Paul's Holiday

challenge requirements:
Setting: Melbourne
Stars: Paul McDermott & Wil Anderson
Words: holiday, grey, cum, lollipop, shut, clothes, messy, gloves
Phrases: “You were meant for me.”
Year: 1998

Paul thanked the taxi driver and got out of the cab, suitcase in hand. He had a two-week holiday from GNW so he had decided to get out of Sydney. And there was a particular reason he wanted to get to Melbourne too. He knocked on the front door and it swung open. Wil was standing there with a broad smile on his face.

“About time you got here!”

“Sorry problems with my flight.”

“I don’t care. Just get in here.”

Paul smiled and entered the apartment. As soon as he shut the door, Wil turned around and grabbed Paul, shoving him hard against it. Paul smiled.

“Miss me baby?”

“Always.”

Wil leant in and kissed Paul hard, their mouths and tongues joining together like they had never been apart. Clothes were discarded and hands roamed each other’s bodies. Wil dropped to his knees, pulling down Paul’s jeans and grey boxers as he went. His tongue flicked out to lick a bead of cum from the tip of Paul’s cock, and then he leant in and swallowed him whole.

“Fuck!”

Paul cried out as Wil began to suck him off like his cock was a lollipop. He ran his hands gently through Wil’s hair, gesturing for him to stop. Wil got to his feet.

“What’s wrong?”

“If you kept that up things were going to get very messy on your nice carpet here.”

Wil smiled and took Paul’s hand, leading him into the bedroom. As soon as they got near the bed Wil shoved Paul down onto his back. He smiled as he stripped off his own boxers and crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between Paul’s legs.

“Wil..”

“What?”

Paul was about to respond but lost all train of thought when he felt two fingers slip inside of him and he bucked his hips off the bed. Wil smiled.

“You were saying something?”

“You should probably wear gloves if you’re gonna do that .. oh fuuuuuuuuck ..”

Paul let out a deep groan of pleasure as Wil grabbed his hard cock with his other hand and began to stroke. He removed his hand and replaced his fingers with his own cock, ramming himself into Paul and causing them both to cry out from the exquisite pleasure.

They came together in a series of screams and moans and Wil collapsed against Paul breathless. Paul moved up on the bed, lying back against the pillows, and he pulled Wil into his arms. Wil snuggled against his chest and Paul placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Wil, you were meant for me.”

Wil smiled as he drifted off to sleep wrapped in his lover’s arms.

THE END