Page 105 of Cream & Sugar
“So what’s the dream, Freddie? Headlining Glastonbury?”
“Ha!” He scratches the back of his neck. “Well yeah, obviously I wouldn’t say no, but I’d be happy with just getting my music out there. In a band, on my own, who knows. Anywhere people will listen, I’ll play.”
“I think you can aim higher,” I say, impressed by his humility. “I’m sure before long you’ll have people flocking to hear you sing.”
“You haven’t heard me live yet. I might be trash!”
I smile. “I doubt that. Anna and Ethan have already given you glowing reviews.”
Freddie chuckles. “Well, I’d better not disappoint.”
“You could never,” I say, catching a bead of condensation running down my glass with a finger and pressing the cool liquid to my lips.
Under the table, our feet touch. Rather than moving his away, Freddie rests his leg against mine, the firm muscle of his calf brushing my own. Placing his elbows on the table, he makes a bridgewith his fingers and rests his chin on it, drawing me in with a soft gaze.
“You scrub up well, Freddie,” I say, enjoying the sensation of his leg rubbing gently against mine.
“Likewise. You look sexy in a suit!” Freddie lowers his voice and murmurs, “Though I can’t wait to rip it off you later.”
I inhale a mouthful of elderflower fizz and erupt into a very un-sexy coughing fit. Freddie, of course, finds it hilarious.
“Wow,” he drawls, once I’ve almost recovered. “If that’s enough to get you flustered, I can’t wait to see what happens later on.”
Excitement ripples through me. We haven’t been properly intimate for days. I try to play it cool.
“Nothing to do with you. I have a tickle in my throat.”
“Oh really? No more kissing for you then.” Freddie takes his leg away and I’m ashamed by how much I miss it. “Guess I’ll have to get creative.”
“Creative how?”
Freddie’s foot, unshod, lands softly on my crotch.
“Ah!”I gasp.
“Oh, I dunno…” His words are smooth like warm butter. “Do you have any ideas?”
Before I can answer, he starts to fondle me with his toes, massaging my cock with a gentle, steady rhythm. Alarmed, I glance around to check no one’s looking, but our corner of the restaurant is dark and everyone nearby is fixated on their own plates.
Sweet vibrations start to build as Freddie expertly teases my shaft. Through my trousers, his touch is feather light, tickling every nerve and sending paralysing waves of pleasure through my whole body. I grab the edge of the table from underneath and hold on for dear life.
“Are you alright?” Freddie asks, feigning innocence. “You look a little flustered.”
“Freddie!” I hiss under my breath as the pleasure becomes electric.
He cocks his head. “Yes, Shaun?” A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He has to feel how hard he’s making me. The boy knows exactly what he’s doing. “So tell me, did you buy the toy I recommended?”
I suppress a moan, thinking about the sleek metal vibrator in my bedside table. “Yes.”
Freddie’s smile widens. “And you’ve tried it out?”
I nod, breathing deeply.
“Good boy.” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “Did it feel good?”
He moves his foot in soft little circles and I melt into my chair. Swallowing hard, I say, “It felt fantastic.”
Freddie’s eyes flare. “Good. So, do you think you’re ready for the real thing?”
