“Please?” begged Tally. “Pretty, pretty, pretty please?” his blue eyes imploring.
“No,” Sam hissed through clenched teeth. Summoning every bit of willpower he had and calling on reserves he didn’t know he possessed, he rolled off of Tally and tried to move him but the young man refused to be budged, so Sam resorted to dragging him across the floor.
“Take me Sam, fill me, use me. Let’s have passionate sex all night long. Three times, no, four times! Let us drench the sheets with our love,” exclaimed Tally dramatically.
Sam couldn’t help his chuckle. “Are you going to be the one who washes all the love off the sheets?” he asked.
“I’ll do anything for you!” answered Tally, with great sincerity.
Sam huffed. Dragging Tally across the floor wasn’t working. With a great, determined heave, he pulled the young man to his feet. He pushed Tally the few steps to the bed and the young man collapsed onto it with a sigh.
“Sam! Take me! Rail me! I want your cock deep inside me, making me scream your name!” announced Tally as he splayed out on his back in a starfish position.
“Tally, shut up,” pleaded Sam. How the young man managed to be both utterly ridiculous and utterly enticing at the same time was beyond him. Sam wanted to both laugh at him, and ravish him. It was infuriating.
“Your cock filling me would stop me from talking,” whined Tally.
Sam shook his head in dismay and pulled off Tally’s shoes. Tally lifted up his head to stare at him. Excitement clear in his deep blue eyes.
“You’re undressing me?” he beamed.
“So you can go to sleep, like you are told,” said Sam, in his best stern voice, even though he wasn’t feeling very stern at all.
Tally pouted and dropped his head back down onto the bed. He practically radiated disappointment but didn’t object as Sam removed his trousers and pulled him up the bed before yanking the covers out from underneath him and tucking him up.
Sam could tell that Tally had surrendered and Sam was shocked at the level of his own regret and disappointment. And then ashamed of himself. What the hell was wrong with him? He needed to get a grip.
Sam went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. He brought it to Tally, who hauled himself up on his elbows to take it.
“Drink,” ordered Sam.
Tally smiled at him happily and drank the water. Sam took the empty glass and tucked him back up.
“Now go to sleep.”
“Yes, Sam,” agreed Tally, and closed his eyes. Doing as he was told. Sam shivered from the thrill of satisfaction that ran through him and realized he was doomed. It was only a matter of time before his willpower ran out. He wanted Tally. Wanted him a lot. Couldn’t have him. Shouldn’t have him. Absolutely could not throw him out onto the streets. What the hell was he going to do?
Sam refilled the glass and placed it on the bedside cabinet. Tally looked like he was already fast asleep. Sighing, Sam turned off the light and went to work.
Chapter 11
Thenextmorning,heslipped out of bed without waking Tally. He was astonished that the young man was still asleep. He washed, dressed and ate breakfast, but Tally still hadn’t stirred. He looked so peaceful that Sam couldn’t bear to wake him, especially as he’d likely be waking to a raging hangover. So he left him a note instead.
Feeling strangely reluctant to be on his own, he headed downstairs to do a stock take. He soon settled into the routine task and hummed happily under his breath. He hadn’t felt this good for a long time. Like everything was fine with the world and he was exactly where he should be.
He looked up as the back door slammed. It was just Felix, coming to practice. He nodded a greeting at the dancer and got back to work. Sam knew the young man did not like to talk and preferred to be alone.
A little while later, Sam heard footsteps on the stairs and realized it was Tally coming to join him. Sam found himself grinning and his heart doing strange little flip-flops. He hadn’t seen Tally awake since yesterday evening and it felt like far too long ago.
Tally walked into the bar, looked straight at Sam and gave a dazzling smile that lit up his whole face. He rushed over and threw his arms around Sam, and squeezed tightly. He didn’t seem the slightest bit worse for wear. Sam wondered if it was the copious amount of sleep or his youth. Either way, he was jealous.
Sam held his clipboard and pen out of the way before fumbling to put them down on the bar, so he could return the hug. Tally really did give the best cuddles. Sam couldn’t get enough of them.
After a while, far too soon in Sam’s opinion, Tally stepped back, still grinning. The young man turned and saw Felix on the stage. Before Sam knew what was happening, Tally was making a beeline for the dancer.
Sam winced and held out his hand, as if he could somehow pull Tally back, even though the young man was long out of his reach. Too far away and far too close to Felix.
“Tally! No, he’s not very… friendly,” he whispered, stupidly hoping Tally would hear him, but Felix would not.
