Will flopped onto his back, less than gracefully. His jeans were still open, his cock hanging half out of his briefs, and his movements were hobbled. He must look a complete idiot. But Donnie’s eyes were shining as he reached to tug Will’s jeans and briefs to his ankles, then wriggle them and Will’s shoes off onto the floor.
Donnie paused, looking down on Will’s half naked body. At his cock.
Shit. Will knew he should have shaved.
Then Donnie sighed, his smile wide and free. “You’re gorgeous. I knew you would be. Top off!”
Will had a startled second to wonder if that was a modern cry for a sexual position, then realised Donnie wanted them to strip off their shirts. He squirmed out of his as quickly as he could because he didn’t want to miss a second of Donnie stripping. The shirt, his skinny, clingy jeans, his neon-coloured socks and boots. Will suspected Donnie’s briefs would be a revelation, too, and they were—"Kalvin Clein” written all along the waistband in a shameless rip-off, and covered with a print of primary coloured condoms. It was so Donnie, so amusing. Then the briefs came off and Will’s amusement turned to shocked lust.
Donnie looked, briefly, anxious. “Is this okay?”
“Come here. Right now.” Will barely recognised his own growl. He shimmied back up the bed—narrowly missing putting his eye out on some Christmas tree lights Donnie had strung over the headboard—and sat back, legs wide. He watched, fascinated, as Donnie prowled on hands and knees up the mattress towards him, until he nestled between Will’s thighs. Then he rested back on his heels and took hold of Will’s knees.
Will coughed. “It’s been a while.”
Donnie just smiled. He leaned over, to scoop up a couple of condoms and a small bottle of lube from his bedside drawer, then devoted his whole attention to Will. To stroking Will’s cock, to weighing Will’s balls in his palm, to sliding a cheeky, demanding finger—then a second, beside it—into Will’s arse. “I’ll go slow,” he murmured, twisting the fingers carefully but searchingly.
“Don’t bother on my account,” Will gasped, as Donnie’s fingertips nudged his prostate. Tears of pleasure sprang to his eyes: his whole body was alight with impatient need.
Donnie laughed, wriggled a few inches nearer, then nudged his sheathed cock against Will’s entrance. And then inside. Slowly. Inch by inch.
Will reached for Donnie’s upper arms, gripped hard, and pulled him against his hips. With a gasp of his own, Donnie sank into Will, up to his balls.
“Jesus, Will. So good.”
Will could only grunt. The sudden burn was a shock, but the excitement sent tremors right through him. He started to rock, clinging to Donnie, needing the friction against his cock where it rubbed between their bellies. He lifted his legs higher, thankful when Donnie grasped them behind the knees. His thigh muscles weren’t as limber as they were fifteen years ago, and he hadn’t found a new gym in the area yet. He wouldn’t be able to hold any kind of a gymnastic position in bed for too long, if at all. Maybe he should join a yoga class…
“Oh. Oh.” Donnie was moaning, muttering, making sounds in rhythm with their thrusting.
Will couldn’t make out any sensible words, but he didn’t care. His nerves were strung tight with blissful anticipation. Conversation was far from his mind at that glorious moment.
“Are you close?” Donnie whispered.
“Dear God.” Will groaned as he felt the floodgates open. “T-too late!” His climax spilled from him. His thighs clenched, his toes curled, and he may have dug his nails into Donnie’s arms so fiercely he’d break the skin. Back arching, his cum splattered between them, leaving trails in the hairs on Will’s chest, spraying stray drops into the curls at Donnie’s groin.
Donnie sighed. He may even have laughed softly. Then his body shuddered, his thighs tightened against Will’s hips, and he jerked above Will as he came.
Will watched every moment of it: as Donnie’s pupils dilated to the maximum, as his belly clenched, as his head fell momentarily forward, stray hair stuck sweatily to his forehead. As he panted to a stop, his skin damp, his chest heaving. And then lifted his gaze to Will with an incandescent smile.
It was phenomenal.
An hour later, they were still awake, snuggled up in Donnie’s bed, naked and warm. Will was draped against Donnie’s back. That was partly because there was hardly enough room in the bed for one adult man, let alone two. Will wasn’t sure how he’d sleep here. But at the moment it was the last thing he cared about. Not with Donnie’s warm, wiry back pressed to his chest, tweaking the hairs all sort of ways, his tight buttocks in Will’s lap, teasing his cock to semi hardness again.
Sleep was overrated anyway.
“Have you thought about my job offer?” he murmured into Donnie’s ear.
Donnie shifted, and for a horrible moment Will though he had annoyed him this time. What the hell was he doing, talking work when they were in bed? When he wanted to have sex again, despite the fact it’d been ages since he did it twice in less than twelve hours. But Donnie didn’t move away, just rolled over until he was facing Will.
“I’ve got a draft contract on my phone,” Will said. It was like he had no control over his voice, just opened his mouth and let anything spill out. “Fifteen pounds an hour. Whatever hours you want.”
Donnie’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not right.”
“What? Isn’t it enough? It’s above national minimum.”
Donnie was frowning. He looked—oh God—disapproving. “Will, we both know it’s above the minimum. Way above. It’s far too high for a basic reception job.”
Will flushed. He was embarrassed, like he’d been when he was quizzing Donnie on his exams. It was a feeling like he’d stepped in something soft and messy, and if he tried to escape, he’d sink even farther. “I need someone with skills. You’ll be dealing with the public and sick animals, and medical prescriptions—”
“Will. I don’t want pity.”
“For God’s sake, it’s not that. I can’t bear to see you struggling.”
Donnie’s jaw seemed to set in stubbornness. “It’s what people do.”
He looked so brave, so proud. Will had no idea what Donnie’s family life had really been like: he suspected Donnie had only given him highlights. Or should that be lowlights? From other stray comments Donnie had made, it seemed that the siblings, half-siblings, step-siblings, whatever, all needed so many things. Not just money, but emotional support, comforting, encouraging, taking to job interviews, doctor appointments, probation meetings, babysitting, helping with decorating. And Donnie always seemed to be at the centre of this. No wonder he’d wanted to move out, to make his own way. It didn’t look like there’d ever been much help for Donnie himself.
“Don’t look at me like that, Will.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m some charity case.”
“I don’t mean to.”
Donnie sighed. “It’s okay.”
He was smiling again. Did it look a bit strained, or was Will projecting his own worries? “Are we having an argument?” he asked tentatively. His family had never been good at direct confrontation.
“Idiot,” Donnie said gently, still smiling. “We haven’t known each other long enough for that. Everything’s fine.”
Will suspected Donnie said that a lot. Will had certainly heard him say it whenever he questioned or challenged Donnie. This had been an argument waiting to happen, no doubt about it. For a brief moment, Donnie had looked like he was about to tell Will to take his job and put it somewhere the sun didn’t shine.
But Donnie wouldn’t do that, would he?
Donnie planted the softest of kisses on Will’s jaw. It made the bristles tickle. “I mean it. It’s okay. I’d love to work for you.”
“With me.”
“Whatever. But I’ll let you know what wage you should be paying me.”
“Donnie, for heaven’s sake. No person in their right mind would take less.”
“So, I’m not in my right mind. That’s what you do to me.”
Will didn’t know what to say. Now he had Donnie’s fingers on his hip, Donnie’s lips on his shoulder, Donnie’s nipple grazing his, rubbing it to a hard nub that damn near hurt. “Only if you’re sure you want the job.”
“Well,” Donnie said with much more spirit. “I would really prefer stultifying boring days stapling cardboard and bubble wrap around stacks of print cartridges, rather than a stimulating day with a variety of clients and their pets, chatting to people and helping them out.”
Will blinked hard. “Um. That’s sarcasm, right?”
“You stupid arse.” Donnie sounded almost fond. He reached the couple of inches it took to meet Will’s lips with his own and kissed him properly, his tongue slick and fast in Will’s mouth. “Of course there is. I can start next Monday.”
“I’ll look forward to it. You’ll be so good for the surgery,” Will said. And me, he didn’t dare add. Having Donnie with him on a daily basis. The tight feeling in his chest returned, but it warmed him as well. It certainly thickened his cock, nudging against Donnie’s thigh.
“Fuck me now,” Donnie murmured into his mouth. “I can reach that other condom really easily.”
He slung his outer leg over Will’s hip, their skin damp against each other’s. He moved with a young, easy grace that Will admired: that made his heart race and his cock shift. And who was he to argue with an offer like that? He chuckled, slid a hand around Donnie’s waist and flipped him onto his back, underneath him. “I’ll happily give your return offer the consideration it deserves.”
“Yes, boss,” Donnie said with a grin, and reached to grip Will’s arms as his anchor.