Page 34 of The Lost Art of Woodworking and Taking Risks
Chamis hadn’t quite realized, somehow, just how many of his carvings he’d given to Bennan, just how many he’d carvedforBennan, though now he thought about it, there had been more and more of them in Bennan’s old rooms. Now they’d combined back together, and it was kind of a lot, but Bennan looked anything but displeased.
“I love them. I love you. I love that we’re together and that you wanted to do this. It’s the best surprise in the world. Thank you so much, Chamis.”
Chamis kissed him, so glad this had gone well, that he hadn’t written and canceled everything.
Especially when Bennan looked up at him and said, “We should see if the bed works, shouldn’t we?”
Oh, yes, they should definitely do that.
Bennan was grinning as they entered the bedroom. “I like this already. We don’t have to figure out who’s going to whose room or what bedto use. We’re both always coming here. Less time on decisions, more time for cuddling and sex.”
Chamis smiled. He could definitely get behind that.
They both stripped out of their clothes, and as they shed the travel-stained garments, it was a reminder they could definitely do with getting clean.
And then Bennan laughed happily. “Private water closet! Come on!”
Chamis definitely felt spoiled. There wasn’t even just a toilet and sink—a bathtub took up nearly half the space from wall to wall and was a distinct luxury.
It turned out to be something close to a disaster getting two people their size into one bathtub that size, but there was a lot of laughing, only a few knocked elbows, and the spilled water could be mopped up. They managed to scrub themselves clean of dirt and the smell of horse, which was very much appreciated after days of travel.
Then they dried one another off, which involved a lot of not entirely necessary touching before they tumbled into bed together.
“Our bed,” Bennan said, clearly delighted as he spread out across its larger width and length. “For both of us.”
Chamis smiled, because he’d just been thinking the same thing. “And what would you like to do in our bed?”
Bennan’s smile was wicked. “So many things.”
Yeah, all right, that had been a stupid question to ask. He tried again. “What would you like to start with?”
After considering for a moment, Bennan rolled onto his front and then climbed to his hands and knees, wiggling his ass.
“Take me. If my ass is sore, I’d rather it be because of your big cock than because of days of riding.”
Chamis couldn’t help but laugh—and then go brilliantly red when he discovered their bottle of oil was right in the cabinet by the bed where he’d expected it, only that meantsomeone had moved it for thembecause this was a new cabinet to go with the new, larger bed.
He hadn’t considered that at all.
With that excellent ability to know what Chamis was thinking, Bennan sat up, shuffled over on his knees, plucked the oil out of Chamis’s hand, and kissed him soundly.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. The staff is professional, and they would never be surprised to find something like this. Be glad I haven’t asked you to make me a wooden dildo yet.”
Chamis’s brain stopped working for a long moment before he managed to splutter, “What?”
Bennan winked at him. “It occurred to me that you’re good at carving and making beautifully smooth and oiled objects…”
“It’s beeswax,” Chamis said blankly.
Bennan laughed. “Beeswax-covered objects. I thought it might be fun to have even more to play with.”
“Oh,” Chamis said, still feeling a little dazed.
Bennan’s amusement fell away. “Only if you want! I’m totally happy with what we’re doing right now! I didn’t mean to imply—”
His boyfriend’s worry cut through Chamis’s shock like nothing else could, and he leaned in tokiss him.
When he drew back, Chamis clarified, “I got really distracted thinking about it.” He knew his face was red again, but Bennan never seemed to mind his easy blushes. He cleared his throat. “It’s intriguing.”
