“We’ll have to get up soon,” Donnie said. “We have to open the surgery at ten.”
Of course, neither he nor Will moved an inch in the bed, except to snuggle closer. His head nestled on Will’s chest, with Will flat on his back. Three weeks after the accident, Will’s ankle still wouldn’t take his whole weight, and sometimes when he was on all fours—there was a thought that made Donnie’s skin prickle with anticipation!—his knee could buckle underneath him.
Donnie didn’t care. He liked to lie on top. It gave him access to a lot of tantalising flesh. He licked aimlessly at Will’s nearest nipple, feeling it harden between his lips. Then he slid a hand down between Will’s thighs and smiled when Will sucked in a breath and tensed up.
“Donnie. Please.”
“Hm? Did you want something, Mr Cartwright?”
“Can I have another one?” Will murmured into Donnie’s ear. He nibbled the lobe, which he knew Donnie loved. “Please?”
But Donnie steeled himself against his shiver of delight and used his best ‘reception’ voice. “I think you’ve had enough.”
“Come on, Donnie,” Will wheedled. “I’m ready for more. You’ve prepared me enough.”
“You shouldn’t be so greedy. These things should be savoured. Anticipated. Worked for.”
“I have worked for it!” Will huffed. “All last night!”
His eyes were wide and pleading. Donnie loved it when he looked like that. Like he couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to wait. And Donnie was the only one standing in the way of his gratification.
Donnie liked that, too.
“It won’t take long. Just a quick one.” Will was pouting now, which on a near forty-year-old man could have looked ridiculous. To Donnie, it was just another example of adorable.
“All right,” he said, sitting up with pretend irritation. He straddled Will’s hips, running his fingers through Will’s bushy salt-and-pepper treasure trail. “Only one more, mind you.”
“Everything’s on the table top,” Will said, a little breathlessly. “I put it out, ready for you.”
Donnie reached over and snagged something off a plate. “You did, did you? That’s very eager of you.”
“I love it,” Will whispered. “Don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” Donnie said. “It’s difficult for me to be objective.”
Will stared up at him and the item Donnie held in his hand. “Hm?” He wasn’t listening properly. His pupils had dilated. Donnie could feel his cock thickening against Donnie’s buttock.
“I cooked them you see. I can’t be expected to be consumer as well as baker.”
Will chuckled. “I won’t have it unless you share with me.”
Donnie broke off a piece of the chocolate shape in his hand and waved it teasingly an inch or so away from Will’s mouth.
“What shape is it?” Will was straining, trying to see, but Donnie kept him pinned to the bed.
“It’s D. My initial.” Donnie snapped off the downstroke of the letter and popped it in his own mouth. “Mm. Yes, not bad.”
“Donnie!”
Laughing, Donnie put another shape in Will’s outstretched hand. “That one’s a W. For you.”
Will sighed, smiled, and held it up in front of his face. Then turned it ninety degrees to the right. And then, another turn. He grimaced.
“Okay, so it doesn’t look exactly as I wanted.” Donnie didn’t really care what they looked like. He and Will had nibbled, licked and crunched their way through a lot of chocolate the evening before, until their mouths found other excitement. Now it looked like they were having a morning mini tasting session as well.
“It’s like one of Eric’s spiders,” Will mused. “If they’d lost a couple of legs.”
“You don’t deserve it!” Donnie gave a yelp of protest, but as he grabbed for it, Will swallowed the whole thing with a triumphant look. Then closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
“I’m sure I said I’d do this to you,” he murmured. “When we first met. I’d eat chocolate off your belly then go down on you.” He smiled, as if to himself. “I should have known then, what you’d do to me. How we’d be together. I’d never have been that forward with anyone else.”
“Maybe it was magic in the chocolate,” Donnie said. He dropped the last piece of the D onto Will’s belly, watching it wobble above his navel, the hairs either side of his chest fanned out around it. He needed both hands free to lube up his fingers and start preparing himself. Will liked to watch that, Donnie’s fingers twisting in and out of his hole, his shoulders tensing, the muscles crunching across his abdomen. But Will seemed a little distracted with his tasting for a moment.
“Jez said that to me once. Simon, too,” Donnie continued. Stern, volatile Simon, who nevertheless gave Donnie’s chocolate full credit for bringing him and Trev together. Actually, Simon had phrased it much more crudely, though Donnie didn’t mind, if that worked for him. And Trev had laughed very loudly.
“You’re the magic.” Will sighed. He licked his lips to get the last taste of chocolate.
“You’re really sentimental after a night of sex,” Donnie said.
“I love you,” Will said.
Donnie tensed.
“Fuck,” Will said, though he didn’t sound that apologetic.
“Will…”
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll save the declarations for Christmas—”
“I love you too,” Donnie said quickly.
Will’s pupils blew wide again. It may have been Donnie’s words, it may have been the chocolate. It may have been the way Donnie held Will’s erect cock tightly, as he lowered himself onto it.
“Oh,” Will breathed. “Did I say I adore you, too?”
Donnie chuckled. With his free hand, he ran a finger along the soft edge of the D shape. The warmth of Will’s skin was melting it, and drops were trickling slowly, mischievously over Will’s belly and towards his groin. Donnie lifted his finger and sucked off the hint of chocolate. He would enjoy licking the rest off Will later.
After all, love meant you could have chocolate too, right?
And he started riding Will to proper distraction.