Page 110 of Never Leave, Never Lie

Ian had leaned against the door frame, watching with nervous anticipation.

“I love it to death, Ian.”

“Yeah?” Ian asked, a shy smile growing.

“Yes!” Alek rushed back across the kitchen and barreled into him, throwing his arms around his neck, before kissing him.

“It’s better than I dreamed of,” Alek said when the kiss broke. He moved his palms to frame Ian’s face.“You did this and the library in two months? You’ve outdone yourself. Opus, indeed.”

Smiling wide now, twin spots of red on the apples of his cheeks, Ian dropped his hands to Alek’s hips. “The crew helped. It worked out that we’d already emptied our schedule, kept them paid too.”

“I know I’m supposed to be turning over a new leaf, but I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Likewise, love.” Ian pulled Alek closer. “I really thought I lost you for good this time.”

“You will never lose me again.” Alek sealed the promise with a kiss like the slash of a knife against a palm in a blood oath.

Alek turned to face the kitchen, quite intentionally grazing his ass against Ian’s dick. “I can't wait to cook!”

“I thought you said you weren’t hungry?”

“I’m not.”

“Good,” Ian said in a velvet bedroom voice that foretold what he said next. “Go get yourself ready for me and when you come back, I’m bending you over that table.”

“Isn’t there a door you can fuck me against? That table is over one hundred years old.”

“I won’t break it. Besides, you rehabbed it. It’ll hold. And if not, you can fix it?—”

“You’ll be fixing it because it was your idea.”

“Deal. Now hurry up. I waited two months for this.”

When Alek returned, naked with a lube bottle in hand, Ian was seated at the table, his bare back to him. Alek’s heart stalled and restarted without rhythm. He crept up behind Ian and draped his arms down his chest, kissing the back of his neck before taking a surreptitious sniff of his hair, and like before, Alek’s synesthesia built the image of a forest in his head, stronger now, because he was smelling the real thing.

“Are you smelling my head?” Ian asked.

Perhaps not so surreptitious. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Ian tapped the tabletop beside him. “Bend over.”

Salivating, goosebumps rising in anticipation, Alek bent at the waist, rested his chest on the tabletop, and turned his cheek to the side. All at once he felt scared and vulnerable and safe—and hard, he was definitely hard again. Ian loomed behind him at the edge of his peripheral vision. With a gentle nudge to Alek’s feet, Ian spread Alek’s legs wider and kissed the base of Alek’s spine. It was too much and not enough and Alek did something he never did—he begged.

“Ian, please. I need more.Please.”

Ian’s mouth left him. “But what about the table?”

Alek growled. Tease.

“Patience,” Ian said and reached a hand around to stroke Alek’s dick. “It’s been a while, and I don’t want to break you.”

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up, I’m going to hop off this table and fuck you myself with every intent of breaking you.”

Ian laughed. “That could be fun. Maybe later.”

The bottle uncapped and Ian’s lube-slicked hand returned to Alek’s dick while the other worked a finger into his hole. Theyboth moaned at the tight fit. Ian added more lube and coaxed another finger in, all while continuing languid strokes up and down Alek’s dick.

Alek was reduced to wordlessness, instead making a series of primitive moans that bore more resemblance to speaking in tongues than human speech. Relentless, Ian dragged him to the edge of orgasm by the dick while massaging his prostate from within like he was trying to christen the new floors with a puddle of precome on purpose.

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