Page 44 of The Fete of Summer

Nathan pulled away and stared incredulously at Jaymes.

“There is absolutely no way I’m going to be able to sleep. Not until I’ve expended a good deal of pent-up energy. What do you suggest?”

“Go for a run?” said Jaymes, smirking playfully.

“I’m thinking more along the lines of a blow job,” said Nathan, rubbing their erections together.

With a growl, Jaymes lifted Nathan from the floor, threw him over his shoulder, and clumped up the stairs. In the bedroom, he carefully unloaded Nathan onto the mattress and proceeded to climb on top. Face to face, unhurriedly now, they began to undress each other, helping each other by shifting their body weight to allow an item of clothing to be entirely removed. Eventually, when both lay naked alongside each other, Jaymes kissed him before letting his mouth and hands explore Nathan’s body. Without pausing for breath, Jaymes swallowed Nathan’s cock, his tongue working him hard, while a hand squeezed his balls before sliding around to his backside, a finger stroking around his crack. Nathan already felt his orgasm building, but when Jaymes pulled his mouth away and instead focused his tongue’s attention on his backside, spreading the cheeks wide with his hands, Nathan felt his control slip away. At the first swipe, Nathan surrendered to the sensation, but when Jaymes buried his face into him, his tongue working wildly, rabidly, a fierce climax ripped through Nathan. Jaymes seemed as surprised as Nathan, because he stopped what he was doing to watch before concentrating on the head of Nathan’s cock and lapping up everything Nathan had spilt.

“I think somebody needed that,” said Jaymes, giving Nathan a salty kiss.

“You have no idea. But what about you?”

“Hmm. I’m looking forward to being inside you again.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Jaymes took his time preparing and fucking Nathan. When he finally began the erratic to-and-fro thrust for home, Nathan’s erection had returned, and he came a second time moments after Jaymes.

“It’s almost ten. We need to sleep.”

Nathan reluctantly agreed, relaxing against Jaymes’ body. Jaymes was right. Nathan would need to rise depressingly early to get ready for Arthur and his son. Nevertheless, he breathed out an irritated sigh.

“Your cousin is a total passion killer, you know that?”

“She wasn’t to know. Are you annoyed?”

“Not really. There’ll be plenty of other times. I’m enjoying having you here in my bed.”

“Ditto. Breakfast at five-thirty? Once you’ve finished helping downstairs? I’ve bought blueberries, yoghurt and oatmeal.”

“Are you sure? You can stay in bed if you want.”

“Nope. We breakfast together. New rule. Now let’s sleep.”

Which is what they did. Nathan rose just before one on Monday morning, sliding carefully out of bed so as not to wake Jaymes. However, this time, once he’d done his usual routines and made sure Arthur and his son had everything they needed, he slipped back upstairs, set his alarm for five and climbed back into bed. As promised, they shared breakfast as Nathan savoured his new—albeit temporary—reality.

* * * *

At seven on Monday evening, Nathan heard the door slam downstairs. He’d just emerged from the bathroom after a customary shower, a towel wrapped round his waist.

“Honey, I’m home,” came the now-familiar voice from belowstairs.

Nathan chuckled. Jaymes’ slow, deliberate footsteps clomping on the stairs halted him, a moment of delicious anticipation at seeing the man he shared a bed with, a man he was allowed to touch and kiss and savour, a man he had been thinking about all day. As Jaymes entered the room, he slowed, his smile slipping, his eyes widening, taking in Nathan’s state of undress. Nathan’s pulse raced at the instantaneous reaction. Dropping the bag from his shoulder and absently throwing papers onto the table, Jaymes strode over to Nathan and almost knocked him off his feet, crushing him into an embrace.

“Fuck! I’ve been thinking about you naked all day. And here you are, like an unexpected Christmas present. Do you always shower after your day in the shop?”

“Pretty much.”

“Then I am well and truly fucked. I’m not normally a creature of habit, but this I could get used to.”

“Hmm,” said Nathan, nuzzling Jaymes’ neck but jumping as a hand crept beneath the rim of his towel and softly squeezed his balls. After letting out a gentle sigh, Nathan inhaled Jaymes’ bodily scent of leaf, earth and manual work. Yes, thought Nathan, he could definitely get used to making a habit of this kind of stress relief at the end of a busy day.

* * * *

Tuesday evening, as Nathan stood under the shower, he thought he heard the front door slam and lowered the water pressure so he could listen better. Confirming his suspicions, he heard the sound of running footsteps on the stairs, punctuated by a sudden crash, a string of expletives in Jaymes’ distinctive voice, followed by more hastened footsteps. When the door to the bathroom burst open, Jaymes had already removed his boots, shirt and most of his jeans and hopped on one foot, trying to remove a thick wooden sock.

“You started without me!” he said in a mock petulant voice.

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