Page 86 of A Long Way Back
“We’ll both catch fire.”
Tay’s hands were on his hips, fingers pressing into his flesh—though not into his bruises. Ink was touched that Tay was being careful. He pulled Ink back into his forward thrusts, nailing his prostate and Ink saw stars. Tay thrust harder and harder and Ink writhed against the pressure. He shoved his face into the pillow hoping it swallowed a few of his moans and whimpers. When Tay grabbed his hair and yanked his head up, Ink was shocked and even more turned on.
“Bring yourself off,” Tay panted. “Suddenly lost the capacity to multitask.”
Ink wrapped his fingers around his cock. It wasn’t going to take much. He could feel orgasm brewing and knew it was going to hit him hard. Tay was fucking him fast now, just as he’d wanted, and Ink matched the speed with his fist. He just managed to snag the towel before he came, his climax bursting over him like a violent storm. Tay followed after, shuddering against him and Ink’s knees finally gave way under Tay’s weight and they crashed onto the bed.
Tay’s kiss, so sweet and gentle, broke Ink’s heart.
INK WOKE THE NEXT MORNING to find himself alone in bed. He suffered a flash of panic until he was able to reassure himself that nothing could be wrong. The sex had been great and he’d said nothing to give himself away. He felt…easier for having told Tay some of the truth. Maybe what he’d said was enough to excuse his weirdness. He showered and dressed, and went into the kitchen. Tay’s bright smile squashed any lingering worries.
“I’ve booked us a table at a restaurant in Covent Garden,” Tay said. “The weather’s going to be good today so we can sit outside to eat and watch the world go by.”
Ink would have preferred a table out of sight but…
Tay came over on his crutches and kissed him, kissed his lips, the curve of his chin, his neck, then came back to trace the line of his mouth with his tongue, before kissing and licking his eyelashes. Ink chuckled.
“You have incredibly long eyelashes,” Tay whispered.
“Sadly, I got those instead of an incredibly long cock.”
Tay roared with laughter.
“Have you had breakfast?” Ink asked.
“Cereal.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Good.”
Ink smiled and made himself some toast. “You have to work this morning?”
“I could do with finishing something off.”
“Done your exercises?”
“Yes, and I let Dog out. You were so deeply asleep, I didn’t want to disturb you. Want a coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
Tay poured coffee for both of them, carefully put the mugs on the table and sat down.
“I’ve been thinking,” Tay said.
Ink tensed. “Right.”
“About you being a paramedic. Why don’t you train to do it? I looked it up. You said you had A levels. You could go to university and do a degree or if you don’t fancy that, you could apply to work as a student paramedic and study while you’re on the job. You’d need a driver’s licence, but there’s no reason you couldn’t do it.”
“I’d also need to pass the record check your dad wanted done on me. It’s called a DBS. Disclosure and Barring Service. Not just a straightforward check either. It’s enhanced for that sort of job. And for what I’m doing now, living with you.”
“And you wouldn’t pass it?”
Ink shook his head.
“Why not?”
Ink put his coffee down before he spilled it. “If you ask me too many questions, I’ll have to leave. You’re not in any danger from me. No one is. I just have a messed-up life. Nothing’s straightforward.”
