Page 56 of The Best of Times
“Which is?”
Even in the midst of a crisis, Aron appreciated the sight of Paul standing there totally naked. His body was almost irresistible.
“That we’re sleeping together.”
Paul rubbed his stubbly chin. “That sounds very plural to me. Mr Wimpole, do you intend to press your luck with me again?”
Damn!
“I haven’t made up my mind yet,” Aron replied, folding his arms. “It was an insurance plural in case I do.”
“Crafty.”
“Anyway, we can’t mess about. Granny will be ready for war before noon. I’d better go first and try and calm her.”
Paul nodded. “Seems fair. My Dad is probably still asleep.”
“Yeah right,” Aron said. “Granny would not go through this alone. No, he’ll be throwing his tweed uniform on as we speak and dashing round. Oh, he’s texted you as well.”
Paul retrieved his phone from his trouser pocket. “Only eighteen times. Bloody hell. What should I do?”
“Go straight home. I’ll come and get you once I’ve calmed Granny down.”
“Fine.”
Aron began to pick his strewn clothes up. Paul snuck up behind him, pressing his cock against Aron’s ass.
“I’m looking forward to making this plural,” he whispered in Aron’s ear.
He pushed against Paul’s body, revelling in their body heat mingling. Paul slid his arms around Aron’s waist and nuzzled his neck.
“Me too,” Aron murmured. “Now scoot. I may like your penis but I fear my grandmother more.”
Aron replayed Paul’s words over in his head as he half walked and half ran home. Was he about to make what happened last night plural?
Probably.
He couldn’t forget the feel of Paul’s smooth skin so easily. They were right when they were together. Especially in bed.
He walked onto Queens Crescent and bumped straight into Alexander and Zac.
“Whoa,” Zac cried out. “Calm down, Roadrunner. Where’s the fire?”
“Sorry,” Aron replied.
He leant on some railings to steady himself.
“Now, Zac, my love,” Alexander said. “What do we have here? Aron Wimpole coming home in the clothes he wore to the party if I’m not mistaken.”
Of all the people, it had to be Alexander out for a morning stroll. What happened to him making a hangover to end all hangovers?
“What are you two doing up at this hour? Is this what happens when you get loved up? Going for a walk instead of other activities?”
“Never answer a question with a question.”
Zac draped his arm around Alexander’s shoulder. “Down, boy. It might be none of our business.”
“I like this man,” Aron said. “He talks sense.”
