“Llywelyn Jones, are you asking me out?” James asked. I felt my ears and cheeks heat up.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
“Well,” he replied. “That sounds good to me, partner.”
13
Epilogue
James
My alarm rang, for the first time in weeks, before either Llywelyn or I had woken. I reached over to my phone and switched it off, stretching and smiling. Today was the day.
The sun was streaming through the windows of my flat - my flat, though in all honesty, it was more of a base for renovations. I had bought a bed, TV and a freezer for food but otherwise spent most of my time living between Nain’s and Llywelyn’s. I had been putting far more effort into renovating the cafe and getting set up as a permanent resident of Hiraeth than I had into the living space above the cafe. Llywelyn and I had only ever stayed in the flat on nights where we had worked on renovations so late into the night that we could imagine nothing worse than the drive back to his cottage…or on the nights where painting and DIY had transitioned to horniness before we could get back to his. But last night had been the night before we opened up, andwe had both fallen into bed with thoughts of nothing but to get rested.
Though the cafe was primarily on my mind, so was something else…I looked over at Llywelyn where he lay, breathing heavily. I marvelled at his face, hair and beard messy from going to sleep fresh from a shower. I moved the covers down slightly. My eyes drank in his body, one I didn’t want any less than the first second I had clapped eyes on it. Curly dark hair ran across his chest and down his stomach. His shoulders and arms were defined not like a bodybuilder but it was obvious he worked hard for a living. The last three months had proven to me that Llywelyn wasn’t just a fling, and our feelings for each other had deepened. I was still a bit scared of saying the ‘l’ word first, but I knew it would come in time. I reached one hand out to stroke Llywelyn’s arm. Once I had reached his hand, I moved across to his stomach and downward. I was surprised when I didn’t encounter a waistband, just more skin. I lifted the bedding further and looked down. Someone had obviously collapsed into bed after his shower naked and I’d been too tired to even notice.
I could rectify that. I kissed at his neck, then trailed further kisses across his beard to his mouth.
“Oh, this is what we’re doing?” Llywelyn said groggily. He opened his eyes and looked deep into mine. “Do we have time?”
“Such a romantic,” I said. “I’ll make it quick.”
I kissed him for a moment longer then crawled on top of him, snaking my arm between us to hold our cocks together. “Fuck, you know I like it like that.” Llywelyn squirmed underneath me and I used my other hand to hold him down at the base of his throat. I gave a few slow and gentle tugs which made him moan and wriggle even more.
“Keep still,” I whispered. Llywelyn, as ever, did not listen. I started tugging faster and harder, both heads slick with precum that made the experience even better. I leaned down again tokiss Llywelyn. “You love it when I’m in charge,” I said right into his ear, one hand still tugging and the other squeezing at his throat. It had taken a couple of months for Llywelyn to come out of his shell and try many new things, but this was something he had taken to.
“You think so?” In one swift movement, Llywelyn reminded me that I was neverreallythe one in charge by grabbing my arms and flipping us so he was the one on top. He pushed my legs upwards and apart and rutted against my hole. “You know what I want and what I like.”
“Yes,” I replied. When Llywelyn took control I struggled to speak. He grabbed my hard cock and jerked it as he continued to push against my hole, the slick head never quite going in but still giving him pleasure and me the feel of complete submission. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but when Llywelyn pushed down on my chest and leaned down to take my mouth I ended up spilling out all over his hand. Within seconds he had finished all over my arse and then collapsed on top of me in a heap.
“Well, that was a nice morning surprise,” he said.
“You’re telling me. I was not expectingthat.” I wriggled out from beneath him and grabbed at a t-shirt on the floor to mop up.
“Come on,cariad, let’s get you cleaned up for the day ahead.” Llywelyn stood up and held his hand out for me. I took it and got out of bed and we walked together to the bathroom with the little shower cubicle just off the bedroom.
We showered together, as we had many times before. The little shower cubicle was a tighter space than Llywelyn’s bath back at the cottage but we made it work anyway. Another alarm went off in the other room and I grinned up at Llywelyn, the water dripping off his beard as he lathered himself up.
“It really is today, isn’t it?”
“Well, today is today, yes. That’s how it works.” Llywelyn smiled and I splashed some water back in his face.
“Don’t be sassy,” I replied. “That’s my job.”
I stepped out of the shower, leaving Llywelyn to wash his much bigger and furrier body. I dried off and checked myself in the mirror quickly. I’d gained a little bit of weight — happiness weight, Nain called it — over the intervening 3 months and had relaxed into a style of comfortable clothes far removed from the ones I wore in my office job. I picked out a soft burgundy jumper I’d knit myself and a plain white shirt and some jeans, perfect for the slightly colder April sun. I was looking forward to spending my first spring and summer in Hiraeth. With the weather already heating up, there had been plenty of chances to take Dinky for long walks along the beach and for us as a couple to take long walks along the cliffside.
I heard the bathroom door open behind me and Llywelyn enveloped me in his big arms, wetting the shirt I’d already pulled over my head. “Twat,” I muttered playfully as I perved on him getting dressed in front of me. “God, I want that ass,” I muttered to myself, just loud enough for him to hear.
“I’m working on it,” he replied. “Til then you’ll just have to put up with me using yours.”
“However will I cope? “ I grinned. He smiled back.
“Almost nine o clock,” he said as he pulled his jeans on. “Are we ready?”
I didn’t know whenIhad becomewein this whole process, but I had zero complaints. In between the numerous bigger projects he had taken on and a couple of courses I had pushed in his direction to get qualified in all of the DIY tasks he was already amazing at, Llywelyn had been instrumental in helping me get the cafe and community hub organised. He refused to take a penny, of course, as that wasn’t in his nature. But he’dbeen getting better at asking his worth, and it had led to security for him.
“Oh, the central heating people texted,” he said, right on cue. “They’ll be coming round to quote in the next few days.”
