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“Translation, I would rather be anywhere else but in England, at Hawthorne House,” Robert said, still teasing.

“That’s not true,” Rafe protested. “I just have…reasons why I would rather be somewhere else.”

“What’s his name?” Bax asked, laughing. “Or is this an ‘a man in every port’ sort of a situation?”

“That’s not it at all,” Rafe said. “I don’t have anyone special anywhere.”

“He had a bad break-up about three years ago that started this whole travel thing,” Robert told Bax with a sly look.

“Oh, I get it,” Bax laughed. “I’ve done the whole running away from heartache, too.”

It could be argued that coming to stay at Hawthorne House to do the audit was running away from Damien. That might have been his reason for arriving there, but it wasn’t his reason for staying.

In fact, when he finished the audit at the end of February, Bax didn’t make any plans to move out or move on. His intention all along had been to launch his own LGBTQ-supporting accounting firm, and he could do that from Hawthorne House as easily as he could from an expensive office in London. Uncle Robert was more than happy to let him take over one of the empty classrooms and set it up as office space.

“The Hawthorne family is incredibly generous,” Nick said as they talked about all their new endeavors in bed on the first day of March and the new session of classes. “They could have kicked me and the kids out anytime they wanted.”

“Uncle Robert and Aunt Janice would never do that,” Bax said, sliding one of his legs between Nick’s until he could feel Nick’s balls against his thigh. “They love you. We all love you.”

They were lying side by side. The room was still dim in the early morning light, but he could see the sparkle that his comment brought to Nick’s eyes. It was still way too soon for the L-word, but Bax felt all of the emotions behind the word. Not to mention how intensely he felt the other L-word, lust.

Nick made the low, growly sound that drove Bax crazy and rolled into him, pinning him to his back. For a guy who hadn’t ever examined his sexuality, Nick was embracing that part of their new relationship thoroughly.

He pressed his body along Bax’s and swooped down to draw a searing kiss from Bax’s mouth. Nick had grown incredibly adept at kissing him with the fire and passion that Bax liked. After a few fumbling weeks of figuring out what they both liked and wanted, things were definitely starting to click. The magic moment had come when Nick discovered that he didn’t have to be gentle or soft with him and that Bax actually liked their size difference and the feeling of being overpowered.

Once the pieces fell into place, Nick had become an incredibly toppy top, and Bax had no complaints at all about being a bottomy bottom. Bax had talked him through a lot of the aspects of having a relationship with a man that he’d been clueless about, from positions to PrEP, and now they were in a place where everything was just about perfect.

“You look cute talking up the family first thing in the morning,” Nick growled, sweeping a glance down to Bax’s pebbling nipples.

“I feel cute whenever I have your big, blacksmith’s cock hot against my thigh,” Bax flirted in reply.

“I can tell,” Nick said. He reached a hand between them to palm Bax’s straining erection.

They’d been at it for weeks now, but he still caught his breath every time Nick touched his cock. It was like he was so surprised that he could bring another man off that he couldn’t keep his hands off. That had been particularly mind-blowing a few days before, when Nick had stepped up behind him at the kitchen counter while he was making them sandwiches for lunch, unbuttoned his jeans, slipped his hand in, and stroked him off.Bax had been so startled by the treat that he’d just braced his hands against the counter and come within a minute.

Thank the goddess the kids hadn’t been there. Mrs. Turner had them over at her house that day, which was probably why Nick had been so bold in the first place.

They didn’t have to worry about unbuttoning anything now, since they’d spent the night naked together in Bax’s bed. The kids were asleep in Nick’s flat across the hall, as the gentle drone of the baby monitor beside his bed told them. Nick didn’t seem at all fussed as he lowered himself for another kiss.

“Is there some sort of Pagan ritual for starting a new session of classes?” Nick asked, moving to kiss the spot under Bax’s ear, his morning growth of beard scratching the soft skin of Bax’s neck. “Some sort of fertility rite for productivity?”

Bax hummed and threw his arms and legs wide, offering himself to his lover. “You’re doing it now.”

“I thought so,” Nick smirked as he pushed himself up a bit.

He leaned over to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table, and with a blossom of laughter that he couldn’t control, Bax grabbed the pillow that he’d used the night before and slipped it under his lower back.

The light was still dim, but the blanket fell back as Nick knelt between Bax’s legs, squirted lube on his hand, then slicked it over his thick erection. Bax could hardly breathe as he watched him. He knew it wasn’t the done thing to be greedy for his partner’s size. It wasn’t the size of the boat that mattered, it was the motion in the ocean. He just really had a thing for all of Nick’s body, how massive his muscles were and how powerfully he was built. His cock fit right in with that, feeding the fantasy that he was being ravaged by a mythical creature or the god Hephestus every time the two of them were together.

He was definitely ravaged when Nick quickly lubed his hole then grabbed his hips and lifted them so he could take what hewanted and push in deep. Bax stifled his initial moan of pain as Nick stretched his ring, then let that breath out on a vocal sigh as Nick worked deeper. More often than not, he felt like Nick was splitting him in two when they went at it like this, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

Nick was still kneeling, gripping Bax’s hips hard, and watching the way their bodies joined as he pounded into him. Bax gorged himself on the sight of Nick’s powerful, hairy body taking what it wanted from him. He gripped the bedsheets tightly with one hand and his dick with a loose enough grip to stroke and lost himself in the bliss of being fucked into oblivion by a man who could snap him in two if he wanted to. It was so primal that he didn’t even mind any potential mess.

He was stretched and pinned and Nick had just figured out how to slam his prostate to the point where he rolled his eyes back when a shuffle and whimper sounded from the baby monitor.

“Shit,” Nick hissed, completely losing his rhythm and pulling out. Jordan’s tinny, whining cry grew louder, and Nick scrambled back. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Bax was left stunned, splayed, and inches away from orgasm, his hole throbbing, as Nick nearly tumbled off the bed and raced for the bathroom. He panted, eyes wide, hand still moving slightly on his dick as the warm, delicious sensation of being stuffed full petered out into the hollowness of his body closing up again.

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