Page 66 of Reinventing Cato
“Are they all my choices?”
“I’ve probably missed something out.”
“Have you brought your toothbrush?”
“I might have.” Cato collected the soup bowls, carried them over to the sink and switched on the tap. “I also brought this.”
He took a sheet of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. “List of possible suspects who might have it in for me. Can you check without it being official?”
“I can have a look just to see if anything jumps out.”
“Thank you.”
“What sort of film do you want to watch?” Vigge cleared the rest of the table.
When he reached Cato’s side, Cato turned and wrapped his arms around him. “Could I have a shower? I’m not asking for a film calledA Shower, though I think there is one. But fear makes me perspire so I think a shower would be good.”
“Okay. I’ll get you a towel.”
“Is it a big shower? Because I’m thinking you might like one too.” Cato slid his fingers into Vigge’s hand.
Vigge reached to turn off the tap, then tugged Cato from the room.
“I hope you changed the sheets,” Cato said.
“Yep, the same day as I cleaned the shower, first of September every year.”
Cato laughed.
Vigge pulled him upstairs, pushed open the bathroom door, and once they were inside, he slammed it closed and pressed Cato against it.
“I guess you like to be in charge.” Cato was wedged between Vigge’s legs.
“I do.”
“So do I,” Cato whispered. “Sometimes.”
“Maybe I’d better bring my handcuffs home.”
“Are they pink and fluffy?”
“What do you think?”
“Blue and fluffy,” Cato said. “You’re not a pink sort of guy.”
The two of them stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, sharing each other’s air before their mouths met, and Vigge couldn’t have said which of them moved first. The kiss was hot and heavy, tongues tangling, and Vigge’s cock swelled to the point of discomfort. Cato slid his hands down the sides of Vigge’s body, then around onto his arse and pulled him in. Vigge sucked in a breath at the pressure against his cock. When he felt Cato pushing his fingers into the top of his jeans, he grabbed both of Cato’s hands in one of his and pinned them above his head.Nowthere was a chance of not coming in his clothes.Nowhe was back in control.
Until Cato smiled and kissed him again, moaning into Vigge’s mouth, almost whimpering, and Vigge’s head fogged with lust. It had been too long since he’d fucked anyone, and he’d never done this in his home, never dared take the risk. Cato made him want to be reckless.
Cato suddenly broke away and glowered at him.
“What have I done?” Vigge asked.
“You didn’t tell me you have a corner bath with bubble jets.”
“The only reason I took the house.”
“Well, duh!” Cato said.
