Page 23 of Rocking Cedarwood

Chapter Seven

Michael regretted having to head out in the morning, but he had to get some practice time in with the band. Tonight, he’d make a night to remember with Niall. He couldn’t divulge his secret just yet. He didn’t want everyone to know about his other life. Jesus. A teacher who rocked out over the summer… No one would understand. He held on to the hope that Niall would, despite Michael’s gut feeling he wouldn’t. He should’ve known he’d have to clue Niall in to his dual life.

Michael kissed Niall once more. He wanted to take things slow and spend quality time with Niall, but his heart wanted to move faster. He didn’t have much time before he’d have to go out on tour.

“What?” Niall’s eyes widened. “The Italian dressing was too pungent?”

“No.” He trailed his fingers over Niall’s mouth. “This is so perfect.”

“Me? Or my house?”

The fact that Niall had to ask those questions bothered Michael. The boyfriend he’d had before had really done a number on Niall. Like he’d be much better?

Up close, he noticed the amber flecks in Niall’s brown eyes and his thick lashes. The man possessed a special kind of innocence.

“You wanted a tour.” Niall grasped Michael’s hand. “The basement’s a boring basement. There’s nothing down there. But in here is the dining room.” He led Michael into a bare room. “I don’t have a big table or anything. I did get the walls painted and installed hardwood floors.”

Michael hugged on Niall from behind. The room was beautiful—empty, but beautiful.

“I want to put a nice chandelier in here. The original one was broken.” Niall rested his head on Michael’s shoulder. “I put the Christmas tree in here.”

“I’m sure it’s stunning.” Michael allowed Niall to walk him into the next room. “The living room,” Michael murmured.

“Technically it’s the parlor.” Niall chuckled. “One of these days, I want to go antiquing and find the right couch and love seat for in here.” He glanced over at Michael. “I doubt you’re into antiquing.”

“I could be convinced.” The lack of furniture prevented his going down on Niall. “I like the navy blue in here and the curved windows. Are you going to put a window seat in?”

“Eventually. I’ve got a friend who can make the cushions. I need to ask her.” He grasped Michael’s hands. “Want to see upstairs?”

“I do.” He followed Niall up the grand staircase and marveled at the beautiful dark wood of each plank. “You redid these too, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh. Eventually I’m putting a carpet runner down the middle.” Niall tugged him into the first room at the top of the stairs. “The other three bedrooms are bare, but this one is mine.”

Michael stopped short. Where the rest of the house had been lightly furnished or not furnished at all, this room had been finished. A gigantic simple bed hulked at one end of the room. The curved windows from the first floor had been added to the second floor along with the window seat Michael liked. He appreciated the clean lines and simplicity of the room.

“I’ve even got a master bath.” Niall nodded to the far side of the room. “I knocked out one of the bedrooms and had a bathroom added. I’m not going downstairs to pee or shower.”

Michael guided Niall to the rectangular ottoman at the foot of the bed. He couldn’t wait. He eased Niall onto the plush gray upholstery then sank to his knees.

“Don’t you want lube or rubbers?” Niall asked.

“Not yet.” He opened the front of Niall’s pants and eased his lover’s cock free from the denim and cotton fabric. He wasn’t about to wait for something he didn’t need—yet. He glanced up into Niall’s eyes then engulfed Niall’s cock in his mouth.

Michael groaned around Niall’s dick. He wasn’t one for bottoming or giving head. Usually he took what he wanted, but Niall was special. He hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Niall’s jeans.

“I like that.” Niall lifted his hips long enough to ease the pants and underwear down his legs. The clothing balled up around his knees. He threaded his fingers into Michael’s hair and set the pace.

Michael embraced the freedom in giving himself over to Niall. He bobbed his head, taking Niall to the back of his throat then pulling almost all the way out. At the same time, he smoothed his hands over Niall’s chest. He flicked Niall’s nipples, eliciting groans from Niall’s throat.

“Jesus.” Niall tugged harder on Michael’s hair. He undulated his torso, sending his cock deeper into Michael’s mouth. “You’re good at this.”

Michael withdrew and licked along Niall’s shaft. “I’d better be.” Although he hadn’t had tons of practice, he’d had enough to know what to do. He raked his teeth over the length of Niall’s erection then sucked one of Niall’s balls into his mouth. When he glanced up at Niall’s face, he bit back a chuckle. The man was so sexy in the throes of oral sex.

Niall gritted his teeth and his brow furrowed. He’d closed his eyes and a fine sheen of perspiration slicked on his chest. His nipples beaded. He panted.

Michael stroked Niall while he lapped at the blunt head of Niall’s cock. Salty precum spilled onto his tongue. The man tasted as good as he looked. He licked Niall clean then sucked him deep again. Niall trembled and gripped the edge of the ottoman. When he panted, his chest caved and defined the muscles in his abdomen.

“I’m…fuck.” Niall balled his fists. “Fuck.”

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