Jimmy started biting my nipples, while Nicolas moved lower, using his tongue all over my scrotum. I was relaxed, and I had to do nothing but lay there. I wasn’t sure what was happening anymore. I knew I was enjoying every second of it. I noticed Jimmy grabbing a bottle from the table. It was the first time I had noticed the lube. Had it been there all along? How early in the evening was this planned? Or was it just always sitting there, complimentary for guests? He grabbed a dollop and lubricated his arsehole, still wearing his grey t-shirt. Nicolas moved away to kiss me on the lips again, while Jimmy proceeded to slowly sit on my hard dong, bare. I really wanted him to use a condom, but I was feeling so damn good, I couldn’t slow down the action. Also, right before I could even say anything, Nicolas had lowered his pants to give me a taste of his member, thick, uncut, completely shaven. Jimmy was riding me, and Nicolas had my head between his thighs. My breathing was heavy. I found the situation extremely erotic. I didn’t have that much experience with having sex with two people at the same time, but this felt organic and natural, adjectives I never thought of when thinking of sex.
Nicolas sat on my face, with his perfectly waxed hole right on my mouth, his arse cheeks hovering my whole head. A great position for him to make out with Jimmy, not that I could see much from there. That’s when I decided I wanted to fuck Nicolas, hard. It would be easy, with my saliva still dripping from his hole. I moved Jimmy away from my cock and immediately turned Nicolas around. My cock slid right in. All the way in. Nicolas moaned loudly. I grabbed his waist and fucked him hard, while Jimmy was sucking him off. He was so conveniently tight; I could only hold off for a few minutes.
My hair and my face were soaked with sweat. My whole body was shiny. Nicolas reached for my arse to push myself even further into him, faster, harder. He was begging for more and more. That’s when Jimmy begged us both to come all over his face. We were nearing the end of it all. I pulled myself out of Nicolas, with my dick perfectly clean, luckily. We started making out while both having a wank directed at Jimmy’s face, with his mouth wide open. When Nicolas grabbed my hair, I knew he was close to finish, so I grabbed my cock and jacked off as fast as I could. We both came a few seconds later to a very willing mouth. The synchronised ‘aaaaah’ could have woken up the whole Marais, but it was way too late for me to care.
‘Fuck,’ Jimmy whispered, with his mouth covered by our loads.
My legs ached. Everyone seemed exhausted.
‘That was hot,’ Nicolas panted, while using a tissue to clean himself up. I went straight for the bathroom to both clean up and brush my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my flushed face, my eyes bloodshot. I was exhausted, ready for bed, and that’s when it hit me. I didn’t pack my pills for the trip.
Shit.
For the first time in over a year I would be going to bed without them. Would two pill-free days have a weird effect on me? I hoped not. Dr Grey warned me not to miss taking the pills as it would increase the possibility of having a hypomanic episode.
That wouldn’t be good.
I brushed it off for the time being. All I wanted was to get in bed, maybe fuck Jimmy again. Just the two of us. Burn some extra adrenaline so I could fall asleep easily.
Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.
CHAPTER 10
£1785.09
Going back to London after sunny, indulgent, sex-crazed Paris was an adjustment. I had sex with Jimmy a whopping fourteen times. A couple of those included Nicolas, which made it that much more interesting. What truly sucked was going to work straight after the Eurostar ride and working a late shift in addition to that. I was knackered. However, I had some duties to attend. I hadn’t seen Sara since the douche-y party we had at work, and we could barely talk to each other then.
‘Come to Angel for drinks!’ she texted.
We had some wedding matters to discuss and after such a long weekend dedicated to myself, I was ready to spend time with my true soul mate. It was almost ten o’clock and my shoes were splashing onto the wet pavement. My hair needed washing; Paris cigarette smell still stuck onto it. I nervously pushed it back, scratching my scalp slightly. My whole body was feeling itchy. Perhaps the missed Quetiapine was starting to have an effect on my body. I needed to take it as soon as possible that evening.
I was aiming for an early night, eleven at most. Three drinks, maybe.
A few crossroads later and I arrived at my destination. I could see Sara from outside. She was wearing a thick knitted dress and big, chunky boots. My girl was feeling the winter. I was expecting her to be with Abigail, but she was speaking to a guy instead.
‘Hello, princess!’ I announced with a wide, dorky wave.
‘Hi, hun!’ she rejoiced, with a tight, drunken hug.
‘How much have you drank in my absence?’ I enquired, clearly jealous, as I was busy as hell dealing with my rascals at work and Dominic’s day off. Bad combo.
‘Not a lot, actually. We finished work late. Shit day,’ she said, while looking through her small handbag.
‘Oh, almost forgot. This is Duncan!’ she added, while pointing at the guy with huge, deep blue anime eyes sitting next to her.
‘I’m Leo,’ I stuttered, while tending my hand to shake his.
‘Hi there,’ he said, with a Scottish accent and a big bright, slightly crooked smile. Sara was already surrounded by gays, through work, life and everywhere she went, but this one looked different. He wasn’t a fashion gay. He was quite slim, wearing a light blue denim jacket and a white t-shirt. His hair was messy, wavy, with no product in it. His stubble was light brown, with a ginger hue.
‘He is my assistant,’ Sara interrupted. ‘I’m going to smoke a cigarette and I’ll be right there with you.’ She grabbed her debit card and handed it to me. ‘Get yourself a drink, please,’ and she went outside, cigarette in one hand, phone in the other.
I ordered a large glass of house red wine and it was quickly poured in front of me. I hated meeting new people and making small talk. That was work for me. Now I had to babysit the little Scottish assistant.
‘I gather you’re the best friend,’ he said, smiling through his eyes.
‘Yeah, a toxic one at that,’ I responded, sarcastically.
‘Oh, she only had nice words for you,’ he replied. ‘She sold you short, though,’
‘Short?’
The bitch.
‘Tell me more!’ I urged.
‘Oh, she said you were a bit of a mess.’
I smiled back. ‘She was being nice. I’m a huge mess.’
He grabbed his pint of Guinness and took a sip. ‘Eh, don’t think so,’ he expressed, while looking at me. ‘How long have you guys known each other?’
How long? I couldn’t even recall a time without her.
‘God, I think ten or so years now. Babies, basically,’ I lamented, with just a hint of nostalgia for the times that had gone. ‘Have you worked with her long?’
Duncan leaned back on his seat. ‘No, this is actually my first week! She probably thought I looked really pathetic and asked me to go for drinks.’ He raised his glass. ‘Here I am. Several drinks later.’
It’s hard to forget your first night out with the woman. Or to remember it.