The Law of Attraction

Ed sighed and shifted beside him, his breathing slow and steady.

Alec’s eyes fluttered shut despite the tension in his body. Slowly, imperceptibly, he relaxed. His body became heavy and his breath fell into a rhythm that matched Ed’s as sleep pulled him under.

CHAPTER TWO

Ed drifted slowly into consciousness through the thick, deep fog of contented sleep that enveloped him.

The first thing he was aware of was heat that made his skin prickle with sweat. He shifted, trying to push the covers down, but then realised he had a hot body pressed up against him and a heavy arm wrapped around his torso. The body behind him made a snuffling sound and the arm around him squeezed, pulling him back more tightly against bare skin. Ed froze, blinking in the darkness as his sleep-scrambled brain woke slowly, piecing together the events of the evening.

There had been drinking with friends and loud music. Ed cast his mind back, searching for details to explain his current situation. A gay bar… a ridiculously sexy-looking man with dark hair buying him a drink… Ed flirting back….

Fuck.

He was still in bed with the guy from the bar. Alec. The seriously hot, totally out of his league guy from the club. His dick tingled and swelled as he remembered Alec’s cock in his throat, Alec’s hands and mouth on him, Alec fucking him into the mattress he was now lying on. The memories came pouring into his consciousness in great and vivid detail. The muscles in his arse clenched reflexively and the well-fucked sensitivity made Ed grin.

But why was he still here? Alec hadn’t seemed like the cuddly type. Right from the start, Ed had assumed this was going to be a one-time thing. His instincts told him that, and Alec had done nothing to make him believe otherwise. Ed thought Alec was the type of guy who would have chucked him out as soon as they were done fucking.

He thought back. He remembered Alec pulling out of him and going to the bathroom… and then nothing.

Oops.

Ed was prone to falling asleep after coming, especially after a spectacular fuck like that. He could only assume he’d crashed out and Alec had taken pity on him—or been unable to wake him. It was pitch black in the room, so was presumably still the middle of the night.

Oh, well. Alec appeared to be okay with him being here.

Ed shifted experimentally again, still too hot in Alec’s arms. As he wriggled, his arse pushed back against an unmistakable hardness, and Alec hummed in his sleep, moving his hips against Ed’s arse. Unable to resist temptation, Ed pressed back instinctively, his cock thickening and hardening at the contact. He moved his hips gently in a subtle rhythm that made Alec rub against him, his warm breath coming faster against the nape of Ed’s neck as his cock slid against the crack of Ed’s arse and the small of his back. Ed moved his hand down, reaching for his own erection. He gripped it, pressing forward into his fist, and then back against Alec’s hot cock in a lazy, rocking motion.

Alec moaned, a rough sound in his throat, and the arm clamped around Ed’s chest moved. Alec ran his hand over Ed’s belly and down to Ed’s hand, wrapped around his prick. “Ed?” Alec sounded confused, uncertain.

“Right name, well done,” Ed replied, still jerking himself off slowly.

Alec’s cock was leaking, leaving sticky wetness in the small of Ed’s back.

“Let me.” Alec pried Ed’s fingers away and replaced them with his own. “Fuck, you’re so hard.” His breath washed over Ed’s neck again, and he followed the words with gentle kisses as he rocked his hips faster. “You feel good.” Alec’s voice was drunk with sleep, but his body was definitely with the programme. “I want to fuck you again… but I don’t want to stop this.”

Ed shivered and moaned. He didn’t want Alec to stop either. He imagined how it would feel if Alec could just press right into him now, filling him up and fucking him senseless again. He mentally cursed the need for condoms and lube.

“Try it like this.” Ed drew his knees up a little, lifting his upper leg slightly to allow Alec access. He reached around and repositioned Alec’s cock so that he was thrusting into the channel between Ed’s thighs, and then he clamped them closed again. It was sweaty there and still slippery with lube from earlier.

“Fuck,” Alec muttered, thrusting and fucking into the tight space Ed had made for him.

His cock dragged back over Ed’s perineum and forward to nudge his balls with every stroke as Alec’s hand on his cock squeezed with perfect pressure.

Nothing about it was rushed this time. Earlier everything had been fast and furious between them, a battle of wills as they fought each other for control. This time it was lazy and leisurely, a steady build of heat and want that curled in Ed’s belly and pooled in his balls, syrupy-slow and delicious. Alec sucked searing kisses on Ed’s neck and shoulders, his body warm and close, surrounding him as Alec forced his cock into the hot, damp crevice between Ed’s thighs. Ed relished the sounds Alec was making: broken, desperate sounds, almost like sobs. He wished he could see his face. He’d like to see Alec like this, his tight control abandoned, swept away by the force of his desire.