“Me going down on you?”
He nods stiffly.
“Anything you want.” I peck his lips. “Remember your safe words.”
“I will.”
I lift the quilt and slip under it, working my way down the bed until my head is in line with his crotch. I drop the quilt, surrounding myself in darkness. I savour being close to him and feeling the warm softness of his skin and hearing the crazy thud of his heart. I press my face against his groin and inhale. He stiffens and breathes in sharply. I stay still, waiting for him to relax, hoping he will.
He does. Slowly.
I put my hand around the base of his cock, push myself up onto my elbow, and then lick his slit. He shudders and sucks in a breath.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers.
I pause to give him a chance to safe-word if he wants to. When I’m sure enough time has passed, I close my lips around the head of his cock and flick my tongue back and forth. Callan groans and arches his back. I smile and hum around his shaft.
“Rory!”
I bob my head up and down his length, touching my lips against my fist before slowly pulling up again. I suck as I trace patterns on his shaft with my tongue. My beard rubs against his inner thigh every time I take him deep. He groans and moans. His fingers tangle into my hair and rest there, not trying to stop or guide me, just holding on. I use my other hand to roll his balls and squeeze them gently. When they pull up, I pause and simply hold his cock in my mouth. He lets out a frustrated whimper. I chuckle and then go back to sucking him off faster than before. I want him to come this time. I want him to come undone because of me. My heart ricochets as his pants and groans become more desperate. Then his balls draw up again, and his cock twitches in my mouth. Hot cum hits the roof of my mouth and drips down my throat. I swallow and lick his slit until every salty drop is gone, and Callan’s cock is going soft.
I let the head of his cock pop free of my mouth, wipe the mix of saliva and cum from my chin, and then work my way back up the bed until I’m lying by his side. He’s sweating and quivering as he stares at the ceiling. His hands clutch the quilt up to his neck. I kiss his temple and stroke his damp hair.
“How was that?” I ask.
“Amazing.” He licks his lips. “Different.” He squeezes his eyes shut as he barks out a laugh. “I think you’ve given my thigh beard rash.”
I join him in happy laughter. “Is that a problem?”
He shakes his head. “It’s strangely nice.” His gaze finds mine, and he skims his fingers over my cheekbone. “Thank you.” He rolls onto his side and grasps my dick. “I can’t suck you off.” He grimaces. “Maybe I should have said that before.”
“You don’t need to.” I groan as he strokes his hand up my shaft.
“But I can do this,” he whispers. “Let me?”
I nod. “With pleasure.”
21
CALLAN
The next few days pass in a blur of not much sleep, dirty nappies, and sweet snuggles—with Aidan when he’s awake and with Rory when the baby is sleeping. I text Niamh daily, letting her know how Aidan is. I send photos too. She replies with ‘thank you’, making my heart ache. Rory’s housemates have been fantastic. All of them have taken turns cuddling or feeding the baby. I know I’m lucky to be surrounded by such extraordinary guys. It’s making taking care of Aidan easier than it would have been if I were alone.
It’s Saturday. Aidan is just over a week old, and he’s been giving us lots of windy smiles. I know they’re not real smiles, but I love seeing them. He’s a generally happy baby. Yes, he lets us know when he’s hungry or needs a nappy change, often at the top of his lungs, but other than that, he’s content.
“Morning,” Hendrix says as he flits into the kitchen, wearing a flouncy, feminine dressing gown, boxer shorts with hearts, and fluffy slippers.
I’m cuddling Aidan while Rory makes us breakfast.
“Morning,” we both reply.
Hendrix sits next to me and strokes Aidan’s hair. “I was thinking.”
“Sounds dangerous,” Rory says as he butters toast.
Hendrix gives him a petulant look. “I could babysit this morning while you two get sexy. Or kinky. Whatever it is you want to do.”
“Or sleep?” I say.
