Playing the Game

PLAYING THE GAME

RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Paul Hunter/Elijah Wood, insinuated Matthew Stevens/Dominic Monaghan.
DISCLAIMER: This is *fiction*, i.e. it’s not real. As far as I’m aware, Elijah and Dominic have never even met these guys, let alone anything else. It’s pure fantasy.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Yes, I know this is pretty far fetched, but hey – a bunny is a bunny! In case you’re wondering, Paul Hunter, Matthew Stevens, Mark Williams and Steve Davis are all snooker players.
Thanks have to go to Laura (my wonderfully mad email friend) for putting this picture in my head in the first place and for helping me to come up with some of the ideas.

As for *thoughts* - you know the drill!

PART THREE – CLEARING THE TABLE

A week later, Mark and Steve were stood on Paul’s doorstep, waiting to be let in. They didn’t know what to expect, but there had been no word that they weren’t to show up so they knew they had to find out what was going on.

Mark knocked at the door again before turning to Steve. “I’m telling you, if he doesn’t open the door soon, I’ll have to-”

“Hey guys!”

The two men looked up as an incredibly enthusiastic American accent greeted them. Elijah was stood in the hallway, looking a lot happier than he had done in previous weeks. Mark smiled back at the young actor. “Hey Elijah. We weren’t sure what was happening today, so…”

“Come in.” Elijah moved back so that the other two men could get into the house. “Paul should be down in a minute.”

Mark raised an eyebrow at this. “So…you talked then?”

Elijah nodded. “We’ve talked a lot this last week. It’s been nice.”

“It’s been good for you too, by the looks of things,” Steve remarked.

Elijah looked down, a little embarrassed. “Well…you know…”

“What’ve you said to him?”

As Paul’s voice cut into the conversation, Elijah turned to face him. “Hey Paul.”

“Alright Lij?” Paul playfully ruffled the other man’s hair. “What’ve you been telling them, eh?”

“Me? Nothing.” Elijah grinned. “Why, do you want me to?”

Mark shot a meaningful look at Paul. The blond Yorkshire man caught the Welshman’s eye and nodded slightly. Turning back to Elijah, he asked, “Why don’t you go and set the table up?”

“Okay. Hey, you know what would be fun? We should have a kind-of tournament thing.” Elijah shot an almost pleading look at his teacher. “Can we? Since there’s four of us…”

“Sounds good.” Paul couldn’t help but tenderly touch Elijah’s cheek. “You go and sort it out then.”

Elijah nodded and practically bounced into the living room. Mark turned to Paul. “So…it’s Lij now, is it?”

Paul shrugged. “Better than what I was calling him a few weeks ago.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Mark smiled. “So are you and he…?”

Paul smiled a little. “I’ll leave that for you to decide.”

Steve grinned. “Let’s see…cute nickname…complete change in demeanour as soon as you’re within touching distance…I’d say so.”

Mark turned to Steve. “Why don’t you go and see if Elijah needs a hand?”

Steve instantly got the hint and walked into the living room. Mark turned back to Paul. “Have you spoken to Matthew yet?”

Paul looked down. “Not yet. I keep wanting to, but my nerve goes.”

Mark sighed. “You know all you have to do is phone him. I guarantee he’ll be glad to know you don’t hate him.”

Paul glanced up. “I’ll do it later,” he promised. “Now, shall we start the lesson?”

~*PH*~~*EW*~

Elijah immediately looked up when he heard Paul walk in with Mark. Smiling widely, he said, “I think we’ve got everything sorted.”

Steve nodded. “We decided that since Elijah’s still the student, he should spend as much time on the table as possible.”

Paul nodded, his passive demeanour concealing the images that Steve’s words had brought to mind. The blond had instantly pictured Elijah naked on the table, fully open to his attentions, squirming appreciatively as Paul touched him, as Paul…

*No! Stay focused!* Paul knew he couldn’t get too carried away, not with Mark and Steve there. There would be plenty of time for thinking about Elijah when they’d gone.

The Yorkshireman glanced up to see his three companions looking at him, clearly waiting for him to say something. He blushed slightly as he realised that he had tuned out of conversation.

Elijah giggled a little as he moved closer to his new boyfriend. Stretching up so that his mouth was by Paul’s ear, the actor whispered, “You’d love me to spend time on the table, wouldn’t you?”

Paul blushed even deeper at this. Was he really that transparent? Resisting the urge to take Elijah’s bait, the snooker player asked, “So what are we doing then?”

“Well if Elijah can tear himself away from you for long enough, I was gonna suggest that I play him first.” Steve shot a pointed look at the young American, who was now resting his head on Paul’s chest. Paul had unconsciously wrapped his arm around the smaller man, loving how Elijah was so close to him. He forced himself to fight back arousal as he thought of getting even closer to the other man.

Elijah smiled a little at Steve’s comment. “You mean I can’t play like this?”

“Well you might find holding the cue a little difficult like that,” Mark pointed out.

Elijah glanced up at Paul, moving one hand so that it rested on the blond’s stomach. The look in the smaller man’s eyes conveyed what he didn’t quite dare vocalise. Paul swallowed as he subtly reached for the roving hand, gently taking it in his own. The thought of Elijah touching him was almost too much, and he had to keep his composure while the others were there.

Elijah reluctantly pulled away, twining his fingers between Paul’s so that they gripped a little tighter. “Okay then. Can I break?”

Steve smiled a little as he nodded. “If you really want to.”

Elijah shot a half-loving, half-seductive smile at Paul before he moved towards the table. Paul moved to sit down, eyes fixed firmly on the dark-haired actor in front of him.

Mark grinned as he took a seat next to his friend. “Is this really the same man that told me Elijah deserved to suffer?”

Paul glanced down, still feeling a little ashamed for his previous behaviour towards Elijah. “I know I should have done this sooner.”

“But the important thing is that you did it.” Mark placed a reassuring hand on Paul’s knee. “And now both of you are a lot happier.”

“Hey!” Elijah called over from the snooker table. In a teasing voice, he said, “Hands off my man!”

Mark grinned, keeping his hand where it was. “Why? What are you going to do if I don’t?”

Elijah fell silent as he thought about that for a couple of moments. Then he came back with, “I’ll set Viggo on you!”

“He’d have to find me first!” Mark laughed as he moved his hand from Paul’s knee, sitting back in the chair he had taken. “But there, if it makes you happy I won’t touch him.”

“Good. That’s my job.” Elijah shot a meaningful look at Paul, who was now shifting in his seat. “You can find your own good-looking snooker guy to play with.”

Mark continued to laugh. “I’m sure my girlfriend would have something to say about that.”

“Anyway, you.” Steve tapped Elijah with his cue. “Are you going to make this break or not?”

Paul couldn’t help but smile in spite of himself. Elijah was clearly in high spirits and his energy was beginning to wear off on the blond. He shifted again in his seat as thoughts of how this energy could be used crept into his mind. He and Elijah hadn’t gone that far yet, because Elijah wanted to make sure that Paul would be ready. *Well, I certainly seem to be ready now.*

~*PH*~~*EW*~


Twenty minutes later, Steve had managed to pot the black and clear the table. Elijah looked up from where he had been chalking the tip of his cue, forcing his thoughts back to present time. “Well done.”

“You weren’t bad yourself.” Steve smiled as he gently took the chalk from the younger man. “When you weren’t too busy thinking of Mr Hunter, of course.”

A thrill shot through Elijah as Steve spoke the words “Mr Hunter”. Something about the phrase just seemed so deliciously wrong, especially with the mental image it was being combined with.

Steve was about to speak again when Mark approached the table. “Nice job, Steve. But next time, you could try keeping his attention.”

Steve pouted mockingly. “It’s not my fault his mind’s on another planet.”

Mark pretended to consider this. “You’re right. After all, Paul is better looking for a start.”

The Welshman ducked as Steve playfully swiped at him. Elijah was about to intervene when he felt an arm wrap around his waist. Before he could look up, Paul’s voice was in his ear. “Seductive little thing, aren’t you?”

Elijah smiled as he innocently asked, “What do you mean?”

Paul gently nipped at the other man’s ear lobe before replying, “Don’t think I didn’t notice you stretching for those longer shots. You really are trying to undo me, aren’t you?”

“Would I?” Elijah forced himself to stay calm, willing his body not to respond. “Can I help it if I can’t reach?”

“That’s what the rest’s for.” Paul gently ran his tongue over Elijah’s ear, temporarily forgetting that they weren’t alone.

Mark grinned in amusement as he said, “Almost seems a shame to separate them, doesn’t it?”

Steve nodded. “Still, I think we should say something. I don’t know about you, but personally I can think of better ways to spend my time than watching those two.”

The last part of the sentence was spoken intentionally loudly. Paul and Elijah instantly looked up, pulling away from each other slightly as they realised they were being watched.

Mark laughed a little at this before asking, “So do I get my game with Elijah?”

“Well you really should be asking him.” Paul allowed one of his hands to rest gently on Elijah’s ass. “After all, he’s the one that has to play.”

Elijah smiled to himself as he realised what Paul was trying to do. Still, the American decided to hold out for a while longer. Turning to Mark, he said, “Well I wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”

“Fair enough. If you want to play, I’m game. But I break this time.”

Elijah smiled sweetly at the Welshman. “Be my guest.”

~*PH*~~*EW*~

Thirty-five minutes later and blue, pink and black still needed potting. As he watched, Paul began to feel that he would explode if he had to watch Elijah for much longer. The actor now seemed to be emphasising every move he made, deliberately taking long shots when there was an equally good close shot. Every step he took, every time he aimed for the cue ball, seduction exuded from every part of Elijah’s being.

Paul’s thoughts were interrupted by Steve. “Elijah seems to be getting a lot better, doesn’t he?”

Paul nodded, transfixed with watching the dark-haired American as he moved to take a shot at the pink. The younger man seemed to be taking his time aiming, obviously giving the blond as good a view as he could get.

Steve grinned as he leant in closer. “Of course, I doubt you’ve noticed anything about how well he’s been playing this entire session.”

Paul tore his gaze away to fully face Steve. “And what, prey tell, is that supposed to mean?”

Steve’s grin widened. “Oh come on, Paul. You couldn’t be more obvious if you had a big neon sign over your head saying-”

“Fuck me, Elijah!”

The two men looked up at Mark’s exclamation. The Welshman was looking at Elijah in amazement, while the actor looked almost stunned.

Mark looked up as his two friends approached the table. “Would you believe, a month and he’s beating the World number one?”

Paul gave the young American a look filled with pride. “I know. Amazing, isn’t he?”

Elijah blushed a little. “Well I did have a great teacher. Three great teachers,” he hastily added.

Steve laughed at this. “Well I’ll tell you one thing, you’ve got great timing.”

“What? Why…what does he mean?” Elijah turned to Paul, who was staring at the floor.

Mark grinned as he caught Steve’s eye. “I think your final shot coincided nicely with their conversation.”

Elijah smiled coyly as he realised what was being implied. “I didn’t realise you’d be having such…interesting discussions about me.”

“Getting conversation out of Paul at all was a near impossibility!” Steve turned to Mark. “Anyway, we’d better be going.”

Mark nodded. “Things to do, people to see…or is that the other way around?”

Elijah couldn’t help but giggle at this. He felt Paul reaching for his hand and instantly locked their fingers together.

Paul smiled calmly at his friends. “Well, if you really have to leave…”

“We’ll show ourselves out again. Let us know what’s happening next week.” Steve motioned for Mark to follow him and the two men left the room.

~*PH*~~*EW*~

As he heard the front door close, Elijah turned to face Paul. “Well that was subtle.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Paul gently cupped Elijah’s face. “So, do I get my game now?”

“Well, that all depends on if you want to.” Elijah wormed his way closer to Paul, tilting his head so that his voice was again in Paul’s ear. “Personally, I’d rather be playing with *other* balls.”

“Is that so?” Paul grazed the top of Elijah’s ear with his lips. “I was beginning to think you were just going to torture me.”

“Now why would I do that?” asked Elijah, before adding in an almost breathless voice, “Mr Hunter.”

Paul let out a quiet groan as he felt his pants tightening. Something about that incredibly seductive voice addressing him in such a formal manner seemed almost wrong, but in such a good way. The blond lifted Elijah’s head so that their lips could meet, passion meeting passion as the two bodies almost melted into one. As the kiss deepened, Paul could feel Elijah hardening against his, cl, clearly as aroused as he was.

Elijah almost stumbled as Paul drove him back, lips still locked. He felt the back of his legs rest against something solid. The small part of his mind that was still with him reminded him that it must be the snooker table he was leaning against, before it went to join the rest of his brain elsewhere.

Paul pulled out of the kiss, taking a moment to savour the flush that was creeping over Elijah’s face. The lust within the bright blue eyes gave them even more of a glow than usual, betraying the fact that Elijah was by no means as innocent as he may have looked.

Elijah opened his mouth to ask why Paul had stopped, but his voice left him as he felt cool hands creeping up underneath his t-shirt and resting on his back. He allowed Paul to pull him closer, melting into the kiss that awaited him. The hands on his back crept ever-upwards, lifting the t-shirt with them. Elijah pulled back so that the t-shirt could be disposed off, shivering slightly as his skin became exposed.

Paul threw the t-shirt to one side as his eyes roved over the smaller man’s chest. In little more than a murmur, he said, “Climb onto the table, Lij.”

Elijah’s eyes widened. “So we really are going to…what about the cloth?”

Paul moved in to kiss his jaw. “It needs resurfacing anyway.”

Reassured by this, Elijah eased himself onto the table. He felt Paul lifting him, guiding him into position. He wriggled back a bit to allow the blond room to follow him onto the table, impressed at the ease with which Paul was taking control.

Paul gazed down at the half-naked form beneath him. “Sure this is the way you want to do it?”

Elijah nodded as best he could. “If it’s the way you wanna do it.”

Paul moved in to kiss Elijah before whispering, “I don’t think I’m quite ready for the other way. Besides,” he added, trailing kisses down Elijah’s throat, “you look good beneath me.”

Elijah whimpered slightly, rolling his head back so that his throat was fully exposed. He squirmed as Paul sucked gently at the skin, feeling his erection straining against his clothing. He reached up to unbutton Paul’s shirt, wanting to move things on just a little.

Paul grinned as he felt nimble fingers wrestling with the buttons, then moved to kiss Elijah again. As the younger man managed the final button, the blond murmured, “Do you have anything?”

Elijah nodded. “In my pocket.”

Paul gently kissed the smaller man’s jaw. “You obviously came prepared then.”

“Probably just as well I did.” Elijah started to pull the now open shirt from Paul’s body, craving contact with more of the other man’s naked flesh.

Paul sat up a little, still straddling the other man, and shrugged the shirt off. Running his hands up Elijah’s legs he asked, “Which pocket?”

“Right.”

Paul moved his right hand so that his fingers gripped the opening of the jeans’ pocket. “Am I allowed to get it?”

Elijah nodded. “You know you are. Please, stop teasing me!”

Paul cocked his head to the side, looking thoughtful. “Well I could…but then given how you’ve been teasing me all day…”

“I’m sorry!” Elijah wriggled impatiently. “Paul…please?”

The American forced Paul to make eye contact. At the pleading look, the blond gave in. “Alright. Since you asked so nicely.”

The Yorkshireman placed his hand into the other man’s pocket. He had intended just to get what he needed and then continue. However, his hand brushed past Elijah’s erection and he just couldn’t resist. He ever so gently began to stroke Elijah through his clothing.

Elijah squirmed at the gentle stimulation from Paul. Quiet moans escaped from his lips as Paul began to apply a little more pressure. In little more than a gasp, he said, “You’ve done this before.”

Paul grinned as he finally got hold of what he had been after and removed his hand from Elijah’s pocket. “You think so?”

Elijah didn’t answer, instead choosing to pull the other man down to him. As he kissed Paul, he allowed a hand to stray to the fastenings of the blond’s trousers. He could feel Paul’s hardened cock through the thin fabric and gently ran a finger along it.

Paul pulled back a little to draw breath, placing the items he had retrieved onto the edge of the table, above Elijah’s head. “It’s felt a little trapped for at least a couple of hours, you know.”

Elijah smiled a little as he fumbled with the fastenings. “I suppose I’d better do something about that then.”

Paul stopped the younger man’s hand. “You first. I want a better look at you.”

Elijah pouted. “Why should I be first?”

The blond grinned as he reached for the fly of the other man’s jeans. “When you’re the one pinning me down, then you can ask those sorts of questions.”

Elijah was about to reply when he felt Paul’s hand slip between his jeans and his boxers. All desire to protest left him as the blond began to touch him again, this time feeling so much closer than before.

Paul gently began to force Elijah’s jeans down with his free hand. The younger man arched upwards to allow the blond an easier time of it. Paul had to pause for breath at this vision – Elijah’s back arched, head thrown back in a picture of perfect passion. The hand that had been stroking the actor now slid up past his navel as Paul took the time to fully appreciate the sight.

Elijah let out a slight keening whine. “Are you gonna carry on, or just look at me?”

Paul pretended to pause for thought. “Well, you do look rather beautiful as you are…”

Elijah blushed, but pretended not to notice. “I’m even more beautiful if you keep going.”

“Modest, aren’t you?” Paul continued to work down Elijah’s jeans until they were almost down by the American’s knees.

“No, just trying to get you to carry on.” Elijah allowed his back to rest against the table again. “The sooner you move on, the sooner you get to be buried in my ass.”

Paul smiled endearingly at this. “You’re amazing, you know? I would have had you down as such an innocent.”

Elijah pouted. “So I’m not as I look. Big deal. Can we move on now so you can fuck me?”

Paul grinned as he kissed the other man. “Whatever you say.”

The blond turned his full attention to removing Elijah’s jeans, pausing to take a closer look at the now bare legs. He was amazed at how perfectly formed Elijah was – he was slight, for a man, but on him it just seemed right.

Paul ran his hands up the inside of the dark-haired man’s legs. “Do you know you’re perfect?”

Elijah blushed. “I am not!”

“Yes you are.” Paul moved to kiss Elijah, pinning the smaller man down so that he could barely move.

Elijah managed to move his hands so that he could tackle the fastenings of Paul’s trousers again. As he worked his fingers over the button, he allowed a couple to brush past the blond’s erection, determined that Paul would not out-tease him.

Paul pulled back a little to let Elijah push his trousers down. The actor seemed to be struggling, given that he was not exactly in the best position for what he was trying to do. Grinning, the snooker player pulled back and finished removing his trousers, before moving in to kiss Elijah once more.

Elijah pulled the blond closer to him, intertwining their legs as he did so. The American had had a couple of lovers before this, but none of them had felt quite this good. He moaned slightly as Paul pulled away.

Paul gently brushed some hair from Elijah’s face. “You know, I could kiss you all day.”

Elijah grazed the other man’s jaw with his lips. “You could. But then you’d miss out on the fun part.”

Paul started to trail kisses down Elijah’s throat and chest. He allowed his tongue to trail over to one of the actor’s nipples and gently tease it, guided by Elijah’s soft moans. He moved from one nipple to the other, all the while fully aware of the American’s now throbbing member pressing against his thigh. His hands trembled a little as they began to push down Elijah’s boxers, eliciting a louder moan from his lover. As he removed the younger man’s final item of clothing, the blond began to trail kisses further down Elijah’s torso, travelling across his stomach to his navel. Visions of his earlier mental images flashed in his mind as Elijah squirmed almost exactly as he had imagined the actor would.

Elijah tried to will himself to strip Paul of his own underwear, but any thoughts of action were soon quelled when he felt a gentle, almost hesitant tongue on his cock. The American knew that he would have to play more of a guiding role from now on, since this was bound to be new territory for the Yorkshireman.

Paul felt a reassuring hand caress his upper back as his lips red thd the tip of Elijah’s erection. He cautiously took the shaft into his mouth, determined not to hurt the other man. As he ran his tongue gently across the head, he felt the American’s fingers clawing at his shoulder, subtly pulling him closer. The blond took this to mean that more pressure would be okay and began to add just a little more force with his tongue.

Elijah arched back as Paul grew in confidence. He began to gently thrust his hips, effectively fucking the other man’s mouth. His grip on the blond’s shoulder tightened slightly as he was driven ever-closer to the edge.

As he felt the grip tighten, Paul gently released Elijah from his m. A . A gentle whine sounded from the actor. “Why have you stopped?”

Paul gently ran his hand up Elijah’s chest. “I want us to come together…that’s okay, isn’t it?”

Elijah thought he would melt at the uncertainty in the blond’s voice. “Of course that’s okay…I’ll try and hold out, if I can.”

Paul smiled a little. “I won’t make you suffer much longer.”

“You might have to.” Elijah reached for Paul’s hand. “It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked, so you’re gonna have to prepare me.”

Paul bit his lip. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Elijah pulled Paul upwards, kissing him gently before continuing, “You’ll just have to let me take control here.”

Paul nodded. Elijah ran his hand along the snooker player’s back. “I don’t feel like I’m doing enough.”

“You’re doing plenty.” Paul kissed Elijah, wanting to reassure him. “Besides, next time we can swap.”

“I look forward to it.” Elijah grinned. “Now, where were we?”

“Getting you ready to be fucked.”

“Ah yes. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I can take two, provided you use enough lubricant.”

Paul had to think for a couple of seconds before he caught on to what Elijah meant. He reached for the first of the two small packets he had retrieved from the younger man’s jeans and tore it open. Squeezing most of the substance onto his fingers, he replaced the sachet before turning to Elijah. “What now?”

Elijah giggled a little as he reached for Paul’s boxers. “It might have helped if you’d done this first.”

“But then I wouldn’t have you doing it for me,” the blond pointed out, trying to act as though it had all been intentional.

Elijah giggled again. “If you say so.” He managed to get the boxers most of the way down. “Now, kick those off and we’ll carry on.”

Paul did as he was told, using his feet and his non-lubed hand to remove his underwear. As he turned back to face Elijah, the American lifted his legs so that they rested on the blond’s shoulders, shifting so that he was in a suitable position. “I don’t think I need to explain the rest.”

At Elijah’s words, Paul gently rested his fingers at the smaller man’s opening. He used the tips of his fingers to open the entrance up a little, before working his fingers a little way in.

Elijah wriggled a little. “Don’t be so af. Yo. You’ll know if you’re hurting me.”

Paul eased his fingers in further, consciously moving as slowly and gently as he could. He felt slender fingers brush past his member, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot though him. His fingers inadvertently forced their way further into Elijah’s body, causing the other man to moan slightly. “That’s good!”

Reassured by this, Paul built up a little pace. The oil on his fingers helped with the quicker pace, allowing him to move relatively freely within Elijah’s entrance. Elijah was pushing down on these fingers, shamelessly begging for more with all he received.

As his fingers brushed over a hidden gland, Paul felt the American buck against him. Sweat beaded on the actor’s small frame, glistening as Elijah writhed beneath his boyfriend. Paul continued his preparation, occasionally brushing past the hidden gland.

Elijah continued to moan as Paul began to relax. After a while, he reached down to stop the blond. In a gasping voice, he said, “I can’t…hold out much more. I…I’m ready.”

Paul nodded. He carefully pulled his fingers out and reached for the other thing he had got from Elijah’s pocket. As he did so, he felt nimble hands rolling the condom onto his cock. Elijah grinned as he locked eyes with his lover. “I prefer it this way.”

Paul answered with a kiss, before muttering, “You’re far too talented, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Elijah returned the kiss with passion before almost pleading, “Now fuck me.”

Paul used a hand to gently separate the American’s buttocks before gently easing his cock in. Elijah’s hand was on the small of his back, guiding him in at just the right pace. The Yorkshireman’s generosity with lubricant meant that his shaft slid in quite easily. Paul began to thrust slowly, knowing that if the other man wanted more pace then he would show it.

Elijah’s hand stayed on Paul’s back, gently coaxing the blond into a faster, harder rhythm. As his lover’s breathing quickened, Elijah knew that Paul was reaching the edge.

As he dared to thrust a little harder, Paul heard Elijah cry out passionately. The American stilled the hand on his back; a sure sign that Paul had found his rhythm. He continued at the desired pace, his own desire fuelled by a mixture of Elijah’s cries and the sensation of the American’s ass clenched so tightly to his cock.

Elijah continued to writhe as Paul continued to hit his prostate, feeling his climax begin to wash over him. He tried to hold back but it was no good; sensation overwhelmed him as he came, almost screaming Paul’s name.

The sudden contraction of muscle as the actor climaxed was enough for Paul to follow suit. As he released inside Elijah’s body, he felt his boyfriend’s cum spill onto him. Both men called out to the other, feeling their togetherness cemented by their shared orgasm.

As passion subsided Paul carefully pulled out, being careful to ensure that the condom came with him. He eased Elijah out of the position he had been in, ensuring that the younger man was now lying in a relatively comfortable position. After removing the latex from his now spent memberul mul moved so that he was lying next to the man he had just made love to.

Elijah smiled as his boyfriend lay next to him. “That was amazing; you were amazing.”

Paul smiled as he stroked the young actor’s cheek. “Not as amazing as you.”

The dark-haired man snuggled closer to the blond. “I guess that’s a matter of opinion.”

Paul hugged Elijah to him, kissing the top of his head. “Maybe so. I think we’ll have to try again soon to find out.”

Elijah smiled. “You’re keen. Does this mean I get to top next time?”

“If you want to.”

Elijah let out a contented sigh as he rested his head against Paul’s chest. Gazing down the length of the table, he asked, “You were sure about this table needing resurfacing, weren’t you?”

Paul followed his lover’s gaze. There was no doubt about it – the mixture of cum and lubricant had rendered the table out of use. “Well, it does now, that’s for sure.”

Elijah placed a kiss on the blond’s shoulder before replying, “At this rate, we’ll be keeping whoever does resurfacing in business.”

“Yeah, but you’re worth it.”

Elijah blushed at Paul’s compliment. “You’re too nice to me.”

“No I’m not. You deserve it.” Paul reluctantly sat up. “Well, come on you. We need to get cleaned up.”

Elijah groaned as he moved to get off the table. “I’ll be there as soon as I feel like I can move again.”