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The STF said: "I'm kind of sad I never wrote Experienced Gay Graham, since I could easily buy it, with Arcane being all, "I'M SO AMAZING, TIME FOR AMAZING SEX WITH AMAZING ME, oh shit I have no idea what I'm doing, I've never been with a dude," or him just being terrible at it because he's so goddamn selfish, and Graham being like, "I'll coach you through it. There, there." Poor Graham. What's even in this for you?"
'I think it's time I staked my claim, don't you, Graham?'
Graham stared, mouth slightly agape.
'Excuse me, sir?'
Arcane smiled smugly, arm draped over his assistant's shoulder.
'We're been colleagues... friends... for quite a while now, haven't we?'
'Uh, yes sir.'
'And we're... fond of each other, aren't we?'
'Well, I love you, sir, but I didn't know you felt the same way...'
Arcane's grin would have rotted a shark's teeth.
'Oh yes, old chap, of course I do! Do you think I would have kept you by my side all these years just for your technical and scientific ineptitude?'
'Um... well... I guess not...'
'Of course not. Now, let's see. Your room or mine?'
'Could we... could we use your room, sir?'
'No doubt it's more comfortable than yours. Very well.' Arcane turned and strode to the elevator, not bothering to glance back, confident that Graham would follow. 'You know, you have no idea how lucky you are. Most people would give their right arm for a night in my bed.'
'I'd say everyone would, sir. As long as you're in it too.'
'That goes without saying.' Arcane smirked as the elevator door slid closed. 'My reputation is legendary.'
Graham eyed him a little dubiously.
'So, how many men have you had sex with then, sir?'
'How many?' Arcane frowned down at him. 'Well... none, actually. But it can't be very much different to making love to a women, can it?'
Ohhhhhh dear... Graham mentally shook his head, anticipating a less than satisfying amorous encounter.
'Well, there are a few differences, sir.'
'Well obviously, you twit! But the basic mechanics must be the same...'
He's never even thought about it before, Graham realised with a sinking heart. Oh shit. I'm going to have to teach him, without him realising I'm doing it. This is going to be fun. Not.
The elevator doors slid open on Arcane's suite, and Graham gazed apprehensively at the king-sized bed. He'd been lusting after the Doctor for so long, and now the moment had finally arrived he was almost dreading it...
Arcane was frowning impatiently.
'Well, what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off.'
Oh great. No subtlety at all. If this was how he treated his women no wonder they didn't stay for second helpings...
Smiling tentatively, Graham moved closer to the Doctor, hands reaching slowly for the buttons of his tunic. Arcane stared, then leaned slightly forward, allowing his assistant to carefully start to undress him. Easing the tunic from the waistband of the linen trousers, Graham slid it from slim shoulders, thumbs stroking gently down Arcane's chest and flicking lightly over his nipples. The Doctor gasped, eyes closing for a second then opening wide in surprise. Graham smiled nervously then leaned forward to kiss a nipple, taking it between his lips and sucking.
Arcane was motionless for about half a second, then he groaned quietly, and Graham felt his body relax. Emboldened he shifted his hands down to the belt and zip of the Doctor's trousers, undoing both without taking his lips from the nipple he was licking and biting very gently.
'... oh god...'
Smiling to himself Graham pulled back far enough to remove the rest of Arcane's clothing then guided him back onto the bed, pausing for a moment to admire the sizable erection the Doctor sported. Perhaps this wouldn't be all bad after all.
'... Graham...?'
Graham patted Arcane's shoulder.
'Won’t be a minute, sir.' He stripped swiftly and efficiently, then seated himself on the edge of the bed, wondering if it was worth asking where Arcane kept the lube. Probably not. It wouldn't surprise him to learn that Arcane had never heard of the stuff...
But it had been a while – he'd need something... He glanced towards the en suite. There'd be something he could use, surely, even if it was only the Doctor's hair gel...
'I'll be right back, sir.'
There was an amazing variety of different potions and lotions in the bathroom cabinet – at least three different sorts of hand cream, several expensive aftershaves, hair gel, shaving gel... Graham grabbed a tube of extra-moisturising body lotion and slipped back to the bedroom. To find Arcane half-sitting, leaning back against a mound of pillows with his arms crossed and a furious glower on his face.
'What the hell do you think you're doing?'
Graham lifted the tube.
'Lube, sir. Well, lube substitute. We can’t do this dry – it'll hurt us both.'
'Oh.' Arcane pouted. 'Very well. Get on with it then.'
His erection had withered somewhat; Graham took a few minutes to stroke and fondle the tumescent flesh before leaning down to liiiick, very slowly, up the length of the underside. Arcane yelped and tensed: Graham looked up in alarm.
'Sir? Did I hurt you?'
'No, oh no, old chap – just took me a little by surprise, that's all...' He took a deep breath. 'So, what happens next?'
For a moment Graham was tempted to suggest the Doctor allow himself to be fucked, but luckily common sense hit him over the head before he could speak.
'Well, sir, since you haven't done this before... it would probably be better if I rode you.'
Arcane's expression became comically dismayed for a moment, although he almost immediately schooled his face to a forced neutrality.
'And what does that involve?'
He didn’t even know that? Oh, this was going to be just fucking great... Graham sighed.
'It means, sir, that you stay on your back while I let you fuck me from beneath.'
Arcane frowned as he considered the information, then nodded.
'Very well.' He gestured towards his penis. 'Carry on...'
Mentally rolling his eyes, Graham liberally slathered the twitching erection with the lotion, then slid up to straddle the Doctor's lower body, one hand grasping the apparently eager penis while he wriggled into position. Then, hands on Arcane's hips, he slid slowly down, taking the Doctor's cock into himself...
It had been a while – the burn and sting and sense of over-fullness was uncomfortable and not helped by Arcane's gasp and instinctive attempts to thrust upwards.
'Slowly, please sir. It'll hurt otherwise.'
Arcane groaned and closed his eyes, hips tensing with the urge to move.
'Not hurting me.'
Maybe not, but if you hurt me I'll fucking make sure you know it! Graham rose to his knees, then sank down slowly four or five times, until he was sitting flush against Arcane's groin, the Doctor's cock fully seated in his arse. He released a breath he'd not been aware of holding and relaxed a little.
'OK sir. You can move now...' Before he'd finished speaking Arcane had grasped his hips to hold him still and started to ram up into his body. Graham cried out and tried to move, but Arcane was having none of it. Blindly aroused and wholly unused to showing anyone any consideration, he flipped them both over, his larger size holding Graham to the bed as he fucked his assistant brutally hard.
Fortunately he was so aroused he came in less than a minute, his whole body tensing as he pulsed copiously into his assistant. Moment later he slumped over the smaller, muscular body below him.
'... oh fuck...'
Graham managed to ungrit his teeth and swallow the cries of pain that had built up while the Doctor had taken his own pleasure, then with surprising strength shoved Arcane off and away from him. Arcane winced as he landed on his back, his slackening penis wrenched from his assistant's body and slapping wetly (and a tad painfully) against his balls. He stared at the glowering Graham, suddenly vaguely uneasy.
'What the hell was that for?'
'Nothing sir.' Graham eased himself upright, trying to move no more than was absolutely necessary, his entire lower body beset by stabbing pains, and carefully pulled on his clothing. 'But if that's the way you treat all your lovers I'm not surprised you're alone.'
Slack-jawed in disbelief, Arcane watched him limp towards the elevator.
'Graham?'
No answer. Arcane began to think he might have made some sort of faux pas here.
'Oh come on, Graham old chum! I got a bit carried away, I know, but honestly, you're entirely too tasty for me to restrain myself.'
Graham paused at the door and glared back over his shoulder.
'Flattery will get you nowhere, sir. You hurt me. You'll have to find yourself someone else to fuck.'
'But...' But Graham was gone, and Arcane was left feeling as though the floor had dropped away from beneath him.
He swallowed, a little nervously, remembering the tiny whimpers Graham had made, the way his face had screwed up with pain with every thrust. Maybe he had been a little too rough. He'd better think of something nice to make it up to Graham.
On his way back to his own room, Graham smiled to himself. He'd recognised that look. He wondered how long he could milk the Doctor's guilt...