Page 152 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Right now?”
“Yep. What you really, really want.” Jonty pressed his head into the crook of Devan’s neck.
“Why don’t you tell me what you really, really want, Sexy Spice?”
Jonty’s chuckle reassured him. “I asked you first and I’m not talking about me sitting on your cock in the next five minutes. That’s definitely happening.” Jonty slid lube and a condom onto the table from his pocket.
Devan moaned. His cock had perked up the moment he saw Jonty and was currently wedged against Jonty’s erection.
“The quicker you answer, the faster you get one small bit of you very warm,” Jonty said.
“Small?”
“Well, it’s not the size of your leg, is it? Or your arm. In comparison, it’s small.”
“Fine, it’s small. I’m not going to waste time arguing.”
“So I can tell people you have a small dick?”
Devan laughed. “No.”
“But you said it was small.”
“Jonty! Shut up.”
“You’re tired of my mouth already?”
“You know I’m not. But you asked me a question, then went off on one of your tangents.”
“You don’t have a small dick, in case you were worrying.”
Devan laughed.
“I can tell everyone that, so really don’t worry about it.”
“Oh God. Right. What I really, really want. There are various options. One is that you go back to work at McAllister’s until it closes down and I come up to see you or you come down to see me when you have time off. I can work from up here for short periods of time. I’d buy us a house to live in or rent one.”
“Apart from the not-minor issue that I’d be Mr Unpopular at the hotel since I’m shacked up with the guy who’s going to take away everyone’s job, I work nights and most weekends. What’s the point of you being up here if I’m not with you at night? I don’t want you sharing your bed with anyone else. Though Icouldbuy you a teddy. Or a blow-up doll? I looked them up on Amazon. There’s a cheap one, but it doesn’t have balls. And you do like balls. Maybe you were a dog in a previous life.”
“Jonty?”
“Yes?”
“Shush. Another option is that when our month is up here, you come back to London with me and gain work experience in some of our hotels, then we’d return to Northumberland, be around as the hotel is renovated, and when it reopens, work in it for six months.”
“What if the manager doesn’t like me?”
“He already does.”
“Your boss hasn’t agreed.”
So Jontyhadoverheard. “Little pigs have big ears.”
“But aren’t they the cutest ears you’ve ever seen?”
Devan nipped the nearest one and got a mouthful of piercing.
“Ouch.” Jonty winced.
