was doing, but for once words failed him—at least, words that wouldn’t make him come across like a total sap. In the end, physical action seemed the safest bet. He kissed Giles firmly and used a hand on his chest to encourage him to lie on his back, placing a pillow under his hips. It would be better to do it this way around. He could close his eyes if watching Giles got too intense, and he could stifle any uncomfortable conversation by kissing him.

As it turned out, he needn’t have worried about Giles continuing to talk. He fell silent as Smutty finished stretching him, the only sounds their gasping breath and the low crackling of the wood in the stove. Smutty knelt between Giles’s legs, marvelling at the sight of Giles offering himself up so wantonly. He lined up the head of his cock with Giles’s hole, and there was another sound then—a low, guttural moan that grew louder as he pushed his way in past the initial resistance. Giles’s heels landed against his lower back, their insistent pressure letting him know that this was fine, and to keep on going. Smutty needed the reassurance, because watching Giles screw his eyes shut, his breathing fast and ragged, had him worried he was going too fast.

But Giles didn’t whimper and he didn’t complain, and so Smutty pushed on in,

painfully slowly, until he was tightly encased in astounding heat. As his hips met Giles’s skin, they both moaned. The sound wasn’t like anything he’d heard from Giles before—heartfelt and astonished. Smutty wondered if he sounded the same. The sensations were more

overpowering than he’d anticipated: an all encompassing embrace that promised to feel even better when he began to move.

Smutty leaned down to press a kiss to Giles’s lips. He licked along the seam until

Giles opened to him. As their tongues moved leisurely, the hammering of their hearts began to slow.