Page 45 of The Missing Ingredient

“Tom, the offer’s still on. My brother’s confirmed as many free tickets as we want to see him in the matinee today. It starts in about an hour’s time. Perfect antidote for this weather. I know you said you had to do your work thing, but I wondered if you’d thought any more about letting us take the girls to see the show?”

Tom faltered for a minute, but both Katie and Charlotte pounced on the idea.

“Yes, Daddy,” said Katie eagerly, her hands on his knees. “Please say yes.”

“We’ll have them back by five,” said Karen. “And I might even be able to get them backstage to meet my brother and the rest of the cast.”

“Pleeeaaaasssseee, Daddy,” said Charlotte, pulling on his trouser leg.

“If you’re absolutely sure,” said Tom. “I’d join you too, but I’ve got this call with the UK—”

“I know,” said Larry sympathetically. “But it’s their last day and all. And not only would they keep our Brad company, but I’m sure the last thing you need is having bored kids under your feet while you’re trying to do business.”

“Good point,” said Tom before turning to Marcus, a hint of a smile on his face. “And of course they can go.”

All of the kids began jumping up and down, yelping for joy. Even though the noise was deafening, Marcus’s look of surprise had Tom grinning broadly. Had he planned the whole thing so that they could be alone?

“But don’t you want to join them, Marcus?” asked Tom, milking the situation. “I mean, you’ve barely had any fun time at all.”

“No can do, mate,” said Marcus, returning a mock grimace. “I’m on call. Could be needed at a moment’s notice. So I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck with me for the afternoon.”

“That’s settled, then,” said Karen, rising from her seat. “We’ll all fit in one cab—if we can get one in this weather—and be in there in fifteen minutes. I’ll text my brother and tell him we’re on our way.”

As soon as the door closed on them, Marcus threw his arms around Tom’s neck and pecked him on the lips. “You crafty so-and-so. You orchestrated that, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” said Tom, nuzzling Marcus’s neck. “Seemed only fair that we finally get some time to ourselves. Agreed?”

“Isoagree.”

“Good. So let me get this conference call out of the way and then I’m all yours. Just give me a couple of minutes,” said Tom, releasing Marcus and disappearing into the main bedroom.

Marcus could not believe their luck. Whistling to himself, he kept busy by collecting the cups and mugs around the room and filling the sink with soapy water. While washing up, he sent up a silent prayer that Kurt would not call, that he and Tom could have some private time. When the bedroom door opened, Marcus continued cleaning.

“Marcus” came Tom’s deep voice.

When Marcus glanced around, Tom Bradford leaned against the doorjamb, naked except for a pair of brand-new white Calvin Klein briefs—an extremely well-loaded pair of briefs. Marcus dropped the mug he had been rinsing, his mouth falling open. Tom looked incredible, better than any model Marcus had ever seen—would have even given Fereddique a run for his money.

“Come on, baby. We’re on the clock,” said Tom, beckoning with his forefinger and backing into the bedroom.

“What about your conference call?” said Marcus, unbuttoning his jeans as he headed toward the bedroom.

“Canceled,” said Tom, pushing Marcus onto the bed and pulling the jeans off him. “We managed to cover everything yesterday. We’ve won another contract, so I’m celebrating too. Gonna be a shedload of work for the next six months, but at least we get to keep all our guys busy. Now get the hell naked, will you?”

As Marcus pulled the sweatshirt over his head, he noticed that Tom had already placed condoms and lube on the nightstand. Not that long since their first sexual encounter and Marcus already had Tom well trained. Tom had been about to pull down his own underpants, but Marcus swatted his hands away.

“My job,” said Marcus, slowly rolling them down Tom’s large hairy thighs, until Tom’s cock bounced out, fully engorged and ready for action.

Sitting on the side of the bed with Tom standing in front of him, Marcus took Tom in his mouth, wrapping a hand around the girth. In the short time they had been together, Marcus had learned a lot about Tom, what he enjoyed in bed and what really got his motor running. Above him, Tom’s breathing became raspy and—yes—when Marcus moved his hand up to Tom’s chest, his nipple was already as stiff as a metal bolt. After sucking both balls into his mouth and pumping the girth a couple of times, Marcus knew Tom would soon take the lead.

Today Marcus sensed an urgency in Tom, a hunger for gratification. Because of their short bursts of time together, this had become something mutual, but even so, Tom was not a selfish lover; he always made sure that Marcus came with him all the way. But today Marcus shared Tom’s need. Until Tom did something completely unexpected. Taking Marcus under the arms and lifting him back onto the bed, he climbed on top and straddled Marcus.

“Tom, what are you doing?” said Marcus.

“I want this. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. Sometimes I lie awake at night, use some lube, and put my fingers in there, wondering just how you’d feel inside me. Why? Don’t you want to?”

“Fuck, yes. Of course I want to. I just need to know you’re comfortable doing it.”

“Only one way to find out.”

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