Page 140 of Hold On

Dominic laughed. “Not this again. It’s a miracle we ever decide on anything.”

“We’re decisive in bed. Well…you are. Sometimes.”

Ren pecked him on the cheek and spun away towards the oven as Dominic tried to swat him.

“Don’t open the door,” Dominic called.

“I’m just looking.” At least the cakes were rising.

He went back to Dominic.

“Maybe we could live closer to Asquith?” Ren looked at him closely. Dominic didn’t always give himself away but Ren caught the slight flare in his eyes. “I mean, Col is always going to live there. We could look for a place near the sea. Get a mortgage. Buy instead of rent. What do you think?”

“I’d like that. Though we’d need a deposit and I’m not sure how big a mortgage we’d get.”

“I’m not going to be happy unless we have a pool, a hot tub, a gym, a media room, a red room of pain, a sauna—”

“Now I know you’re fibbing. You hate saunas.”

“There are lots of things I do like though.” Ren pulled Dominic’s T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He dropped his mouth to Dominic’s nipple, running his tongue around it, smiling when he felt Dominic quiver.

“Your cakes will be done in a minute.” Dominic’s voice was hoarse.

“One minute? Plenty of time then. At least for you to come anyway.” Ren unfastened Dominic’s jeans and pulled them and his boxers down, then dropped to his knees. “Step out of them.”

Dominic did.

“How long have you been hard?” Ren smiled up at him.

“Since you screamed. You should be worried.”

Ren gave a snort of laughter, then licked along the length of him, tip to balls, his head fogging with the taste and the sensation of warm, solid flesh gliding over his tongue. He took as much of Dominic’s cock into his mouth as he could, then slowly pulled back.

“Oh God,” Dominic groaned. “I don’t know how you manage that without even working up to it.”

Ren licked over the bead of precome that was forming and his mouth watered. He winced as Dominic tugged at his hair but it wasn’t to stop him. Dominic was pushing him in. Every breathy moan that slipped from Dominic’s mouth wound Ren tighter. His cock was pressing at his jeans, reminding him it was hard too. He hadn’t intended…

But Dominic was pulling Ren’s T-shirt off, tugging him to his feet and a moment later, Ren was naked. He grabbed a breath while Dominic stepped to the window and lowered the blind.

“I wonder if the little old lady across the road sighs with disappointment when we do that,” Ren said. “Though she will have got a good view of your bits. Probably bought binoculars so she doesn’t miss a thing.”

Dominic chuckled, pulled open the drawer at his side and pulled out lube.

“I thought you were nuts when you put those tubes all over the flat,” Dominic whispered in Ren’s ear. “Now I think you’re brilliant.”

“You haven’t found them all yet.”

“I thought the guy reading the electricity meter had found the last one?”

“No.”

Dominic groaned. “So how do you want this, Ren? Me inside you or you inside me? Or do you have one of those 365 positions in mind?”

“Mr Scott inside Mr Hammond. In the living room. On the couch. With no condom.” He laughed. “I wish that was on Cluedo.”

“Maybe we should make our own version.” Dominic’s eyes sparkled. “How many minutes before the cakes are ready?”

Ren growled. “I want to say fuck the cakes but…” He leaned over to check the clock. “Loads of time.”

---