Lustful Gaze (London Loves #6) (15 page)

The frying pan sizzled with the succulent sounds of simmering spices, making the already-hot kitchen feel tropical. But the huge windows that overlooked Hampstead Heath were wide open, letting in a glorious summer breeze – and letting
out
the aromas of Edward’s masterwork – his veggie biryani.

“More oil please, assistant!” Edward called out.

Paul chuckled and poured the oil out of the bottle with a flourish. It flashed noisily as it splashed into the bubbling curry, and Edward shook the pan like a pro chef.

“Perfect!” Edward said, with a satisfied grin.

It cheered Paul’s soul to see him enjoying himself this much. Apparently tonight’s recipe had come via a certain young Indian man. It was obvious that their date had gone well earlier – Paul had never seen Edward this blissed out before. He’d even opted for a playlist of Indian music on the ipod, which was creating a wonderful atmosphere of exotic sounds, mingling with the gorgeous spicy smells.

Paul glanced over at Scott who was sitting at the kitchen table, opening their household bills. Scott had just been in the middle of explaining what had happened earlier with Mr Sawhney, when Edward had requested the splash of oil.

Paul plonked the bottle on the counter. “So he didn’t actually realise you were gay, cupcake? Has that ever happened to you before?”

Scott laughed. “Don’t sound so surprised! It happens to
you
on a daily basis.”

Edward threw a handful of chives into the frying pan. “That’s because Paul’s so butch!”

Paul and Scott burst into laughter at Edward’s sarcasm.

“Well, the ladies do seem to fall for him.” Scott said. “Did you know that the artist who we’re currently displaying at the gallery fell in love with Paul last summer?”

Edward dragged his eyes away from the curry. “No way! Oh my god – how awkward! How did you get out of that one?”

Scott sat up tall. “I decided to show her that Paul was mine, if you know what I mean?”

Edward giggled and shot Paul a suggestive wink. Paul pushed away his arousal. That session with Kate Jagger last summer had been one of the most erotic moments of his life. It’d inspired him and Scott to try a few sex parties, which had nourished their exhibitionist side and sealed their bond even further.

Paul focused back to the cooking. He watched Edward stir the curry with a jaunty flick of the wrist. There was a contented smile on his lips that Paul had never seen before. 

“So how did it go with Harry?”

Edward smiled coyly. “Alright.”

Scott cooed. “Aww, you should’ve seen Harry when he got back to the gallery, Paul. He was soaking wet and his hair was flat.”

Paul opened his mouth to express his amazement about Harry’s hair, but Edward got in there first. “Was he okay?”

“Yeah. He seemed happy. He was even cheeky to his dad.”

“Good. That bastard’s been pushing him around too long.”

Paul rested a hand on Edward’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t try to turn him against his family. He’s gotta work this out for himself.”

“I know. I’ll wait as long as he wants me to.”

Edward stirred the curry and smirked knowingly.

“Wait for
what
?” Paul asked.

Edward shrugged. He lifted the frying pan from the burner and rested it on the counter. “Can you get me some plates, please, Paul?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

Edward grabbed a serving spoon and started dolloping the curry onto the plates. He absentmindedly said, “I guess we need to talk about my living arrangements, huh? I can’t stay here forever.”

Scott cleared the letters from the table. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need to. Don’t feel pressured to move out.”

“But,” Paul said, “if you
do
want to get some independence, then we’ll help you find somewhere. If you want our help.”

“Thanks. You guys are so kind. It makes
me
want to be kind, too.”

Paul opened his mouth to tell Edward that he was kind, but the sound of the door buzzer interrupted him.

Scott stood up. “I wonder who that is.”

He strode out to answer it, so Paul helped Edward dish up, making small talk about how delicious it looked and how proud Edward should be of his creation.

The kitchen door was pushed open from the hallway and Scott strolled back in, followed by Harry, who looked as nervous as a flighty racehorse. Edward grinned. The tension between them crackled like static electricity, and Paul was afraid to walk between them, in case he got electrocuted.

“You came,” Edward said – his face plastered with love. “I wasn’t sure if you would.”

Harry shrugged. “How could I miss the unveiling of the veggie biryani?”

Edward winced. “I’m not sure if I got the spice levels right.”

“I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

Scott pulled back a chair. “Come and sit down, Harry.”

They all sat around the table and enjoyed each other’s company – an old relationship and a new one. The conversation and the wine flowed, and they all relaxed, ate, and had fun. At the end of the meal, Edward announced that he and Harry would take care of the dishes. Paul opened his mouth to assure them that he and Scott would help, but he quickly realised that they wanted to be alone. So instead, he and Scott slunk off to the bedroom to work on their own loving relationship.

On their comfy king-sized bed, Scott leaned against the headboard, and Paul straddled his thighs, nibbling his neck. Paul was excited about where this was leading – his body was tense with sensual arousal, feeling mellow after the preceding wine and the spices.

Scott pulled away from their kiss. “Wait. Do you think it’s okay to leave those two alone together?”

Paul panted. “Why? You wanna join them?”

“No, I mean, Harry’s dad would explode if he knew what Edward was up to with his son.”

“Who fucking cares? Harry’s eighteen. Just let them do whatever they want. They’re both good guys. Edward’s clear from disease and Harry’s not gonna get pregnant, is he!”

“You’re right... but…”

“What?”

Scott’s expression practically purred. “
You’re
not a good guy, are you? You’re quite a bad guy.”

Paul smirked, feeling his lust roar like a waterfall. “
Me
? I saw you looking at those young men over dinner. I need to remind you who you married. I want them to hear us enjoying ourselves loudly and orgasmically!”

Scott grinned. “Oh really? And how do you propose we do that?”

Paul knelt up and unzipped his trousers. He delved his fingers into his boxers and pulled out his hard cock. “Maybe I could come in your mouth and mark you as mine!”

Scott chuckled smuttily. “I’d like that.”

Paul clambered off the bed and quickly stripped off his shirt and trousers. He realised that Scott was swiftly undressing, too – no slutty striptease tonight – it was all
go
. Paul grabbed a tube of lubricant then rushed back to the bed to find Scott re-settling against the headboard in his naked glory, fondling his hard cock.

Paul climbed on the springy bed and wobbled his way over to stand in front of Scott. He gazed down at his gorgeous husband, feeling powerful above him.

“Ready for me?” he whispered.

“Always.”

Paul bent his knees and fed his erection into Scott’s waiting open mouth, tilting his hips backwards and dipping his cock further between Scott’s lips – knowing that Scott could take it. Scott’s hands grabbed a-hold of Paul’s buttocks as he swallowed him down, grunting hornily and sucking hard. Paul gripped the top of the headboard and eagerly ground his hips into Scott’s face, feeling dominant as he thrust himself towards pleasure. Scott let go of Paul’s ass and grabbed the lube, then he reached up with lube-covered fingers and eased Paul’s buttocks apart. Scott’s finger encircled Paul’s rim – shooting utter bliss through his abdomen – then he slipped it inside, treating Paul to a finger fuck from behind, as he sucked him off in front.

Paul tensed, preparing himself to come in Scott’s mouth, but Scott suddenly turned his face away. “Come and ride me, Paul.”

This suggestion switched on a neon light in Paul’s chest. He grinned. “I’d love to.”

Paul dropped to his knees and leaned forward to tease his tongue into Scott’s mouth, snogging him passionately and tasting his own cock’s lingering saltiness. He kissed him ‘farewell’ and shuffled down to straddle Scott’s hips. Scott’s hard cock was straining eagerly, so Paul bent and gave it a quick lick – which caused Scott to groan with joy. As Paul sassily sucked Scott off, he grabbed the lube and squirted some onto his hand. Then he knelt up and massaged Scott’s straining erection – making sure it was well-oiled before it went anywhere near his ass.

Paul rose up on his knees and hovered above Scott’s rock-hard erection. Scott reached out and held it upright for Paul, and they smiled lovingly into each other’s eyes. Paul slowly lowered himself, easing Scott’s cock between his butt cheeks and allowing the tip to penetrate his rim. The painful delight zigzagged up his spine, making his eyes water – but he just needed to get through this and
then
he was in for the thrill of his life. He gently sank down over Scott’s cock, relishing the amazing sensation of being filled up by his husband. He grinned at him – and Scott beamed back through half-closed eyes, clearly enjoying this, too.

“Yes, Paul!”

Paul continued sinking down until Scott’s cock was completely inside him, then he slowly tilted his hips back and forth, getting himself into a sexy rhythm. Scott reached out to hold Paul’s hand like a kindly parent helping a child onto a playground ride – but this was a very adult game. They linked their fingers together as Paul bounced up and down, quickening the pace and receiving more delight up his ass with each thrust. Paul’s own cock was now springing up and down as they bounced, so he grabbed it and allowed the sensual rhythm to carry his fingers up and down his shaft – giving him pleasure in front and behind.

Paul’s mind began to swirl. He realised that the bed was creaking madly beneath them, but it sounded as if it was in a faraway universe. All that mattered right now was the immense pleasure of Scott’s cock massaging his prostate as he jerked himself off. His eyes slammed shut as a tsunami of joy overwhelmed him, and the tides of pleasure surged up through his entire body. His mind imploded into a tight focus around his pelvis – pure delight. Then it exploded like a nebula through every cell in his body, filling his entire consciousness with heavenly ecstasy.

He heard himself cry out involuntarily. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

The pleasure rose higher still as he ejaculated over his pumping fingers. No longer feeling like a separate being, he lost himself in the pure lust of joy that carved out his place in the universe. And still the pleasure continued – another wave of intense lust, and another and another. Paul wondered whether his soul had broken loose and attained enlightenment. He was flying in paradise – but he slowly started to freefall, gradually drifting back down to earth. He panted – thinking that must be the end – but then another surge thrust up as Scott’s hips jolted below.

Oh yeah, Scott was here wasn’t he? Paul giggled. He felt as if Scott’s cock belonged to him. Like it was the missing piece of the puzzle of life – which he’d shoved up his ass to discover the reason for being. 

But Scott would need it back probably. Paul laughed again. His mind gently floated down to settle in his tingling body, and he opened his eyes slowly – drawing in the surroundings as if seeing them for the first time.

Scott was grinning; captivated. “Wow, babes – I was beginning to wonder whether you were ever coming back!”

Paul chuckled woozily. He gazed into Scott’s eyes – which sparkled with pure love.

Paul realised they were still holding hands, so he squeezed Scott’s fingers tenderly. “It was amazing – as if reality disappeared… did
you
come, babes?”

“Oh yes! How could I
not
when your perfect body was taking me so deep?”

Scott’s semi-hard cock twitched at the thought, delivering another jolt of pleasure into Paul – eking out the thrilling joy.

Paul leaned forward and slowly eased himself off Scott’s cock, then he crawled forward and kissed his wonderful man on the lips. Scott’s arms fell around him, so Paul snuggled down onto his chest.

“I think the boys would’ve heard that,” Scott said, kissing Paul on the forehead.

“I hope so. Maybe it’ll inspire them to enjoy each other, too!”

“Maybe. But one thing’s for sure – they
definitely
know how much I love you!”

Edward loved this room. When he thought back to where he’d been living only a week ago, this was absolute luxury. It was neat and minimalist, like an expensive hotel. It was obvious to Edward that Scott had been restrained from decorating this room in his preferred colourful style. Instead the furniture, carpet, and walls were beige and cream – like a blank canvas.

Edward had never really looked at the ceiling before, but at the moment, it was all he could see, because he was lying on his back – completely naked – enjoying the attentions of the wonderful Harry – who was also nude. He glanced down and they made eye contact, which sparkled in the air between them. Harry smirked as he lifted Edward’s erection and licked the end – just as he’d been shown last night by Scott. Edward wouldn’t have thought in a million years that he’d be in this situation, only twenty-four hours later.

The balmy evening was warm and sticky – and Edward hoped to make it even warmer and stickier
very
soon. Harry wrapped his lips around the head of Edward’s cock and sucked hungrily, while managing to maintain smouldering eye contact. Edward gasped as a rocket of pleasure rose in his pelvis, exploding in his brain. With renewed confidence, Harry plunged Edward’s cock further into his mouth and made a horny groan, which jabbed Edward’s soul with deliciously soothing dazzles. Harry slid his lips up and down the shaft, bobbing his head like a pro. The overwhelming lust made Edward involuntarily moan like an untamed animal.

Harry stopped. “Is it okay?”

“Perfect. Yes, you’re perfect!”

Harry threw him a cocky grin then plunged Edward’s cock into his mouth again. Edward’s desire jolted as the glorious feelings swam through his body. He tensed his thighs and tried to resist being dragged over the edge too soon, because he wanted to prove how virile he was. But the pleasure overwhelmed him, so he relented and allowed the fireworks of elation to explode in his brain. He reached down and stroked Harry’s hair. “You’ll need to move unless you want a mouthful of cum!”

Harry groaned in response and pushed Edward’s cock further down his throat. Edward took this as permission to come in his mouth, so he relaxed and let the orgasm spurt into the world – relishing the soaring delight as his consciousness ripped apart, delivering freedom and joy directly into his soul.

He panted, relishing the floating feeling as the intense orgasm gently faded. He giggled, drifting in a bubble of pure perfection. This was so different to his usual experience of being sucked off. Of course, he was usually the one doing the sucking off, but even if a client did want to reciprocate, it was still business. Harry had done it
only
for Edward’s pleasure, and he cherished this wonderful gift from the stud of his dreams.

Harry wiped the side of his mouth, then shuffled up to kiss Edward on the lips. He tasted of cum.

Edward ran his fingers through Harry’s hair. “That was amazing – the boys in Brighton will be forming a line outside your dorm!”

Harry gazed at him pensively. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

They shared a smile, then Harry snuggled into Edward’s arms, so he hugged him, savouring the precious moment.

Harry kissed him on his bare chest. “Edward?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you tell me not to fall in love when I went to Brighton?”

“Because I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Have you been hurt in love?”

“Sort of. I thought I was falling for a client, but I probably wasn’t. Not really.”

Harry absentmindedly circled his finger around Edward’s nipple, turning him on again. “I shouldn’t fall in love. But my heart is hooked into yours.”

Edward’s joy sizzled at this romantic confession. He wanted to tell Harry that he loved him, too, but he hadn’t actually said it outright, had he? He didn’t want to end up looking stupid, so he changed the subject. “So when are you gonna tell your parents about us?”

Harry slowly raised his head. There was terror plastered over his beautiful face.

Edward laughed. “Just joking. You can’t tell them can you?”

“Never – they’d kill me. You know this could never work, right? My family would never allow such a thing.”

Edward’s heart pounded with sorrow. “Why do you care so much about what your family thinks?”

“My dad would go crazy if I chose a
girl
outside my caste… Although, admittedly, there’s a special loophole if her father earns more than a hundred grand a year.”

“Fucking hypocrite.”

“I know. But it’s all about duty. Honour. You know?”

“No. I don’t understand.”

Harry eased himself out of Edward’s arms and sat up on the bedspread. He held Edward’s hand. “Parents are obsessed with getting their kids married off in Indian culture. It’s totally different to here.”

Edward sat up, too, and leaned against the headboard. “Okay, well if it’s a wedding they want, let’s get married!”

Harry laughed. “You’re purposely not understanding!”

“I’m sorry. Okay, tell me. What’s the big deal?”

“Marriage is a topic of conversation that comes up
all
the time. Most my cousins are older than me, and their parents are obsessed. One cousin is nearly thirty, and his mother speaks of nothing else than ‘Son, what are you marriage intentions? Is there a girl you have in mind? Shall we put an ad in the
Mumbai Times
for you?’ Poor guy just wants to enjoy his life, unwed for now.”

“But
why
are they so obsessed?”

“It’s cultural, my darling Edward.
That’s
like asking why are Westerners so obsessed with money – it’s just culture. Marriage in India is a contract between families. It’s about status, security, and creating children.”

“Do you have to marry whoever they choose for you?”

“No. We can say no, but it’s like a constant battle. How about this one? No. This one? No… They wear you down.”

“But you're only eighteen. That’s too young to think about marriage.”

Harry turned his head and gazed out the open window. The late-August sun was setting, and the room glowed with an orange warmth. “Ideally they want me married by twenty-three, meaning they need to start the process as soon as I graduate.”

“But what about love?”

“I don’t know.” Harry shuffled forward and kissed him tenderly. “Edward, I want you to come to my party on Saturday.”

“You’d let me meet your family?”

“Yeah, for sure. Obviously we can’t tell them you’re my boyfriend.”

Edward’s insides rushed with joy. “Am I?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I hope so.”

“Me too.”

Edward draped his arms around Harry’s warm shoulders. “I’d love to come to the party. And I promise I’ll be discreet. Discretion is my middle name.”

“Good. Thank you.”

“Thank
you
. Now – I owe you an orgasm – so lie down and let me discretely blow your mind!”