Page 149 of Men in Shorts

Then Robert tucked his hands inside Liam’s thighs and spread them wider. Now Liam’s body was locked into his, utterly under his control.

“Nice,” Liam said.

“Saw it in a porno clip. Bookmarked it to show you, but in person is better.”

“Oh aye, it’s—ohhhh.” Liam’s words twisted into a moan as Robert entered him, slowly but confidently. “Fuck, I fucking love you so fucking much.” He punched the mattress beside him to emphasize his point.

“Do you?” Robert rocked his hips, insinuating his thickness another inch, then another.

“Yeahhhurghohmyguh…” And then Liam was out of words as Robert leaned forward, bearing down on him, forcing Liam’s knees to his shoulders and spreading his arse wider.

“Okay?” Robert asked, already panting. At Liam’s shaky nod, he began, first with short, shallow strokes to gain his rhythm and open Liam down below.

“Yeah…more…now,” Liam managed to say, but Robert had already sensed it. His thrusts went deeper, and faster still.

Electric pleasure hummed beneath Liam’s skin. He threw back his head, relishing the feeling of fullness within him, the warmth of Robert’s chest against the soles of his feet, and the bruising grip of Robert’s fingers on his inner thighs. He could already feel the edge of the bed beneath his skull as their bodies shifted over the sheets.

Robert leaned back, looping Liam’s legs over his elbows. Then he lifted Liam’s hips and held him in place at the perfect angle.

Liam couldn’t stifle his cries as Robert began to fuck him hard and fast, just the way he needed it. His feet flailed and his body buckled, shuddering with the orgasm approaching at full speed. His hands found Robert’s thighs and held on tight.

Through it all, Liam’s bed remained steady, and he was more grateful than ever that Robert had bought him a new one for Christmas. The old bed, which had squeaked and squealed like a train pulling into a station, had broken during a particularly wild November night.

Robert increased his pace, at jackhammer speed now. It was almost too intense, this journey too head-swimmingly fast. But Liam kept begging without words for this to never stop, never stop until?—

A long, rising wail burst from him as he came. Robert groaned and pushed deeper, his body jerking with each throb of his cock.

Liam fell limp, his neck now bending back over the edge of the mattress. Robert had been right: If they’d been at the head of the bed, there would’ve been serious risk of concussion.

Robert slumped over and pressed his forehead to Liam’s chin. “God, how do you always know what I need?”

Liam fought for enough breath to speak. “I live to serve. It’s why I’m such a good barman.”

Robert’s chest rumbled with a low laugh. “And why you’ll be an even better massage therapist,” he said as he rolled off and sat up.

Liam made a pouty noise. The last thing he wanted to think about now was further education. Robert had already reminded him twice this month that applications for massage college opened the first of February, now less than two weeks away. He’d been putting it off for nearly a year, claiming indecision over which of three Glasgow colleges to attend.

But Liam knew Robert saw through him. They both knew Liam’s reluctance to change his life went a lot deeper than convenience of location or schedule.

He got up and went to the loo, aware that if he lay down on his pillow for even a second, he’d fall fast asleep and wake up far stickier than he preferred.

Upon returning to the bedroom, he found Robert sitting up with his laptop, once again fully dressed—minus the gloves and knit cap. “Are you rating our bonk on Sex Yelp?”

“Aye, five stars,” Robert said without looking up. “Action-packed, a howling good time, literally.”

Liam had long ago stopped protesting he didn’t howl during sex, after witnessing video evidence to the contrary. “Seriously, what are you typing this time of night?” he asked, trying to keep the bite out of his tone.

“Had a wee breakthrough just now. Want to record my thoughts before they go away.”

“Did you get inspired whilst fucking me?”

“After. But I’m sure it helped clear my head.”

“Ooh, my arse is your muse.”

“It is amusing,” Robert said.

“Nice one. I’ll allow it.” Liam opened his wardrobe and withdrew his sleepwear, which was chilly to the touch, having sat in the cold flat for hours. He shivered anew as he put on the long-sleeved T-shirt, flannel trousers, and wool socks.

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