Jesus. What was that he'd thought about control, just a minute ago? Because that reply made John feel like Lucien had reached through the phone and snatched all the sense of control right out of his hands, leaving him feel more than a little flustered. It was a delicious sensation even so, Lucien's words making John shift in his office chair and wish he were somewhere a little more private. Maybe...
Getting up, John quickly headed out of his office and into the nearest bathroom, which was reserved for staff... and blissfully unoccupied. He closed and locked the door behind him and leaned back against it, undoing his trousers with hands that were trembling slightly - ridiculous. But that's what Lucien did to him, had been doing since they met. He quickly typed out a reply with his right hand while he shoved his left down his pants, wrapping his fingers around his already semi-hard cock.
Bathroom stall. Touching myself. Have to be quick. Wish you were here.He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the door as he imagined
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"... Fuck." Lucien's heart did an unexpected flip in his chest. He'd driven John to sneak off for a crafty wank at work? He'd hadn't thought John would be so... so naughty. Oh god, that was a good thought. Lucien was quickly mirroring John's actions, from the safety of his sofa; hand down his trousers and working himself to hardness as he clumsily typed a reply.
Wish I was there too. I'd be on my knees again. Hungry for your cock.
Less elegant, but he was operating one handed and thinking with this other brain now. A thought did manage to filter through, after he hit send though. He took a quick photo with his phone and sent a MMS message.
John groaned long and deep at Lucien's reply, having no trouble at all imagining Lucien on his knees, that glorious mouth working at his cock, the way he'd done that evening, which seemed to have been ages ago. He was trying to work past the haze of desire in his mind to form a proper reply, when his phone notified him of a second message. John nearly dropped the damn thing in his eagerness to read it, and then almost again once the attached file had been opened. Jesus. Oh shit bugger fuck how was that even supposed to be fair? John's lips parted as his breathing picked up, his other hand stroking his cock a little faster, gripping a little tighter, rubbing the palm of his hand over the weeping head on every upward turn.
I want to fuck your mouth.
John's cheeks were burning as he quickly sent the reply, before he could change his mind. He momentarily feared it would be too much, too crass and degrading, but this was Lucien, and Lucien would know, would understand that it wasn't meant as such, that it was entirely driven by pure
( ... )
Oh, that hit exactly the right spot. John needn't have feared Lucien's reaction; he moaned loudly, his head rolling back against the cushion as he panted and remembered how his mouth had stretched around the smooth hard flesh. In his mind's eye, he imagined how it'd feel to have John fucking his mouth, making his lips tingle as he drove his length down his throat. Fuck.
He almost forgot the phone as he stroked himself harder and faster, fist passing over the slick head, teasing himself. "Yes... John..." He gasped out loud, remembering.
Those words brought John embarrassingly close to the edge already, and he pumped his hand furiously over his thick shaft a few times, panting, hand slick with pre-cum, before he slowed down and caught his breath for a moment so he could try and concentrate on typing out a reply. He had no time, no time at all, but he didn't want this to end now, as tempting as that might be and as close as he was. God, but Lucien was absolutely out of this world amazing. Filthy, wonderful bastard.
Yes. You're mine. All mine. I'm going to fuck you, bury my cock deep inside, make you beg.
Christ, what was this man doing to him? John groaned as he sent the text, imagining Lucien receiving and reading it, God, why did he have to live all the way up in Leeds? "Lucien..."
A shiver ran through Lucien as he read the words on the screen, the hair on his arms and the back of his neck standing on end. God. Yes. He liked that, whether in the heat of the moment, or perhaps more than that, perhaps a feeling that would linger even after, he wanted that. Fuck.
Please. Fuck me. Mark me. I'm yours. Please give it to me hard. I need it. I need you.
Phone still clutched in hand, he lowered it to the seat cushion, shutting his eyes, he focused on his memory of John, of his body, and pictured him above him now, taking him. He was so close to coming.
Surprisingly, shockingly (though perhaps not as much if John would just take a moment to really reflect on the past two weeks), that did it, moreso than any of the dirty talk. The idea of fucking Lucien, not just because he wanted to, or because he could, but because it was something the both of them ached for, needed, and the only person who could fulfill that need in Lucien was John...
He came on a choked cry, the force and swiftness of his unexpected orgasm overwhelming him as strings of come coated his hand. He was reasonably certain his knees had almost buckled and he'd seen black for a few moments, but it was hard to tell. Catching his breath as aftershocks still ran through his body, John cleaned up as best and quickly as he could, already typing out his next reply with a somewhat shaky hand.
I've got you. Let go. Come for me, Lucien. Just for me. I want to feel you come around my cock, watch you fall apart.
The next reply was delayed, the end of the message registering that he'd made John come in his workplace; he'd turned John from a functioning member of society into a horny man that needed to hide in a bathroom to jerk off in the middle of the day, and Lucien was going to replay that knowledge over and over in his head for days to come. He was going to picture it, imagine John as completely insatiable and trying to hide his rock hard prick behind folders and under his desk, (a big, old oak desk), as he was forced to get through his patients and snatch a dirty moment alone.
For now though, he concentrated on the thought of John, there with him. Pinning him against the seat as he bent over him and drilled him hard. His voice, the growl that his soft voice took on, telling him that he was allowed to come now, just for him. Only John.
"... John...Afterwards, Lucien slouched sideways in the seat, pleasantly sated and not willing to come back to the real world as his heart rate slowed down and he caught his breath. Eventually, he
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By the time John received Lucien's reply, he had washed his hands, gotten himself together and returned to his office. He was in the middle of another patient appointment when he could feel the soft vibration of his mobile in his trousers. God, this consultation couldn't pass quickly enough, he wanted to read what Lucien had written, wanted to know if he'd come, if his climax had been as intense as his own...
Getting to read the text once his patient had left was intensely satisfying, and it left John feeling warm all over. He felt quite the same, imagined being able to hold Lucien in his arms after the both of them had fallen apart, spent by their intense coupling. He would brush Lucien's damp hair away from his forehead and kiss the salty skin there, brush his lips down the other's jawline until he could catch his lips in a slow, lazy kiss.
You'll get your cuddle. Promise. Want it too. Hold you close, fall asleep with you in my arms.John exhaled slowly as he hit the send button. Why did those words seem so much more revealing
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The cat had come over to see Lucien by the time the text came through - good old Zirconia had enough sense to stay out of the way until after Lucien had had his fun at least. Lucien was sprawling out on his side, stroking the purring cat and not particularly watching what was happening on the TV in front of him. It was almost perfect, only lacking the warmth of another human body pressed against his back, he'd decided, arms wrapped loosely around him as they basked in the afterglow together.
As soon as the text arrived he reached out for his phone, a smile spread over his face and a fuzzy feeling started in his stomach.
That sounds perfect. I wish I could be with you right now. He hesitated, typed a kiss, then shook his head to himself and deleted it again before hitting send.
For long minutes, John simply sat in his chair, staring down at his phone, reading the mesage over and over, fingertip sliding over the screen if the backlight threathened to go out. Truth was, he wanted to be with Lucien just as much. Not just in this moment. But every single moment since the man had returned to Leeds. The thought of seeing him again filled with him such excitement, anticipation, joy, impatience, frustration... It couldn't happen soon enough. John had already caught on that this had rapidly turned into more than a bar hook-up, but it seemed, while he wasn't looking, that it had reached an entirely new level. One that made his heart jump in his chest and his mind grind to a halt.
Was he actually falling for this man? Falling for a man, at that. A very gay man, who had 'playful' and 'commitment issues' written all over him, and John would know, because he had issues of himself in that area. Still, he couldn't deny what he was feeling, much as he wished he could, much as it confused him.
Alarm bells should have been ringing, and in truth, they were. This was more than Lucien being the one to drag some poor repressed doctor out of the closet and now he wants to explore; John wasn't stupid, he knew if he wanted to try out the scene he was already living in the best city in the country to do that. This wasn't a couple of quick and convenient holiday shags and some fun phone-sex after for Lucien either. This was actually going out of each other's ways to travel all the way up the country and to give up a weekend off to entertain someone. This was figuring out exactly what to do with Lucien's brother to get him out of the house for a couple of days. This was a lot of trouble for just a shag.
The alarm bells were ringing. And Lucien was ignoring them.
I'd like that. First weekend I get off. I'll email you as soon as I know when. Can't come soon enough.
Maybe he could even swap shifts with someone. Fuck. He needed to see John again so badly, fuck the alarm bells.
The feeling of relief was heady, to say the least. The feelings of dread and anxiety that followed right after were expected by now, and so John pressed them down just as quickly as they surfaced. Later. He would deal with those later. Not the right time for an identity crisis, or a sexuality crisis, or even a relationship crisis. This wasn't that. Yet. It might well be soon, if things continued on like this. But it would do not good, no good at all, to rush on ahead and sabotage anything when it was going so well, so far. And it had been. It all been happening very fast, certainly that, but throughout it all, it had felt natural. And good. Really bloody good.
Great. I'll ring you up tonight, after work. If you like.
After all that, John felt an intense need to hear the other man's voice, if just for a short while. By now, he knew it would lift his spirits, and calm him down, which was just what he needed right now. Because this? This was fucking terrifying.
That... that made Lucien more nervous than he could have possibly anticipated. It actually surprised him, as he'd never had any worries about talking on a phone before. But, this was casual, this was an offer to chat, with no build up to sex of any kind. Not immediately anyway. He wanted to hear John's voice so badly, to just talk to him and reestablish the easy connection that they had between each other. They hadn't struggled to find things to talk about in the past, but suddenly Lucien was nervous, what if this time they did? It'd be so much clearer over the phone if it was awkward, and he didn't want to stumble, not right now, not when something new and interesting was forming here, something that he wanted so badly.
Yeah. That'd be great. It'll be good to hear your voice.
You, too.For the rest of the afternoon and early evening, John found himself swamped with patient appointments and updating files on the computer. Feeling just somewhat guilty for earlier that day, he wanted to make sure he got everything done, plus a few extra tasks that had been piling on his desk. It was tedious, and took longer than usual, his mind filled with images of Lucien, the sound of his voice, his laughter, the sparkle in those gorgeous eyes. Oh, but he was fucked, and he knew it. At least it seemed like the other man felt just as confused. And he hadn't disappeared yet, had responded positively to everything so far. Maybe... Maybe this could actually turn into something, something good, something for just John. God, he wanted that, so much
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Getting up, John quickly headed out of his office and into the nearest bathroom, which was reserved for staff... and blissfully unoccupied. He closed and locked the door behind him and leaned back against it, undoing his trousers with hands that were trembling slightly - ridiculous. But that's what Lucien did to him, had been doing since they met. He quickly typed out a reply with his right hand while he shoved his left down his pants, wrapping his fingers around his already semi-hard cock.
Bathroom stall. Touching myself. Have to be quick. Wish you were here.He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the door as he imagined ( ... )
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Wish I was there too. I'd be on my knees again. Hungry for your cock.
Less elegant, but he was operating one handed and thinking with this other brain now. A thought did manage to filter through, after he hit send though. He took a quick photo with his phone and sent a MMS message.
Hope this helps. FILE ATTACHMENT
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I want to fuck your mouth.
John's cheeks were burning as he quickly sent the reply, before he could change his mind. He momentarily feared it would be too much, too crass and degrading, but this was Lucien, and Lucien would know, would understand that it wasn't meant as such, that it was entirely driven by pure ( ... )
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He almost forgot the phone as he stroked himself harder and faster, fist passing over the slick head, teasing himself. "Yes... John..." He gasped out loud, remembering.
Yes. Treat me like your whore.
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Yes. You're mine. All mine. I'm going to fuck you, bury my cock deep inside, make you beg.
Christ, what was this man doing to him? John groaned as he sent the text, imagining Lucien receiving and reading it, God, why did he have to live all the way up in Leeds? "Lucien..."
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Please. Fuck me. Mark me. I'm yours. Please give it to me hard. I need it. I need you.
Phone still clutched in hand, he lowered it to the seat cushion, shutting his eyes, he focused on his memory of John, of his body, and pictured him above him now, taking him. He was so close to coming.
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Surprisingly, shockingly (though perhaps not as much if John would just take a moment to really reflect on the past two weeks), that did it, moreso than any of the dirty talk. The idea of fucking Lucien, not just because he wanted to, or because he could, but because it was something the both of them ached for, needed, and the only person who could fulfill that need in Lucien was John...
He came on a choked cry, the force and swiftness of his unexpected orgasm overwhelming him as strings of come coated his hand. He was reasonably certain his knees had almost buckled and he'd seen black for a few moments, but it was hard to tell. Catching his breath as aftershocks still ran through his body, John cleaned up as best and quickly as he could, already typing out his next reply with a somewhat shaky hand.
I've got you. Let go. Come for me, Lucien. Just for me. I want to feel you come around my cock, watch you fall apart.
(You made me come so hard. You wonderful man.)
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For now though, he concentrated on the thought of John, there with him. Pinning him against the seat as he bent over him and drilled him hard. His voice, the growl that his soft voice took on, telling him that he was allowed to come now, just for him. Only John.
"... John...Afterwards, Lucien slouched sideways in the seat, pleasantly sated and not willing to come back to the real world as his heart rate slowed down and he caught his breath. Eventually, he ( ... )
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Getting to read the text once his patient had left was intensely satisfying, and it left John feeling warm all over. He felt quite the same, imagined being able to hold Lucien in his arms after the both of them had fallen apart, spent by their intense coupling. He would brush Lucien's damp hair away from his forehead and kiss the salty skin there, brush his lips down the other's jawline until he could catch his lips in a slow, lazy kiss.
You'll get your cuddle. Promise. Want it too. Hold you close, fall asleep with you in my arms.John exhaled slowly as he hit the send button. Why did those words seem so much more revealing ( ... )
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As soon as the text arrived he reached out for his phone, a smile spread over his face and a fuzzy feeling started in his stomach.
That sounds perfect. I wish I could be with you right now. He hesitated, typed a kiss, then shook his head to himself and deleted it again before hitting send.
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Was he actually falling for this man? Falling for a man, at that. A very gay man, who had 'playful' and 'commitment issues' written all over him, and John would know, because he had issues of himself in that area. Still, he couldn't deny what he was feeling, much as he wished he could, much as it confused him.
I could come up. To Leeds. ( ... )
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The alarm bells were ringing. And Lucien was ignoring them.
I'd like that. First weekend I get off. I'll email you as soon as I know when. Can't come soon enough.
Maybe he could even swap shifts with someone. Fuck. He needed to see John again so badly, fuck the alarm bells.
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Great. I'll ring you up tonight, after work. If you like.
After all that, John felt an intense need to hear the other man's voice, if just for a short while. By now, he knew it would lift his spirits, and calm him down, which was just what he needed right now. Because this? This was fucking terrifying.
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Yeah. That'd be great. It'll be good to hear your voice.
Letting out a deep breath, Lucien hit send.
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