Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best non fiction books of all time txt) 📗

Will was filled with a lightness of being that seemed to spread throughout his body, filling every part of him.

“Let’s go home.”

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Blake looked around Will’s tiny flat. It was on the top floor of a three storey house and was built into the roof space. Sloping ceilings with large windows set into them gave an impression of cramped space. Blake wondered briefly how Will put up with it, but then he remembered with a guilty pang that Will was trying to pay off his debts. It was probably all he could afford. Heaven knows, rented accommodation in London wasn’t cheap.

Will face palmed. “What was I thinking? How can I ask you to stay the night?” Blake tilted his head in confusion. By way of explanation, Will led him by the hand into his bedroom and Blake understood immediately. A single bed stood against the wall, strewn with pillows and cushions.

Blake chuckled. “We’re going to be very cozy, that’s all.” He winked. The flat contained a small living room with a comfy-looking sofa, a rug in shades of red and brown, and a TV, a wet room which consisted of a shower, basin and toilet, and a galley kitchen. His thoughts went to the wet room. “There is something I’d like to do, if you don’t mind.”

Will lifted his eyebrows. “Name it.”

“Can I take a shower?” Blake couldn’t explain it, but he wanted to wash off any trace of the party. When Will’s eyes met his, there was a look in them that told him Will understood exactly what was going through his mind.

“Yes, on one condition.” Now it was Blake’s turn to arch his eyebrows. Will grinned. “That you share it with me. That’s the one room in this place where there’s definitely space for two.”

Blake could live with that. They undressed in the bedroom, piling the small wicker chair high with clothes, and then Will led him into the wet room. He flipped on the shower and in less than a minute hot water poured out of the shower head. Will backed into the shower, pulling Blake with him, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him, gently at first, but becoming more sensual as they stood under the deluge, water cascading down, steam puffing out into the room. Will poured liquid soap into his palms and proceeded to wash Blake, his movements always slow and sensuous. He took Blake’s mouth once more in a passionate kiss, Blake gasping as Will slid his hand down Blake’s crease to rub over his hole.

Blake moaned and grabbed Will, flipping them until Will’s back was pressed up against the wet tiles, water pouring off him and spraying over Blake. He seized Will’s wrists and pinned them above his head, Will moaning into his mouth as they kissed, Blake writhing his soapy body against Will, their cocks sliding together in delicious friction. Faster and faster he slid, Will’s moans increasing in volume and quantity, until Will was panting breathlessly.

Blake released his wrists and knelt before him, gazing up at Will, his eyelashes beaded with water drops as he slowly took Will into his mouth, licking along his length with a slow, deliberate tongue. He reached up with his hands to caress Will’s abs while he moved lower to take his balls into his hot mouth.

“Oh, God, don’t stop,” Will said weakly.

Blake grinned, his mouth full, and then released them, only to suck Will’s rigid shaft into his mouth. Will gave a low cry and thrust his hips forward, propelling his cock deeper. Blake dropped his hands to grab Will’s arse, pulling at him, sinking his shaft deeper as he swallowed. Will’s hips began to pump, and Blake reached down to pull at his own cock, knowing he was close. He tightened his lips around Will’s dick, conscious of the change in Will’s breathing.

“Close, babe,” Will panted out. “Going to come.”

Blake worked his cock faster, exulting in the knowledge that they were going to come together. Water cascaded off Will’s chest, raining down over Blake in a torrent. He slid a finger into Will’s crease and pushed the tip into his hole—pushing Will over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” Hot come pulsed down his throat, and Blake drank him down eagerly, the smell and the sight of Will in the throes of orgasm giving Blake a final push toward his climax. He moaned around Will’s half-hard shaft, his own cock jetting come over his hand, the water washing away all evidence.

Will grabbed him by the arms and hauled him up, claiming his lips in an eager kiss, murmuring into his mouth. They clung to each other, their hands moving slowly over each other’s bodies until it felt to Blake that they were memorizing every curve, every muscle, every facet of each other. Their kisses slowed, until at last they parted, Will breathing more evenly, in time with Blake. Will stepped to one side to grab two large towels, and handed one to Blake, but rather than dry themselves, they elected to dry each other with care, rubbing hair until it was merely damp.

“Come to bed.”

Blake nodded eagerly. Will led him into the bedroom and drew back the covers, getting in first and pressing his back up against the wall. Blake climbed in and pulled the sheets over them both, before dragging Will into the center of the bed.

“You’re not sleeping cramped up like that. I want you in my arms tonight.” Will caught his breath, his eyes shining. Blake took Will in his arms, hooking his leg over Will’s hip, anchoring them together.

“We can’t fall asleep like this,” Will protested weakly.

Blake leaned close to murmur into his ear. “But think of the fun we’ll have trying.” Will chuckled.

Blake stretched back and switched off the lamp, throwing the room into semi darkness. The glow of streetlights could still be seen through the