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ANOTHER BIT OF FUN by Janey (Sequel to James' Secret)

“Run that by me again.”
“If you don’t understand it now you never will.”
“That’s a little unfair.”
“What’s so hard to grasp Richey?”
“It’s not my fault that my fingers aren’t as nimble or dextrous as yours James.”
James spluttered and sprayed some of the white wine he had just sipped over Richey’s face. “Your fingers are perfectly dextrous when you want them to be Rich,” he gasped.
Rich flicked out his tongue and lapped at some of the liquid that was dripping down his features. “Nice,” he commented dryly. “Shame it was only wine though.” He then winked wickedly allowing a hand to wander over James’ thighs.
“Richey!” James despaired. “Concentrate.”
“I am,” he whimpered seductively into James’ ear, his hand now caressing the uncomfortable bulge growing in James’ trousers. “I’m concentrating on making you happy.”

James slapped Richey’s invading hand and looked doleful when Richey gave him his hurt, miserable stare, complete with twitching pet lip.
“Rotter!” protested Richey, acting all offended.
“Android,” whimpered James lasciviously. “Make me happy by playing this bloody guitar and then you can make me happy in other ways!”
“Sometimes you are too virtuous,” Richey pouted camply.
“Good things come to those who wait angel!”
“But I’ve been waiting ALL bloody day!” Richey huffed.
James threw his head back as he laughed. “Oh Richey, we didn’t get out of bed until lunchtime! It’s now only four-seventeen, that’s hardly ‘all day’ is it now?”
“Oh but James I’m not sure that I can wait any longer.”

“Can I remind you that it was you who asked to learn how to play some lead guitar on the new song that you wrote?”
“Doesn’t mean I have to learn to do it in one day does it now?”
“How long do you imagine it will take you?”
“I dunno, what do you think?”
“Do you have to answer a question with a question?”
“Why? Is it a problem?”
“What do you think?”
“Would you rather I was boring and predictable?”
“Do you know how to be boring or predictable?”
“Don’t tell me I’ve never been boring James!”
“YEY! You stopped with the questions!”
“That was kind of a question.”
“No, it was a statement Richey.”

Richey put his guitar on the stand and took James’ guitar out of his hands without too much of a protest, James resigned to the fact that Richey wasn’t in the mood for work any more. After placing James’ guitar carefully in it’s stand, he straddled James’ thighs and nibbled lightly at his lips enjoying James sighing into him, but purposely held his hands at bay, knowing it would annoy James immensely.
“Richey,” drawled James heavily. “Stop teasing.”
“You sure that we shouldn’t be practising?” he said, his brown eyes shining with playfulness and desire.
“You have a nerve!” James complained, but any further grumble was captured by Richey’s hot mouth as he began probing with his tongue.

Suddenly Richey stopped, then he stroked James’ face tenderly and asked: “No regrets?”
“Only that I lived a lie for 11 years Richey,” delicately James ran his tongue across Richey’s plump lips. “I know it was hard for Nicky finding us like that but now it’s out in the open I’m really happy, and having you living with me is the best thing in the world.”
Richey smirked at him. “That would be because you get so much sex!”
“Oh android!” exclaimed James giving him a quick but deep passionate kiss that left Richey gasping for breath. “That would be because I get to spend so much time with you instead of having to make excuses for us to be together.”
“So you don’t find it boring now we don’t have to be so furtive anymore?”
James held Richey’s head gently in his hands and ran his thumbs up and down his cheeks in a soothing motion. “I love you Richey. The only difference is that now I don’t have to hide it; how could I find that boring?”
“You would tell me?”
James giggled and hugged Richey tightly to him; sometimes he was so insecure. “There’ll never be a need to tell you love.”

“You say the sweetest things.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I’m surprised your fiancée rang to wish you luck though; she had one helluva shock that day.”
“Richey?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think you could stop twittering and start kissing me?”
“I noticed you were getting a bit…erm, interested!” To tease James even more Richey ground down into his groin stimulating James’ already painful erection.
“Oh you little…” he hissed, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, leaving his neck exposed for Richey to plant lots of tiny kisses and licks.
“Time for these bloody clothes to come off I think!” announced Richey with a mischievous flourish.

James watched in awe as Richey discarded his clothes in his usual hurry before standing still for James to admire him, smirking when he noticed James run a hand over his crotch to try and calm down the growth beneath.
“Nearly forgot!” proclaimed Richey and then scampered off to the downstairs cloakroom.
“Lube!” James said aloud, deciding to undress himself rather than wait for Richey.

“Spoilsport!” declared Richey, shaking his arse at James when he walked back into the room. “I was looking forward to that bit.”
“Sorry honey but I couldn’t wait,” smiled James, stroking Richey’s face and then allowing his hand to wander down his chest and stomach. “My clothes were getting a little…tight.”
Richey couldn’t stifle the giggle that left his lips. “Oops!” He took James hand and guided him in front of the roaring fire, pulling him into a kiss and sliding down to the floor where they became a frantic mess of arms and legs as they kissed wantonly.
“If that fire…” gasped James, “spits and burns my arse there will be hell to pay Edwards!”
“If that fire spits and burns your arse James,” announced Richey, “I will kiss the burns better for you!”

James rolled his eyes and then slammed his lips back down onto Richey’s, snaking a hand down to envelop Richey’s hard throbbing dick and stroking it slowly and purposefully, knowing that with the mood Richey was in, he would be needing a quick release. ‘Payback time’ James thought to himself.
Richey thrust his hips imitating the pace he wanted James to use but James ignored him and continued with his delicious teasing.
“James!” begged Richey. “Please.”
“Patience lover!” James sniggered, ceasing his caressing of Richey’s hard cock briefly, then swallowing the moan of protest that escaped Richey’s luscious lips.
“I need this James.”
“I know you do android, but I want you to savour it.”
“Sometimes you are too virtuous,” he moaned. “Just let me cum!”

“Stop-calling-me-virtuous,” whimpered James between kisses.
“Well you are.”
“Because I want you to gain as much from it as you can?”
“It’s not that I don’t…” he let out a shriek when he suddenly felt James sliding down his body, licking each inch that he travelled. “James, that’s good.”
James snickered when Richey’s fingers began twining in his hair, guiding his head downwards. “What can I do for you baby?” James winked at him licking around Richey’s groin.
“You bastard!” cried Richey jokingly. “Stop messing about! The size my dick is right now it’s not easy to miss is it?”

James took Richey’s throbbing cock in his hand once more and seemed to examine it in minute detail, lifting it higher up and studying it closely; twisting and turning his head at all kinds of odd angles, making appreciative noises, fully aware that he was driving Richey insane.
“You are so wet,” James announced with a glint in his eyes and then flicked out his tongue and licked up the precum from the head.

That was it!

Richey dispensed with the pleasantries and with a wild growl that took James utterly by surprise, forced James’ mouth onto his throbbing and almost painful cock and demanded: “Don’t you stop until I cum and no more teasing!”
James almost gagged with the force that Richey used but ultimately the dominating side of Richey being prevalent for once turned him on; that was always a huge aphrodisiac for him. His dick nudged the back of James’ throat making James sigh in pleasure as he savoured the taste of his lover. Soon James settled into a steady rhythm with his sucking but it wasn’t fast enough for Rich who kept trying to make James work faster by bucking into his mouth. James was having none of it; there was only so much of Richey’s dominance he was prepared to acquiesce to, however erotic it may be.

“James you bastard, fucking hurry up!” Richey yelled in frustration, his orgasm getting closer and spiralling. Sometimes his orgasms were so powerful he felt as though he was hurtling out of control and would scream at the top of his voice, the build up to his release like a sweet torture that James revelled in. Often Rich would want a quickie to start to help desensitise him, but James loved seeing him squirm in ecstasy and would often infuriate Rich by giving him a slow suck or hand job knowing that his orgasm would be all the more potent as a result.

Richey arched his back violently and let out a deep primal growl as his seed spilled into James mouth in swift bursts; his hips thrusting wildly as his body shook and trembled. Gradually Richey released his grip on James’ hair and began stroking it lovingly, his body steadily calming and his breathing gradually steadying.
“I love you android,” smiled James as he stared with pure love into Richey’s muddied eyes and then kissed him on the tip of his nose.
Richey smiled back, whimpered and tugged James down to his chest for a cuddle.

They cuddled in front of the fire, sighing and stroking but saying nothing; they didn’t need to, and Richey then dozed off briefly, happily ensconced in the strong, muscular arms of his lover. He had been worried when James had first suggested moving in with him, afraid that James would realise it was the sneaking around he loved more than Richey but nothing could be further from the truth. Whilst he still occasionally suffered from insecurity, Richey was well aware that what he and James had was very special and the bond between them had deepened and strengthened.

“We should do this more often,” Richey sighed lazily as he stretched his arms out to help him wake up.
“As if I don’t suck your delightful cock enough!”
Playfully Richey huffed in faux offence, and pretended to slap James hard across his thighs. “Not that! Though I have to say you could suck my dick all day if you wanted.”
“If it stayed hard that long I would!”
This time Richey did slap James across the thighs. “That sounded like a line from a bad porno movie!”
“Actually I think it was,” grimaced James before collapsing into fits of laughter, and play fighting with Richey.

For several minutes they duelled on the carpet, rolling around and laughing stupidly, jokingly nipping, biting and pinching the other’s skin.
“What?” asked Richey, when James ceased tormenting him and stared at him with lust-filled eyes and deep heavy breaths, pinning Richey down on the carpet.
“I want you.”
“But I haven’t…”
James knew exactly what Richey was inferring; he hadn’t pleasured him. “This isn’t a quid pro quo thing Richey, and right now what I want is you.”
A huge smile lit up Richey’s handsome face. “So what are you waiting for?” he asked, James’ hard dick brushing against his own.

“Turn over,” instructed James as he reached out for the lube and squirted a liberal amount over his palms and fingers.
“I’ll cum over your beautiful carpet if you wank me in this position,” announced Richey in confusion now on his hands and knees, that beautiful arse tempting James and making him grin.
“I’m going to fuck you lover, then I may make you cum, but NO touching yourself! You cum when I make you and not before.”
“JAMES!” bellowed Richey, raising a hand as he twisted his body to get a better view of James. “How can you be so fucking cruel?”
“Get back down,” he ordered, and Richey obeyed without so much as a mutter of protest.

“Oh James!”
“Shush.”
“I can’t,” moaned Richey, lost in the wonderful sensations that James’ fingers were eliciting as they probed and stretched him. “More, please!”
“As you asked so nicely,” drawled James, nibbling on Richey’s neck. He squirted some more of the lube over his palms and then rubbed it over his eager throbbing cock, and some around Richey’s entrance and, still nibbling and licking at that beautiful neck, slowly entered him.
“Oh my…fuck James!” cried Richey wriggling his arse back onto the cock that was going deeper and deeper inside him. “Stop being so…deliberate!”

James whimpered. Richey had no idea how much restraint he had to use not to thrust urgently and violently into him. He needed the release as much as Richey, but he didn’t want to hurt him, not that Richey would object, but it would mean he would be sore, too sore to make love for a day or so if James was too harsh with him, and James intended having lots of sex with Richey that night. He had lots of ideas!

They found a rhythm of compromise; not fast but not slow; not violent but not sweet and tender. Both content. Everytime Richey tried to stroke his dick; James tapped his hand out of the way or told him off. Richey would get his release, later…
When his orgasm ripped through him, James yelled out loud and then bit down hard onto Richey’s shoulder, digging his fingers deeply into his flesh making Richey scream in shock rather than pain. Swiftly James pulled out and indicated for Rich to turn onto his back and then grinned whilst watching some of his cum dripping down his lovers legs as Richey’s dick throbbed and twitched in anticipation.

“Would you like me to lick that twitching cock of yours Richey? I could lick up that wetness for you too,” James said, still panting and out of breath.
“I want to fuck you!” he groaned surprising James by pushing him onto his back and then kissing him hungrily until James forced their lips apart, gasping heavily for breath.
“Bloody hell honey,” he grinned. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been like this and I love it! Talk about insatiable.”
“I can’t help it,” pouted Richey. “My boyfriend is such a sexy guy I can’t keep my hands or my dick off him.”
James blushed: “My boyfriend’s very sexy too, in fact I just can’t get enough of him. He has this gorgeous pert arse and this enormous throbbing dick that tastes wonderful,” he sniggered, tenderly letting his thumbs roam over Richey’s cheeks and lips. “Then there are his eyes and lips; I could get lost in those eyes and I never want to stop kissing those lips.”

“James,” whispered Richey sexily.
“Yes honey.”
“Stop talking.”
“Of course!” His lips were captured in a headily erotic kiss.

Richey decided as he made love with James in front of the fire that next time he would put a quilt or something on the floor; those carpet burns really stung!

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