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1990s, London
After finishing yet another recording Ian and Paul had gone to have a few drinks at a hotel bar.
When they finally thought they had enough for the day - it was pretty late, after all - they went upstairs. Paul had taken a room at the hotel as his home was undergoing renovations, and Ian decided to keep him company for a while longer.
They sat down - Paul on the bed, Ian in a comfortable armchair opposite him - and continued their conversation where they had left off earlier.
'I have no idea how you're doing it. I mean, I really don't care about who wins yet another series, but it can be infuriating.'
Paul grinned. 'Are you sure you don't care? Really, really sure?'
'I am. After all I'm not you. You're the one who's obsessed with winning.'
'I'm not. I'm just very good at this quiz thing,' said Paul with a shrug.
'Are you sure you aren't obsessed?' returned Ian in a mocking echo of Paul's own words. 'Well, anyway. The only thing that's more obvious than your obsession with winning is your obsession with gay jokes.'
'Gay jokes?'
'Yeah. Your talk about fancying men and "I used to go out with the bishop of Galway" and all that. You like that, don't you?'
'Are you sure it's just a joke?' said Paul in an odd tone. Almost as if he meant it.
'Sure. You couldn't possibly be gay. You're not the type for that. You're the kind of man who smokes and goes to pubs and likes football.'
'And men who like football can't be gay? Ian, really.' He laughed. 'Oh, and of course you don't have to be gay to go out with men. Maybe that's a thought I always liked.'
'What?'
'Oh, come on. You should know what I mean. You must have done gay stuff at university. All this talk about fags...well, that's for a reason.'
'I won't talk to you about this, Paul.'
'That's a yes, then.' Paul laughed. 'Oh, I know. Why don't you try to do it with me?'
'Do what?' asked Ian, his pulse quickening.
'Sex, of course. You obviously know a lot about it and I'm curious. And, most important: you would be the one in the lead for once. Must be a new feeling for you.'
Paul's grin infuriated Ian. He slowly got to his feet. Of course his opponent had no idea what he was talking about. It was a cheap provocation, and yet... He fixed his eyes on Paul's face.
'Oh, so you want to have sex with me?' he said slowly. 'Well, you can have that.'
Why had he said that? He must have had a lot more alcohol than he remembered.
He went over to Paul and took hold of his shirt. Moments later their lips met and a truly amazing kiss followed.
Maybe there was something to Paul's comments about sexuality after all, because...could a man who was entirely straight really kiss another man like that? With so much passion? It was as if Paul had waited for this moment for all his life.
Their tongues were firmly intertwined, and as the taller man's attention was clearly elsewhere Ian managed to push him down on the bed.
'Oh, Ian...!' said Paul with a teasing and unfortunately also very seductive smile. 'This is very exciting. Are you trying to take me by force?'
Ian snorted as he first pulled down Paul's trousers, before he proceeded by ripping the buttons of his shirt open. 'I won't need to use force. Not when you're already spreading your legs for me.'
And indeed, that was pretty much what he was doing. 'Well, I can't wait to feel you inside me...'
Ian couldn't believe it, but Paul was batting his eyelashes at him. What was that supposed to mean? He knew that Paul liked to joke about having had relationships with men, but from what he knew...
'Have you ever had sex with another man?' As he was asking that he covered Paul's neck and bare chest with kisses.
'No, you're my first,' came the response in a low moan.
'Then why do you want to do this so urgently?'
'Ian, don't ask so many questions. Just fuck me already...'
'I won't, if you don't give me an answer.'
'Oh, that's...' Paul let out another moan as Ian had found an especially sensitive spot on his neck and kept kissing it. 'Do I have to?'
Ian glanced upwards at Paul. 'If you want me to do more than this, then yes.'
'Well, alright.' Paul sighed shakily. 'I don't think I'm gay, but I always wanted to sleep with a man. But I couldn't really ask anyone about this, and...I trust you a lot, so I think you're the right person.'
'That's all? Excuse me, but I can't be the only friend you expected to have had gay experiences,' inquired Ian as he slid a hand underneath Paul's body until his fingers disappeared between his cheeks. Finally one finger even slipped into him, before another followed.
Paul gasped and grabbed Ian's shoulders. 'Oh...ahhh! Yes, I want more of that...!'
That reaction showed how serious he was about this, and yet... 'I'll stop if you don't tell me if that's all.'
'It's turning me on if you're being this stern, you know?' said Paul with a rather forced smile. 'And it's not all...it's you I wanted. Only you.'
'Is it really...' Ian sighed. This was so odd, and yet...having Paul under him felt just too right. Admittedly he had even allowed himself to imagine a scenario not unlike this before, in a lonely night in his bed after unsuccessfully trying to find sleep. He had almost buried that memory, but it was still there. If it was like a dream come true, then maybe it was alright to simply let it happen?
But it wasn't that easy.
As Ian lied on top of Paul he forced himself to make one more attempt to stop this madness. Yes, that's what it was: madness.
'Paul, you should know one thing. If I start now, then I won't stop until we're done. I'll fuck you if you won't stop teasing me. I will have actual, penetrative sex with you. I hope you know what that means.'
'Then do it already,' moaned Paul. 'I told you, didn't I? I want you to stick it up my arse. Now. Go on and fuck me...!'
'Fine. Don't come and complain to me later. Turn over, I'm going to take you from behind.'
'Ooooh...!' said Paul quietly and obeyed promptly.
With that he spread the other man's cheeks - not that there was a lot of additional spreading required - and rammed into him into a deliberately forceful way. He had to, or else he would lose all courage. And maybe Paul would learn something from being treated rather roughly.
'Ah....ahhhh!' gasped Paul. 'That's...!'
Ian's conscience immediately made itself heard. 'Does it hurt?'
'No, not at all...' The man underneath him squirmed and seemed to clench up his bottom. 'It's so good...!'
'Really? You seem to have tensed up when I-'
'I did that because I wanted to feel you even more!' hissed Paul. 'And now start moving! ...please.'
Ian shrugged. 'Alright.'
He slowly began to move his hips forward and backwards, while Paul's breathing got increasingly rugged and the frequency of his moans became even faster.
'Yes! Yes...! I can feel it...it's so deep inside me! Oh, that's...so good...!' As he muttered and moaned like that Paul dug his fingers into the bedsheets, probably to keep himself from twitching even more. Still, as his arousal increased Ian was beginning to feel like he was participating in a rodeo and he had to hold on to Paul's shoulders to keep the balance.
While Paul moaned almost ecstatically Ian made almost no sounds at all.
Of course that didn't mean anything, but he wanted to keep up the pretence. But that was all that it was: a lie. In fact it didn't leave him as cold as it seemed. He had no idea what was going on, but he really wanted to sleep with Paul. This wasn't just a wish born out of frustration or the need to come out on top for once. No, he found that this had genuinely turned into a really pleasurable experience.
Just like it had been in his imagination.
The man underneath him apparently had not been lying about his interest in gay sex and his claim that it felt really good to him, because it didn't take long before he was apparently about to come. 'Don't stop now...I'm almost there! Oh, just a little more... Ahh! Yes, that's it...nnnngh!'
After that only a wordless exclamation of sheer lust followed. It was almost a howl and it only intensified when Ian also couldn't help himself any longer. He too reached the climax, and since Paul kept clenching up his behind it was impossible for him to pull out in time. He shot his entire load inside his partner's arse. Paul didn't seem to mind, at least not judging from the sounds he was making.
Afterwards they lied on the bed next to each other, panting heavily. Once they had recovered a little bit, Paul reached out and took Ian's hand. 'Phew. Now that was an experience. Thank you, Ian.'
'Er...you're welcome.' It was a bit late, but Ian realised only now the full extent of what he had done. Just because of a taunt he had actually slept with his colleague, and he had gone all the way. It sounded impossible, but it was real.
Paul was still patting his hand. 'Yes, it was great. You know you have to do that again...right, Ian?'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, you can't fuck me like that and expect that I'll just pretend it never happened. I want more of that,' said Paul, his eyes glittering. 'Of course I do.'
'But...did you really enjoy it so much?'
'More than that. It was amazing. I could feel everything. When you came inside me...that was the best. Straight men usually don't get to experience that...I'm kind of jealous of women now.'
'I don't see why you would be jealous. Women get pregnant if a man does, er...that to them. You won't get pregnant, no matter what happens.'
'How wonderful. That means you can always come inside my arse and there won't be an issue...'
Ian turned away from him with an unwilling grunt. 'Forget it. Savour the experience, because this will most certainly not happen again.'
'Don't say that, Ian...' Suddenly Paul touched him from behind. 'You enjoyed it too. I know that.'
'That doesn't matter, Paul. We can't do this again. We...mustn't.'
'Oh, really? Why is that?'
'Well, because... It's not right.'
He heard Paul snort behind him. 'That's not a very strong argument and you know it.'
'Yes, but...!' Ian turned around to face him again. 'Now that you know that you like to sleep with men you can just do it with someone else. You don't need me for that.'
'Oh, but of course I need you!' Paul came closer and finally hugged the struggling Ian. 'Didn't you hear what I said? I want to sleep with you, not any random other man. Also, it would be way too dangerous to do it with someone else. After all this has to stay a secret. And you won't tell anyone about us. I'm sure of it.'
'How convenient for you,' said Ian dryly.
'How convenient for us, because I also won't say a word...' muttered Paul and began to cover Ian's neck with kisses - and it was rather annoying, but that also felt really good.
'That's fine then. Please stop that though.'
'What?' asked Paul, still continuing the kissing.
'That! Why are you kissing me like that?'
'Don't you like a little bit of cuddling after sex? I do.'
'That's an interesting bit of trivia about you, but...' Ian sighed deeply. 'Tell me one thing, please. I know what you said earlier, but...is it possible that you're actually gay? That would explain all these jokes... I mean, it wouldn't be a problem. That's perfectly normal and-'
Paul laughed, and he could feel his breath tickling his skin. 'I'm sorry, but I'm not gay. I think I'm just a naturally curious person, and you aroused my curiosity.'
'And not just that, from the looks of it,' commented Ian, pointing downwards.
'No, not just that, you're right.' He chuckled softly. 'Anyway...I want to sleep with you, and only you. If you really don't want to do it again, well...then I'll have to do without. But that would be such a shame.'
After saying this Paul huddled even closer against Ian, who in turn began to run his fingers through Paul's brown hair. It felt just as soft as it looked. 'Well, it's... I don't think you're wrong. Yes, I enjoyed it too, so doing it again sounds tempting, but-'
'Then let's do it again!' exclaimed Paul enthusiastically.
Ian had to sigh yet another time. 'Oh, fine. I have no idea why I'm agreeing to this, but you win.'
'Great!' said Paul happily and suddenly kissed Ian on the lips.
'Hey!'
'What? You kissed me first. Before the sex. Don't pretend to hate it now.' Their lips met again, and again...before Ian managed to put his hand between the two of them. 'Stop that.'
'What if I don't want to stop?' asked Paul with a wry smile.
'You're really hard work,' retorted Ian as he had to grin too.
'Maybe, but I'm worth the effort!' said Paul confidently. And the grin accompanying that statement promptly made Ian want to kiss him.
It was indeed tantalising.
Instead of more kisses, they remained in a close hug for a while longer.
'Mmmh...oh, I'm so happy,' said Paul after minutes of silence. 'I can't wait for our next time. Promise me you'll do the exact same thing to me again!'
'Whatever you want!' Ian grinned.
'Very good. Oh!' Paul suddenly propped himself up on an elbow. 'We could do it again right now!'
'Right now? Really?' Ian frowned. 'Well, I don't mind. But are you sure? Aren't you a bit, you know...sore down there?'
'Probably, but it's not that bad. At least it won't stop me. Please, Ian!' said Paul and looked pleadingly at him.
'I see that you know how to get whatever you want,' commented Ian. 'Alright then, get yourself into position.'
'Oh, of course!' exclaimed Paul happily.