© SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM 2009/10
"Bet you thought I'd forgotten about this, didn't you? True I've been a little distracted by Rayne's later adventures with Xavier but with the boys headed back to London I can't put off the end of Underwear for much longer. Buckle up, this is a long and rocky ride. As Channel 4 are so fond of warning, there will be violence, bad language and scenes of a (homo)sexual nature from the start!"
CHAPTER 8
UNCONVINCED
Dave Ramsey was still smiling knowingly a full five minutes after Kev dropped Rayne back at his apartment on their way in to the office. He had slipped into the front passenger seat whilst Kevan Delaney and his gorgeous boyfriend were still canoodling in the doorway like a pair of teenagers. After last night's heroic orgy at his place, he was amazed that they even had the energy for a quick cuddle, but from the way that Rayne was wrapped around Kevan as they swapped tongues in the glass-fronted foyer of the building they could have gone another round, given the time.
Kev glanced sidelong at him as he dropped back into the car with a contented sigh, conscious of his partner's knowing silence.
"What the fuck are you grinning at?" he wanted to know.
"I'm amazed you've not called in sick yet," Dave said, not remotely put out by his colleague's defensive attitude.
"Grow up, Ramsey!"
"Seriously," Dave chuckled. "If he'd been trying to mount me on the doorstep like that I'd have contracted fourteen different types of flu, rung Kapper and be back in bed by now."
"You have got a one track mind, mate. You know that?" Kev said uncomfortably, returning his attention to the road as he manoeuvred his ancient Saab through the Manchester morning traffic and flicked his indicator, pouncing on a miraculously available parking space at the last minute.
"I'm not alone though, am I?" Dave grinned at him. "You two seemed to enjoy yourselves last night, anyroad. I know Bern and Tony did."
"Your Bernie's a proper slut though," Kev said dryly, but a little smile twitched his lips as well at the memory of Dave's cute Dutch boyfriend riding him hard while he watched his partner and their big black lodger Tony, fucking Rayne in both ends. He had never seen Ray so hot for it before, and he knew that his foxy mate wasn't shy about showing his feelings in bed, or anywhere else for that matter. The little vampire made no secret of the fact that he loved the length and thickness of Kev's cock so it was no real surprise that he'd gone crazy for Tony's thick, black plunger. Even Kev had been a bit turned on by the sheer size of the scally fireman's massive hosepipe. When he pulled it out of his pants at the dinner table all their mouths had watered a little bit and, when Rayne finally went down on it, dinner had been forgotten in the stampede for the bedroom.
This morning when they woke he'd bucked himself into Rayne straight away. He was still hot for his mate, just a few hours after Tony had gone back down to his own flat to get some shut-eye and they'd curled up together, just the two of them. Ray had somehow sensed how conflicted he felt last night, but Kevan couldn't put his feelings into words that wouldn't upset his mate. He loved watching Rayne in action and he wanted in on that sexual action as well, but last night, after they had come to bed he'd only wanted to hold Rayne in his arms, to feel the contented warmth of his slender body, still hot and sweaty from the rough sex. Their lovemaking this morning had been fierce and tender, Rayne kissing and biting him hard as Kevan fucked him. He had been conscious all the while of the sound of the shower running in the bathroom next door and the fact that he would have to be in the office in just a couple of hours. That had only added to the ferocity of their lovemaking.
Dave had a point, it was a wrench to leave Rayne standing on the doorstep looking so naughty and so alluring. He told himself that his beautiful, foxy lover must be exhausted after last night's marathon but he also knew for a fact that it took more than a night of fucking to wear the little vampire out. Kev cursed the fact that he had not handed in his notice the other day. He could have just gone back to the apartment and told Kapper to fuck himself if he had been a bit more pro-active.
As they reached the gateway to the yard at Brown Street, Kev fished his mobile phone out of his pocket and slowed to a dawdle. Dave cast a look back at him.
"See you later," Kev said, waving him on with a grin. "If anyone asks though, I didn't look too good last night. Probably a dodgy biriyani, yeah?"
Dave laughed wickedly and watched him go with just a little twinge of jealousy.
Rayne was upstairs getting changed when the buzzer sounded from the hallway and he pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and wandered, bare-chested down to the front door to check his intercom. To his surprise it was Kevan standing outside looking up at him with a beaming smile on his face. Rayne pressed the button. "Forget something?"
"Just how hot you sound," Kevan's small, tinny voice answered cheekily. "And how fucking foxy you look lying starkers on that sofa! Why don't you let me in and get your clothes off so I can refresh my memory, huh?"
"
You
are supposed to be at work, Kev Delaney," Rayne teased, sliding a hand into the open waist of his jeans all the same. He stiffened with pleasure against the yielding denim.
"Nothing on my desk that won't keep," Kev said impatiently. "Now if
you
were
naked
on my desk, that would be a different matter!"
"You've changed your tune since last night," Rayne said quietly, recalling how withdrawn Kev had been after Tony went back downstairs.
"I realised what a fucking idiot I am," Kev pleaded. "Ahhh... let me in, Ray. Just for half an hour. I wanna ride you 'til we both beg for mercy."