Page 40 of Baking Battles

There it is again. The little laughter. The smile that makes Mattias melt into nothing.

“I had met you. I just didn’t know.”

“Do you believe in fate?” Christopher is still smiling, his hands moving gently down over Mattias’s bare shoulders. Gripping his biceps and stroking down his body until they land on his thighs.

“Maybe?” Mattias questions, and reaches out to pick up his cup. Because he needs to do something with his hands. Anything. Hot warm liquid running down his throat as Christopher makes himself comfortable on the bed, his legs wrapping around Mattias’s body, leaving him sitting like a child between Christopher’s legs. It’s ridiculous. But equally just what Mattias needs. Comfort. Closeness. Being practically caged in, so he can’t lose his nerve and run away.

“I don’t. But I know I am the guilty party here. I have pretty much stalked you since the day I met you. Forced Danijel to update me on what you were doing. Alima just laughs in my face every time I mention your name. I’ve waited and waited and waited and now… I still can’t believe that you are really here. That I might get to be with you. Because I want to. I want to be with you so much.”

“I’m here. I’m right here Christopher.”

Mattias drains the last of his cup, and puts it on the bedside table, reaching out to grab Christopher’s half-drunk cup out of his hands, before placing it carefully down next to the other cup.

“What do you want then? What can you see happening here, Christopher?”

Mattias’s hands are back in Christopher’s hair. Tangling absentmindedly in the short strands falling gently around his neck.

“I’m going to tell you something.” He responds, speaking slowly, almost tasting the words in his mouth before carefully letting them out. He leans in to place another little kiss on Mattias’s lips. Just a small gentle nudge that sends shivers down Mattias’s spine.

“This bed, right here, is now our kingdom.”

“A kingdom?” Mattias is smiling again. The man is totally weird. Adorable.

“It’s a new bed, right? No one else but you and I have ever slept here?”

“No one else. Just Emi.”

“Princess Emi.”

“Princess Emi of the bed kingdom.” Mattias is smiling so hard that he thinks his cheeks might crack.

“Don’t take the piss.” Christopher laughs. “Anyway, this bed is now our kingdom, where you and I are kings. And whatever happens in this bed, stays in this bed. It is also a kingdom of safety and love. Whenever we are here, like this, together, we can ask for anything and be totally honest about what we want and what we don’t want. There are no arguments allowed. We can scream and shout all we like outside, but once in bed it stops. This is where we love each other. “

“Yeah?” Mattias’s mouth barely works.

“But please don’t shout at me. I hate when you shout at me.”

“I’m just a shouty person, I think. It’s just, I’ll try not to. I don’t mean to shout at you.”

“Thank you.”

Andthereare those kisses again. The mouth on Mattias’s that makes his toes curl up and his hips try to roll, even though he is sitting down and is nowhere near anywhere to give his groin a bit of friction. Which is ridiculous. Christopher is talking about a load of airy-fairy stuff and Mattias is getting a hard-on.

“So… in this kingdom. I’m a king. And I can demand things?”

“You can have whatever you want.” Christopher doesn’t realise what he is promising, because Mattiaswantsthings. Several things. He could write Christopher a list. A long, pretty-detailed one.

“I want you to make me come. And I want to make you come. I don’t know if I am any good at it…”

“Shush.” Christopher’s hand is on top of Mattias’s mouth. His fingers stroking his lips. Which makes Mattias’s cock twitch again.

“You don’t ever put yourself down. Ever. That shit stops now. You are amazing. You are the most beautiful human I have ever seen. You are mine. I want you to be mine. Please be mine. I don’t care if you never touch me, and if I never get to touch you ever again, you will still be mine and I will always think that you are the sexiest man in the world.”

“Then please, Christopher…”

“I won’t fuck you.”

“Please. Please just…”

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