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“I’d like to havesomethingto do.”
You could lounge around in the house in next to nothing waiting for me to come home.Fortunately, instead of saying that, he came out with, “You could work in the summer house. It has heating and an electricity supply. Do you need tools?”
“I have my hand tools. Are you sure? Would that be okay?”
“Of course.” Ripley’s heart was surging.Fen’s going to stay.He kept repeating the words in his head. Was that all it had taken? The offer of his garden room? A little voice reminded him he’d offered Fen a large amount of money to be his lover, which deflated his enthusiasm a little, but he quashed his concerns. Everything was going to work out perfectly. There was no need for him to ask Fen if he agreed to his proposal. No need to mention it again.
“Thank you. I’ll speak to Alistair.”
Fen stopped walking and moved in front of him. He put his hands on Ripley’s shoulders and for one long moment, they looked into each other’s eyes. Then Fen kissed him. A sweet, soft kiss, just like Fen.
“Thank you,” Fen repeated and kissed him again, but this time the kiss was hard.
Fireworks ignited in Ripley’s chest as the kiss deepened. Fen slid his hands down Ripley’s back and pulled him in.This kiss was far more than he’deverexpected. Fen ate at him as if he was starving. Had sweet and soft ever existed? This kiss was strong and punishing and desperate. Fen’s tongue curled and twisted in Ripley’s mouth, one moment teasing, the next pushing hard, and Ripley caught fire. He didn’t want the kiss to end.
He wanted more than a kiss.
He wanted Fen writhing beneath him.
He wanted to bury his aching cock inside Fen’s body.
He wanted Fen falling apart with his name on his lips.
He wanted…
Somehow Ripley pulled himself back under control. He whispered one word in Fen’s ear. “Home.”
He was barely aware of the return journey, but made sure neither he nor Fen slipped. He needed to buy Fen some walking boots. And a better coat. And… The snow stopped falling as they climbed the steps to the door. The moment they were inside, he kissed Fen again as he struggled out of his coat, then clothes, and at the same time fought to get Fen out of his. They kept their lips together, laughing as they tangled themselves up, then Ripley tripped, fell against the wall and banged his head.
“One kiss and I can’t breathe,” Ripley whispered.
“Breathing is overrated.”
Their lips met again and they ground their hips together. Fen moaned and heat flashed through Ripley’s body.
“Still too many clothes,” Ripley mumbled and peeled off Fen’s T-shirt.
His breath stuttered when he saw the tattoos, and he ran his fingers over the words on Fen’s arm. “Strong. Brave. True.”
“Possibly not brave enough to have any more. It hurts when your skin is close to the bone. But it was myfuck offto muscular dystrophy.”
Ripley got it. Those words were Fen.
Fen dropped to his knees, unfastened the button on Ripley’s trousers and pulled down the zip. The breath caught in Ripley’s throat. Fen was right. Breathingwasoverrated. His trousers were tugged down to his ankles and Fen mouthed his cock through the material of his shorts, drawing a loud gasp from Ripley.No, breathing is fantastic.The feeling of Fen’s warm breath was turning his already hard dick into something even harder.
Ripley threaded his fingers in Fen’s hair. Then his shorts were down too and Fen was licking skin, licking him.Fuuuck!Ripley tried and failed to keep his eyes open. He wanted to watch but his lids kept fluttering closed. The hall echoed with his groans as Fen worked magic with his mouth and tongue, lapping up precome, enclosing the head of his cock, then taking more into the heat of his mouth and Ripley’s balls tingled.
Fen wrapped a hand around the base of Ripley’s dick and pumped as he sucked. Ripley forced his eyes open and his breathing quickened as he looked down at Fen staring up at him.Don’t pull his hair!Ripley managed to loosen his hold, but his hand slipped to the back of Fen’s neck and pulled him in. Fen gagged and Ripley let go.
“Shit. Sorry.”
“S’okay.” Fen gulped air. He licked a pearl of moisture from the tip of Ripley’s straining shaft. “I won’t break. You can hold my head, just remember I do need to grab a breath every hour or so.”
He put his lips around the crest of Ripley’s cock, ran his tongue around the tip, then pushed it into the slit.
“Oh fuck,” Ripley gasped and pressed his back harder against the wall.
Fen tightened his hold at the base of Ripley’s cock, pushed down on his balls with the heel of his hand and the need to come lessened. Not for long. When Fen licked and sucked and mouthed him, Ripley’s control on everything slipped. He shifted his hips to fuck Fen’s mouth and Fen let him. When Fen tightened his lips around him as Ripley pulled back, milking his cock, Ripley’s vision blurred. A few hard and fast sucks at the head and there was no way Ripley could hold on any longer.
