“Yes.”
Newt headed back downstairs. He picked out a few books and took them up to show River. He’d probably already read them so…
From the ones he’d brought up, River picked outThe Giverby Lois Lowry.
“Have you read it?”
“Yes.”
Newt sat in bed next to him and River shuffled closer and put his arm around him. Newt’s heart skipped a beat. “Can you recognise any words?”
“No.”
Newt didn’t read what was in front of him. He made it up.“Roman pulled back and slammed forward hard. He’d only meant to do that once to teach Ezra a lesson but it felt so perfect, he did it again, and again. The tight clasp of Ezra’s backside dragged him on until he was moving faster and faster, almost out of control.He clung onto Ezra’s narrow hips and pounded into him, each thrust more perfect than the last.
“Oh fuck,” Ezra gasped. “Can you go faster?”
“You’ll take off if I do.”
River laughed. “You…fuck.”
Newt didn’t think he’d seen River laugh so hard.
“Now the actual book. I’ll read slowly and use this bookmark to show you the line I’m reading.” Newt took a deep breath. “It was almost December…”
Within a few pages he was riveted. It was a children’s book but he guessed the message was for adults too. He began to stop occasionally and see if River could read any words. Sometimes he could. He recognisedJonas,the name of the main character.
When Newt’s voice started to crack, he finished the page and put the bookmark in place.
“Do you want me to get some easier books for you?”
“No.”
Dare he tease him? “Sure about that? How about Meg and Mog? Stick in a Dick? Cock in a Sock?”
River rolled over, pinned him down and growled.
“The Tiger who came to Tea? The Elephant who said No? The Sexy Adventures of Roman and Ezra? Oh. Oohhh.”
River was kissing his way down Newt’s chest. Newt couldn’t have spoken then, even if he’d wanted to. He was overwhelmed by the sensation of River tracing gentle, rambling patterns on his skin using his tongue and his fingertips. When he paused every now and again to suck or tug with his teeth, Newt added not being able to think to his issues.
His boxers were being pulled slowly down, dragging against his erection, sending tremors whispering through him.River nipped at his hip bone, exhaled over his cock and Newt stopped breathing. Fingers tightened around the base of his dick and Newt whimpered.Oh God.That pathetic sound was probably all he was going to manage. River slid his thumb over the wetness at the crest of his dick, rubbing it back and forth until Newt was reduced to a trembling mess. Only River’s tight hold at the bottom of his shaft had stopped him from coming.
River crawled back up the bed and lay on top of him. He held himself up on his forearms and chuffed. Newt made the sound back. “Tiger pals.”
“Yes.”
Newt ran his hands slowly down River’s back, spread them around his waist, and onto his arse before he tugged River down harder. Their hips were lodged together, trapping their cocks between them. River groaned and ground against him. Newt dug his fingers into River’s backside, his fingertips edging into the seam of his arse. River’s mouth met his and the kiss was hot and hard, and grew hotter and harder as they rocked and rutted.
Perfect pressure, perfect speed, exquisite sensation… River flexed into him and Newt pulled him down. Their kisses faltered as they struggled for air, but their hips kept moving as they meshed themselves together.Yes, yes, yeeessss.They came at almost the same time, gasping into each other’s mouths, wetness spreading between them as their hearts raced. River slumped boneless on top of him.
“Dead?” Newt asked.
“Yes. Bad tiger.”
Which made Newt laugh.
The physio came again the next morning. This time,Newt didn’t bother staying to watch the session. He was sure River would tell him if there were any problems. He checked the postbox. No mail. But the Amazon delivery was there.
