The few weeks around Christmas and the New year are a chaotic jumble of work, late deliveries and preparations for dinners and presents. I’m not a lover of Christmas per se, but I like to help make dinner a bit special and we do all love opening presents on Christmas Morning.

This year is, of course, a bit different. Paul is so busy with family, work and friends, a wild jumble of dinners, parties and gatherings, that we barely have time together for almost four weeks. We manage to meet for a quick lunch and exchange gifts with promises to not open them early. I’ve made a proper necklace, to match my own and replace the rushed one I cobbled together for his birthday. I’m wearing our initials on my one for now.

After such a wonderful birthday sleep-over, I find it hard to be apart from him for so long, even though we message and talk on the phone a fair bit. Still, not even that happens as often as we would both like, Paul simply can’t find a space to be by himself, even at home, for him to have enough privacy to chat to me as he would like.

The best we can manage is a few minutes when we have a chance to message each other and catch up a little.

PAUL: Hey you. I’m so sorry I haven’t been in touch for a couple of days. Just never got a moment to myself.

ME: Hi honey. It’s fine. I miss you loads.

PAUL: You mean you miss my loads, lol.

ME: You really are filthy, aren’t you. That must be why I love you so much.

PAUL: I wish I could see you again before New Year.

ME: Oh fuck, so do I. I’m not sure I can stand being apart for much longer.

PAUL: This is getting a bit deep, isn’t it. I just want to be with you all the time.

ME: It’ll be fine. Once you get back to work and college we can get back to our old routine.

PAUL: Yes, that’ll be really nice. Not sure it’s enough anymore!

PAUL: I can only pretend to have a certain amount of homework!

PAUL: Thank you for the necklace. It is just like your one, isn’t it.

ME: Yes. It’s exactly the same, except I made it a couple of inches longer, you have a bigger neck than me.

PAUL: Well, I’m wearing it all the time. I’m never taking it off.

ME: Quick change of subject before I go?

PAUL: Yes sure!

ME: I’ve got a bit of a plan, for spending time together. Not right away, but I’m working on something.

PAUL: Well, now you’ve got my attention.

ME: You’ll have to wait until I see you again.

PAUL: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a massive fucking tease!

ME: Only you, babe. It must be true!

PAUL: Sorry, gotta go. Dad’s calling me for something.

ME: No problem. Bye for now!

I’m lucky that I have work to distract me. I’ve been asked by a couple of regular small-business customers to help them change the way they work with their websites.

I had helped them to get started on an early, versatile and simple online shopping platform as part of a government-backed scheme that was heavily subsidised. Now the support is coming to an end, they simply can’t justify the fifty pounds a month fees that they honestly don’t get back in online sales.

Fortunately, I had already been toying with doing something similar, only with the database and management being kept local to reduce hosting fees and development costs. Now I was spending winter evenings rushing to get this project into a stable and working state, juggling thousands of lines of code, web templates and artwork.

It is all coming together, but it is slow work. I have to test and retest each step of the way and I’m working furiously to gain familiarity with new techniques and interfaces. I’ve always felt that I can write code quite quickly, but that doesn’t stop you from getting bogged down for hours on a couple of lines when the bug you are chasing is trying its hardest to evade your scrutiny.

At least the work has kept my mind off the fact that I haven’t seen Paul for almost a month. I’m not sure that it’s actually depressing, but I certainly feel sad and anxious in equal measure, even after such a short separation. When he finally tells me he will be free for a Saturday evening my heart leaps. I do understand the complex mechanics of his situation at home and just have to try to be patient. It’s not easy though, always being dependent on his availability.

When I hear him downstairs, saying hello to my parents, I start to feel a little nervous. Deep down I know that things are the same between us, but a part of me just has to worry that something has changed in the four weeks we have been apart.

This is a more general anxiety and something I’ve been aware of for many years. My over-thinking makes me fear the worst of any situation and I have to work hard to see the positives.

When he finally bursts into the office, he spins my chair around and hauls me to my feet in to a tight embrace and passionate kiss.

“Hi…” I buzz as his tongue tries to force my lips apart and his hands slide around my waist to grab both arse cheeks and draw me even closer. He shuffles to place his shoulder against the door, forcing it closed but not letting go of me, causing me to stumble a little. Luckily, he’s more than strong enough to stop me falling.

“Oh Alan, I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbles between kisses. “I need you now! Right now!”

“Yeah. Standing up then?”

“Hmm…” He turns me to face the back of the sofa and starts fumbling with the button of my pants with little success in his worked-up state.

“Let me do that,” I tell him pushing his hands away. I manage the task easier and drop both my trousers and boxers around my ankles, leaning forward to put my hands on the back of the couch.

I feel him move away for a few seconds, but when he returns his own pants are around his ankles and he has grabbed our bottle of lube. “Bend over,” he commands as I glance back and see him spreading lube on his throbbing erection. With a little more on the tip of his finger, he slides it inside me and twists it in and out a few times.

“Yes, yes Paul, do it now!”

Putting a hand on my shoulder and pushing me down until I’m almost bent horizontal, he positions his cock with his other hand and starts to apply pressure, still aware enough to push slowly in to me.

I’m so ready for him that he slips in to the hilt almost immediately, his balls slapping into mine as he begins to thrust. His other hand comes down to rest on my other shoulder and his rhythm very quickly builds to a frenzied pace.

I barely have time to start to stroke my own dripping member before Paul grunts and comes balls-deep inside me. His orgasm lasts for an eternity, long enough for me to bring myself to an equally frenzied finish, shooting spunk all over the laminate flooring and the back of the sofa.

He eases out and shuffles me around to face him once more, back in to a tight and more tender embrace, our limp cocks mashing in to each other and lips locked together. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry Alan. I didn’t mean to be so rough or insistent.”

“Hey, relax. I needed you just as much. I’ve missed you so fucking badly. Don’t ever let us be apart for that long again. I don’t think I could stand it.”

“Yeah, it was only a month though.”

“Well, it felt like years.” I stop kissing him to take a look down at the two of us, pants still around our ankles and my semen all over the floor.

“Pull your pants up while I find a cloth or towel or something. We’re both a fucking mess.” We manage to make ourselves presentable and I grab a couple of paper towels and clean up the floor and back of the couch as best I can.

“Honesty time,” I tell him once we are sitting in the two office chairs. “I really liked you taking charge. It was really hot, being told what to do by you. You weren’t rough, but I liked it when you were being dominant.”

“I’m still sorry,” he whispers. “I was so aroused at the thought of seeing you again. I was hard before I got to the top of the stairs!”

“Better now though?”

“Yes, mostly.”

Settling down to watch a movie has calmed both of us somewhat. We’re now just content to cuddle on the couch, sharing touches and kisses, the movie mostly unwatched.

“Alan, do you want to tell me about your master plan now?”

“Hmm... Master Plan?”

“You know. The one that gets us to spend time together.”

“Oh, that master plan. Yes, sure.” I manage to push us apart and back to a sitting position so we can actually talk face-to-face. “First, a question. Do you have any leave days due from work? I don’t even know when they calculate them from or how many days you’re entitled to.”

“We run from April to April, with the tax year. I only have a couple of free days left between now and then. You know we mostly fit in with the schools and the building trade. There’s nothing right away, with Christmas now over. The next big break will be when we close for TT week. Apart from that, I’m the junior employee, so I get last pick. It sucks!”

“Right, that’s more or less what I thought. You have to take the days when the office is closed, right? We can work with that I think.”

“Work to do what? You’re dragging this out. Just bloody tell me!”

“Okay, okay, I’m getting there. So, you know I’m doing this programming for the shop website thing?”

“Yes, you’ve been really busy with it.”

“Well, it’s going to pay quite well and it’s a bit of an unexpected bonus. How would you feel about coming on holiday with me for TT week.”

“What, really?”

“Yes, nothing too fancy, but I was thinking about maybe going to see the Scottish Highlands. We could find a little cottage or something and drive around looking at the sights. I could take loads of photos and you could drive!”

“Are you really serious, a week, just the two of us?”

“Yes, I’m totally serious. I know it’s more than four months from now, but it is a chance to have a whole week together on our own. It’s just whether you’ll be allowed. Will your parents, well your dad mostly, let you go with me?”

“Actually, I think they might. Mum keeps asking me what I’m going to do to have a break from work at some point. I don’t want to go away in the camper with them anymore – Laura would drive me mad anyway. And, they’ve both stopped pestering me about getting a girlfriend. Maybe they’ll really be okay with this. We’ll just have to book a place that has two bedrooms and appear to be just platonic best friends!”

“Yes, that’s not a problem. As long as one of the beds is a double, we’ll be fine.”

“Absolutely, what they don’t know can’t hurt them.”

“So, you’ll come if you’re allowed?”

“You’ll not be able to stop me now. Now I understand why I love you so much Alan, you’re just awesome. Even a week of freedom will be amazing.”

“Well, ask them as soon as you get the opportunity and we can start to make some proper plans and get some bookings made.”

“I think you need a reward for all your planning,” Paul tells me after a few moments, his hand slipping across my knee and down the inside of my thigh. “Sit back and relax for a bit.”

He releases the button of my pants for the second time this evening and pulls my trousers and boxers all the way off. Kneeling on the floor between my feet, he takes my quickly stiffening cock in one hand and slowly strokes me to full arousal.

Looking up at me from beneath his brows, eyes on mine, he takes the end of my shaft in his mouth and starts to suck on me as he moves his head up and down, never taking his gaze off me.

As I moan in pleasure, he hums lightly, causing me to twitch with an uncontrolled muscle spasm. “Fuck,” I manage to whisper.

I move my hands down to either side of his head, gently cupping his ears and stroking his neck as he continues to move his head, slipping his lips up and down the length of my member. All the time he keeps his gaze fixed on me and it’s driving me crazy.

Just as I can feel myself beginning to tense, he stops and waits for a long few seconds before starting to move again, slower once more.

By the fourth time he stops, my hands drop from his head as I shake and shudder, still not being allowed to release. “Please, Paul, let me come now!” I manage to moan between deep breaths. Still looking up into my eyes, he starts to move rapidly, finally giving me the long-denied orgasm that I’m begging him for.

My entire body tenses as my spunk explodes into his mouth, my balls drawing tight as I spurt time and time again, slowly getting weaker and weaker until I’m totally spent. Paul has somehow managed to contain all my come and is still sucking gently on my quickly softening cock.

“God, I love you. Where did you get the idea to do that?” I finally manage to speak after a couple of minutes, my body still giving little twitches every few seconds.

“I don’t know. You said something about edging ages ago and it sort-of stuck in my mind. Did you enjoy it?”

“Did I enjoy it? Holy shit! You just continue to surprise and amaze me. Do you want me to do you?”

“Actually, I’m fine. You look far too wasted to do me justice.” He manages a smile. “Honestly, I got so much pleasure doing that for you that I really am okay. Anyway, I did kind of take advantage of your arse when I arrived.”

“It almost makes me want to spend time apart again. If this is how good it is when we finally get the opportunity to see each other, maybe we should make it a regular thing. Build up a big surplus of sexual energy and blow it all at once.”

“That’s totally not happening. I’m here every weekend from now on!”

“Yeah, okay, that actually does sound better.”

PAUL: I’ve got some news for you.

 

ME: Oh yes, news about what?

PAUL: Well, Dad seemed to be in a good mood last night, so I asked him about going away with you.

ME: Yes????

PAUL: He was a bit against it at first, but when Mum said she thought it was an excellent idea he said it would be fine as long as we drove safely.

ME: Oh FUCK! I’m dancing round the office!

PAUL: Look out Scotland, here we come!