Page 45 of Baking Battles

“I like that.” His mind is still not fully out of the haze. Scrambling to find the words for what he wants to say.

“Stay,” he manages to say. “No more hotels. No more mattresses and sofas. Stay. If I’m yours, then you are mine, and that means you stay with me.”

It’s cute the way Christopher looks all confused. Emotional and smiling, whilst his eyes are a little pink from tears.

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll have a key cut on Monday, and your bag stays here. No more dragging it in every day.”

“Bossy Matt is back. I like him.”

“He likes you too. Very much.”

Christopher just kisses him. Soft and sweet on the lips making his face blush. He loves this. He has just had sex. Sex. Proper sex. With Christopher. Who has a cock. And his dick likes it. He likes it. A lot.

“Don’t think too hard. Just go with it.” Christopher places a little kiss on his nose.

“If you are going to insist on calling me Matt, then what do I call you? I kind of like Christopher.”

“You can call me anything you want, baby.”

“Chris?”

“Bah. Boring.”

“There is nothing else you can do with Christopher. It’s either Chris or… C? Nah. Chris. You’ll have to be Chris… topher…”

“Whatever. As long as you talk to me, and kiss me and let me do that to you again, then I’m all good.” Christopher snuggles back into his chest, wrapping him tight in his arms. A little too tight. And Mattias is sweaty, and sore, and there is… liquidy stuff… like… wet spots on the bed under his thigh…

“Was there any food in the fridge?” Mattias asks, his stomach suddenly rumbling. He is ravenous. Exhausted. Sweaty. Kind of… uncomfortable all of a sudden. He’s…

Happy. Fucking happy.

“Kids yoghurt, jam, and a packet of hot dogs.”

“Will you brave breakfast with me?” Mattias sits up, pushing Christopher off him with a gentle shove. “There is a little place down the road. Bacon and stuff. Good coffee. Croissants?”

Christopher just smiles.

“For you? For you, I will brave anything.”

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