Page 34 of The Mission

“One hour before they go out. Let’s get the rest of the things we need.”

They made their way to the chalet, eatingBratkartoffel, thin, crispy slices of fried potatoes, and Arlo struggled to contain his annoyance that his family were still there when they got back. He was even more annoyed when Benedikt helped himself to a handful of his lunch.

“Buy your own,” Arlo told him.

“But your food always tastes better.”

Conrad handed his to Arlo. “You can finish mine.”

“See! Selfish brother!” Arlo gave them back to Conrad. “I’m fine. Benedikt’s just a pig.”

Arlo kept checking the time, ushering his family to get ready to go out. He even helped get the kids into their warm gear.

“Anyone would think you were desperate for us to leave,” Dieter said with a smirk.

Arlo glared. “We have presents to wrap.”

“But Santa does that,” said 4.

“Not the grown-ups’ presents,” Arlo told her, quick as a flash.

When they’d all gone, Arlo groaned. “I thought they’d never leave. What are you doing?”

“I’m going to wrap presents.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

Arlo let out a long whine. “Fine. Do them in my room and hide them in the bottom of the wardrobe. I’ll do mine in the lounge.”

When Arlo was ready to take his wrapped gifts into his bedroom, he knocked on the door. “Finished?”

“No but you can come in.”

Conrad was in his bed. His clothes were on the floor. Arlo heard a whimpering sound lurch from his throat and snapped it off. He stuffed his gifts in the wardrobe with Conrad’s and got in such a tangle taking off his clothes that he found himself hopping around with his T-shirt stuck over his face and a foot trapped in his trousers. Then Conrad got out of bed to help and the feel of him naked against him, along with the kisses he was landing all over Arlo’s face, sent Arlo’s heart racing.

They dropped onto the bed, still kissing, arms wrapped around each other, and Arlo’s head swam with lust. He didn’t want his lips away from Conrad’s but Conrad started to lick his way down his neck and that was…hot. Then lick down the centre of his body and that was…hotter.

“Oh God,” Arlo muttered.Oh God!

Licks and sucks around his navel were…hottest. Arlo was almost levitating. Words were spilling from his mouth but he didn’t think any of them made sense. His balls were in Conrad’s hand and he pressed them against Arlo’s body, pushing down at the base of his cock and Arlo’s breathing stuttered, only to stop when Conrad let go with his hands and took him in his mouth.

“What… What…” Arlo couldn’t speak or breathe or make sense.

Conrad’s hands slid under Arlo’s arse and held him in place.

Arlo looked down.Mistake.How could Conrad get so much in his mouth? Not that Arlo was saying he was huge, but… “Fuuuuck,” he gasped.

Conrad did magic with his tongue, with his lips, his fingers, his throat. Arlo couldn’t hold out. He’d maybe named ten of the controls on an Airbus before the inevitable happened and he came in a stormy torrent, his hips thrusting up, pushing his cock harder into Conrad’s mouth.

Arlo sank down, felt Conrad pull back to breathe, and then Conrad was holding him, petting him, kissing and stroking his face and Arlo clung on for bloody life. He felt like he’d landed on another planet. One with no air, but that was fine. He’d cope. He wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

It took a little while before his brain restarted. Forget trying to play it cool, or making some ill-advised joke about…Damn!He couldn’t even think of a joke. His mind had officially exploded.

“Okay?” Conrad whispered. “You’re too quiet.”

“Uh.”

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