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cried out as Nicky’s fingers pushed hard against that most sensitive spot inside of him at the same time as he swallowed around his cock. Jonas literally saw stars and felt his hips push upwards. For a moment he felt he couldn’t breathe; then his body fell back into the couch and he opened his eyes. Nicky was staring up at him cheekily, still slowly licking Jonas’s cock, lapping up the remainder of his release. Jonas twitched involuntarily from time to time, the head of his cock so sensitive now.
    “Geez, Nicky, come here,” Jonas beckoned, his breathing only just calming down. Nicky was still rock hard. “Let me take care of you?” Nicky straddled him again, snuggling into Jonas’s arms.
    “Unless you prefer to fuck me? You know you can.” Nicky scrunched his face. “Can we just cuddle?” he asked, some embarrassment clearly visible in his expression.

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    “Sure,” Jonas said, pulling him closer, “but don’t you want to come too? It was pretty amazing what you did to me just now. I don’t usually get treats like that.” Nicky was pushing his body close to Jonas’s, clearly eager for friction, so why was he so afraid to ask for it?
    “I thought you liked being fucked?” Nicky asked innocently.
    “I do, but it’s for both of our pleasure. This was just for me.”
    “Oh,” Nicky said, putting his head on Jonas’s shoulder.
    Jonas was waiting for something more but when Nicky remained silent, he kissed his hair. “Will you let me make it good for you too?”
    “So Clay fucks you five times on Sunday, and then you get on a plane and fly back to London?”
    Jonas chuckled and softly started stroking Nicky’s still rock hard erection. “Well, there’s always a parting gift.” He kissed Nicky and felt the young man’s repressed hunger. Nicky moaned into his mouth as he sped up the movements of his hand. “After he’s made me come all five times, because he is an attentive lover after all, he lets me fuck him, on the bed. He wails and screams and begs for more, until he comes like a race horse. Hard and copious!” A few more hard strokes and Nicky was convulsing in his arms, thick white strands of come splattering between their bellies. Nicky held onto him as if he was drowning, and Jonas felt him shiver. “You’re cold.” He picked Nicky up and carried him to the bedroom, lowering his limp body onto the bed.
    “Don’t leave me,” Nicky almost whimpered when Jonas got up again.
    “Just getting the baby wipes,” Jonas chuckled.
    “I’m sorry,” Nicky apologized, composing himself. “I… I’m usually not this needy.”
    “Oh, I think you are,” Jonas rebutted, wiping his own stomach and Nicky’s. “You’ve only just learned to ask for what you want.” Nicky looked up at him with large eyes.

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    “Tanna usually makes sure you have what you need, doesn’t she?
    Nicky nodded reluctantly.
    “Well, I’m here for as long as you need me, even if that means all week.”
    “Will you tell me more stories?” Nicky asked, his self-confidence clearly returning.
    “You’re a little pervert, aren’t you?” Jonas asked, tongue firmly planted in cheek.
    “I thought you’d have caught on by now,” Nicky answered, equally cheekily.
    “Hey, I’m an old guy, give me some credit!” Jonas quipped.
    “Well, come here, old guy, and keep me warm!”

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    THE next morning Jonas woke up alone, the apartment eerily quiet.
    He got up and walked to the bathroom to relieve his more-than-full bladder and was just starting to see clearly when he noticed a pink Post-It note stuck to the wall opposite the toilet. He leaned in closer.

    When you’re up call extension 11
    Dress casual and then call me,
    Love
    xxx
    Tanna
    P.S. There’s a phone behind you.

    After finishing his pee, he turned around and found the phone exactly where Tanna said it would be and dialed 11.
    “Yes, Mr. Hunter. Can we bring you breakfast?” a fresh young voice said.
    Jonas was a little startled at the personal approach. “Yes, please do,” he answered, common courtesy taking over.
    Fifteen minutes later he exited the bathroom from a nice, scalding hot shower, still drying his hair. In the middle of the sitting room was a trolley filled with every conceivable breakfast item from bacon and eggs, toast, sausages, tomato and baked beans to pancakes and waffles with maple syrup, fresh fruit, cereal, assorted jams, and orange juice, coffee, tea, and milk. Jonas raised his