Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 9: Emotions.

It was nearly 10pm when Saxon left. We had fucked twice more and had eaten the food he had brought with him. He left me satisfied sexually, but not emotionally.

Obviously we hadn't talked much, we just fucked, but now I needed answers to the questions that I had......, and he wasn't here.

I was totally spent. My arse felt burned raw from use. It was what I thought I wanted but I now felt empty. I felt used and unloved.

I poured myself the rest of the red wine that I had opened for our meal. Saxon had only drunk a small glass, with me consuming the rest. It hardly filled the bottom quarter of the glass. I downed it in one and slung the bottle in the recycling box, cursing that I didn't have another.

There was a gentle knock on the door and the sound of a key in the lock. Taylor's head appeared around the door.

"I'm not stopping...., just wanting to check you were okay."

I burst into tears.

Okay guys, I'm not really that much of a drama queen but you know I said, way back, that Taylor was always there when I needed him? Well this is a classic case. He knew I was having a bit of trade and wanted to make sure I was okay afterwards. He really did look out for me.

Jenna looked out for me too and would have called me had she known I was being serviced. She didn't know though. She had taken a long weekend and wasn't at work today so only Taylor knew about my date with Saxon.

I threw my arms around him and almost hugged him to death.

"Ease up Freddie. You'll crush this bottle of wine I've got for you."

I held him at arm's length. "You beaut! Now you've got to stop and help me drink it."

His smile and the nod of the head had me off getting the bottle open and fresh glasses. Yup. I don't mix my wines in used glasses, not even if it's exactly the same wine. I told you before, I have standards.

I moved gingerly. I ached in a particular area. The sort of ache you get after having sex. A satisfying, sexually caused ache.

"Freddie...? Why don't you let me do that? You look well fucked!"

I didn't answer. I let him take the bottle from my hand and went and sat on the two seater sofa. He soon plonked himself down beside me and handed me a well filled glass.

We chinked glasses.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I answered,

"The tears? Tears of joy or disappointment?"

"Both." I admitted. "He fucks sensationally. I couldn't have been fucked any better. I suppose I've just fallen off Cloud 9 and landed badly back on earth. I wish I had let him stay."

Taylor chuckled. "I'm glad you didn't. I didn't fancy sleeping in the car."

I looked at him with eyebrows raised. "Were you waiting downstairs....? Waiting for him to leave?"

"Well he's a Spearing, isn't he, and you don't have a good track record with a Spearing, so I kinda thought I would keep an eye on things."

"So if he had left covered in blood you would have run up and checked I was okay?"

"Of course. This is a nice neighbourhood."

We both laughed at the stupidity of our conversation.

I squeezed his thigh. "Thanks Taylor. At least you would have made my corpse look respectable for any hunky policeman that came in to investigate."