Giles’ head rolled back against the high leather back of the booth. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt Ethan’s eager mouth milking the last dregs of cum from him. The pounding in his ears gave way to a soft murmur of conversation and he realised they were still in the dining room of the hotel and the meal was ending.
Ethan placed his silverware on his plate and the waiter whisked the course away. "I think my friend would like some water please, and can you have Brandy sent to my room?" The waiter nodded and Ethan gave him a hefty tip.
"Ethan…" Giles whispered. "We can’t start again y’know. Too much has happened in our lives. I can’t exist on sex and magic anymore." His hand reached for Ethan’s beneath the table and brushed his thumb gently. Ethan swallowed and Giles saw the soft unhappy sheen of tears in his eyes.
"I know that, mate. Like I said at the beginning of this evening, give me one night, and then I’ll leave you alone." Ethan disguised the finality in his voice by casting a quick glance over his shoulder. "Your water is here."
Giles drank thirstily without a thought of how he would rise from the booby-trapped booth when he needed to.
Ethan smiled as Ripper swirled the last of the water round his glass. He popped something in his mouth and shuffled nearer. He captured Rupert’s lips in an enflamed kiss and shared the substance he’d just taken. Heat surpassing usual lust coursed through their bodies as the lights began to brighten. Ethan dragged Rupert out of the booth and into a maintenance corridor.
Ripper slammed Ethan against the wall in his haste to possess him; through the haze, a thought hit him. "No bang."
"Hmm? Here a bang, there a bang, everywhere a bang bang!" Ethan sighed and slid his hand provocatively over Ripper’s throbbing cock.
"You lied, no bang. Naughty Ethan." Giles’ hands roamed over Ethan’s body, his fingers coming to rest on Ethan’s sharp hard nipples.
He gasped as Ripper started the sweet torture tween his finger and thumb. "I’m a devil, my job to lie!" He sighed, his eyes slid closed in bliss. "Lie with you; lie with me?"
Ripper’s teeth gripped the grainy nipple and suckled whilst his tongue lapped and drummed a tattoo on Ethan’s hot wanton flesh.
His slender fingers grazed over Ethan’s silk shirt, loosening it from his trousers. He heard his partner’s ragged breath in his ears.
"Need you Ripper…" He gasped. Grasping Rupert’s ears he pulled his mouth away from his chest.
The men regarded each other for a split second before Rupert thrust his thigh between Ethan’s legs and wrapped his arms about his torso. "You got me lover, you got me!" Rupert growled and plumbed the depths of his old friends mouth once more.
Rupert swallowed Ethan’s lust driven moans. Their shared breath echoed in the cool stone corridor, shuddering bodies reached for zippers at the same time, releasing belt buckles.
Rupert rotated his hips constantly, rubbing himself on Ethan’s rampant cock. His lips shifted like silk over Ethan’s chin, he tasted of menthol and recent cum. "Ethan…" he murmured, "Where’s your room?"
Ethan pointed weakly down the hall toward the lift doors.
Ripper smiled and slid to his side. He walked next to his friend, their stride equal and measured. Rupert pressed the call button.
"Going up?" An unknown voice made both men send an accusing glare over their shoulders. The doors had opened.
Ripper dropped to his knees in front of Ethan and winked at the stranger. "Nah, going down mate!" The doors closed. "Hold onto something, lover…"
Ethan clamped his hands on the handrail and screamed as Rupert’s talented tongue danced over his cock.
End of part two
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