Page 55 of Fool Me Twice
“Hope it’s something like what you’re doing to me,” Si told him fervently.
“I never...”Zig stopped, his face contorted.“Never thought I could have this again.I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
Si couldn’t stand the look on his face, so he kissed him again, hard.“You can have anything you want.Anytime.”
Zig half sobbed a laugh.“Sure about that?I might have got into some kinky shit while we were apart.”
“Eh.I’m open-minded.”Si gave him a gentle and hopefully reassuring smile.“Come to bed and we can talk about safewords and stuff.”Then he hesitated.“Uh, that is, if we’re heading to the bedroom?Cos we can totally stay on the sofa if you’d rather...”
Zig’s laugh sounded happier this time.“Bedroom.Unless you don’t wanna?Cos honestly, you’re a big bastard these days.If we start on the sofa, I guarantee we’re gonna land on the floor sooner rather than later.”
Si beamed.“Well, what are you waiting for, then?”He pulled Zig into the bedroom, and somehow they ended up on the bed, fully clothed.Boots and all.“Is it a leather fetish you’ve got into?”Si managed to ask.“If you give me a mo, I can get me biking gear—”
Zig silenced him with a kiss, one hand tangled in his hair.“No fetishes,” he said shakily when they paused to draw breath.“All I want is right here.Although it’s got way too many clothes on,” he added, and now the old glint was back in his blue eye.
“Could say the same for you,” Si countered.Then he sat up and pulled off his shirt.
“Fuck me,” Zig breathed, staring at his chest.
Si looked down a bit self-consciously.“Hope you don’t mind a bit of hair.Never could see the point of waxing and that.”
“You’re perfect.”Zig buried his face in the fur between Si’s pecs, which did all sorts of things to Si’s heart rate.Then he looked up and grinned.“Can floss me teeth while I’m here.”
Si laughed.“Come on then.Show us what you got.”
Zig gave an awkward little half shrug.“Hasn’t changed much since the last time you saw it.”
He peeled off his work shirt, and Si drank in the sight.He was still slender but not as waifish as he’d been as a teenager.The planes of him were harder but still with a hint of vulnerability.Si raised a hand and gently stroked the bared skin.“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
Zig’s brown eye was almost black.“I’d do anything for you, you know that?”
It made Si’s heart hurt, and his voice was hoarse when he said, “You ain’t gotta do nothing.”
“No?”Zig’s voice was a whisper.“Cos I want to do everything with you.”
And then Si could hardly keep track of what was going on, how they got their kit off and who was on top of who, cos his heart was the size of a harvest moon and all his thinking was going on below the belt, not that he was wearing one no more.
They kissed, and touched, and neither of them had the patience for anything fancy.When Si gripped their dicks in one hand, fireworks going off in every nerve, Zig let out a strangled moan.It wasn’t long before they were both crying out and spilling all over each other, their come mingling together, never to be separated.
Si was panting like he’d run a bloody marathon as he drew Zig close, not giving a damn that they’d end up stuck to each other.“So bloody glad you came back,” he whispered into blue-tinted hair.“No buggering off now, all right?”
“You got it,” Zig whispered back, and there wasn’t a trace of a lie in his voice.
Finally, Si could trust him.
The next week passed like a dream.Si was working days, of course, but Zig found ways to occupy himself.He picked up a few extra shifts at the Prince of Wales, as one of the barmaids was off sick, and spent some time in the library or wandering around town.There was some wicked street art around.
Evenings—when Zig wasn’t working—were spent together in the flat, watching oldDoctor Whoepisodes, playing two-player games, or getting frisky on the sofa.Zig had never been much for cosy evenings in, before.Turned out he simply hadn’t had the right bloke to share them with.Who needed to go out when being with Si was enough?More than enough.
More than he deserved.Si had even cut Zig a key to the flat.He’d presented it to him Monday night, on a keychain with a Tardis fob.Zig had felt like he’d won the bloody lottery.
Things weren’t totally perfect.One of the nights Zig was working, Si had gone round to his mum and dad’s, and Zig had been shitting bricks all night that he’d come home and find out Si’s mum had convinced him to break up.In the end, though, Si had said, “I told ’em we’re together.It could’ve gone worse.”Then he’d smiled and kissed him.
Zig could tell Si was worried about his friendship with Adam, who hadn’t yet made that call he’d promised.Still, it was early days.Zig also knew he needed to increase his hours at the pub or get another job, despite Si insisting it didn’t matter that he wasn’t bringing in much money.He wanted to pay his way.So, he kept an eye on job adverts, but this time of year, it was all short-term gigs in shops and restaurants over the holiday season.And a lot of it was evening work.Call him selfish, but he wasn’t prepared to sacrifice his time with Si for a few quid more in his pocket.He’d only just got him.
London, Dad, and Trent seemed a world away.
During one of his jaunts around town, Zig saw a poster for an upcoming Yuletide Fayre at the weekend.Si wasn’t working—he had to do some Saturdays, but Sundays were always free as the locksmith’s shop was closed—and so, after a morning spent in bed, they headed into town.
