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Taine
How much cheese can one man eat in a day?
On the way to Alkmaar, Freddie had explained how the market usually ran until the end of September, but had been extended into the first week of October; they’d only just made the cut. He’d never been able to attend before. The nurse practically vibrated with excitement on the train seat beside him.
After tooling around the various stalls, Freddie dragged him to the Cheese Museum. Who has a museum dedicated to cheese? And who visits it? Apparently me. Taine could honestly say it had been the oddest holiday he’d ever had. It included the time Scottie had dragged him to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, in the US, to visit Gnome Countryside.
He’s never picking the holiday spot again—ever.
Three hours into their excursion to Alkmaar, Taine knew everything about making cheese. If it hadn’t been for the excited gleam in Freddie’s eyes, he might’ve found the nearest pub for a beer. He probably would if he had to try another yellow square of the squishy dairy nugget.
God—and Freddie—appeared to have mercy on him. They wandered away from the museum and market to hop on a bus across town to eat something other than cheese. Taine had never been more grateful to find a steakhouse in his life.
Steak.
Glorious steak.
“Enjoying your meat?” Freddie asked innocently.
“Of course.” Taine nodded. He couldn’t help prodding his dinner partner a little. “I’ll enjoy yours later.”
Freddie coughed on a bite of food. He glared at Taine while choking down water. “Was that necessary?”
“Definitely.”
With their early supper out of the way, Taine opted to call for a taxi instead of taking the train to return to Amsterdam. He made sure to spread his legs farther apart than necessary. His thigh pressed against Freddie’s and his hand rested on the man’s knee.
Freddie folded his arms across his chest while he lifted a single eyebrow, as if to say “Really? Now?”
Taine allowed his fingers to drift up from the knee along the inner seam of the faded jeans the younger man wore. He pressed hard enough to be felt through the thick denim. Freddie inhaled sharply when his hand reached the inner thigh. “Something the matter?”
“You’re an arse.” Freddie’s eyes darted towards the driver, who appeared focused on the evening traffic. “You can’t wait the thirty minutes to get to the hotel?”
“Is your ferret thirsty?” Taine asked with a perfectly serene tone. He’d mastered the art of wiping any sign of amusement from his face early in life. “I’m thirsty for it.”
Freddie covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders started to shake with suppressed laughter. “Twmffat.”
The amusement didn’t last long at all. Taine silenced him by giving up on pretence and trailing his fingers up to the crux of his thighs. They immediately found the bulge in Freddie’s jeans.
Bullseye.
His knuckles repeatedly rubbed over it. Freddie kept his hands over his face, though likely for a different reason. His legs felt tense, as if he wanted to shift around on the leather seat of the taxi.
When the driver pulled up in front of the Seven Bridges Hotel, Freddie practically bolted from the vehicle. Taine paid the fare and followed at a far more sedate pace. He reached his room only to find his travelling companion had returned to his own instead.
Deciding a shower would help to rinse off the day—and the cheese—Taine stripped down quickly to his pants and socks, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. He found Freddie on the other side. The younger man stepped inside, only to stop when he noticed the lack of clothing.
“Did I interrupt?”
“I need a hot shower to wash off the smell of dairy,” Taine teased him. “Want to join me?”
The nurse moved towards him as if hypnotised. Freddie reached down to grip the hem of his T-shirt to tug it over his head. He had obviously discarded his jacket in his room.
Shoes were kicked off and across the room, and jeans and socks landed on top of the T-shirt until Freddie stood in nothing but his boxers. Taine had to admire his complete confidence in himself—and lack of insecurity.
Not many of the men or women Taine had been with would’ve so casually stripped down to nothing. He wondered if Freddie’s line of work had made him immune to the almost inborn fear of nudity a staggering number of adults suffered with. Taine certainly wouldn’t complain.
Freddie grinned cheekily up at Taine. “Sure we’re going to fit? You’re a tad bulky.”
“Bulky?” Taine ran a hand across his broad chest. “Bulk? This is all muscle.”
“Still bulky.” Freddie strolled casually towards the en-suite. “Must be a rugby thing.”
It wasn’t until the shower turned on that Taine started towards the bathroom. He’d been thrown by the teasing from Freddie. The happy bunny hadn’t shown off his mischievous side quite so obviously before now.
Leaning against the doorframe, Taine watched the supple, tattooed figure through the glass door of the shower. Steam hadn’t obscured him quite yet. The view had his body vibrating with lust almost instantly.
Discarding his pants and socks, Taine eased himself into the shower. While not a tight squeeze, it did squash them together—rather conveniently and enjoyably. Freddie backed up against the tile wall across from the glass door.
Taine ducked his head under the water to enjoy the warmth. He refocused his attention on the man next to him. Throwing an arm around Freddie to drag him against his body, his lips descended immediately on the attractive neck that was slick with water and vulnerable to him.
He nuzzled up until their lips connected. His legs bent slightly to keep them mouth to mouth. He pursued the caress with a possessively feral edge.
With his knee shoved between Freddie’s legs, Taine deepened the kiss. He grinned against the soft mouth when the younger man practically ground himself into his thigh. Their hands explored skin slippery with moisture, and they barely took the time to breathe.
Their cocks both jutted out from their bodies. Freddie’s shaft pressed against Taine’s thigh. The younger man made small but desperate thrusts while straddling his leg.
Taine pulled both his mouth and leg away from Freddie, earning a hiss of disapproval. He grasped the short brown hair on the man and applied pressure to guide him down to his knees away from the water. His cock nudged against the sinfully swollen lips. “Suck.”
When Freddie opened his mouth to respond, Taine pushed forward, his head easily slipping past those wet lips. He kept a firm grip on the short brown hair to control the pace.
Twisting his leg to the side, Taine made sure to rub his foot against the hanging arousal between Freddie’s thighs. He wanted the nurse primed for what would come next. Pun intended.
“That’s it, Frederick.” Taine nudged forward inch by inch, enjoying the velvet, slick warmth of Freddie’s mouth. “Does the weight of it feel good on your tongue?”
Freddie peered up at him, brown eyes darkening with arousal. His hand roamed up Taine’s thigh to reach his abdomen. His nails raked across Taine’s stomach, causing his muscles to tense.
Taine waited until his balls tightened to yank himself out of those tempting lips. He stroked himself with short, hard tugs until his enjoyment splattered across Freddie’s chest. The younger man reached down to stroke himself, only to frown when Taine blocked him with a deft move of his foot. “I’ve much better plans for you.”
After dragging Freddie up to his feet and shoving him under the warm water, Taine turned off the shower and led him out of the bathroom. They didn’t bother to dry off. The cool air worked like a strong cup of coffee, leaving both men raring and ready for more.
Water dripped on the floor, trailing a path from the bathroom to the hallway. Taine shoved Freddie down on a sturdy bench in the room. He made quick work of sliding a condom over the younger man’s slender but decently long arousal and lubing up the length of him.
Freddie had seemed uneasy with the mechanics of taking Taine’s taller and broader form. For his part, he preferred being in control—even with a cock up his arse. It hadn’t taken him long to arrive at a solution.
As Freddie sat on the bench with his shaft proudly jutting up into the air, Taine sat down on him. It didn’t require any work at all to guide Freddie into him. They both uttered satisfied groans when his bottom rested against those muscled, but lithe legs.
He bounced up and down with all the force his own legs could manage. Freddie’s hand drifted around his sides to stroke Taine’s cock. His lips wandered along the Maori tattoo of a turtle on his back.
As Freddie had been hard the entire time, it didn’t take much for him to explode. Taine lifted up off him almost immediately. He grabbed the younger man and pressed him up against the wall with Freddie’s legs wrapped around him.
With his own shaft condom-covered, Taine pushed carefully into Freddie. He pressed one hand on the wall for support and drove up into him. He’d saved his second climax for this reason.
Taine had always been gifted with remarkable stamina. Taking the last of Freddie’s cherries had put him on edge, though. He wouldn’t require much more stimulus to go off like a rocket again.
His arm wrapped around Freddie to keep the younger man from bashing into the wall with the harder thrusts. Freddie, in turn, looped his arms around Taine’s neck. Their lips slipped across one another’s in a brushing, lazy sort of dance.
Freddie bounced easily on him with Taine using brute strength to move him up and down. “God. It’s too much. Too soon. I can’t.”
Taine bit down on his bottom lip. He’d drawn it out longer to allow for a bit of recovery time. “You’ll be surprised, Frederick, with what your body can manage.”
Shifting his angle slightly, Taine zeroed the head of his cock on the sensitised bundle of nerves deep within Freddie. He’d always enjoyed bringing his partners to multiple orgasms. There was always a hint of surprise when a man achieved an orgasm without his cock being overly stimulated.
Freddie’s cock had been trapped against Taine’s stomach. He could feel it slowly lengthening and hardening. Almost there. It had taken immense self-will not to surrender to the pleasure with the younger man’s constant heavy panting and moans echoing in his ears.
He had so much to show Freddie. So many tricks in the toy box. It had been ages since a sexual partner had fired him up. He couldn’t wait to get home and see how adventurous Freddie could be.
From the loud noises that Taine used his hand to muffle, Freddie would be more than open to experimenting. He slowed his thrusts down. It threw the younger man slightly, but not much.
“You ready?” Taine asked before lifting Freddie up and teasing him with the head of his shaft. “Are you, Frederick?”
“Fel ci a dau goc,” Freddie managed to murmur.
“Take that as a yes.”
And he did.
