Page 183 of Men in Shorts

Robert followed, his jaw aching with the effort not to laugh.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at Liam’s flat. He locked the door behind them and said, “Want to switch on the heating while I tidy myself up? Feels like a double serving of Jelly Jubilee in my pants.” He stopped on the threshold to the bathroom. “Wait for me on the couch. And be ready.”

“By ‘ready’ you mean…”

Liam grinned at him. “I mean ready.”

Chapter10

Robert was ready for him,at least as far as Liam could tell at a glance as he hurried from the bathroom into the bedroom. He grabbed the duvet and the bottle of lube, in case Robert’s packet was empty—a fair guess, as it had felt like he’d doused Liam’s arse with at least two or three portions.

Covering his shivering self with the duvet, Liam went into the living room, where Robert had pulled both tartan blankets over his body. At Liam’s arrival, he drew them back to reveal he was naked underneath: naked, hard, and slicked up. As requested.

“Stay right…exactly…there.” Liam straddled his lap, draping the duvet over them both. Then he placed his hands upon Robert’s shoulders and guided his own hips down, finding his target on the first try.

He cried out at the barest brush of Robert’s head against his hole. Despite the messy conclusion of their journey home, he was still exquisitely sensitive, exquisitely aching for it.

“All right?” Robert whispered.

“God, yes.” Liam descended, slowing but never stopping, each new inch setting him aglow. Every inhalation was a gasp, every exhalation a moan.

When at last he was filled to the hilt, he just stayed there, already limp and whimpering and helpless.

“Wow.” Robert gazed down at the place where they joined. “I don’t think you’ve ever done that before, all in one go.”

“I’ve spent the last hundred and twenty-nine minutes preparing.” He nuzzled Robert’s hair, inhaling the scent of coconut shampoo. “Fuck, it’s…it’s like I was never, ever complete in my life before this moment.” His cock nodded against Robert’s abs as if in agreement.

Robert lifted his head. “Kiss me.”

Their mouths met in what felt like neither a battle nor a truce. It wasn’t like that between them, even within their amateurish games of dominance and submission. These wee power plays weren’t about winning and losing: Neither of them ever won, because both always won.

Then Robert placed his palms on Liam’s back—presumably to draw him closer, but it had the opposite effect.

“Och!” Liam jolted. “Your hands are freezing.”

“I know, I’m trying to warm them.”

“Here.” Liam lifted the duvet and pulled it over their heads, creating a cozy cocoon.

“Mmm, sexy blanket fort,” Robert said. “I hereby dub it ‘Fort Fuck.’”

“Imaginative.”

“Best to be unambiguous with place names, in case any tourists pop by.”

Liam’s laughter rippled down his spine, sending more waves of pleasure out and back in return. “Christ, you feel so good in me.” He ground his arse down hard. “All night I was thinking of this. I mean, that plug was great, but there’s nae substitute for your big, gorgeous cock.”

“You’ve got it now.” Robert tilted his hips up. “Use it.”

“Hold me steady.” Taking care not to disrupt their blanket cave, he drew his feet forward so they were planted just outside Robert’s thighs. Then, with a tight grip on Robert’s shoulders and an even tighter grip on his shaft, he began to rise and fall.

“Liam…” Robert’s breath came harsh. “Fuck, you’re gonnae make me come.”

“No no no.” Liam heard the petulance in his own voice. “Not yet. Please. I need it.” He drove himself up and down faster, his cock and balls striking Robert with each bounce. “Need more. Please.”

“Then slow down.”

“Can’t. Just let me.” His motions grew wilder, his craving more desperate. “I was good, wasn’t I? Let you tease me all night. Never complained.”

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