[UltraChrome]

Title: His
Author: UC
Rating: MA
Pairing: Well...
Disclaimer: I made this up...yep, with my miiiiind.




“I dunno, Tim.”
“Come on...it’ll be good.”
“I just...I’m nervous. What if I can’t...?”
“You’ll be fine. Great even. And I’ll be right here.”
A sigh. “Ok.”
Tim cupped Paul’s face in warm hands and kissed him. “So gorgeous, you are.”
Paul smiled then, and closed his eyes. “Another?”
“As many as you need, Pauly.” He slipped his tongue inside and Paul moaned against it. The doorbell rang, and Tim moved his hand down Paul’s naked chest, and kept going, to encourage the erection forming inside his jeans. “I’ll be here.”
A shiver ran up Paul’s clammy spine as he watched Tim leave the room, on legs that were almost impossibly long and so very agile sometimes, and he sat down on the bed, to wait.


A minute or two passed, where he fidgeted nervously with the piping on the edge of the mattress through the clean white sheets, hearing muffled voices from the front door, and then, when Tim walked back in, relief flooded through him.
“Hi Paul.”
“Umm, hi.” He avoided eye contact with their guest for a minute, until Tim moved to stand in front of him, and he found his head lifting involuntarily, to meet his gaze.
“Come on Pauly...it’s time.” He reached out a long-fingered hand and took Paul’s.


As Paul stood, he looked at her. She was gorgeous. Long dark hair that curled slightly at the ends, and deep brown eyes, Paul thought that if Tim were a woman, he would look like this. She smiled warmly at him and stepped closer, as Tim backed away, keeping his eyes on Paul, and his reactions.


“What’s your name?” He had to know, before they started.
“Sophie.”
“Oh.” He swallowed thickly, it had always been one of his favourite names, for a woman. How did Tim find her? Someone so...perfect, for the situation.
Her hand ran up the outside of his bare arm and he bristled, broke out in goosebumps he could not control. He thought he heard Tim take a sharp breath, but he couldn’t move to look, with his eyes now locked onto hers.


And now, she was pushing him backwards, so he was sitting, and then lying on the bed, as she hovered over him, her smooth skin bare and almost naked, under that coat she had removed, her sweet breath on his face, those full, red lips brushing against his cheek, her tongue flicking out to lick at his jawline. Paul shivered as her hand found the top of his jeans, the button was opened and the zipper sounded so loud in the silence, but it was followed by a soft groan in the corner, Tim reaching down to palm himself as he watched.


This would be worth it, would be so good to see, he thought, Paul, his Paul, doing this. He had thought about it for so long, the idea of being able to watch Paul was something that played on his mind almost every time they were in bed together, because Paul was insatiable, loved to be touched and Tim wanted just to sit back and...watch him. And now it was happening, finally. Paul had agreed and Tim had gone on a long search for the right one. Someone beautiful, instead of trashy. Experienced, but not overly confident. Classy, she was. Tim knew as soon as he saw her.
Paul would like her.


And it seemed he did, because now he was squirming beneath her, naked and hard, he saw shining skin, heard short, sharp breaths as she touched him, her hand sliding up and down his length, thumb swiping over the end of him, and he bucked a little, like he always did.
Tim smiled.
Stayed quiet.


“What do you want, Paul?” Her voice was barely a whisper, as she asked.
“Wanna fuck.”
“Now?”
“Yeah,” he sighed, lifting his head to get closer to her, but she only pulled away, knelt between his legs and looked down at him, sprawled out in front of her.
“You want anything else, first?” she asked, licking her lips, wanting to taste him, he was intense, she felt it, his skin hot, his heart beating loudly within his chest. His eyes burning into her own.
He looked towards Tim, although he knew he wasn’t really supposed to, and was met with a shaking head. It was not ‘no, she is not allowed to suck your cock’ it was ‘don’t ask me, you do what you want’ and he thought that it might be nice, different, to have another mouth on him. So he nodded, wrapped his hand around himself and tilted his head, as he looked back at Sophie.
“Yeah...want you to...” but he couldn’t say it, suddenly felt shy and embarrassed, which was a huge contrast to how he was with Tim, often sounding aggressive, using the language that men used, but he had no idea how to ask a woman to do this for him. He wondered if it would be appropriate to tell her to ‘get my cock in your mouth and fucking eat it’ like he had done with Tim so many times. He felt his belly squirm at the thought of Tim’s mouth on him and he was relieved when he saw her lower herself, a smile on that beautiful face. She looked like she wanted to, but, Paul guessed, it would be part of the job description, wouldn’t it? Always appear as if you want this person more than any other...he didn’t care. He was not emotionally invested in her. He was doing this for Tim. He wanted Tim to watch him.
He loved to be watched, especially by Tim.


And as her lips closed around him, he held his breath, until he felt her tongue pressing flat against him, and she began.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered. She was good. Really good. He couldn’t help but steal another glance at Tim, wondering how he was doing, if he was enjoying this or not. A small part of Paul hoped Tim would get jealous, and put a stop to it, push her out of the room and take over, but mostly, he wanted Tim to enjoy it. Wanted him to watch and listen and really enjoy this.


He saw Tim’s mouth open, but no sound came out, he saw how Tim was touching himself, through his own jeans, and when their eyes met again, Paul told him, without words, ‘no one does it like you, Timmy. No one’


Tim smiled a satisfied smile, and stood up. Walked over to the bed so he could see better, but avoided Paul’s hand as it reached out to him, with a shake of his head.


Sophie did not mind him coming closer, in fact she hoped he would, she wanted him to see well, it was what he had paid so dearly for, and she continued, sucking, licking, stroking, until Paul was writhing, panting heavily and Tim recognised the signs. He was close.


“Stop.” His voice low and husky, the sound of it almost finished Paul off right then and there, but her mouth was gone now and he was given a few moments’ grace, to compose himself, catch his breath and wait for his orgasm to retreat a little. Cool air whispered across his damp skin where her mouth had been and he shivered.


She stood and waited for further instruction. She had a brief conversation with Tim at the door, was told she could do what she wanted, what Paul wanted unless Tim spoke.
And he had spoken.


Tim leaned over Paul, kissed him quickly, and left him keening, pleading for more with a sound that fell from those lips, but Tim backed off. “Alright, Pauly?”
Paul nodded, unable to take his eyes off Tim now, watching as he held himself loosely through stretched denim. “Timmy...” It was a tone Tim recognised, one that told him he was wanted, needed. Tim had heard it many times before.

“Later, baby...you ready?”
Again Paul nodded, turned his attention back to Sophie, who was beginning to undress at Tim’s approval, peeling red lace from her hips, before revealing breasts that made Paul’s mouth dry up. She was the most incredible woman Paul had ever seen, with that dark hair tumbling over smooth, slender shoulders, nipples dusky and wrinkled around the edges, as they stood erect, and the way her belly quivered as she breathed. His eyes moved further down and he wondered, couldn’t help needing to know what lay between those thighs, how it would look and feel and how he would fit inside her.
“Pauly?” Tim’s voice again, low, hushed, trying not break his concentration, his focus, because right now he looked amazing, curious and so very innocent, that Tim wanted to savour that expression, he had only seen it once before, when they had first begun. Although this time, he was so much more intrigued by the idea of having something he had never had before, feeling something new, it was different to how Tim felt, because they were both men, and to an extent, Paul knew what to expect, when it came to how it would feel to touch Tim, but now, with her...he had no idea.

“Hmm?”
“I’m just gonna...be over here... enjoy it now.”
Paul sensed Tim moving backwards, into the corner now, and he swallowed as Sophie approached, a small square package in her hand, which she was putting on the bed, as she lay beside him, taking his hand and leading it down her body, pushing it between pale, smooth thighs as she spread them, and waited.


A moment or two passed before Paul could coordinate himself well enough to take control and then he was half sitting, watching as his fingers disappeared inside her, his mouth still dry, the opposite to her, she was warm, and sweet smelling, and his fingers slipped in easily, exploring slowly, carefully. He heard a sound from the corner again and tried to turn his head, but couldn’t, because now she was moaning, laying back and letting him in deeper, gripping his wrist and holding him to her, not faking in the slightest that it was making her feel good, because he was gentle and slow and the pressure he was using was perfect, just right, the same kind of pressure she would use on herself, and she ached to have him inside her, had a feeling he would be incredible, this man who had never touched a woman before.


Tim felt his throat close up, as he watched Paul with his fingers inside a woman, he pushed the traces of jealousy aside, he had nothing to worry about, he knew that much, the way Paul was with him was different, so much more than this. He tried to undo his zipper quietly, so he wouldn’t disturb them, or distract Paul, and he took himself out, stroking long and hard, pressing his head into the wall, and fighting against closing his eyes.


“Is it okay?” Paul whispered to her, and she nodded, unable to speak for a second.
“Okay for you?”
“Yeah,” Paul sighed as he explored further, until Tim stood again, and walked over to them, and sat on the edge of the bed. The way the mattress dipped was so familiar to Paul that he stopped, withdrew his fingers and turned his head to Tim, the look in his eyes speaking of being overwhelmed right now, but he wanted more. “Timmy?”
“Nice?”
“Mmm, yeah,” his eyes half closed and his own voice was low with longing. “You ok?” he wanted to check that Tim was alright, that he was enjoying this as much as he said he would.
“Yeah, baby, I’m good. Really good,” he murmured as he pulled on himself slowly, and Paul wanted to touch him then, curl his hand around that flesh and feel it pulsate in his palm, but he knew if he did, Sophie would be forgotten in an instant. And Tim wanted this. Wanted to watch Paul ‘in action’ as he had jokingly put it the first night he brought it up. So Paul knew he would have to wait.


Tim signalled to her that things should move along now and she reached for the package, tearing it open and kneeling between Paul’s thighs again, she rolled it down, over him, hot and throbbing, he gasped at the sensation, feeling somewhat constricted inside the latex, something he had never had the need to use before.


And then, before he had a chance to change his mind, or even think about changing his mind, she was above him, so close and waiting for him to make the final move inside her, rocking gently against the tip of him, he swore softly before holding her hips still and thrusting upwards, in one long, slow stroke, until he was there, and then he stopped for a minute, to adjust. She was so different to Tim, he had no idea how to describe it, but she was just different. Not as tight, not as hot, but nice, still.


She let out a soft sound and began to rock again, encouraging him with her eyes and he joined her movements, which were careful and slow to begin with, until Paul turned to Tim again, saw the look on his face, the way his head tilted a little, his mouth agape, his brow furrowed, his hand furious. He mouthed Paul’s name, but made no sound, as he shook his head in a way that told Paul he was in awe right now, amazed at how he looked from this distance, fucking someone else.


Paul flipped them both and lifted her legs over his hips, which made Tim smile because it was an automatic thing to do, with them, the higher the legs the better, the deeper it was, and then Paul went harder, faster, each breath was a noise from the back of his throat, almost a grunt, but not quite, Tim knew what Paul sounded like when he grunted, and this was not it. His own hand pumped quicker.
His Paul, with each bump along his spine shining and flexing, as he moved.


Sophie lay under him, watching him, feeling him, and when their eyes met, he murmured something about changing positions, and she smiled, nodded and then pushed him back, he slipped out with a wet sound and he turned her, until she was on her knees, both of them in sync, she had seen the look in his eyes, had known what he wanted and he was thankful he didn’t have to ask, as he slipped back inside that place, her head pressed into the pillow, her hips raised high, and he bore down on her then, diving into her again and again, still not quite as good as Tim, but good nonetheless, he pressed his thumbs around that other place, where he would be inside Tim sometimes, and she groaned loudly, spurring him on, he closed his eyes and fucked her. Hard and fast and so deep inside her at this angle, he was close already, even closer now that he had looked at Tim, had seen his chest shuddering as he breathed, panted heavily, their eyes locking again, until Tim stood, walked over to get a better view, watched as his Paul slid in and out of her, slick and stretched, he nodded to Paul. “Yeah, Pauly...fuck her.”


Paul felt the burn in his belly then, low down and deep inside himself, he leaned over to the side, needing some contact from Tim, “kiss me,” he begged and Tim could not say no to him, he knelt on the edge of the bed, pushed his free hand around Paul’s neck, up into his hair, fisted it and yanked him closer, his tongue hot and forceful, as it invaded Paul’s mouth, who let go of Sophie then, wrapped both hands around Tim's shoulders and kissed him hard, slamming his hips into her still, and then he stopped, as she came, he knew, somehow that she was about to, had felt clenching and associated it with the way Tim felt at that moment and they both held their breath as she bucked and shuddered, her own hand helping her along, Paul noticed now.


Slowing down, as she finished and lifted her head, she turned to look at the boys and smiled an exhausted smile, before Paul began again, even closer now, that she had come, and Tim had kissed him, and he knew the only way he would be able to finish was to have Tim close by, so he whispered words of need, “Stay here while I finish, Timmy, please?”


Tim did as Paul asked, stood by him, jerking himself quickly, in the direction of Paul’s own hips, until Paul asked for a taste of those fingers, licking desperately, sucking them as Tim pushed them inside his mouth and then he was coming, his head becoming light and hazy, as he arched his back and finished, holding Sophie to him at the end, and biting Tim’s fingers. “Yeah, Pauly...like that...feel good?”
Paul nodded, swallowed and pulled out of this incredible woman, letting her slump forward, he lay next to her, and Tim ceased his movements now, knowing he could wait until she was gone, and he could mark his territory again.


She had dressed and left, without too much conversation, had taken the fat envelope Tim handed her and thanked them both with a smile.


And now, they were about to be alone again, Paul spent and clammy as he lay on the bed, still naked, heartbeat slowing somewhat, spread wide for Tim when he returned from seeing her out.


And as he approached the doorway and caught sight of his Paul, laying across their bed, he knew it had been a good thing he had done. He had never seen anything like Paul, had never felt this way about another person before, and he knew he never would.
“Timothy.”
“Yes, Pauly?”
“You wanna...?”
“Yeah, I do...” Tim crawled up between Paul’s legs and lifted them high. “Won’t last long.”
“Mmm...I figured.”

And when Tim had finished, had marked Paul as his own again, had filled him after only a couple of minutes of rough, hard fucking, flooding the room with low, masculine grunts that surpassed everything Paul had just experienced with her, and had collapsed on top of him, licking at that sweaty neck, Paul asked if it had been good, if he had enjoyed watching.
“Pauly...it was...beautiful. You’re so...good to watch.”
“So...why a woman then?” Because Tim had expressly said it had to be a woman, if he was going to watch Paul fuck anyone.
“Simple, really. I’m the only man who’s ever gonna touch you.”
Paul snaked his hand down to hold Tim, the way he liked to be held afterwards, and he savoured that sticky feeling in his palm. “Same goes for you.”
“Mmm.” Tim closed his eyes, thankful for Paul and all that he was, beautiful, intense, sensual.

His.

[Mama Flame]

I have no words to express how much I enjoyed this

[hippie]

.... god, wow.

[elina]

I don't usually go for het, but that was beautiful!

[fairybaby]

GUH!

That was amazing....so wonderfully hot and warm n fuzzy at the same time. Very nice to see something a little different for a change....just gorgeous UC!

I am such a sucker for the voyeristic ones