I return my hand to his cock before he’s had a chance to breathe as deeply as he’d like, and he bucks into the tight clench of my fist, whining. I get him to the edge again, and he elbows me, his signal he needs to breathe.
Grinning, I stroke once more, nearly taking him over before I release him.
“I hate you,” he says, panting.
“I can stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he says, taking a final deep, deep breath.
This time I don’t play around. I stroke him hard, needing to see him spend as much as he needs the release. Within seconds, cum rockets from his pretty cock and he melts against me. I hold his softening shaft for a few more seconds just because I can.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he breathes out as I let him go.
The timing could not be better because there’s a knock at the front door.
“That’ll be Bram with the chickens,” he says dreamily, sucking on my nipple before pulling me down for a kiss.
We quickly rinse and dry off. I wrap my towel around my waist and send his little naked butt to our room. Bram isn’t surprised when I open the door wearing just a towel.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt your homecoming tradition, but Nacho and I have been waiting in the car, and we need to get these chickens started.”
I laugh, not sure if I should be disturbed or warmed by the fact our friends know us so well. I decide it’s a good thing. I let them in, grinning at the two enormous chickens he brings in with him. He roasts them at home, then finishes them off in our oven for a crispy skin. He’s told me how to make the perfect roast chicken before, but frankly, I’d rather let him do the honors.
“Why so many chickens?” I ask as Nacho brings in two more. It’s a good thing we have a double oven.
“Javier said Ant had a big announcement, so he invited the family over.”
Gael informed me that I am officially part of the family, whether I like it or not, and that makes me so proud I can hardly stand it.
I’m about to close the door behind Nacho after his third trip to the car when a perfectly manicured hand lands on the door.
“Erik, old chap, hope you don’t mind,” Tolly says, looking me up and down. “Was in the area and thought I’d pop in.”
“I notice you tend topop inon Fridays,” I say, raising my brows.
“It’s a lovely tradition,” Tolly says, adjusting his collar as red flashes up his neck, “and Bram makes the best roast chicken on the planet.”
“Yeah, Tolls.That’swhy you show up here on Friday nights,” I tease, smirking. “As it happens, you’re in luck. The Hernández family will be joining us as well.”
“Oh. Well. That is a good bit of luck. I’ll get the second leaf,” he says, going to the storage closet with a bit too much familiarity.
I don’t mind it, not one bit.
I do love our smaller dinners though. By comparison, it was damn near cozy when we had Trip and Sam over last Friday while their kids stayed with Wyatt and Desi.
I realize, belatedly, that I’m still wearing just a towel, so I excuse myself and get changed while Ant finishes doing his hair. I put mine back in a simple ponytail, and he grins, lightly tugging on it.
“I love your hair so much,” he says, playing with a loose piece.
“Yeah?” I ask, pulling out the folding step stool from between our dresser and the wall, popping it open for him.
We laugh as he steps up, though we use it often because I fucking love putting my arms around him.
“Yeah,” he answers, twirling a strand around his finger. “It’s the prettiest brown, and you can tell you love the sun. It’s the first thing I noticed about you—after your height.”
I stitch my brows together. “How did I not know that?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I kept my hair long for over a year.”
