Old Skool (MA)

Title: Old Skool

Rating: MA

Disclaimer: Nothing to do with me.

Summary: Tim decides to make things simple.

Old Skool

When Paul felt the pressure he nearly bit through his glass in surprise. He looked across the table at Tim, Tim who gave him a sly grin but said nothing as if every time they went to the pub he casually kicked off a shoe and placed his bare foot in-between Paul's thighs.

They were in their usual place in the corner furthest from the door and the room was hazy and dark. One of the reasons they'd made this place their local was that the landlady had yet to succumb to the fad of pubs being bright and loud. They both enjoyed doing their drinking amongst whispers and shadows, their pupils widening to make use of what light there was and their voices low as laughter and smoke hung thickly in the air.

Not breaking eye contact Tim picked up his glass then shamelessly and suggestively licked it from bottom to rim flicking his tongue along the edge.

'Take me home,' he growled when he'd finished. 'Take me home and fuck me.'

Paul couldn't get to his feet fast enough in his eagerness to obey. He had no idea what had gotten into Tim tonight but by jingo he liked it.

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It was the sight of the blue pills that had pushed Tim into action. He'd gone to the fridge for a beer and there they were on the shelf with the yogurt and the hundred per cent cocoa chocolate that cost three times as much as the normal stuff and was inedible. Well, it was to Tim who shuddered at its bitterness whereas Paul loved it and would make a single square last hours as he took tiny nibbles and savoured the taste.

Little blue triangles: four left in a packet that had originally contained ten. They weren't the real deal; they weren't Viagra, neither of them were into that. On the occasions that tiredness or booze took its toll then they'd rather go without than mess with their systems to that extent. These pills were herbal and simply improved the experience by providing a jolt to the synapses that enhanced the pleasure, a little psychic nudge that built a handy bridge to a deeper level of gratification.

The pills had been a standard part of getting things going for a while now. One pressed into the other's mouth during a kiss signalling that there were good things to come. And most of those good things were in a drawer next to the bed. They both loved sex and they both loved gadgets and there was an infinite amount of ways in which they could indulge both passions simultaneously. But suddenly Tim didn't want any of that. When was the last time they'd just fucked each other? No pills, no plastic, no vibrations. He didn't want complication he wanted Paul, and only Paul. Wanted to hear those breathy grunts he made and not buzzing. To taste him and to smell him; not artificially sweet lube.

Tim didn't bother to reach for the beer he had a new plan. They were going to make love old skool.

He found Paul hunched in front of his laptop and leaned over his shoulder to take a look at what he was doing. Several windows were open but none of it looked like work more like aimless surfing. Moistening his lipsTim kissed the side of Paul's neck then moving up he licked Paul's earlobe before nipping it lightly with his teeth.

'C'mon, Pixie. Come out to play.'

Tim reached forward and closed the laptop's lid.

'Time for real life.'

***************

Going out had been an essential part of Tim's plan. Change of atmosphere, a bit of public flirting, the cool winter night tingling on their skin. He'd been pleased when Paul had emerged from the bedroom having surprisingly abandoned his t-shirt and Berlin zip-up and kitted himself out in a white shirt and his brown, high-collared moleskin jacket. Tim loved him in that jacket; it was sort of retro and sort of military: a slightly eccentric fusion that the very eccentric Paul wore with panache.

Now they were heading home he threw an arm over Paul's shoulders and savoured the feel of the soft fabric. For his part Paul draped his arm around Tim's waist and they walked along snug together with warmth rising between them.Tim deliberately didn't speak and quickly shushed Paul into silence: it was much more fun to let the tension build.

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Paul couldn't believe it, Tim had pinched him. When words had been forbidden Paul had almost instantly lapsed into song, it was instinctive: he sung therefore he was. It hadn't even been lyrics just a pleasing melody more under his breath than audible, but clearly it was too much for Tim who'd snaked his hand inside Paul's jacket and given his left nipple a cruel twist.

'Ow, what the-'

Tim's mouth smashed into his bestowing a fierce, violent kiss. He tugged Paul's lower lip with his teeth hard as he drew back.

'Told you before,' Tim's voice was husky and deep. 'Shush.'

Paul pressed a finger to his stinging lip. He was in the dark about the rules but already he was enjoying playing this game

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Tim made his move as Paul turned the key in the lock and they staggered through the front door desperate to keep in contact, clutching and pressing. He relished the sensation of Paul's soft, pliable lips against his. Loving the way he only opened his mouth slightly to accept the tip of Tim's tongue and sucked and explored before offering Tim a fraction more space.

'Fridge?' Paul gasped.

'No,' said Tim determinedly as he brought his knee up rubbing it against Paul's groin feeling his body tense then relax.

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In the bedroom Paul stood naked and watched with trembling anticipation as Tim, fully clothed magnificent Tim, prowled over to him. He allowed himself to be pushed against the wall and for Tim to grab his wrists and pin them above his head with a hand. A symbolic capture as Paul could easily break free from this mild restraint but he chose not to giving himself over to this moment of vulnerability as Tim's hand and mouth roamed, and darts of pain mingled with the caresses: soft and rough, sharp and smooth.

The cotton of Tim's jeans provided a little friction but it wasn't enough, Paul wanted more. As his erection grew and strained he wanted, needed Tim inside him. Declaring the moment over Paul pulled his wrists free and tugged at Tim's shirt making sure he shed his clothes as quickly as possible.

With the merest brush of his fingertips Paul forced Tim backwards onto the bed.

***************

Tim lay on his back and raised his hips slightly as Paul straddled him. When he broke off his gaze and stretched forward, Tim knew he was reaching for the drawer and one of their toys.

'It's just you and me tonight,' Tim asserted as he knocked Paul's arm back. 'Nothing else.'

He ran his hands up and down the sides of Paul's torso before gripping him and pulling him over to his right. Tim decided their favourite relaxed sideways position would be the best way to start things off knowing that he'd have to be gentle.

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He cried out when Tim entered him, Paul couldn't help it. It had been a long time since they'd just gone for it like this and it was wonderful and terrible all at once.

'No?' Tim was concerned.

'Yes.' urged Paul, already over the initial shock and raising his leg more to better to accommodate Tim. 'Yes!'

Paul's feverish tone seemed to tip the balance and Tim thrust again then again: deep strokes and shallow, short thrusts and easy glides. This was amazing. Why had they ever stopped doing this? Paul felt the fire building and yearned for release.

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'Not done yet,' Tim breathed. 'Stay with me.'

He withdrew eliciting from Paul a moan that was quickly cut off by a gasp. Grabbing a pillow he got Paul to turn over so that he was lying on it raised up just a fraction. The change of position and tempo didn't bring Paul down instead sent Tim soaring up with him as he was driven wild by the tightness and the heat.

Then they were riding the crest together, higher and higher, moving in a perfect increasing rhythm. Tim heard Paul yell and felt him shudder beneath him as he kissed his neck then with a wordless howl came harder than he had in months, a glorious climax that ripped through him with tremendous force.

Tim collapsed on top of Paul not withdrawing as he knew how much Paul liked it when he stayed inside as their ragged breathing slowed. Inhaling deeply Tim savoured the strong natural scents of sex, and the beer that had flowed from their pores as the sweat ran. This was their smell: pure, masculine and untainted.

As he felt himself falling asleep Tim withdrew and moved into Paul's welcoming arms.

Somehow they'd managed to complicate a simple thing and had lost something along the way. 'Still, it's back now,' thought Tim allowing himself a self-congratulatory smile in recognition of his skills as a lover. 'Back with avengence.'

Paul must have been thinking along the same lines as he said in a slurring half-asleep voice.

'Tomorrow we're doing that outside.' Tim felt Paul's breath warm on his face. 'Exposed to the elements, back to basics. Yeah.'

Consecutive days? As Tim contentedly drifted off to sleep he reflected that going old skool might prove to be one of the best ideas he'd ever had.

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