Page 71 of Forever Not Yours

“Want to watch TV?” he suggested, washing his hands by the sink.

“Tired,” I moaned, which I was, but this had been a good day. A productive one.

“Want me to tuck you in?” He winked. I still didn’t understand how he did these things to me. Just a small pull of a muscle and I was blushing and adjusting my dick in my joggers. And Flossie was yapping around my feet. Oh, yes. Because I was standing in front of the fridge.

“Fridge tax.” He smiled, walking away.

“Spoilt princess,” I muttered, giving her what she craved. She wagged her little tail and wandered off, having swallowed my cheese offering in one bite. I went to brush my teeth.

I still didn’t have all of this figured out, not with him. In this flat. Home. It felt like it, and that in itself was mega weird. I had my side of the bed, and he had his. The extra pillows I’d brought were stacked up against the headboard on my side; his two were half on the floor. He never made the bed. I did.

I plumped those pillows up and straightened the duvet. Then he appeared, still clothed, and threw himself on top of it diagonally, ruining all my hard work.

“Oi,” I complained, trying to get in on my side.

“Bedtime,” he mumbled and elbowed his way over to me. Laid his head on my chest. Snuggled up. “Need to put you to bed.”

“Gonna read me a bedtime story?”

“Nah.” He smiled. “But…you know, we were talking and it hit me, that perhaps I’m not very affectionate. I don’t do enough of…you know. This. Showing you how much I love you. Fucking is one thing, but you need to know that that’s not all this is. I actually…I think I need this part too. Just sometimes being close to you.”

“I feel that when we talk,” I admitted. “Like earlier. It does something to me, and I like it. I feel like, even after all these years, this is…new. Like I’m just getting to know you.”

He stroked my cheek. Cupped my chin, the way he did. Then he leant up and kissed me. Truly kissed me.A toe-curling one, and I actually flexed my feet right there under the duvet.

“You need to sleep better, and I’m still trying to figure out how to help you do that. Perhaps I should start giving you a blow job before bed. Suck you to sleep.”

“Dirty boy. Messy stuff. I like a clean bed.”

“I know you do. I’d swallow. Clean you up afterwards.”

I had to laugh, because he…well. Maybe he would.

“Is that your thing?”

“Usually not.” He kissed me again. “But with you? Maybe I need to try some new tricks.”

“Do you bottom?” I probably knew the answer to that one, confirmed by his up-close grimace. It made me laugh, because yeah.

“Nope.”

“Not your thing?”

“Never wanted to, never tried, never will. It’s just who I am.”

“I get that,” I said. “I mean, I’ve fucked enough girls to have tried all of that. I don’t think I’d even be able to get it up if you toldme to fuck you.”

“Then we won’t. I’d never ask that of you. And whatever I tell you to do, you can always say red. That will always apply.”

“Here is bossy Jake again.”

“You love bossy Jake.”

“Maybe I do.”

I did. I did love him. I just didn’t know how to tell him. So I kissed him instead. Wrapped him up in my arms and held him. Breathed into his hair, stroked his neck. The small hairs. The rise and dip along his spine. The clean smell of his skin.

“Go to sleep, Bastien. I’m right here.”

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