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“I’ll text you Henley’s address. Thanks, Dad.”
“You’re welcome, son. It will be nice to meet him finally.”
They said their goodbyes, and Isaac blew out a breath. If he counted correctly, and everyone he’d called was able to come, there should be approximately thirty people helping. He wasn’t joking when he said he wanted it done quickly. He didn’t want Henley to have the chance to change his mind, although if he did, Isaac wouldn’t argue; he would ensure everything was returned to where Henley wanted it and back away slowly.
Isaac also wanted it done quickly so they would have more time together. It wasn’t often their weekends were this empty, which, although it was a shame they had chosen to do it this weekend, it was the best weekend to do it.
Soon, he would have Henley to come home to or to have Henley come home to him. He couldn’t wait to take care of his boy, twenty-four-seven.
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Chapter 15
Henley
Looking around the apartment—his home—Henley saw a mess, not to put too fine a point on it. Boxes were everywhere, the dining table couldn’t be seen from the amount of stuff that was on it, and there were paths created between boxes so they could get from one area to the other. Despite that, though, Henley beamed.
He had decided to leave a lot of the furniture at the house, apart from the things he didn’t want damaged. They were safely ensconced in the spare room at Isaac’s apartment. The rest of the furniture would stay at the house so he could rent it out as part-furnished, gaining a higher income, at least in theory.
When Isaac and he had pulled up outside his house that morning, Henley had been overwhelmed with how busy it was. He’d never seen so many cars and people milling around. But they had all been fantastic, and the place had been cleared in next to no time. As a thank you, Henley ordered a variety of food from different places, so everyone had a choice of something for lunch. Becca had also baked up a storm with cookies and biscuits to tend to those with a sweet tooth.
As the afternoon had drawn on, Henley had watched their families interact with each other and their friends, and he was reminded of his idea of mixing the work nights. He’d spoken to Anne about it, and she’d been up for it. She said she’d bring her sons, too, which made Henley laugh. Her two sons had their eye on his twin sisters if he wasn’t mistaken. Good luck to them.
Henley sighed as arms drew around his waist and pulled him closer to a warm, solid body.
“Having second thoughts?”
“No! Not at all. I was thinking about how everyone helped today. They were amazing.”
“That they were.” Isaac nuzzled his nose against Henley’s neck, and Henley tilted his head to the side. “You smell delicious.”
Henley laughed. “I’m sure sweat smells divine,” he deadpanned.
“On you, it does.” Isaac licked a strip up the column of Henley’s neck, enclosing his earlobe in his lips and tugging. “You’re mine, now, sweet boy,” he whispered.
“Yours. Always and forever.”
“I like the sound of that,” Isaac growled, the sound sending tingles down Henley’s spine and tenting his shorts.
Henley smoothed his hands along Isaac’s forearms, which were still banded around him, protecting him, loving him. “I love you, Isaac.” It was the first time he’d said it, but he knew it was true weeks ago.
Isaac stilled and rested his chin against Henley’s shoulder. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
As soon as the words were spoken, Isaac spun him around and devoured him. One hand cupped his jaw, the other his ass, pulling him as close as possible, rocking their hips together.
Henley slid his hands to the hem of Isaac’s t-shirt and underneath, pushing it up his body as his hands rose. When it was bunched under Isaac’s armpits, Henley pulled away to yank it over his head before rejoining their mouths. Henley did the same with his own, causing Isaac to growl when he lifted his head once more. With a grin, Henley dived back in, wanting to give Isaac everything he could.
The sensation of their chests rubbing against each other, Isaac’s light dusting of hair abrading Henley’s skin deliciously, had Henley swaying so he could feel it more.
Isaac’s hand found Henley’s waistband and tugged the trousers off his hips. He kicked them free and found himself being walked backwards. Henley held on tight, knowing that, although there were boxes everywhere, Isaac would keep him safe from injury. When his ass rested against the sofa, he linked his hands at the back of Isaac’s neck and concentrated on their kiss. Isaac’s lips were perfection, giving and taking in equal measure. His tongue explored every part of Henley’s mouth, leaving no area untouched.
As he became lightheaded, Henley lifted his head to break the seal, and Isaac kissed down his neck. Henley’s cock was rock hard, as was Isaac’s, so he reached for Isaac’s trousers, attempting to remove them, but Isaac pushed his hands away and turned him to face the sofa.
Isaac pressed his covered cock into the valley between Henley’s ass cheeks and held him upright and still. As much as Henley wanted to thrust against the sofa, Isaac held him tight.
“You’re mine, Henley.”
“Yours,” Henley breathed.
