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  “Don’t take too long,” Robert said. “Come for me when you can. I want to feel your dick pump and jerk in my hand the way it used to. Come, my gorgeous little sub, come for your Master.”

  “Oh, please, yes…I will, Sir, yes, more…”

  Steve tensed his abdominal muscles harder and crunched forward into Robert. Robert stood so hard and solid, an immovable, determined wall. And fuck, his hand was so big, so fucking amazing doing that, and squeezing him just right.

  He was trembling. Despite the cold he could feel sweat, like needlepoints, attacking his underarms and his forehead. He opened his mouth, panted—his balls were retracting, the release imminent.

  “Oh, fuck, it’s here…” he gasped.

  Robert bit his neck then gathered the sore spot of flesh into his mouth and sucked—hard.

  Steve groaned. The sting of the suction Robert had created, and knowing he was being marked, tipped him over the edge.

  He hung for a moment on the precipice, bliss swirling within him, then he let it all tumble and roll out. Hot jets of cum shot up his shaft, dragging with it wave after wave of pleasure that erupted and landed on the frosty ground.

  Robert upped the pace, used another shot of cum as lubricant, and continued to claim Steve with a throbbing lovebite.

  Brilliant lights flashed behind Steve’s closed eyes. His orgasm was hard and sharp and stole his breath. The heat and the cold warred for his attention. He shivered and bucked forward, surging his cock harder into Robert’s hand.

  Robert kissed his cheek and up to his temple, murmuring his approval of Steve’s unharnessed groans of pleasure.

  Steve glanced down. Robert’s speedy movements on his cock were a blur and the sound of flesh-on-flesh, wet friction, was music to his ears.

  “Ah, yeah, fuck…” he said, clutching Robert’s shoulders as yet another burst of cum released into the darkness and splattered onto the grass. He dragged in a deep breath that was laced with the scent of sex.

  “So fucking incredible,” Robert said. “Beautiful.”

  Steve tipped his head and kissed him, trying to show him with his mouth and his tongue how amazing Robert had made him feel. How amazing Robert had always made him feel, and he remembered every single time. Every single fucking horny thing they’d done together.

  Robert slowed his movements and the cold wrapped around Steve’s now cum-wet cock.

  Steve pulled in a deep breath. “Thanks.”

  “No, I should be the one saying thanks,” Robert whispered.

  Steve laughed a little breathlessly. “For what.”

  “For letting me touch you again. For giving me another chance.”

  “Is that what this is?”

  Robert continued to caress his softening cock. “I bloody hope so.”

  “Well, if that’s what you want?”

  “More than anything.” Robert touched his lips to Steve’s and spoke onto them. “More than anything I want us to give it another go. We had it good and we let it slide away from us, but now… Now I think we both know how special we are together, how much we wasted by drifting apart.”

  A bubble of emotion grew in Steve’s chest. Robert, for someone who could be emotionally shy, to say so much, tugged at his heartstrings. “Yes… I…” He paused, gathered himself. “I’ve been thinking the same, not consciously perhaps, but definitely it’s been there. So yes…” He reached up and in the darkness stroked Robert’s thick hair. “Let’s make Robert and Steve an item again.”

  “Exclusive?”

  “Well, unless we can find Carrick and have a threesome,” Steve said. “That guy is hot and we both think so.”

  Robert threw his head back and laughed, a deep guffaw that rattled around the trees. “You’ve just come and you want more?”

  “Well, it was you that mentioned the threesome. What if he’s waiting somewhere?”

  Robert released Steve’s cock.

  Steve quickly tucked himself away and did up his jeans.

  “I think we fell at the first clue. Maybe we’ll have to hold off that fantasy until next time he’s in town and remind him that we’re not so smart.”

  “Mmm… I guess you’re right.” Robert couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. He’d liked the idea of getting hot and bothered and fucked by Robert and Carrick, just for the fun of it. But in reality Robert was more than enough for him, especially after such a long break from fucking. “So how about you take me home to bed and I can do something about this.” Steve reached down and pressed his hand over Robert’s groin.

  “Oh, fuck, your little hands always were my undoing.” Robert groaned and put his palm on top of Steve’s knuckles, pressed him harder against his cock. “But yeah, let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

  He took Steve’s hand and led him out of the trees, back into the patch of light at the front of the exhibition.

  Steve stared at the building again. It had made sense, the clue, yet Carrick hadn’t been here waiting.

  Damn shame, that.

  Chapter Three

  “Want your picture taken there?” Robert asked, pointing at a poster of a Dalek that was glowing thanks to a spotlight on the pathway.

  “No, they give me the creeps, always have right since I was a kid.” Steve looked at the blue and white picture. “I used to hide behind the sofa when they came on. My sister insisted on watching the bloody programme.”

  “Ah, just go upstairs, they can’t chase you then. No legs.” Robert laughed.

  “Hey, what’s that?” Steve pointed at the Dalek’s flamethrower. “There’s something attached to the end.”

  “Dunno.”

  They walked over to it. Sure enough there was a folded piece of white paper stuck to the poster.

  Robert plucked it off, Blu Tack and all. He unfolded it, revealing sprawling writing in black pen.

  “What does it say?” Steve asked, peering over Robert’s arm.

  “Pretty and Butch. Glad you liked my classic knock-knock joke, now for the next clue—Finders keepers. I hope you can work it out, but be sure to pick the lock.”

  “It’s from Carrick.”

  “Yeah, I reckon,” Robert said.

  “Pretty and Butch. That’s what he calls us?”

  Robert shrugged. “True though.”

  Steve stared up at Robert. Big and tough in his leather and with his devilishly roguish good looks, he was butch, no doubt about it. Hours at the gym saw to that, as did a total lack of vanity in his appearance.

  “So what does it mean? Finders keepers?”

  “Who the hell knows? Why couldn’t he have just given us the name of his hotel and his room number if he wanted some down and dirty with us?”

  “Would have been a damn sight easier,” Steve said then shivered. “And not as cold.”

  Robert put his arm around him. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, come on, let’s get moving, though. Warm up. I should have brought a coat, not just this hoodie.”

  “Well, if we can’t figure it out soon we’ll give up. I don’t want you to get the bloody flu and be in bed for all the wrong reasons for the next week or two.”

  Steve moulded himself against Robert. He adored it when he took care of him, made decisions for him. It gave him a sensation of being cherished…loved. It reminded him of how they used to be. And he was going to get a second chance at that, live it again. Happiness ballooned within him.

  “Finders keepers and be sure to pick the lock,” Steve said, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands and clenching the material into his fists.

  “Fuck, I have no idea,” Robert muttered.

  “No. I don’t either.” Steve clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He was frustrated. They’d clearly got it right with the first clue Carrick had given them, so they were on the same wavelength. How hard could it be? “He must have dashed to the exhibition after Jugglers and left that note.”

  “Yeah, he’s keen.”

  “Or not.”


  Robert huffed. “Yeah, maybe not. Maybe it’s his way of putting us off and not finding his hotel.” He paused. “Where does he usually stay, do you know?”

  “In the city centre, I think. I heard him call a cab once, he just said to the castle.”

  Robert nodded and steered Steve past the Assembly building. “Come on, let’s head this way, we can catch a taxi into town from the roundabout up there. Maybe we’ll have inspiration, and if not we’ll stay at mine.”

  “Good plan,” Steve said. He’d been to Robert’s place since they’d split, plenty of times, but now, going as his lover again, the thought sent a delicious tingle of anticipation through his stomach and to his groin. He could never have predicted his evening would turn out like it had, but he wasn’t complaining. Plus, he was already one orgasm in.

  They walked quickly and soon were at the road.

  Steve looked around for a taxi but couldn’t see one. “What does he want us to find and keep?”

  “I dunno. Bloody riddles.”

  “Keep, what is keep? What has a lock that you can pick?”

  “The prison?”

  “Mmm, maybe. Do you think he’d leave us a note there?”

  Robert shrugged and stuck his arm out as a taxi came into view. “You really want to head to that part of town?”

  “Nah, let’s go to Revs for a drink while we think about it.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  The taxi stopped and Robert held the door while Steve climbed into the warm interior.

  “Where to?” the driver asked.

  “Revs please, mate,” Robert said.

  “Where?”

  “Revolutions. Just opposite the castle,” Robert said, slipping in next to Steve and having to bend his knees high.

  “Ah, yeah. I got you.” The taxi pulled away, swung back round the crossing and headed for the city centre.

  Steve rested back, glad of the heat. The castle? Cardiff Castle, an imposing building with a high-walled front entrance opposite one of their favourite bars, Revs. The castle attracted visitors far and wide from around the world. Its moat, opulent rooms and impressive keep were admired and photographed by all.

  “The castle,” Steve said suddenly. “It has a keep.”

  “What?” Robert reached for his hand through the shadows.

  “The castle, it has a keep, the big building up on the hill, that’s what it’s called.”

  “Yeah, and…” Robert nodded, his eyes wide.

  “Well, what if that’s what he meant by finders keepers? The castle keep? Find our way to the castle and the keep.”

  Robert laughed. “I think you’re clutching at straws.”

  Steve frowned. “Well, he’s more likely to lead us there than the prison.”

  “Why? It’ll be shut and isn’t the keep in the grounds?”

  “Yeah.” Steve rubbed his forehead. “This is a wild goose chase. Let’s forget it.” Shame his cock didn’t think the same. A steady pulse in his shaft beat to the thought of a threesome. He set his attention on Robert.

  Robert shifted on the seat and rearranged the creases of denim in his groin.

  Steve grinned. He wasn’t the only one uncomfortable in the trouser department. Perhaps he’d have to be a good little submissive and sort his Master out sooner rather than later. It was only fair. He’d had his fun.

  “What?” Robert asked, looking at him.

  “Nothing.”

  “It is something.” Robert leaned closer. “And it’s filthy. I can tell.”

  “How can you possibly tell?” Steve asked, knowing he was being bratty.

  “You forget how well I know you, everything, all of it. There’s no hiding from me, Stevie, or had you forgotten that too?”

  Steve pulled in a breath. No, he hadn’t forgotten how he’d laid himself bare for Robert in the past. He’d made himself vulnerable, naked, stripped of everything but his love and lust and desire for more. Robert had held him together, the bones of him, his raw flesh, every piece of him. Robert had worshiped and cared for Steve with everything that he was.

  The feeling had been liberating; it had connected him with himself. After teenage years hiding his homosexuality and finally coming out, Robert had shown him that he was beautiful just as he was.

  He let out a long, low sigh. It was good, this feeling of being back with Robert.

  They reached a quiet street just before the castle.

  “Let’s walk from here,” Steve said.

  “Really?” Robert asked.

  “Yes, really.” Steve looked out at the dark corners and alleys. “Perfect.”

  Robert raised his eyebrows, then, “Here will do, mate; what’s the damage?”

  The taxi driver indicated and drew up at the kerb. “Nine fifty.”

  “Here you go.” Robert shoved a tenner forward. “That’ll do us.”

  “Cheers,” the driver said, “have a nice night.”

  “Oh, we will,” Steve said, opening the door and hopping out onto the deserted, dark street.

  Robert climbed out and slammed the door.

  The taxi drove off.

  “So why here?” Robert asked, pulling Steve close.

  “Well, I know you’re raring to go,” Steve said, sliding his hands around Robert’s waist. “And since I’ve had my fun, I thought before we do any more problem solving for Carrick, perhaps I could help you out with a little problem of your own.”

  “And what would that be?” One side of Robert’s mouth twitched.

  Steve cupped Robert’s arse and ground their pelvises together. Their stiff cocks came into alignment.

  Robert released a guttural sigh. “You trying to earn yourself a spanking?”

  “Maybe.” Steve grinned cheekily. “But I was thinking more along the lines of relieving you of all this tension.”

  Robert tightened his grip on Steve. “This tension has been building up for a few months—are you sure you’re ready for it?”

  “Fucking all of it… Master.”

  A muscle flexed in Robert’s cheek.

  Steve pressed his hand over it. “It seems I really am yours again.”

  “Thank God.” Robert kissed him, hard, but only fleetingly, then, “You thinking what I’m thinking?” He jerked his head at a dark passageway.

  “Yeah.”

  “Good.” Robert took Steve’s hand, and after a quick glance around pulled him into the darkest shadows.

  It took Steve’s eyes a moment to adjust, but it wasn’t as dark as in the trees at the Doctor Who Exhibition. He could make out a big wheelie bin, and a doorway and a wrought iron gate with barbed wire over the top.

  He shivered—excitement and cold mixing together.

  “In here,” Robert said, tucking them both into the doorway.

  Steve leaned against him, needing his heat and his strength.

  “You know what I want,” Robert said, dragging his hands through Steve’s hair, forcing his head to tip back.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Tell me?” There was a tremulous note of excitement in Robert’s voice. “Tell me what you think I want.”

  It turned Steve the hell on to know that Robert was as excited as he was. That he needed this dynamic the same way he did.

  “You want me to suck your dick, Master.”

  “You’re right there, Stevie.” He widened his stance and dropped his hands to Steve’s shoulders. “Now get on your knees and take me deep.”

  Steve sank down. Each inch lower brought with it surrender, a relinquishing of control. He was there to serve his Master. To give Robert what he needed. It didn’t matter that the night was cold, or that the concrete was hard on his knees. This was about losing himself to be at one with Robert.

  Damn, he’d missed this. Never had it with anyone before or since.

  But maybe Carrick would have taken him to the same surreal dimension where nothing mattered except obedience and pleasure.

  “Take me out,” Robert said hoarsely above him.r />
  “Yes.” Steve tugged at his button then undid the zipper on his jeans. He could feel Robert’s big cock straining beneath the material. Saliva pooled at the base of his tongue, the anticipation of having Robert’s thick dick in his mouth again was thrilling.

  “Hurry,” Robert said, fisting Steve’s hair at the crown of this head. “Faster.”

  Steve shoved at Robert’s jeans and underwear. His cock sprung out and Steve caught it in his palm.

  “Ah, fuck, yeah…” Robert said, shunting his hips forward. “Open up, sub. You know you want it.”

  “Yes, Master.” Steve opened wide and squeezed Robert’s dick.

  “Ah, that’s it…” Robert said, travelling on a fast glide to the back of Steve’s throat.

  Steve wrapped his tongue around the base of his cock, hugging Robert the way he knew he loved.

  Robert tightened his hold on Steve’s hair, yanking at the roots. He pulled out, so just the tip of his cock sat in Steve’s mouth.

  Steve sucked in a deep breath and fondled the ridges of Robert’s cockhead with the tip of this tongue, swiping over his slit and around his deep rim.

  Robert groaned then pistoned forward again, gripping Steve so that he had no choice but to take him deep.

  “Damn it, I’ve missed being down your throat,” Robert moaned. “Carrick’s a fool to give us…the runaround. He could be having this…now…” His words trailed off on a moan.

  Steve suckled, tugging the delicate end of Robert’s glans against the roof of his mouth.

  “Bloody hell,” Robert groaned, withdrew then shoved in. He set up a fast-paced rhythm. Hips swinging and thighs butting into Steve’s chest.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  His grip on Steve was tight and his breaths panted from him in great big huffs.

  Steve tasted the first drip of pre-cum mixing with the dark, rich flavour he always associated with Robert’s cock. He basted his tongue with it then swallowed it down. It was a taste he’d never get enough of. Would always want more of.

  Emotion suddenly overcame him—the wonder of being back with Robert, tonight of all nights, when Carrick, his current crush, had called him pretty. He clasped his hands on Robert’s hips, dragged him closer, deeper. He fought a gag, mewled his delight and stared up through the darkness at Robert.