Hello and welcome to Flashback Fiction Friday
Today I'm featuring my sappy m/m May/Dec TM2
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Here is a short excerpt and Blurb
London Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in his bachelor badge.
Brandon McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies
This is a romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some hot smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!
Brandon and London sat on the couch together as the artist spoke at length about the methods he’d used during the creation of the painting. To Brandon, the object of his desire seemed very interested in everything he’d said. He hoped he didn’t bore him with his babbling. The last thing he wanted to do was make the man tire of him too quickly.
London poured some more of the Cristal into both glasses. He handed the flute back to Brandon. They’d finished half the bottle but for whatever reason, Brandon still felt nervous. He took it and tried his best not to spill it, his hand trembling slightly. “Um thank you.” He sipped a little from the glass.
“You’re welcome.” London lightly smacked Brandon on his kneecap. “Love, chill out, yeah? We’re here just having drinks. Relax.”
Brandon nodded and lay back against the cushions. How could he relax knowing he sat beside the man of his dreams? He took a whiff of London’s manly scent. A mixture of cologne and after-shave, as strong as he’d expected. When it infiltrated his nostrils, he felt himself hardening under the slacks. The goose bumps became rocks on his flesh. He was perspiring a little; he hoped his desired one wouldn’t notice. “I’m tryin’, it’s just...” Brandon bit his lip and set the glass on the coffee table in front of him. “Well, I’ve admired you for such a long time, London, and I... This is really a thrill for me.”
London chuckled and moved closer to Brandon. He took the artist’s palm into his. “I get that, but I’m just a man, like any other. I don’t walk on water. No second coming here, love.”
To Brandon McFerry, he did. London had captivated him for years and now his dreams about being on this sofa with him in private had come true. Deep down he wished he could take London into his arms and kiss him feverishly. He’d envisioned a moment like that too, but he refrained. They had just met. “I know,” he sighed and placed a hand on top of London’s. “Tell me. You really like the painting?”
“I do.” London placed an arm around the younger man’s shoulder. “In fact, it resembles a work of art I have at home. I’d love to take you there to see it tonight.”
Brandon looked at the owner with widened eyes.
Did he just say...?
Brandon thought he just heard London say he wanted him to see a painting he had back at his house.
Could it be? Could the man he’d seemingly desired forever be in possession of a work of art that belonged to him? “I… um.” He swallowed hard. “You want me to accompany you home, tonight?”
London held onto him a little tighter. “Yes, I, I hope that isn’t too forward, it’s just... I really do like you and I’d love to see if that painting is yours. Forgive me for moving too quickly but...”
“No, no, not at all I’m just a bit taken aback by this. I’d love to go, though.”
“Good. Then, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to be my date for the rest of the evening. If it weren’t opening night, I’d certainly just ask James to take over but, since it’s a big event…”
“Yes, yes, I understand. I have no issue with staying here late with you.”
He really didn’t. There was nowhere he’d rather be than here with London and to him, the owner wasn’t moving too fast at all. Just right in his eyes.
“Great, now.” London poured the last two glasses of the expensive beverage. “Let’s finish this off, shall we? Then we’ll go out amongst the people.”
Seeing London pour yet another glass of the champagne made Brandon wince. Truthfully, he’d already felt the effects after two glasses coming on quickly and he wished he didn’t have to drink anymore. However, he wondered if he refused London would that upset him. He took the glass. “Thank you very much.”
“And thank you again for the painting as well as your presence this night.” London toasted with Brandon, clinking their glasses together, before he drank the contents.
The painter nodded and did the same, hoping he’d be able to stay up for the duration of this evening.
I have to make a good impression on him if I want a chance at being part of his life.
Once they’d finished drinking the expensive bubbly, London led Brandon by the hand, back out to the main area. The hold London had on Brandon made his head swim, along with the wine.
He just couldn’t believe this. Him, Brandon McFerry, on the arm of London Davies, powerful businessman and owner of the new club, Fantasia. Many of his friends, especially Tyler, had told him to not get so wrapped up in this man, but how could he not? Even though he didn’t know much about the man, he’d long ago fallen in love with him from afar, and the fact that London expressed some interest in him made him happier that he’d never given up his dream of meeting him.
Meanwhile, the Cristal had definitely taken effect. Brandon cupped his arm around London’s as if they were dating and relaxed so much he started seductively touching his desired man’s shoulders and even running an arm around his waist without giving it a second thought. He really didn’t realize that he might be annoying London or making him worry. In his mind, because London showed a genuine interest, he couldn’t take issue with Brandon’s flirts.
After London finished talking to an older couple of investors, Brandon pulled him against the wall by the bathroom. The young artist ran his hand over London’s head and shoulders and gazed into his brown eyes. “London, I hope I’m not bothering you.”
“Why would you say that?” The club owner pushed his heavy body against Brandon. “I love that you’re finally more relaxed.”
“I… yeah… I mean.” Brandon struggled for the right words. “We just met and I wonder am I coming on too strong.”
London laughed, “No, no, babe, not at all. I really like you, Brandon.” The entrepreneur gripped the artist’s waist. “You go on with the touching and flirting. I don’t mind at all. In fact…” London twirled Brandon’s curls around his fingertips. “I’d like a little more.”
Brandon smiled and wrapped his arms around London’s neck. Thank goodness the man he loved wasn’t annoyed by his affections. He bit his lip and locked eyes with the man once again. “More, as in…?”
“Yes,” London managed to choke out. “You pulled me over here so please love, don’t stop now.”
Brandon took that as a go to do as he’d wanted for years. He straightened himself and shrugged his shoulders. The scent from London, a mixture of his cologne and the Cristal, infiltrated his nostrils. The artist ran his hands from his biceps to the small of his back. The space closed between them with each move. Brandon slowly licked his lips. “I really want this, London.”
“I do too,” he whispered, still pressing himself against Brandon’s body. “I know we just met, but damn.”
“Damn,” he repeated and smiled. His fingers danced on the back of London’s neck, toying with his brown strands. Brandon moved slightly forward, opening his mouth to accept London’s. Lightly, he kissed him and felt the instant adrenaline shoot from his lips to his nipples, causing them to harden under his cotton shirt, and making his cock stand at attention. His jewels drew up against his body. The goose bumps appeared on his flesh. Just that small kiss made so much happen in such a short period of time.
He knew it would be like that. Just like a dream come true with the fireworks going off in his brain, his hormones going into overdrive along with all the noises, waking him up and making him realize just how real this was.
Brandon leaned back against the wall. “That was so—”
“Yes, but−” London moved in close again. “I want more. Don’t be so tentative, Brandon.” The older man pressed his lips against Brandon’s, sending more shocks to his system. Breaths labouring from the fiery embrace, the young artist accepted, feeling his desired man’s cock mating with his own. “Jesus.”
“No, no, not him, Brandon. Me.”