“Not especially. I didn’t have a bed for ages, and I needed a reason to stop my sister buying me one, so I told her I was making my own. Eventually, I had to actually do it.”
“Why didn’t you have a bed?”
“Burned the old one.”
“Oh.” Zac didn’t have to ask why. What else would you do with the bed you’d shared with your dead husband? “I like this one. Is it solid?”
“See for yourself.”
Zac padded into the room and ran his hand over the rustic tree trunks that made up the bedframe. They felt sturdy enough—sturdy enough for fucking—and the finish was incredible. “I can’t believe you made this. I bet you knocked it up in an afternoon, didn’t you?”
Liam grinned guiltily. “Two, but it really wasn’t that hard. I hacked the trees down, sanded them, then bolted them together. Nothing epic.”
Zac rolled his eyes. “You’re talking to someone who can barely tie his shoelaces.”
“I don’t believe that.” Liam held out his hand and pulled Zac back to the door. “I reckon you can do amazing things. You just don’t know it yet.”
Zac would have to take Liam’s word for that, though he was pretty sure Liam had seen most of his skills already, unless he had a hankering for a Super Noodle sandwich. “What’s in there?”
Liam opened the second door, revealing a room that stopped Zac in his tracks. Jesus. If Zac had been fifteen—fuck it, ten—years younger, it would’ve been the coolest room in the world. Football wallpaper, Star Wars curtains, radio-controlled cars. Even the bunk beds had slides instead of ladders.
“My nephews,” Liam said by way of explanation. “They’re a bit wild, so I built this to stop them trashing the place when they’re here.”
Zac eyed the slide, ruing the fact that he was, alas, far too big for it. “It’d work for me.”
“Come with me, then. I’ve got another room you can play in.”
Zac was intrigued. There was only one door left on the landing, and he’d yet to see a bathroom. He wasn’t disappointed when Liam kicked open the final door, revealing a charcoal-grey wet room, complete with a double shower and a tub the size of a small swimming pool. “This is your bathroom?”
Liam shrugged, like it was nothing—though perhaps to him it was. “It actually came, in part, with the house. Some dude had already started renovating it when we bought it. Think he was some kind of playboy. We thought it was funny, so we kept it.”
The flashy bathroom was more like the Farringdon flat than the cosy barn, and didn’t feel like Liam at all, but Zac couldn’t deny the lure of that double shower.
He let go of Liam’s hand and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Liam raised a curious eyebrow but was silent as Zac stripped the rest of his clothes, though he did lick his lips when Zac hooked his thumbs into Liam’s belt loops and tugged him closer.
“I want to play,” Zac said. “Take your clothes off . . . please?”
“You do it.”
Fine by me. Zac unbuckled the canvas belt Liam wore around his trademark ripped jeans, belatedly noting that he was barefoot, like he had been at the flat, and that his toenails were spotlessly clean. How have I not noticed that before? Dirty feet were one of the worst parts of turning a trick for a grimy john.
Zac wanted to suck Liam’s toes, but he had other priorities and getting Liam naked was at the top. He stripped away Liam’s clothes and tossed them over his shoulder, then eased him back until Liam hit the tiled wall beneath the dinner plate–sized showerheads. “Turn it on.”
Liam smirked and reached behind him, pressing a button in the control panel built into the tiled wall. Cold water blasted them, but the temperature rose before Zac could react, warming until it was just right. “Hot enough?”
“It’ll do,” Zac said. “The rest is up to us.”
Without warning, he dropped to his knees and took Liam’s half-hard cock in his mouth. Liam gasped, and Zac grinned around his dick. Too often, he’d let Liam have the upper hand, tying him in knots before they’d truly got started, and pushing him embarrassingly close to the edge. Not this time.
He swallowed Liam whole, swirling his tongue around Liam’s dick as he worked his mouth up and down, cupping and squeezing Liam’s balls for good measure, all the while resisting the urge to touch his own cock. And it was a strong urge. He’d loved giving Liam head from that night in London, and the feeling hadn’t lessened since. Liam’s legs tensed, and his breath quickened, and Zac lost himself in every gasp and groan until Liam’s fingers tightened in Zac’s hair.
“Jesus, if you don’t stop now, I’m going to shoot my load before I fuck you.”
It was probably the only thing he could’ve said to persuade Zac to let Liam’s dick slide from his mouth with a wet pop. Giving Liam head was amazing, but getting fucked by him?
Yeah. No contest.
He got to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Where do you want me?”
