I could hear the TV going as I let myself into the house. I grinned and shut the door behind me, putting down my suitcase. “Hello?” I called experimentally. There was a scrabble of movement, and suddenly a blond blur shot out of the living room and jumped on me.

“You’re back!” his Welsh accent hit me, and I realised how much I’d missed it. “Oh, my God, I’m never letting you go on tour again!” He pressed a brief kiss to my lips, and I saw James wander out the kitchen behind him, a grin on his face.

“You decided to crawl back home, then?”

I shrugged, “You can never keep me away for long, Jay. You know that.” James laughed softly.

“It’s good to have you back,” he said simply, before going upstairs to his room. I watched him disappear round the corner, then turned my attention back to my boyfriend. I’d moved in with Dave about a year ago. James had offered to move in with Danny to give us peace, but I’d told him not to bother. If we irritated him, he had permission to kick me the next morning.

“Didja miss me?” I asked hopefully. Dave responded by leaning in and kissing me softly, he ended it by nipping me on the lip with his teeth.

“What d’you think?”

*****

“I’m gonna head up to bed,” I said- roughly three quarters of an hour later.

Dave nodded, “Yeah. Take a nap. ‘Cause when I get up there, you’re not sleeping.” He gave me a cheeky grin.

“I’ll rest up, then,” I responded. He laughed as I left the room. I heaved my suitcase, which I’d abandoned by the door, up to our room and proceeded to dump it on the floor in there. Not thinking about anything but sleep, I stripped down to my boxers, before basically falling onto the bed. I pulled the duvet around me, and hit the switch that was conveniently placed on the wall above my head. The room lapsed into darkness. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. Then I heard a noise.

It was the door reopening. Someone was coming in. I heard it close again and I sat up. “Dave? I thought you wanted to finish watching the end of your film. Is it over already?” I felt the bed go down as someone moved onto it and warm breath on my ear as he whispered:

“Keep it down. We don’t want James to walk in on us.”

I nudged the covers aside and pulled him closer to me. I noted he was already undressed. “You’re eager,” I murmured. He answered my question by pressing his mouth to mine. I sank back on the bed, bringing him with me. The kiss was sweet, with a sort of suppressed longing. I ran my hand along the curve of his back and he shivered. Then he pulled back. I couldn’t see his face at all; it was completely hidden by the darkness.

He began to kiss along my jaw gently, before working his way down my neck. He was pinning me to the bed, so I couldn’t move. Not that I would’ve wanted to if I could. He planted a soft kiss on my Adam’s apple, and a moan vibrated through my system. I felt him smile into my skin, and suddenly I felt a tickling sensation at my waist.

He moved back so he could slide off my boxers without catching anything sensitive in the fabric. Then threw them to the side and, to my great disappointment moved back up my body. However, all was not lost, as he kissed his way back up to my mouth before indulging us both in another slow kiss. He seemed calmer than usual, I noticed. Normally, he got right to the point and it was over before it began, but he seemed to be taking his time tonight.

He showered my entire torso with soft kisses, making me moan quietly as he sucked hard on my nipples. He didn’t seem to want me to catch him either. Whenever I tried to touch him, even just to brace my hands on his shoulders, he moved out the way, so I ended up grasping thin air. Then he’d reappear once I’d given up. I finally managed to catch him, though. One hand threaded in his hair and he froze.

“What? Are you okay?” I asked in concern. I felt his head move as he nodded. I put my other hand under his chin and brought him up so I could kiss his lips. Then I flipped him over, pinning him to the mattress and kissing all around his face. I moved down his body towards his crotch. And, despite his requests to remain silent, I heard his breath catch in his throat as I began work there.

I ran a finger up the underside of his halfway swollen penis, before mimicking the movement with my tongue. I used my hands to help him to reach his full hardness, then took his head in my mouth. His hands gripped on my back, and he scraped his short fingernails along my shoulders in his attempt to stifle his whimpers of pleasure. I swirled my tongue around the tip, sampling the liquid that was oozing out the narrow slit. He thrust his hips upwards, trying to make me take all of him in my mouth, but I moved back- denying him that privilege. One hand found the back of my head, pressing me down, but I still fought.

Then I suddenly deep-throated him, sending him scrabbling for something to cling to. His breathing was laboured as I worked him up to his climax, then he suddenly shot off into my mouth. When he made no noise, I frowned, but when I looked up after swallowing his load, I realised why. He had buried his face in the pillow to mask his cry.

Moving back up towards him, I brushed some strands of hair out his eyes, and turned his head to look at me. Then I kissed him deeply. His hand snaked around my neck, holding me in place. The other hand found my throbbing member, and he began to pump slowly.

*****

Once we were both weak from the activities, I felt him moving away from me. “What? Where are you going?” I asked urgently, reaching for him. His lips brushed my cheek, and then he was gone. I considered getting up and following him, before sleep swallowed me completely.

*****

I was woken by the sensation of lips on my neck. I moaned, and opened my eyes. He was on top of me. I could make out his face through the dark more clearly now. I shut them again. “Wake up,” he insisted, biting my shoulder tauntingly.

I groaned sleepily, “Already?”

“Matt, you haven’t been here for two months,” he said softly. “I would’ve thought you’d be gagging for it. And I want you at least once tonight.” My eyes shot open again. What? We hadn’t already-? Had I dreamt it? “Here,” he said with a smirk. “Let’s be as loud as possible. I want to annoy James. I think he’s in his room. I haven’t seen him since just after you went up to bed. I think he followed you up.”

Realization hit me hard, and hit me fast, “Yeah. He must have.”