Page 17 of Home on the Road

Wrapping his hand around Ziggy’s cock, he jacked him in counterpoint to his fucking.

Ziggy wiggled beneath him, looking like he was ready to fly with him.

“Come, Ziggy. Come with me now,” Harry growled as his back arched and he slammed deep once, twice, and on the third stroke he roared as he came.

Ziggy’s screams joined his own as the man’s seed spurted from his cock to cover his chest and belly with pearlescent strands.

Harry collapsed on top of him, his body unresponsive for several long seconds. When he was able to pull in a breath, he pulled back until his cock fell free and they were two separate beings once again. He then collapsed onto his side next to his man, both of their bodies covered with Ziggy’s spunk.

“Oh. My. God.”

Ziggy’s whispered words had him chuckling again. “Yeah. When we can stand, we need to shower before heading downstairs for dinner.”

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” Ziggy lifted one hand and waved it in the air before dropping it to the mattress again. “Or we could just lay here and be broccoli, though I have to admit, I hate broccoli.”

“How do you feel about radishes?” Harry asked, wanting to learn everything about his partner.

Ziggy’s giggles made him smile. “Don’t like them, either. Corn and potatoes are okay, and green beans aren’t too terrible unless they’re overcooked. Otherwise, I’d rather have myvegetables in a salad.”

Harry made a sound of agreement because frankly he agreed that most cooked vegetables were gross, unless it was mashed potatoes or grilled mushrooms. Raw foods tasted so much better.

“All right, time for a shower,” he said, rolling off the bed to his feet.

Grabbing Ziggy, he pulled the man up and over his shoulder before carrying him into the bathroom before the seed covering their bellies dried and got itchy. By the time they finished, dinner should be just about ready to eat.

Chapter Eleven

A steady thumping pulled Ziggy from the best sleep he ever had. Sitting up, he looked around and then frowned. It took another few seconds to recognize that he was not back in the small room at his stepmonster’s house.

Looking at the sleeping man beside him, he wondered if he should investigate what the pounding was that he could hear all the way up here. A moment later, the pounding stopped, so he laid back down and snuggled into Harry’s side. They had spent most of the night exploring each other’s bodies in every possible way, and going back to sleep sounded like a great idea.

He was slipping away, when a loud, sharp knock started on the hall door. He jumped, but then held still, not sure if Harry would want him to answer it or not.

“Harry, I think your brother needs you,” he said, rubbing a hand in circles over Harry’s chest, hoping to wake him gently.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at him then turned his head to look at the hall door. He sat up and pulled the covers up over Ziggy before he called, “Come in, Sam.”

Sam opened the door just far enough to stick his head through the opening. “Ziggy has a visitor who is demanding to see him. Immediately.”

Ziggy sighed and pulled the covers over his head. He knew exactly who it was, though he wondered how she had found him.

“Tell her I died.”

“I would, except I’m sure she would demand to see the body,” Sam said. “I’ll give her a cup of coffee and tell her you’ll be down in a few minutes. Don’t hurry.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Harry said before pulling the covers down to expose Ziggy’s face. “Would you rather sneak out the window and take off?”

Though it sounded like a reasonable alternative, Ziggy knew she would just keep coming after him. He needed to face her and somehow make her understand that he would no longer be her slave and whipping boy.

He just wished he knew how.

“No. She’d just follow us. I just wish I knew how to get her to let me go. Being in love with you won’t be a good enough excuse.”

Harry blinked and stared at him as if he had suddenly begun speaking Swahili or something. “You love me?”

Ziggy shifted to face Harry and nodded. “Of course I love you. What’s not to love? You’re gorgeous, kind, have a good job, and are willing to put up with me.”

Ziggy squeaked when Harry grabbed him and pulled him into a bear hug. “I love you, too. And not just because you make my favorite cookies. If you want, I’ll go down and talk to her.”

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