Deep sleep—arms and legs entangled—bodies against each other—a late awaking—the summer sun a brilliant coruscating white on the bedroom wall.
Luigi leapt out of bed with a yelp. “Fuck, I'm going to be late!”
Keith flung back the bedclothes. “I'll make you some tea and toast! You go'nd shower. I've got some undies in that drawer, and you can borrow a t-shirt from the other one, the top drawer of that dresser there.”
Luigi didn't argue. He didn't have time to go home and change, so he took the smallest pair of briefs he could find. Keith's T-shirt hung on him, but for once, not looking like he'd stepped straight out of the pages of GQ didn't bother him. He gulped his tea down, and was crunching his toast as he kissed the other two goodbye. “Have fun without me!” he smiled, “you perves. I'll text you both.”
Keith and Jason drank their tea then went back to bed.
“Do ya want ta?” asked Keith, his face close to Jason's.
“Yeah.” Jason kissed Keith, his woody tenting the sheets.
Keith took Jason in his mouth, tasting the left-overs of the night before.
“Not too fast, Key. I want to fuck you.”
“Don't worry. I want that too.”
Jason rolled a condom onto his cock. He kissed Keith again, then said, “How would you like it?”
“The missionaries never did it this way!”
“You'd be surprised. I used to sleep with a Catholic priest. Poor bloke. He really enjoyed it, but he was so guilty. He was kind to me, though.”
Jason lifted Keith's legs up and arranged them round his waist. He took the tube of lube and rubbed it into Keith's ring. He pressed his cock against the opening then inched into Keith's body. Their love-making was slow but intense, and a key part of the pleasure was watching the expressions cross each other's face as they both moved through satisfaction to ecstasy. After he'd come, Jason lubed up his hand and took Keith's cock in it and brought him to orgasm, his eyes never leaving Keith's face.
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