noises too, when their lips weren’t mashed together, and when he groaned, “Gonna come, George,” George pressed their foreheads together and rode it out with him, feeling Alex’s come as it spattered and smeared between their chests.
“Shit, fuck,” George grunted, and his orgasm exploded out of him, primal and raw. His gut clenched and he grit his teeth so hard his jaw hurt and yet, through all that, he still felt Alex’s whisper-light kiss on his cheek.
For a few seconds, the blood pounding in his head blocked out all other sound, then Alex’s baffled laugh broke through the white noise, and George gulped in a breath.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Alex laughed and slapped George’s bare ass. “Get the fuck off me.”
George grunted and grabbed the base of his dick, holding the condom in place as he pulled out. He rolled off the bed and shuffled across the hall to the bathroom.
This one was nearly as nice as the one in the Scotsman, except Alex’s bathroom was stone tiles and wooden flooring, warm and pale, instead of dark and cool.
He flushed the condom and used a flannel to wipe the rapidly cooling come off his chest, then washed his face and hands. Jesus. That man was going to kill him before long. His heart rate was only just starting to return to normal.
When he went back into the bedroom, Alex was sprawled on his back wearing loose pajama shorts.
“Are you going to stay?” Alex asked while George hovered in the doorway.
“Is this you inviting me to stay?”
“Yes,” Alex said, grinning. “Please stay. I have bacon and coffee for the morning?”
“You didn’t need to convince me. But I’m convinced.”
Alex threw back the duvet, welcoming him into the bed, and George slipped under it. Alex immediately rolled away, onto his side.
“Spoon me?”
“What, again? Already? I need some recovery time, love.”
“I don’t mean fuck me,” Alex said, looking back over his shoulder and laughing. “Just, you know. Hold me.”
“Oh.”
George pulled the edge of the duvet up, then scooted in close so he could wrap his arm around Alex’s waist, on top of the covers. Alex grabbed hold of his arm with both hands and wriggled back until they were pressed together. Close.
George kissed his cheek. “I don’t do this, you know. Snuggling.”
“What do you mean? You are doing this.”
“Apparently you’re an exception to the rule.”
“You’re the exception to the rule,” Alex said, clearly being antagonistic for the sake of it. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
“Okay. Night, Alex.”
“Good night.”
Chapter Five
T HE NEXT morning Alex stayed in bed longer than he normally would. It was quiet and comfortable, and he had George’s strong arm around his waist, holding him close. Plus George’s big dick poking him in the thigh, which was sort of funny and making him horny too.
George snored. Not like a plane taking off, more a like a rumble in his chest. It was cute, and Alex decided it was definitely something he could get used to.
First, he had to piss.
Very carefully, he extracted himself from George’s grip and slid out of bed, wincing a little as he straightened up. George was a big boy, in all dimensions, and though he had absolutely no problem with that, it made for interesting mornings-after.
He quickly crossed to the bathroom, shivering in the morning coolness, and went to the panel in the hallway to turn the heating on after he’d finished. George was awake when he got back to the bedroom, stretching and yawning like a lion.
“Morning,” Alex said easily.
George grumbled, scratched his chest, then rolled out of bed, slapping Alex’s ass on his way to the bathroom.
“Charming,” Alex murmured to himself, but he couldn’t help his grin.
He got back into bed, hoping that George would take the hint and join him again. A few moments later, the toilet flushed, and George appeared in the doorway in his full morning glory.
Christ, he was
“Shit, fuck,” George grunted, and his orgasm exploded out of him, primal and raw. His gut clenched and he grit his teeth so hard his jaw hurt and yet, through all that, he still felt Alex’s whisper-light kiss on his cheek.
For a few seconds, the blood pounding in his head blocked out all other sound, then Alex’s baffled laugh broke through the white noise, and George gulped in a breath.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Alex laughed and slapped George’s bare ass. “Get the fuck off me.”
George grunted and grabbed the base of his dick, holding the condom in place as he pulled out. He rolled off the bed and shuffled across the hall to the bathroom.
This one was nearly as nice as the one in the Scotsman, except Alex’s bathroom was stone tiles and wooden flooring, warm and pale, instead of dark and cool.
He flushed the condom and used a flannel to wipe the rapidly cooling come off his chest, then washed his face and hands. Jesus. That man was going to kill him before long. His heart rate was only just starting to return to normal.
When he went back into the bedroom, Alex was sprawled on his back wearing loose pajama shorts.
“Are you going to stay?” Alex asked while George hovered in the doorway.
“Is this you inviting me to stay?”
“Yes,” Alex said, grinning. “Please stay. I have bacon and coffee for the morning?”
“You didn’t need to convince me. But I’m convinced.”
Alex threw back the duvet, welcoming him into the bed, and George slipped under it. Alex immediately rolled away, onto his side.
“Spoon me?”
“What, again? Already? I need some recovery time, love.”
“I don’t mean fuck me,” Alex said, looking back over his shoulder and laughing. “Just, you know. Hold me.”
“Oh.”
George pulled the edge of the duvet up, then scooted in close so he could wrap his arm around Alex’s waist, on top of the covers. Alex grabbed hold of his arm with both hands and wriggled back until they were pressed together. Close.
George kissed his cheek. “I don’t do this, you know. Snuggling.”
“What do you mean? You are doing this.”
“Apparently you’re an exception to the rule.”
“You’re the exception to the rule,” Alex said, clearly being antagonistic for the sake of it. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
“Okay. Night, Alex.”
“Good night.”
Chapter Five
T HE NEXT morning Alex stayed in bed longer than he normally would. It was quiet and comfortable, and he had George’s strong arm around his waist, holding him close. Plus George’s big dick poking him in the thigh, which was sort of funny and making him horny too.
George snored. Not like a plane taking off, more a like a rumble in his chest. It was cute, and Alex decided it was definitely something he could get used to.
First, he had to piss.
Very carefully, he extracted himself from George’s grip and slid out of bed, wincing a little as he straightened up. George was a big boy, in all dimensions, and though he had absolutely no problem with that, it made for interesting mornings-after.
He quickly crossed to the bathroom, shivering in the morning coolness, and went to the panel in the hallway to turn the heating on after he’d finished. George was awake when he got back to the bedroom, stretching and yawning like a lion.
“Morning,” Alex said easily.
George grumbled, scratched his chest, then rolled out of bed, slapping Alex’s ass on his way to the bathroom.
“Charming,” Alex murmured to himself, but he couldn’t help his grin.
He got back into bed, hoping that George would take the hint and join him again. A few moments later, the toilet flushed, and George appeared in the doorway in his full morning glory.
Christ, he was
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