Page 20 of Asking For a Friend

“Let me help.”

He hands me a knife and the pack of Jersey Royal new potatoes. I was right about my first impression of him using this kitchen. Hesketh is comfortable and competent as he prepares the other ingredients. I’m okay with following a recipe and can feed myself well, but he’s doing this without any reference. And it’s sexy as fuck. Once everything is cooking and we’ve washed our hands, I lean back on the worktop and motion for him to come to me. I part my legs, and he stands between them, bringing our bodies so close they touch. “Kiss me.”

“Anytime you want.” He presses his lips to mine, and a groan escapes me.

Twenty minutes later, I’m groaning for a different reason. The food is amazing, perfectly cooked and exactly what I need to get my stomach to behave. “That was so good, Hesketh. It’s a good job we agreed to get to know each other first. Otherwise, I could be giving in just so you keep feeding me great food.”

“And before we’ve got naked too, or you’d be using my expertise in bed as a reason too.” He’s laughing, though, and I don’t take his boasting too seriously. Not that I have any doubt we’ll be good together. Our kisses are off the charts.

“Confident much.” I finish my second glass of wine while he does the same.

“No, not one bit. Extremely nervous if you really want to know.” He walks to the fridge, takes the wine bottle out, and brings it back to the table.

“Hesketh, nothing has to happen. It’s not like I’ve got here lubed up and a butt plug stretching me.”

The wine bottle slips a little in his hand, and wine sloshes over the edge of the glass as he whips up his head. His eyes are wide like saucers, maybe even dinner plates, but they’re also darkening. “You’ve done what now?”

“I said it’s not like I’ve done that.” I’m trying hard not to crack up. “You seem to like the idea, though. Noted.”

“When does anyone ever actually do something like that? How do you know these things?”

“Hesketh, I write gay books. I have an incredibly vivid and active imagination. Plus, it sounds like a fun thing to do.” I take a sip of my wine as he digests my words.

“Now I’m the one who doesn’t know what to do around you, and my worry over my performance has rocketed out of the stratosphere.” He picks up his glass and glugs half of it.

“Can we go into the living room?” We need to get off the topic of sex and back to more generic subjects.

Hesketh nods and gathers up the plates and cutlery and puts them in the dishwasher. “I’ll do the rest later.” He gestures at the worktop. He sure can cook but leaves a jumble of vegetable peels and dirty knives and dishes in his wake.

“No, we should do it now. It’ll only take a couple of minutes, and I hate the thought of it still being messy.”

When we settle on the sofa, Hesketh lets out a long breath. “Now this takes me back.” He rests back with his thighs spread. The invitation to repeat our last date and to climb on board is obvious, and who am I to turn that down?

I swing my leg over his thighs and settle my arse down, but I can’t help adding a little wiggle and rubbing my junk against his. “This seems we’ve been here before.” I bend down and kiss him again. He slides his hands under my shirt over my already heated and sensitive skin.

His hands feel so good, familiar, as if we’ve done this a thousand times. I moan into his mouth as he tries to slip his fingers into the back of my jeans. I reach down and undo the button, giving him more access. He doesn’t hesitate and moves his hand smoothly past the elastic waistband of my jock and over my bare cheeks.

He pulls back, his eyes glazed. “Everything about you surprises me. You are so fucking sexy.”

“I’m nothing compared to you.”

“You’re so wrong.” He pecks my lips. “Stay with me. Let me prove how wrong you are.”

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this. Time I should’ve been working or sleeping. In fact, it’s been on my mind since I accepted his invitation. I want to be here with him, and god, I want his dick in my arse. I want to be filled with him, to feel the stretch and the delicious burn as he slides into me. But I also want to be sure I’m not bringing all my baggage with me. If I can control that and leave it all at the bedroom door, then yes, I want to stay.

We’ve been dating for over a month now. Yes, I’ve admitted the lunches we shared are dates. It’s well past time we take the next step.

“Please. I want to.” My voice doesn’t waver, and the words come out strong. “I’ve got a bag in my car. I didn’t want to assume you’d ask, but I hoped you would.”

“Thank you.” He looks so sincere, not like he’s simply pleased he’s getting his end away. “Do you want to go and get your bag now? I’m not sure how much longer I can keep your clothes on your body.” He squeezes my arse again. My hips pulse forward on their own accord, nudging our cocks together. My dick is going to have zip marks imprinted on it.

“Umm, yeah. That’s probably a good idea.”

I expect him to pull his hands free, but instead, he dips a finger into my crack and slips it farther down. “You need to stop doing that, or we’re getting naked right now.”

With a wicked grin, he slowly slides his finger up and out of my jeans, scrapes his nails over my cheeks, and pulls out. I shudder and close my eyes. “Go and get your bag,” he whispers in my ear, his voice husky.

I pry my heavy eyelids open and look at Hesketh. His eyes are pitch-black and hooded. He’s as turned on as I am.

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