Page 74 of The Fly-Half

“How’re you feeling?” Jonny asked as he stuck his head around the door and smiled at me.

I paused my game ofStardew Valleyand put the controller on my lap as I turned to look at him. “Bored out of my fucking skull. Can I please go back to training?”

“Not me you’ve got to ask, doll.”

“Can you ask Clive tomorrow? Please. I’m so fucking bored.” I knew I was whining like a petulant brat, but two weeks of being stuck inside was starting to get to me. Yes, I could have gone for a walk but it’d done nothing but piss it down for the past four days, and I was sick of it being cold and wet.

“No, but you can message him or Tommy. See if you can come to the gym,” Jonny said, sitting down on the sofa next to me and leaning over to kiss the side of my head. It was the first time he hadn’t shut me down and I sat bolt upright, eyes wide as excitement rose in my chest.

“Do you think they’ll let me?”

“I have no idea,” he said. “But it’s worth asking.”

I grinned. “Do you genuinely think I’ll be okay or are you just sick of me nagging you?”

He chuckled and pulled me against him. “Why would you think that? You’ve been utterly delightful and not a raging menace at all.”

“You know, there is one way to tire me out,” I said with a smirk, sliding my hand up his thigh and dipping my fingers between his legs, letting them casually graze over his crotch.

“Careful,” he said quietly, his hand on the back of my neck. “You shouldn’t push your luck.”

“How am I pushing my luck?” I asked as I fluttered my eyelashes. I could almost taste the tension in the air between us. Two weeks of me bratting around had been enough to push Jonny to breaking point, and I was desperate to see what he’d do to me. Being bored and horny was a terrible, wonderful combination.

His eyes glittered hungrily as he pulled me closer, holding me barely an inch away from him. “All your teasing and whining. It’s not a good look, angel. I know you’re bored but you need to behave.”

“Or what?”

“Or I won’t fuck you tonight.”

I gasped, a low moan pouring from my throat as I threw myself into his arms and tried to kiss him. “You wouldn’t make me wait any longer. I’m so fucking desperate.”

“I know,” he said, brushing his lips against mine. “And that’s why I’m going to spoil you. But only if you behave.”

“I’ll be perfect.”

“Good.” He kissed me again, deeper this time. “Are you ready for D&D tonight?”

“I think so.” I settled myself in Jonny’s lap, trying not to show how nervous I was. Ryan had helped me build a character—a wood elf ranger from the fey realms—and had run a couple of solo sessions for me while the others were at training so I could get a feel for the game, but I was still anxious about joining the group. Despite Jonny’s repeated reassurances that everyone wanted me there—something Mason and Ryan had both reiterated—I was still worried about intruding. “Are you sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to take over something that’s yours.”

“I’m sure,” he said, letting go of my neck to rest his hands on my thighs. “And you won’t take over, I promise. I’m so excited for you to be there.” He smiled and squeezed my legs. “I’ve spent so many years without you, Dev, all I want is to spend as much time as possible with you. I’ll never think it’s too much and I’ll never get bored of having you around.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He leant forward and kissed me. “In fact, you’ll have to tell me if I’m smothering you. Because if I had my way, I’d be with you every second of every day. But that’s probably not healthy.”

I chuckled. “Maybe not, but if it works for us…”

“Exactly.” His next kiss was deep and leisurely, his tongue pushing into my mouth. It made me melt into him, my hips grinding in little circles as I sought out more.

“Oi!” Mason’s voice was sharp and disgruntled as something soft smacked my arm, and I glanced down to see one of the cushions from the armchair sitting next to me. “What have I told you two about making out on the sofa?”

“Only do it when we’re home alone?” I said, shooting him my most charming smile. “And don’t tell you about it. Oh, and also wash the cushion covers if we get cum or lube on it.”

“Thank you,” Mason said with exasperation. He was still smiling, though. “Dinner’s nearly ready by the way.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Also, I have a question… is there a reason both the sofa cushions got washed on Sunday night? Because I’m pretty sure they were clean before Jonny and I went to bed.”

Mason’s face tinted and he grabbed another cushion off the sofa to throw at me before he stalked off to the kitchen, muttering under his breath.

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