“Not just because of that. Although it helped me to see things more clearly.”
“Tell me again when your cock’s not hard.”
“I will,” I said in all earnestness. “And then you’ll have to accept it for the truth.”
Laurent shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Take me home. Take me to bed. Wear me out.”
Laurent tipped his head back like the rain was a warm shower instead of a cold downpour. “Sounds good. It’s a shame we’re miles away. We could do with a magic carpet. Or failing that, a cab.”
“Then we’ll find one.” I pulled him away from the wall and we ran again. Laurent spotted one first, leaping into the road to flag it down, his fear of buses apparently not extending to cabs.
To my surprise, the cab driver had no issue with picking up two passengers who resembled drowned rats. I could only assume he felt sorry for us. After all, he had no way of knowing that there was no one else to blame for our sorry state apart from us.
It was a long cab ride, with lots of eye-fucking and secret smiles, sexual tension steadily building until it was all I could do not to say to hell with the driver and jump on top of Laurent there and then.
You told him you loved him.Yeah, I had, hadn’t I? How about that? I refused to dwell on Laurent not saying it back. He wasguarded. It was up to me to chip away at his barriers and prove I wasn’t going anywhere and we were the real deal. Well, unless immigration said otherwise. Damn Brexit for complicating matters.
When the cab drew up in front of Laurent’s building, Laurent all but threw money at the driver and told him to keep the change. The stairs to the third floor were a mountain to climb. The door that stood between us and privacy was an impenetrable fortress. Or perhaps sexual frustration was making me even more dramatic.
“I swear to God,” I said, “that if you don’t get that door open in the next three seconds, I’m going to take you out here in the hallway and I don’t give a damn who sees.”
“You will, will you?” Laurent said with a smirk. “What’s got into you today? First a wall. Now a hallway. Someone needs to learn a bit more restraint.”
“Someoneneeds to get the damn door open!” Worried Laurent was contrary enough to go slow on purpose, I snatched the key from his hand and did it myself.
My lips were already on Laurent’s by the time we stumbled over the threshold, tongues meeting in a hot and hungry kiss. Damp clothes proved harder to remove, both of us growing frustrated when they clung to places they shouldn’t.
“Just rip them,” Laurent said between kisses as I struggled with his jeans. The same jeans that had already been tight before the rain had gotten to them.
“Rip denim? Who do you think I am? The incredible hulk?” In the end, I settled for pushing Laurent back on the sofa, Laurent finding it hilarious when he had to hold on to the arm to avoid being dragged onto the floor as I tugged and yanked at the damp denim until I finally won the battle and left the jeans in a sorry pile on the carpet.
“Smooth,” Laurent said as I bent over to kiss him, his lips a lure I just couldn’t resist.
“Impossibly tight,” I countered with. “And you knew that. That’s why you wore them. You wanted to drive me crazy.”
Laurent smiled. “Maybe.”
“Honesty,” I reminded him.
“Then, yes. I wanted to drive you crazy.”
“It worked.”
He wriggled back on the sofa and I climbed on top of him, kissing any patch of bare skin I could find. “You taste of rain.” Having reached his hipbone, I pulled the waistband of his briefs down to bare it, only realizing at that point how goosepimply his skin was. I sat back to view him without rose-tinted glasses. “Are you cold?”
Laurent pulled me back onto him. “Yeah, but it doesn’t matter.”
“Shower,” I announced. “We’d both benefit from one.”
He let me pull him off the sofa without argument, and we shed our underwear on the way to reveal matching erections. When I stepped into the shower, Laurent didn’t immediately join me. I turned back to him, searching for signs he was having second thoughts. “What’s going on?”
He grinned. “Indulge me in a brief fantasy, would you?”
I got it then, turning my back to him and soaping myself up. I made a much bigger show of it than the time we were reenacting, my hand trailing down my back to squeeze my arse and give him a glimpse of my hole.
“Nice!” Laurent said, sounding pleasingly breathless.
