Page 76 of Havoc
“We should have come next week during AGSW. I didn’t think about it when I suggested we come this week.”
Lawrence suggested that weekend because it fell between both of their birthdays. Remy’s on the fifth, and Lawrence’s on the eighth.
“We can come back next week.”
“Maybe for the weekend, but you know we’ll both be busy when we return to work.”
“True,” Remy responded. “If we don’t return, I’ll bring you next year.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
There was a knock on the door, and Remy released him to answer it. They stayed at a bed and breakfast beside the slopes and decided to order from their kitchen. Lawrence migrated to one of the armchairs and took a seat. His boyfriend placed the tray on the table between the two armchairs and took the other one.
They ate their dinner, Lawrence stealing bites of Remy’s now and then since it had been his second option. Both options were delicious, and he wondered if they’d give him the recipe for one of the side dishes he ordered.
“I have something for you after dinner,” Remy stated.
Lawrence tilted his head with a raised brow. “If it’s something other than your dick, we’re going to have a problem. We agreed since Christmas was a couple of weeks ago, we wouldn’t get each other anything for our birthdays.”
“No, we said we wouldn’t give each other anything over the top.”
He tried to reflect on the conversation but couldn’t recall the exact words. Remy could have been correct, but Lawrence was almost positive he’d stated they shouldn’t get each other anything and spend the time together, especially since they’d spent so much on each other for Christmas. While he knew he’d gotten a steal on the shoes he bought, it did take a chunk out of the annual bonus he’d been saving from the previous year.
“What if I told you I didn’t spend much on it?”
“That isn’t going to make me feel better, considering we have two different definitions of not spending a lot.”
Remy chuckled as he pushed his plate towards Lawrence for the last bite. “I promise it falls into your definition.”
Lawrence hummed as he finished their food. Regardless of what Remy bought him, he knew he would love and appreciate it. He didn’t need expensive gifts to know his boyfriend cared about him. Spending uninterrupted time together was enough for him. However, over the past several months since their conversation, he tried to understand that Remy enjoyed buying and doing things for him. It came with being with him. It was his love language, and Lawrence wouldn’t take that from him.
“I’m going to shower.”
“You don’t want company?”
“As enticing as having you join me sounds, I think you can wait a little longer,” Lawrence responded.
“I’m sure I can find the patience. You get in the shower, and I’ll call and have this picked up.” Remy leaned across the table and kissed him.
“Thank you, baby.”
He rose from his seat and entered the bathroom, stripping as the water heated. He stepped into the glass shower, deciding to use Remy’s shower gel since he enjoyed how it smelled. Lawrence knew that he could buy himself some, but he enjoyed the way it smelled on his boyfriend more, the way it rubbed from the other man’s body onto his when they rolled around in the sheets. He only used it now and again, and tonight, he wanted to be surrounded and overwhelmed by the scent of Remy.
When he finished his shower, he dried off before wrapping the towel around his waist and brushing his teeth. He entered the bedroom to find Remy stripped to his boxers, their dinner plates and tray cleared.
“It’s all yours,” Lawrence stated as he went to his suitcase.
Once alone in the bedroom, he grabbed the peach-flavored lubricant, one of Remy’s favorites, and lay on the bed. He decided to spend the time his boyfriend would be in the shower prepping himself. Lawrence had been waiting all day to get what he wanted. There had been something about watching Remy go down the slopes, something about him teaching and helping Lawrence that turned him on.
He was three fingers in, soft moans dripping from his lips as he fingered himself open when he heard Remy’s voice. He hadn’t realized he’d exited the bathroom.
“Are you trying to do my job, baby?”
Lawrence looked at him. “Not at all.” He slowly removed his fingers. “I was getting warmed up for you.”
Remy smirked at him as he moved to the end of the bed. “So considerate. Turn over for me.”
Lawrence did as requested, and no sooner than he was in position, Remy was spreading his cheeks and diving tongue first. The moan that slipped out of him filled the room, and he hoped there wasn’t anyone occupying the rooms next to them.
