Page 23 of Something Borrowed

“Come on,” I groan. “Come on me, Stan.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, and I’m mesmerised as his face contorts and come shoots, hot and wet, over my spent cock and balls. For a second, we’re immobile, but then he collapses into me, pushing his face into my neck and breathing in jerky pants. I band my arms around him.

Silence takes the place of our groans and heavy breathing, the atmosphere slowly becoming less content and more anxious. I prod him gently. “Stan?”

He moans pitifully, like a child who doesn’t want to wake up and face the day.

Against my will, I grin. “I know you’re in there.” I hesitate. “We need to talk.”

He stays stock still for a second and then sits up. Even when I’m anxious, I can’t stop my eyes from greedily travelling over his beautiful body.

He sits back on his heels, seemingly unconcerned about the come streaking his body and his nakedness. He licks his lips. “Raff?”

I grab his hand. “I know. I’m here.”

He squeezes my fingers. “What have we done?” he whispers.

I grimace. “I’m not entirely sure, babe. Either something brilliantly clever or ridiculously stupid.”

He snorts, his expression becoming lighter. For the first time in my life, I don’t give in to the urge to hug him. He cocks his head to one side, and with that eerie knowledge we have of each other, he smiles. “You need a hug?”

“So much,” I say fervently, sighing as I move into his arms and we snuggle together. His hug is tight and warm and so familiar. Except for one thing. “Well, this is novel,” I say. “It’s the first time we’ve ever done naked cuddling.”

He groans. “And you’restilltalking.”

“I can’t help it.” I stroke his face. “Do you think this was a mistake?” I hold my breath.

If he says it was, I know it’s true. He’s my behaviour barometer and always has been. He hesitates, and the novelty of it worries me. “Stan?”

He rubs his face and then lowers his hand to trace my collarbone. I shiver, and his head comes up like an animal sensing danger.

“I don’t know,” he says.

“Well, that’s alotof help, Stanley. Thank you so much.”

“I almost want it to have been a mistake that we can dismiss. Because this has the power to ruin everything.”

“But?” I ask, my voice wavering.

He shakes his head, looking cross, and I know it’s with himself. “I can’t say it was a mistake,” he finally says.

“Why?”

“Because I’m covered with come and just came harder than I have in years, and I want to do it again.” His cock twitches and I feel it in my own, as if they’re linked in some way. “Raff?” he says hoarsely.

“Me too.”

He slumps in relief. “But what do we do?”

I draw on my knowledge of all things hook-up, which is pretty wide-reaching. In this area, I am more knowledgeable than Stan, who, after his wild patch, gravitates to relationships. The only thought that arrives is to do it again. To feel those feelings over and over.

“We could always just keep doing it,” I say brightly.

“Really? Are youactuallySatan?”

I snort. “You want me, and I want you,” I say, my tone becoming serious. “Does it have to be so complicated?”

“It’s always complicated. You know that.”

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