Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 18: Clouds Nine, Ten, and Eleven.

Taking the elephant out of the room made for a great lunch time. It had made me less uptight and I've never felt as relaxed with any potential fuck as I did with Connor. There was something cool about him. He was definitely well chilled and he certainly didn't appear judgemental about anything I had done in the past. We talked about lots of different things. We laughed too. There were no awkward or embarrassing silent moments.

As dates..., sorry..., as a Sunday Lunch went it was pretty awesome and by the time we had finished the meal I was well up for a fuck. From the looks he was giving me, as he offered to drive me home, I sensed he was too.

"Would you like to come up for a coffee?" I suggested as we pulled into my parking space.

His eyes twinkled. "I've got a couple of nice Rioja's in the boot that are dying to be opened," he suggested, raising an eyebrow flirtingly, "and I'm not in any rush to go home to an empty apartment tonight."

What sort of guy goes on a lunch date with a couple of bottles of wine in the boot of his car? A confident guy who knows he will get his leg over? Seems like it. "I have work tomorrow, Connor, so I don't want to get too wrecked or have too late a night."

"I don't intend for either of us to get wrecked..... Whatever happens between us I just want it to be good..., and we both enjoy it."

As soon as I had shut the front door our lips crashed together. His hand cupped the back of my head, so I couldn't pull away, as he forced my mouth open, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.

I gasped for breath and extracted myself from his embrace. "Easy Tiger! Should we not at least open the wine before you get me too excited?"

He blushed slightly as he pulled a bottle of wine out of the carrier bag he had brought up with him and handed it to me. It was a bottle of Marqués de Riscal Gran Reserva Rioja 2014 no less. I knew it was over £30 a bottle, so it wasn't some cheap old plonk.

I kissed him on the cheek. "You certainly know how to spoil a boy. I'll fetch the appropriate glasses." I went to the kitchen area and pulled out of the cupboard two large red wine balloon glasses and filled them, not too generously so giving the wine a chance to breathe. I gave the glass a delicate swirl, noticing how the wine seemed to cling to the side of the glass, a sign of a good wine, before walking back to him. "Now where were we?" I asked, seductively as I handed him a glass and, taking him by the hand, led him to the sofa.

I took a good slug. "Look Connor. You know I don't do relationships so this will be just two friends having a fuck. I don't want you reading too much into it.... Is that okay?"

"Is that what you tell all the guys you're hooking up with, just in case they turn out to be a bad shag?"

"More or less. I know I'm good between the sheets. I know exactly how to satisfy a guy and most seem to fall in love with me and want to come back for seconds. The trouble is, most aren't that good a fuck, yet they always want to own me and stop me fucking anyone else. I'm far happier with no strings attached. If you're a lousy fuck then I don't have to tell you, do I?"

"And if I'm a great fuck...., then what?"

"I'll remember you fondly and compare the next fuck to you. That's the best I can offer. Honestly. I'm just not the settling down type."

I saw the look of disappointment on his face. "You said that the last guy you were seeing fucked you more than once, didn't you?"

"He said he was getting married and wasn't gay so we made this arrangement to be just sex mates...., only he didn't keep to his side of the bargain and I got screwed over again."

He took a large slug of wine. "I don't get you. You've been after me fucking you since the moment we met and now we have the chance you seem to be putting obstacles in the way before we even fuck. Why?"