Ansley Vaughan Personal Statement

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A Personal Statement
alone, please?
Wickham and Luke Guard spoke together. No!
Pascal, I was angry and I was mad. But I loved you. I still do& Can t we& ?
Guard had moved over to the mini-bar and was miming drink-pouring at
Wickham. He nodded and took a beer, but he didn t take his eyes off the tableau in
the middle of the room.
Pascal reached out and pulled Todd into his arms. It s all right, Todd. It s all
right. You ve destroyed me, the old me. But perhaps some good will come of it. He
glanced across to Wickham, who was standing, transfixed, his beer can crumpled in
his hand.
It s important that you don t let this stop you. You ve got a good future; you re
bright, you re able, you work hard. Go back to the States and forget about all this.
What is it you chaps say? Have a good life&
Todd sobbed. But I don t want to go back to the US. I want to stay here with you.
I love you. Please, Pascal, can t we forget what s happened?
Pascal gazed at the boy, his lip quirking. He ignored the sounds of derision
coming from Wickham.
No, I don t think so. Because I would never be able to forget that you set out
deliberately to hurt me. And no matter how angry people are, it s something no lover
should do to another. His hand reached up and smoothed the golden hair for one
last time. Then they were kissing, a passionate, swirling kiss of love and longing and
regret. Finally, although hugely aroused, Pascal pulled away. I loved you so much,
Todd. More than my fianc�e, more than my job, more than my duty. But you& you
couldn t stay true to me. You betrayed me in the most basic and heinous way. And
somewhere along the line, love died. He turned around, his eyes moist. You ready,
Wickham?
Too right! Wickham said, putting down his can and moving towards the door.
Goodbye then, Panopoulos.
Ah, Mr Wickham, Todd said, his eyes narrowing. You didn t lose much time I
see. So at least someone got what he wanted.
Wickham looked at him in disgust. Christ, Panopoulos, you don t deserve to have
been let off the hook in such a gracious way. If it was up to me&
But it isn t, Pascal said, taking his arm. Goodbye gentlemen. You ll understand
if I don t come to your farewell party, Todd.
Then they were out of the suite and in the lift, and on their way back to Pimlico.
Neither of them spoke a word.
A Personal Statement
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When they got near the house, Pascal said, I really can t be bothered with all that
back garden business. Shall we just brazen it out?
Wickham grinned. Why not?
They got the taxi to draw up right outside the house, then climbed out in the
midst of the journalists and photographers. It took a while for someone to spot
Pascal, and by that time, they were on the steps.
The pack closed in, bellowing questions at both of them. Pascal was just saying,
I d talk to you if I had anything more to say. But I haven t. Sorry chaps. Sorry.
When they finally got through the front door, Pascal leaned against it, exhausted.
Whew. Enough. Bed, I think. What are your plans, Wickham?
Well, you re not getting rid of me. And bed sounds very attractive. But first, just
tell me, when did you last have anything to eat?
Oh, I don t know. He thought back. Yesterday, probably.
Dear God! And you ve had all that exercise as well. Go and sit down, I m going to
get you something.
Pascal collapsed into an easy chair, listening with pleasure to the crashing sounds
coming from the kitchen, and relishing the fact that someone was looking after him.
After a while, Wickham came in with two steaming plates of scrambled egg on toast,
and they sat in companionable silence and ate.
When they had finished, he took the plates away and Pascal could hear him
washing up. He called out, I had no idea that you were so domesticated.
Wickham appeared in the doorway, drying his hands on a tea towel. In many
ways, I am, he said. But in others, I m quite feral. He threw the cloth down. You
said something about bed. And there was a promise earlier&
Revived by the food, Pascal got up. Yes, I believe I do remember something of
the sort. If you re absolutely sure&
Pascal, I m as sure as it s possible to be.
They went upstairs to the big front bedroom. Peering out, Wickham could see that
the turning on of the light had stirred up the watchers, already agitated by their
inexplicable appearance outside.
Suddenly, despite what they had done earlier, they were embarrassed with each
other. This business of going to bed together seemed more intimate, more significant
than the wild sex on the couch. Pascal said, almost shyly, The bathroom is through
there, if you want&
Come with me, Wickham said. You re worn out. I ll help you get ready.
And so he gently removed Pascal s clothes and his own, and they stood together in
the shower, as the water cascaded all around them. Wickham put his arms around
Pascal and soaped him gently. Afterwards he dried him, giving a rub with the towel
to the growing penis, but not saying anything. They moved through into the bedroom
again.
Wickham said, Today has been the realisation of my best, my wildest dreams.
But I realise that for you, it s been traumatic and exhausting. So I won t mind if you
just want to go to sleep. I ll hold you.
A glint appeared in Pascal s eye. Bloody not! Especially now I ve had something
to eat. I feel invigorated. He reached for the lube. Just get on the bed and bend
over. I want your arse in the air.
Wickham regarded him for a moment, his face breaking into a grin. Considering
A Personal Statement
you come over so prim and proper, you really are a dirty bastard, aren t you,
Dumont?
Dumont gave a wolfish smile. I think you re about to discover just how perverted
I can be. Now bend over.
He spent some time arranging Wickham, so his head and shoulders were pressed
down onto the bed, his bottom in the air, and his legs spread wide. From the rear, he
could see the muscled buttocks, the semi-rigid penis and the beautiful, even balls
hanging down between straining thighs. He reached between the legs and pulled the
dangling cock towards him, feeling some resistance as he moved it to an unnatural
position. Wickham groaned. Pascal stroked a few times, and ducked down between
the legs to take it in his mouth. He gave a few firm sucks, then let the thing go. My
first taste of you.
Is it good? The voice was muffled.
It s glorious.
He knelt at the end of the bed, letting the tip of his tongue tease the hole which
convulsed and contracted beneath his touch. Wickham gave a groan of pleasure and
arousal. Pascal licked wetly for some time, the musky taste inflaming his own senses
and causing his erection to become so hard that it was exquisitely painful. After a
while, he stood up, and pushed his middle finger into the orifice, curving it
downwards and searching for the magic button. From the sounds Wickham was
making, he had found it.
The other man was gasping, and eventually he managed to say, Please, do it,
Pascal, do it. I want to feel you inside me.
Pascal gave a gentle kiss to each buttock, then he stroked himself a couple of
times and positioned his cock on the twitching entrance. It went in slowly, the only
sound audible the pleasing squish of lube and flesh. He held onto Wickham s hips
and began a steady rhythm. It was not the wild fuck Wickham had given him, but it
was firm, and tender. It went on for a long time, until Wickham cried out in passion
and pleasure. And when he came, emptying himself, astonished he still had so much
to give, Wickham collapsed flat onto the bed, and Pascal went with him, still inside
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