Burchester Tales 7: Last Night

After their little break last week, the boys from Burchester are back, and Lee can't stop thinking about last night...

Burchester Tales: Episode 7

Last Night by H. Lewis-Foster

Lee tried to concentrate on his afternoon lecture, but spent most of the time reliving every moment of last night. It was the night he’d been fantasising about since he realised he liked boys and not girls, and it certainly hadn’t disappointed. He was still amazed at how confident he’d been, making that corny comment about the spaghetti and taking full advantage of the movie re-enactment which followed.

He’d felt rather guilty about the mess the pasta made on the bed sheets, but by the time they noticed the upturned bowls, he and Gus were past caring about domestic disorder. Lee’s moist skin had simmered with excitement, as Gus kissed his whole body, from spinning head to tingling toes and everywhere in between. Lee had eagerly returned Gus’s attentions, and would have been quite content if their romantic roamings had ended there. But when Gus tentatively took a pack of condoms from a drawer—“Would you like to? We don’t have to…”—there was no way on earth Lee was going to object.

Lee was scared— of course he was. He’d heard so many stories of agonising first times, he expected nothing less than excruciating pain. As it was, Gus prepared him so tenderly with gentle fingers and cooling lube, it barely hurt at all when Gus eased inside him. Lee hadn’t a clue how long they made love for, and he’d have happily continued until the sun rose, but even Gus had his limits. As they lay kissing and cuddling afterwards, Gus had asked him if he’d enjoyed his first time.

Lee couldn’t believe he even had to ask. It was marvellous, miraculous, mind-blowing, and every other superlative in the dictionary; all of which now made his attempt to follow the finer points of French grammar a virtual impossibility. When the lecture finally came to an end, Lee rushed outside and headed for St Martha’s College, where he’d arranged to meet Gus at four o’clock.

When Lee arrived in the old red-brick quad, Gus was nowhere to be seen. Supposing he’d been held up, Lee leaned against a wall, hoping he wouldn’t be told to move on by one of the college porters. St Martha’s was one of the more traditional Burchester colleges, which meant it was somewhat intimidating, but utterly idyllic. Lee was gazing at the beautiful stained glass windows of the college chapel, when he sensed someone standing next to him. He looked across to see a stunning young man with ebony hair and golden skin, who smiled in an unnervingly knowing way.

“You must be Lee. Gus said he was meeting you here.”

The stranger’s cut-glass accent, with its faint Scottish lilt, gave Lee a pretty good idea who he was.

“Would you be Davy, by any chance?”

“I take it Gus has been talking about me.” Davy looked delighted by the thought. “All good things, I hope.”

“Of course.” Lee decided Davy wasn’t the kind of man to be insulted lightly. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise, and from the look on Gus’s face this morning, I’d say he’s quite pleased he met you, too.” Davy smiled mischievously, as he leaned a little closer. “I take it you’ve consummated your budding romance.”

“Erm…” Lee had absolutely no reply to Davy’s question. It was weird enough talking to Gus’s ex, without discussing their burgeoning sex life.

“Don’t fret, I won’t pry. Just rest assured, you are one very lucky boy. Our Gus is a truly fabulous shag.” Davy chuckled when he saw the shocked look on Lee’s face; then his expression become more solemn. “And he’s a good man, too. So don’t even think of messing him about, or you’ll have me to answer to.”

Lee quickly shook his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Glad to hear it.” Davy eyed Lee in a slightly disconcerting way. “You seem like a nice guy, Lee, so I’ll give you some advice.” Lee’s heart thudded, as Davy edged so close, Lee could feel his breath against his ear. “Whatever you do, don’t let Gus drink red wine, or he’ll snore like a pig all night.”

Lee snorted with laughter—he couldn’t help it—and was relieved to find that Davy laughed too, as he slapped Lee on the shoulder. “I’m serious. He’ll keep you awake all bloody night.”

When they stopped giggling at last, Davy stepped away with a grin. “Well it’s been lovely to meet you, Lee. You have a good time with our Gus— and don’t forget what I said.”

“I won’t.” Lee wasn’t sure which particular words of advice he meant—the sex, the snoring or the friendly warning—as Davy sauntered away across the lawn, which was of course out of bounds to students. Davy disappeared through an ornate archway, as a soft kiss landed on Lee’s cheek.

“What were you two laughing about?”

Gus’s tone was light but inquisitive, and Lee couldn’t resist winding him up a little. “Davy was just giving me some advice.”

Gus smiled curiously. “About what?”

“About you.” Lee couldn’t keep up his pretence any longer. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing bad. He just said I shouldn’t let you drink red wine. Apparently it makes you snore like anything.”

“It does not.” Gus was briefly indignant; then he shrugged. “Although I don’t suppose I’d know if I was asleep. I guess that’s me off the Merlot then.”

“Don’t be daft.” Lee slipped his arms around Gus’s waist. “You can make as much noise as you like when you’re in bed with me.”

Gus chuckled, pulling him closer, and soon they were snogging gleefully against the centuries-old wall. He was so absorbed in Gus’s kisses, he barely noticed the firm, quick footsteps approaching along the path.

“Do you not have a room to go to, Mr MacAvenny?”

Gus abruptly pulled away from Lee. “Yes, Professor Watkins.”

The tall man in his thirties walked by as he continued, “Then I suggest you go there, Mr MacAvenny.”

“Yes, Professor Watkins.”

Gus rolled his eyes like a naughty schoolboy reprimanded by a teacher. “He’s such a miserable old sod.”

Lee looked after Professor Watkins, in his smart beige trousers and pale blue shirt. “He doesn’t look that old to me.”

“Well he’s still a miserable sod, especially when he’s marking my essays. But I am going to take the professor’s advice.” Gus grinned as he grabbed Lee’s hand. “Come on you. Let’s go back to my room.”

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