The Law of Attraction

“I’ve been known to,” Ed replied, rallying. He licked his lips.

“Good.” Alec held his gaze, noting with satisfaction that Ed’s pupils had blown wide and his lips parted as Alec looked at them. God, he had a pretty mouth. Alec lifted his glass and downed his drink. The burn of the whisky tore through him and made his nerves tingle with anticipation. He needed a good fuck; it had been too long. “Drink up, then.”

“You’re an arrogant bastard, aren’t you?” Ed frowned, looking at Alec as though he were a puzzle to be solved.

“But you want me anyway.” Alec stepped close, right into Ed’s space. He reached out and cupped the bulge in Ed’s jeans, tracing the shape of his cock through the material with his fingertips.

Ed sucked in a breath and his hips arched into the touch. He hesitated, a small frown marring his brow. Then he seemed to reach a decision. “Fuck… okay. But I need to go and tell my friends I’m leaving so they won’t worry about me.”

“Okay.” Alec squeezed his dick again before releasing it. “I’ll wait by the exit. Don’t be long.”

They sat in the taxi in awkward silence. Alec wasn’t one for public displays, but with Ed wriggling in his seat and adjusting his erection approximately every minute, his self-control was sorely tried.

“I know it’s a cliché,” Ed said, “but I don’t normally do this.” He didn’t turn to look at Alec as he spoke. He watched the traffic out of the taxi window as they sped through the dark London streets.

It was past eleven on a Friday night, and people were spilling out of pubs and heading into clubs, ready to party into Saturday morning and start the weekend with a bang. Alec was planning on starting his with a whole different type of bang. He imagined Ed spread out for him, that gorgeous arse open and ready. The damn taxi couldn’t move fast enough.

“I don’t care what you normally do.” Alec put his hand on Ed’s thigh, feeling the tension of fight or flight simmering there. He stroked, trying to make him relax. He didn’t want Ed to change his mind.

“I take it this isn’t your first time to pick up a random in a club, then?” Ed turned to look at him.

Alec held his gaze for a moment but didn’t reply. He wasn’t about to justify his lifestyle to a stranger. He leaned forward, speaking loudly to the driver through the glass. “It’s the next left.”

The driver waved his hand to acknowledge that he’d heard.

“They have to take a test.” Ed said, amused. “I’m sure he knows where he’s going.”

“It cuts off a corner,” Alec snapped back. “And they usually miss it. I should know.”

“Impatient, are we?” Ed teased.

Alec ignored him. He’d wipe that sly smile away soon enough; it was hard to grin knowingly with your lips stretched round a dick.

“I should have known you’d live somewhere posh,” Ed commented as they climbed the steps to Alec’s building. The facade was beautiful: classic Georgian architecture. It had originally been one house but was now converted into three flats. “The rent on this must be astronomical.” He held his thin jacket tightly around him, shivering in the freezing January air. His breath made vapour clouds as he spoke.

“I own it.”

“Of course you do.”

Alec unlocked the front door and led Ed inside. Ed pushed the door shut behind him, but Alec paused to check he’d closed it properly.

“I do know how to close a door.”

Alec could practically hear the eye-roll. “Good.” He crossed the hallway to the door to his flat and unlocked it. “Do you know how to suck cock as well?”

Ed stepped up behind him, his feet echoing on the tiled floor, and when he replied, his voice was close enough to raise the hairs on the back of Alec’s neck. “Oh yeah, I think you’ll find I’m rather good at that.”

Ed got his hands on Alec as soon as they’d passed through the door of his flat. Ed reached under Alec’s suit jacket, untucking his shirt and going for his fly while Alec was still closing the door and turning on the light switch.

“Fuck,” Alec gasped as Ed got his hand inside his underwear and gripped his erection. He hadn’t been expecting Ed to make the first move, but maybe he should have been. Ed had managed to surprise him at nearly every turn already, so why would this be any different?

“You’re all sticky already.” Ed’s breath was hot on his neck. “That’s so hot.”

Alec turned and looked into Ed’s face. Ed’s blue eyes were dark and hungry, and his lips pink and wet as though he’d been biting them. Alec almost leaned in to kiss him, but he held himself back, trying to stay in control of the situation. He put his hands on Ed’s shoulders and pushed him down.