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Fen settled beside him and Ripley forked some into Fen’s mouth, before scooping the rest into his.It’s delicious.
“Not bad,” Fen said. “Maybe I should have toasted the hazelnuts a little longer.”
“I need another slice to check.”
Fen elbowed him. “I’m not falling for that. Have you seenHome Alone?”
“Not on purpose. What about this one?” It was some sci-fi techie thing.
“Fine.” Fen cuddled up to him. “I’ll try to stay awake.”
He didn’t. Well, he might have tried but Fen was out within minutes. Ripley smiled as he watched Fen sleep. He drew invisible pictures on Fen’s face with his fingertips and wished he could fall asleep so easily, though he had slept better since he’d been with Fen. Ripley wondered if Fen’s power naps were down to his muscular dystrophy. He wished Fen was watching the film with him, but second best was lying next to him and what trumped all of it was once he got Fen upstairs, he’d be like a little tiger.
Ripley woke with a start in the morning to find Fen half lying on top of him on the couch, landing minty kisses on his lips and giving a cute little sigh that always warmed a place deep inside him. Ripley slid his fingers into the back pockets of Fen’s jeans and held him right where he wanted him, their hips slotted together. Fen lifted his head to grab a breath, then exhaled against Ripley’s neck, a long, slow, sweet sigh of pleasure.
“Were we on the couch all night?” Ripley asked.
“Unless we sleepwalked back down again.”
“Are you okay?”
“You were very comfy.”
Ripley was amazed he’d spent the night there and not woken. He rose to his feet, taking a squirming Fen with him. They were both hard.
“I need you right now,” Fen whispered.
“We’ll freak out the people who live at the back. Talking of that, the hot tub is arriving on Sunday morning.”
“What! And you’re sending me away the next day?”
“It takes a while to heat up. It’ll be ready when we get back.”
“Are you going to make it snow as well?”
“Maybe I’ll make you see stars.”
“I can’t wait that long.”
They got as far as the door before Ripley wove his fingers in Fen’s hair, and their lips were together again. He pressed Fen against the doorframe and kissed him for so long he began to think he didn’t care if theyfreaked out the entire neighbourhood. He dropped his hands to Fen’s hips, grinding against him.We’re like teenagers.Fen wasn’t long out of his teens, but Ripley was. He’d missed this. Missed it as a teenager and not had this with Alejandro. Love and affection yes, but not like this. He was giddy with the joy of it.
Not just him. Fen was glassy-eyed, his face flushed, his hair messy. Ripley lifted a hand to smooth down his locks and kissed him again.
“Stairs,” Ripley said.
They made it to the bottom, then Ripley was on his back, Fen between his legs. Fen was struggling with the button on Ripley’s jeans so Ripley undid it for him. As Ripley’s jeans and shorts were pulled down, his cock sprang out. Fen gave one of those gentle little sighs and Ripley groaned.
“Everything off,” Fen ordered and between them they shed their clothes.
“Can’t you wait?”
“No.”
Fen swirled his tongue around Ripley’s cock as if it were a melting ice cream. Watching him was almost enough to make him come. Fen’s hand replaced his mouth and he tightened his hold at the base as he licked the crest.
“That’s so good.” Ripley kept gasping.
“I love how you taste. You know that, right?” Fen was fluttering the tip of his tongue over the slit now and Ripley curled his toes against the stair carpet. “I like it when you’re soft and the way you go hard. I like making that happen. Put your feet higher.”
