Linc woke with a smile on his face, an ache in his arse, and a hard cock pressed into his thighs. He reached back, found his target, dragged David’s arm around his waist and held it to his chest. The gorgeous specimen of man behind him stirred and moaned. Linc lowered David’s hand as far as his cock.
“It’s the middle of the night,” David protested as he wrapped his hand around Linc’s hardening erection.
“It’s five-forty-five, and we have fifteen minutes before we need to get up.” He lifted his leg. “Come on, tuck that fabulous cock of yours between my thighs.”
His arse contracted at the memory of riding David, holding onto the headboard, meeting every thrust. Bloody hell! It had been glorious after an evening spent making out on the sofa complete with mutual blow jobs. He couldn’t tell in the dark, but he imagined there might be a few tell-tale teeth marks and bruises on his chest. He felt David ease between his legs, still half asleep, grabbed the lube from the side table and slathered it on his cock then on his thighs. David set up a rhythm as Linc squeezed.
David’s breath caressed his neck making him shiver. “Come on,” he said. “Imagine you’re fucking my arse again. Shit, that’s good.”
David bit down into his shoulder and sped up behind him. Linc’s balls tingled in anticipation of his third orgasm in less than twenty-four hours. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of this man.
“Anyone ever said you talk too much? I’m trying to concentrate here. Your thighs feel fantastic. Not as wonderful as your tight arse, but almost as welcoming. I’m close and from the feel of it so are you.”
Linc squeezed again.
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m going to…”
Hot liquid spurted between Linc’s legs, and he let his own orgasm explode, sending cum through their laced fingers and onto the bedding. David milked him until he had nothing left. He placed his hand on Linc’s chest once more and held it there as they both struggled to regain their breath, with David’s head resting on Linc’s back. The beeping of the alarm woke them out of their brief sex-induced slumber.
“I want to clean up and I can’t manage here,” David said. “I’m sticky, and I still have stuff on my chest from last night.” He picked at the flakes. “My shower at home is big enough for both of us and, you know, I need…”
Realisation dawned. Of course, David wouldn’t be able to use his shower because of his leg. Part of him didn’t want to go anywhere near water. He wanted to keep the aroma of sex about him for a while longer. Linc put his hand on David’s chest.
“It’s all right, you don’t need to explain. I know you can’t get your prosthesis wet.” He kissed him then shifted position to sit on the side of the bed and pull on his clothes. Once out from under the duvet and away from David’s hot body, the cold hit him, and he trembled.
“Bugger me, it’s chilly this morning. The problem of having no heating upstairs.”
David sat next to him. “You’re not wrong.” He reached for his foot and put it on. “Let’s get out of here, jump in my car and go to mine. We can have breakfast there. I’ll make pancakes.”
“With bacon and syrup?” Linc asked.
“Don’t have any.”
“I do,” Linc said. “I’ll bring some with me. I need to sort out clothes to pack if I’m going to meet your family, and we do smell.”
David leaned towards him and sniffed. “It’s good,” David said. “We smell good.”
Linc turned to face David. “Yeah, it is. It’s spectacular, but we can’t face your parents looking as if we shagged like there was no tomorrow.”
David stroked Linc’s cheek and kissed him. “Thank you. That may be the best twelve hours I’ve ever spent.”
“Even when I made you watch Dumbo and you cried?”
“You cried too.”
Linc raised his hand to cover David’s. His heart leapt into his throat. If it had leapt any higher, he could have handed it over to David tied up with a pink bow. Without warning, he stood, his bladder sending out a more important message. He switched on the bedside lamp and turned his head to glance again at the man sat on the bed.
“Better get moving, sleepyhead. Last one ready to go cooks breakfast.”
* * *
Sometime later, Linc sat next to David in the kitten room after their shower. “Can they hear me?” Linc asked.
“No, I’ve turned the sound off and the camera only shows the cage with the kittens. Mum isn’t out and about yet either, but she has access to the upper level to use the litter tray and eat. She seems calm enough for me to let her out, and she’s not afraid of being handled.”
David opened the cage, leaned in and Gwen headed straight for him, head bumping his nose. Linc waited out of view of the camera, sitting next to David as the mother cat walked straight into his lap and settled down.
“I think she likes you,” David said, laughing as Gwen proceeded to knead Linc’s stomach, sticking her little pin-like claws into his flesh. Linc scritched her head then stroked her back right to her tail. She purred contentedly while David picked up each of the kittens in turn and weighed them, noting the numbers on his tablet so the viewers would be able to see the gains.
“They’re doing well,” he said. “Mum knows her job, don’t you, Gwen? Once they have their eyes fully open and start moving around more, that’s when the fun begins. I can’t wait for them to be able to use the room. I’ll change the towel, then we can get breakfast now we’re clean.”
“Doesn’t the towel get stinky with the kittens peeing on it?”
“Mum sorts things to begin with. She licks their bottoms to stimulate them to go.”
Linc pulled a face then caught David’s expression. “Really? You’re going there?” he asked.
David picked up the biggest kitten. “It’s why they lift their back ends when you stroke them.”
No, Linc should not be getting hard thinking about David rimming his arse in these circumstances. David winked at him before returning Jack inside. The mother cat jumped from Linc’s lap back into the cage and the washing began again with each kitten getting a turn. David waved at the camera, secured the latch, then turned to Linc.
“Breakfast now, then you can help me with lunch. I hope you’re ready for everyone.”
Linc wasn’t sure he was anywhere near ready, but he swallowed his fear and followed David back downstairs to the kitchen.
“Done,” David said two hours later after putting the beef Wellington into the oven.
Linc gazed on in awe. “I had no idea you could actually make one of those from scratch. You even made pastry.”
David stared at the floor for a moment before lifting his head once more. “Slight confession. I took the pastry out of a packet while you weren’t looking. Not even TV cooks make their own puff-pastry. I have done in the past, but it’s such a pain putting in the layers of butter and folding over and over.”
Linc rose from his chair and closed the space between them. He wrapped his arms around David. “Thank God. You’re not perfect after all. I was beginning to worry, watching you making the mushroom mix and preparing the vegetables. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of Hasselback potatoes before. And you pickle your own cabbage.”
“And shallots,” David added. “I like cooking. Chris is useless, but Laura and I used to try different things. Originally, she planned to be a chef, but the hours are awful, so she makes stuff for the deli and outsources the rest.”
“I’m sorry I won’t be meeting her today. But it’s good she’s friendly with her ex-in-laws for her daughter’s sake.”
“They adore Lulu and were annoyed at their son’s behaviour. Bastard couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Now he’s off trying to find himself, apparently. Laura wishes he’d get lost forever. But you have met her before anyway, being a customer.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” He stepped back and threaded his fingers together, moving them to and fro. David placed a hand over his to stop him, his expression questioning.
“Sorry, I guess I’m nervous, especially about meeting your dad. He knows about me—about my problems. And your brother is a solicitor. And his wife is another teacher. I’m afraid I’ll seem like an illiterate idiot in their company.”
“Have you tried to improve your reading since you left school?”
Linc didn’t want to talk about this. Rachel had offered to help him, but he couldn’t get past his shame. “I get by. I can read some, but I need to concentrate. Passing the written part of my driving test was a bugger, but I did it. Writing is another problem. I have no idea of spelling or punctuation. It doesn’t make any sense to me. I can stare at a page, and…” His whole body tensed, and he dug his hands into his pockets. “Can we not talk about this? You said it didn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t, but I had to ask. I can’t imagine a life without books.”
Linc frowned. “I don’t live without books. You’ve been to my house. I’ve listened to hundreds of stories exactly like you tell them at the library. Listening to you, I know why those kids turn up. You have a great voice.”
David grinned at him. “Maybe I could read to you, naked, in bed.”
“Maybe you could. Have you read much gay romance?”
“Not really my thing,” David said.
“You, naked, reading sex scenes. I could think of a few books I’d love you to read.”
David kissed him and Linc melted into his arms, responding to the kiss and the feel of David’s hands on his back and arse. He ground his growing erection into David’s thigh and groaned as David sucked on his bottom lip.
“Find me some,” David whispered into his ear. “Maybe we could re-enact a few scenes.”
Linc shivered. “I listen to all sorts. It depends on what you’re into.”
“I guess we’ll have to try a few to find out.”
Linc thought about his favourites—the gay for you stories, the ones with a little mild BDSM—he wasn’t into the stronger stuff. He stepped back. “We’d better stop this now or I’m going to end up frotting against you here and coming in my pants.”
The doorbell sounded.
“Saved by the bell,” David said. “Are you ready to face the family?”
Linc adjusted his jeans and sat back at the table, hoping his cock would co-operate and calm down. Pixie appeared from nowhere and mewed for attention. He scratched the cat’s ears. The bell rang again, and David hurried to answer.
Should he stand? Linc shifted back the chair and turned to face the door, nervously running his fingers through his hair, and brushing non-existent dust or threads from his jeans. He put his hand into his pocket then took it out again and stood straight, waiting to see who would come in first. It was David.
“Everyone is in the living room. Are you ready for this?”
“I thought they’d come in here. Now I’ve got to go into a room where everyone will be watching me.” He wiped his hands on the denim.
“You perform on stage. This is only my family. They don’t bite. And you already know my dad.”
“I liked him. He was decent to me and never made fun of me or tried to make me feel small like others did.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why? It’s not your fault there are bastards out there.” He dropped onto a chair.
David took out another chair and sat opposite him. “I thought you were all right with meeting them. Christ, you’re actually shaking.”
“I’ve never met anyone’s parents before,” Linc admitted.
“Not even the bloke you lived with? I thought you two were an item for a while.”
“We were, but his parents live in Cornwall, and we didn’t get around to it. What if they don’t like me?”
“And this is the guy who owns an I’d bottom so hard for you T-shirt. You really are a great actor.”
Linc stared at his knees until David placed a hand either side of his face and lifted it up. “They will love you. You are a good person, Linc Woodhouse. When I talked to everyone on Christmas Eve, they warned me not to treat you badly, or do anything to hurt you on pain of death. I want you to meet the people most important to me. Other than my boyfriend from university, they’ve never met anyone I’ve slept with—not that those reach substantial numbers.”
Linc managed a smile. “Sorry, but there are three teachers in the room. It’s rather intimidating.”
David took his hand and hauled him up into a hug. “Teachers are human too. My mum has no sense of direction and regularly gets lost in department stores. My dad once changed a light bulb and fused the whole house. He hasn’t done any DIY since. Rosie only needs to look at a plant and it dies. And unlike you, my brother Chris had to take his driving test five times. Everyone has their weak spots.”
“What about you? You seem to be able to do everything?”
David stared at him—really stared as if he couldn’t quite get Linc’s words to compute in his head. Had he said something outrageous? He didn’t think he had. From where he stood David was well near perfect.
“Me?” David shook his head and lifted his foot. “Well, other than the bleeding obvious, I can’t draw at all. You’ve no idea how much it frustrates me. I love design. I’ve tried painting and I don’t get perspective. I’m a rubbish dancer as you know. There’re other things I’m sure that lot in there would be more than happy to share with you.”
This time Linc shook his head. “You’re having me on. I loved art. It was one of the subjects I could do.”
“See. I told you we all have our strengths. Now stop being such a wuss and come and meet my family before they think you’ve run away in panic.”
David grasped Linc’s shaking hand and led him out of the kitchen through to the living room.