Page 49 of Daily Grind
“Same.” Rob tangled his hands into Brian’s hair.
He wanted sweet moments. The laughter and the enjoyment of sharing each other’s days. But these? The hot and heavy ones? He craved those right now. “We should move this into another room.”
Brian opened space between them. “I’d say show me the way, but I know the layout of this house, unless you moved the master bedroom.”
Rob chuckled. “No. I did steal that tiny room next to the master bath, though.” He slid his hands to Brian’s shoulders and stole a quick kiss. “Come up and I’ll show you what I’ve done.”
Brian’s fiery desire was there, especially in the way he slid his hand over Rob’s arse again—someone had a fixation—but he nodded. “Expand the bathroom?”
“Mmm-hmm. Added a closet, as well.” Room for his suits, plus a few playthings and his porn collection—that needed to be kept from prying eyes when he hosted the required dinner parties. He grabbed Brian’s wandering hand and pulled him toward the stairs.
When they reached the top, Brian stared at the hardwood floor. “Did you put down wood? This was carpet.”
“No. All of this was under that hideous olive thing.” He’d also had the gold and green wallpaper stripped from the hall and had it repainted a tasteful, if slightly on-the-nose lavender.
Brian’s ardor had abated. He walked like a cat into the master bedroom, all tiptoes and careful movements. “Well, shit. You’ve done a lot.”
Rob wrapped his arms around Brian and kissed the nape of his neck. “Mostly I paid people. But yes. I pretty much redid the whole house.” Especially the bedroom. There’d been carpet here, too. Tan shag that should have been ripped out in the ’80s. The previous owner may have been lovely, but she hadn’t had very good taste. There’d been wallpaper. Golden flowers. And she’d painted over the dark wood moldings.
A travesty. He’d paid quite a bit to have that undone.
“It’s like a whole new house.” Brian headed for the bath.
“Or a proper old one.” He kept a hand on Brian’s back as they moved, letting it slide down to brush against Brian’s arse. After all, that was only fair.
As if he’d sensed Rob’s thought, Brian spun and kissed him. Rob’s back hit the wall and Brian’s mouth was on his again.
God, that body. The tight biking gear seemed to accentuate Brian’s powerful arms and shoulders and his trim frame. Rob slid his hands down Brian’s back.
The bulge that contained his thick cock ground against Rob’s dick. “Maybe the bathroom can wait.” Brian scraped teeth over Rob’s jaw.
“Slate shower built for two.” He tilted his head to give Brian more access to his neck while curling his fingers tight into Brian’s locks.
“So what you’re saying…” Brian found the edge of Rob’s shirt and yanked it up. “…is we should get naked and wet?”
Over his head went his shirt and landed somewhere near the bed. “Get clean, then dirty.”
Brian lips hovered near his. “I like how you think.” His mouth closed on Rob’s as Brian slid his hands up Rob’s chest and teased his nipples.
Legs turned to jelly, but it didn’t matter since he was pressed against the wall by Brian’s unrelentingly hard body. He moaned into Brian’s mouth.
Everything was bright and sharp. The contrast between the dark wood and light walls, the tang of Brian’s flesh, the blond of his hair framing his brown eyes. The room smelled of their sweat. “This isn’t the bathroom,” he whispered between kisses.
“You’re not naked yet.” Brian stepped back, his fingers tucking into Rob’s waistband.
“Neither are you.”
Brian didn’t answer. He yanked Rob forward and into his arms. Next thing he knew, he was being carried into the bathroom. Quite a feat, given he had a few inches on Brian.
It took his breath away. Little sparks went off at the back of his head and an ache in his heart had taken up residency. He tried to etch their laughter, their smiles, and kisses into his memory as Brian spun him around and around.
These were moments he wanted always. Better than photographs, more powerful thananything.
Brian set him down on the tile floor of the bathroom. “Thisisnice.”
He’d kept the old claw-foot tub to soak in, but it wasn’t practical for everyday use. The shower, however, was—and more. Large and slate, it had a rainfall showerhead and side jets.
While Brian eyed it appreciatively, Rob moved behind him and grasped the bottom of Brian’s shirt and returned the favor. That piece of clothing landed somewhere outside the bathroom. He had Brian’s biking shorts down to his knees a moment later.
