The Law of Attraction (3 page)

Alec wasn’t the only bossy one in this bed, but he didn’t have enough breath to point it out right now. He wasn’t sure if Ed meant him to be faster with his hand or with his dick in Ed’s arse, so he sped up the pace of both. Sweat trickled down his back as he jerked his hips harder, faster; tension built in his balls and spread fast. His hand flew over Ed’s cock, sticky and slick.

“Fuck. Yes, Jesus, fuck, fuck,
fuck
….” A stream of curses spilled from Ed’s bitten-red lips as his body went taut and his hips bucked. White drops splattered on his chest and belly as he convulsed, almost forcing Alec’s cock out with the uncontrollable arch of his spine. But Alec released Ed’s still-spurting dick and used both hands to hold Ed’s legs on his shoulders, and he pushed in deep. The clench of Ed’s internal muscles, like a fist around him, pulled Alec over the edge, milking his release as he stilled and shuddered. His eyes fluttered shut, and the scent of their sex invaded his senses as he moaned, still coming, chasing the last perfect jolt of pleasure as it rippled through him.

When he opened his eyes, Ed was looking up at him and grinning, still breathless.

Alec let Ed pull him down and crush their mouths together in a greedy kiss that gradually turned into something softer until Alec broke away, avoiding Ed’s gaze.

“I’ll get you something to clean up with.” He pulled out, removed the condom, and knotted it as he padded across the floorboards to the door.

He took a little longer in the bathroom than he needed, used the toilet, and brushed his teeth before running some warm water on a flannel for Ed. Alec felt the bone-deep weariness of another long week soak through him now the high of his climax had passed. He just wanted to get rid of Ed so that he could sleep alone as usual. He’d shower the scent of Ed off his skin in the morning.

Alec looked at himself in the mirror as he squeezed out the cloth. His hair was still rumpled by Ed’s hands, and his lips were tender and flushed from their last kiss. Yet, when he gazed into the dark eyes of his reflection, he saw loneliness staring back.

When he returned to the bedroom, he found Ed exactly where he’d left him—sprawled on the rumpled sheets with come drying on his belly. Only now he was fast asleep.

“You have to be joking,” Alec muttered. He raised his voice. “Ed, wake up!” No response. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Alec sighed and knelt over Ed’s sleeping form. He wiped Ed’s belly perfunctorily, avoiding his dick, which lay soft and innocent on his thigh. Ed stirred and mumbled something unintelligible as Alec slid the cloth over his skin, and then Ed rolled onto his side, pulling a pillow down and snuggling into it.

Alec’s lips twitched in amusement tinged with exasperation.
Fuck it
. One night of bed sharing wouldn’t kill him. As long as Ed wasn’t expecting cuddling or breakfast in the morning, they’d be good.

Alec climbed into the bed beside Ed, turned the lamp off, and pulled the duvet over them. He lay on his back in the darkness, watching the familiar, shadowy contours of his bedroom emerge from the blackness as his eyes adjusted. No part of his body was in contact with Ed’s, but he could feel the warmth of him nonetheless.

Ed sighed and shifted beside him, his breathing slow and steady.

Alec’s eyes fluttered shut despite the tension in his body. Slowly, imperceptibly, he relaxed. His body became heavy and his breath fell into a rhythm that matched Ed’s as sleep pulled him under.

CHAPTER TWO

Ed drifted slowly into consciousness through the thick, deep fog of contented sleep that enveloped him.

The first thing he was aware of was heat that made his skin prickle with sweat. He shifted, trying to push the covers down, but then realised he had a hot body pressed up against him and a heavy arm wrapped around his torso. The body behind him made a snuffling sound and the arm around him squeezed, pulling him back more tightly against bare skin. Ed froze, blinking in the darkness as his sleep-scrambled brain woke slowly, piecing together the events of the evening.

There had been drinking with friends and loud music. Ed cast his mind back, searching for details to explain his current situation. A gay bar… a ridiculously sexy-looking man with dark hair buying him a drink… Ed flirting back….

Fuck
.

He was still in bed with the guy from the bar.
Alec
. The seriously hot, totally out of his league guy from the club. His dick tingled and swelled as he remembered Alec’s cock in his throat, Alec’s hands and mouth on him, Alec fucking him into the mattress he was now lying on. The memories came pouring into his consciousness in great and vivid detail. The muscles in his arse clenched reflexively and the well-fucked sensitivity made Ed grin.

But why was he still here? Alec hadn’t seemed like the cuddly type. Right from the start, Ed had assumed this was going to be a one-time thing. His instincts told him that, and Alec had done nothing to make him believe otherwise. Ed thought Alec was the type of guy who would have chucked him out as soon as they were done fucking.

He thought back. He remembered Alec pulling out of him and going to the bathroom… and then nothing.

Oops
.

Ed was prone to falling asleep after coming, especially after a spectacular fuck like that. He could only assume he’d crashed out and Alec had taken pity on him—or been unable to wake him. It was pitch black in the room, so was presumably still the middle of the night.

Oh, well. Alec appeared to be okay with him being here.

Ed shifted experimentally again, still too hot in Alec’s arms. As he wriggled, his arse pushed back against an unmistakable hardness, and Alec hummed in his sleep, moving his hips against Ed’s arse. Unable to resist temptation, Ed pressed back instinctively, his cock thickening and hardening at the contact. He moved his hips gently in a subtle rhythm that made Alec rub against him, his warm breath coming faster against the nape of Ed’s neck as his cock slid against the crack of Ed’s arse and the small of his back. Ed moved his hand down, reaching for his own erection. He gripped it, pressing forward into his fist, and then back against Alec’s hot cock in a lazy, rocking motion.

Alec moaned, a rough sound in his throat, and the arm clamped around Ed’s chest moved. Alec ran his hand over Ed’s belly and down to Ed’s hand, wrapped around his prick. “Ed?” Alec sounded confused, uncertain.

“Right name, well done,” Ed replied, still jerking himself off slowly.

Alec’s cock was leaking, leaving sticky wetness in the small of Ed’s back.

“Let me.” Alec pried Ed’s fingers away and replaced them with his own. “Fuck, you’re so hard.” His breath washed over Ed’s neck again, and he followed the words with gentle kisses as he rocked his hips faster. “You feel good.” Alec’s voice was drunk with sleep, but his body was definitely with the programme. “I want to fuck you again… but I don’t want to stop this.”

Ed shivered and moaned. He didn’t want Alec to stop either. He imagined how it would feel if Alec could just press right into him now, filling him up and fucking him senseless again. He mentally cursed the need for condoms and lube.

“Try it like this.” Ed drew his knees up a little, lifting his upper leg slightly to allow Alec access. He reached around and repositioned Alec’s cock so that he was thrusting into the channel between Ed’s thighs, and then he clamped them closed again. It was sweaty there and still slippery with lube from earlier.

“Fuck,” Alec muttered, thrusting and fucking into the tight space Ed had made for him.

His cock dragged back over Ed’s perineum and forward to nudge his balls with every stroke as Alec’s hand on his cock squeezed with perfect pressure.

Nothing about it was rushed this time. Earlier everything had been fast and furious between them, a battle of wills as they fought each other for control. This time it was lazy and leisurely, a steady build of heat and want that curled in Ed’s belly and pooled in his balls, syrupy-slow and delicious. Alec sucked searing kisses on Ed’s neck and shoulders, his body warm and close, surrounding him as Alec forced his cock into the hot, damp crevice between Ed’s thighs. Ed relished the sounds Alec was making: broken, desperate sounds, almost like sobs. He wished he could see his face. He’d like to see Alec like this, his tight control abandoned, swept away by the force of his desire.

Alec groaned, a pained sound, and bit down on the skin of Ed’s neck hard, his hips jerking. The hot rush of wetness between Ed’s thighs and the feeling of Alec shuddering behind him were what made Ed come, more than Alec’s hand on his cock. He cried out, pleasure flooding him as his cock pulsed and spilled in Alec’s grip. Alec stroked him through it, his lips and tongue soothing the bite on Ed’s neck in unspoken apology, gentle now.

Alec released Ed’s cock when it softened, but he didn’t roll away immediately. His arm was still heavy over Ed’s flank as he spoke. “If I go and get another flannel, will you be asleep again when I get back?”

Ed chuckled. “Quite possibly. But I can go. I need a piss anyway, and my mouth feels like something died in it.”

“That’s what you get for crashing out in other people’s beds without brushing your teeth first.” Alec sounded amused rather than irritated. “The bathroom’s the next door along the corridor. Flannels are in the cupboard under the sink. You can go first. You’re stickier than me.”

It was a challenge negotiating a strange flat in almost total darkness, but Ed managed to find the bathroom without tripping over or crashing into anything. The sudden glare off the white tiles and sink as he switched on the bathroom light made him wince and squint until his eyes adjusted.

He emptied his bladder as a matter of urgency and then cleaned off as much of the come as he could manage. That had been a fun little interlude, but thigh-fucking was a messy business. Thankfully his balls and crack were well trimmed, otherwise there was no way he would manage to get the spunk off without a shower, and somehow he didn’t think Alec would want him to make himself too much at home.

Finally he did the best he could to freshen his mouth up a bit with a finger and some toothpaste. He rinsed and spat and then studied his reflection. Leaning closer, he tilted his head to the side. “Bugger,” he muttered.

Alec had left a dark red mark sucked into the pale skin of Ed’s neck. It was in the exact spot where it would show above his collar when he started his new job on Monday. What a way to make a good first impression in the workplace.

Ed shook his head as he turned off the light and stepped back out into the darkness of the hallway. He paused for a moment, letting his eyes adjust, and went back into Alec’s room. “What time is it anyway?” he asked as Alec got out of bed.

“Just after three.”

“Ugh.”

“Go back to sleep.” Alec closed the bedroom door behind him.

This time Ed was still awake when Alec climbed back into the bed beside him. Ed was lying on his back. Alec settled on his side, facing away; he didn’t say anything.

Ed wondered what Alec would do if Ed tried to snuggle up, and his lips twitched as he imagined the possible reactions. Yeah. He wasn’t going to risk it. “Good night,” he whispered instead.

“Night,” Alec replied softly.

When Ed woke in the morning, he had the bed to himself. There was a warm patch next to him, so Alec couldn’t have been gone long. The rushing of water pipes suggested Alec was showering. Ed sighed. It didn’t look like a leisurely Saturday-morning shag was on the cards, then. Shame. After their little interlude in the small hours, Ed had hoped Alec might not be in too much of a hurry to get rid of him the next day.

A clock on the bedside table showed it was just after eight. Ed yawned and stretched, scratching his belly. It still felt distinctly crusty despite his middle-of-the-night ablutions.

Ed got out of bed and padded over to the window. The floorboards were chilly on his bare feet. He peeked through the heavy velvet curtains and saw a well-tended garden at the back of the building and more large houses behind that were similar to this one. He opened the curtains a little to let some light in, but not wide enough to give Alec’s neighbours a show. The sun was out, but frost dusted the lawn outside. Ed’s breath fogged the glass.

The sound of the water stopped abruptly with the clanking of old-fashioned plumbing. Not wanting to be caught standing naked at the window, Ed hastily retrieved his clothes from the floor where he’d shucked them off the night before. He was just fastening his jeans when the bedroom door opened and Alec came in, wearing nothing but a pair of skintight charcoal boxer briefs.

Jesus Christ
. He was even more gorgeous in daylight.

Tall, dark, and handsome was a start but didn’t even begin to cover it. Alec was broad and lean with the perfect amount of muscle on his frame. He didn’t have the ripped look of someone who spent hours watching himself in the mirror in the gym, but his body was beautiful and spoke subtly of grace and power.

Best of all was his body hair. Ed was a big fan of a hairy chest and constantly bemoaned the fact they were so unfashionable these days. All those should-be-hairy Hollywood stars and underwear models who waxed and shaved made Ed want to cry. He’d give anything to have more than the few paltry hairs that grew around each nipple on his own smooth chest. He did shave those off because in isolation they looked ridiculous.

Alec’s chest was glorious. Dark hair scattered evenly over his powerful pectorals, then narrowed into a trail of softer-looking hair on his belly that twisted and twined into a dark arrow leading down to his groin—like Ed needed a sign.
Damn
. He wished he’d taken more time to explore Alec’s stunning body last night. He would have liked to have licked and nuzzled that chest for a while before cutting to the main event. What a wasted opportunity. Maybe he should ask Alec for his number….

Alec cleared his throat. Ed’s cheeks and ears flamed hot as he realised he was ogling shamelessly. He snapped his eyes up and met Alec’s gaze. Alec’s hazel eyes were compelling in daylight, but his expression was flat and unamused. Ed blushed harder.