Page 22 of Doubting Hearts

He smiled affectionately. “Of course you will, dear boy. I have complete faith in you. Don’t tell anyone about this yet. I want to tell the staff myself.”

He moved toward the door, and as he reached it, he turned around. “I might be going to do this, Toby. But I never said it would make me happy.”

And with those quiet words he disappeared out the door. I felt hot tears pricking in my eyes and blinked them back fiercely. “What the hell?” I muttered to myself. “Are you schizophrenic, Prentiss, or what? He tells you he’s going, and you get all bloody needy? Where did that come from?”

Too many questions and absolutely no bloody answers. Hearing a commotion outside, I went to the door to see what was happening. Tammy stood there, a look of relief on her face as she saw me. “Toby? There’s a young boy stuck in the bathroom. He’s locked the bathroom door and won’t let anyone in. Do you think you could talk to him, convince him to come out? His mother’s going frantic.”

I sighed. “Sure. I’ll see what I can do.”

It would at least take my mind off what had just happened.

* * *

TWO HOURS later, I was with Rain again, in the garden shed, all thoughts of Simon forgotten, still gasping after the particularly great blowjob Rain had just given me. Once again my pants were around my thighs, and the warm mouth that had recently been attached to my very needy cock was traversing its way up my belly, nipping at my nipples, and finally finding my desperate mouth. Hands that only a minute ago had cupped my balls with fingers that had just wiggled around in my arse were now wrapped in my hair as Rain tried to climb into my mouth using his. He’d been especially needy today, and already his cock was beginning to press against my belly, even after having been attended to once. I wasn’t complaining, mind you. This was sheer bloody heaven. But we really had to find somewhere else to continue this relationship. The garden shed was just not doing it for me anymore.

I thought now, after feeling Rain in my arms and my mouth, that whatever I’d felt for Simon earlier was just a sense of losing someone I really cared about. He’d been my rock for so long, cared for me and nurtured me, that it was only natural to feel a little bereavement. Certainly I didn’t feel the same passion for him as I felt about the man who now had his hands all over me and his mouth probing mine with expert attention.

Finally, his tongue stopped trying to mine my esophagus, and we clung together, totally spent, his semirigid erection still ramming into my stomach as he placed his hands flat on the wooden wall behind me and nuzzled my ear.

“God, Toby, I kept thinking about last night, being inside you, and I got so horny I just couldn’t wait.”

“I noticed,” I said drily, as my trousers slid down my legs slowly to pool at my feet and my silk boxers followed them, gliding down gracefully to embrace my pants. It was pretty unsophisticated. “But, Rain, we can’t keep doing this. If we’re going to see each other like this, we need to make another plan.”

Rain stepped away from me, his eyes suddenly wary. “I thought you liked the shed.”

I sighed. “I like you, not the bloody shed. The shed just happens to be the only place we can seem to get any time together to do this.” I waved my hand casually. “One of these days someone is going to open that door and find one of us sucking the other’s cock or hands on cocks rubbing each other up, and that, babe, would be something I dearly wouldn’t want. If we’re going to continue this relationship, we need to find somewhere a little more adult to do it in.”

I noticed his slight frown at the use of the word “relationship.” I twisted the knife a little deeper. “Besides, after the way you switched off last night, I thought you might be reconsidering your options.” My tone became a little sarcastic. “I realize now I was wrong, hence me being sandwiched in here with you, nothing between us but semen, but last night you went from hot to cold in two seconds flat.”

Rain stepped away as far as he could, given the space limits we found ourselves in, pulling up his briefs and jeans, zipping himself up. I shuffled down, trying to pick up my underwear and pants. I finally had them by my fingertips and drew them up, dressing myself quickly.

“I’m sorry about that.” he said quietly. “It all got a bit much all of a sudden, and I needed some space.”

“It wasn’t my story, was it, that I’d been in foster care or lived with that guy at the pub?” I heard the vulnerability in my voice and hated myself for it. “Did it put you off a little?”

He looked gobsmacked. “Christ, Toby, no. That wasn’t it at all. For you to have gone through all that and still turn out the way you did—that’s bloody inspiring. I’m shocked you could even think that.” He leaned forward, kissing me tenderly, his lips warm. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his lips on mine and the soft whisper of his breath. Finally, he drew away.

“Then what changed?” I asked.

He took a deep breath. “Last night was incredible. But I don’t want to move too fast. I’m just not ready.”

I considered that, then nodded. I reached up, caressing his cheek, and he closed his eyes at my touch. “That’s okay. We’ve only just met. There’s plenty of time to get to know each other better.”

I gave a wry grin. “Even if it is just in this bloody shed.”

He looked relieved. He’d never given me much more about his past other than he’d had a boyfriend who left him. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his cheek, my mouth trailing over his jawline, tongue softly licking his skin. He exhaled and pulled me closer, gripping my backside and pressing himself against me.

“I’m not impatient. Let’s just see where this takes us, shall we?” I whispered as my tongue dipped in his ear and his body shuddered. God, I loved this man in my arms. Rain just felt right. He groaned, grinding his mouth into mine, and for the second time, we lost time in the confines of the garden shed.

* * *

AN HOUR later I was back in the hotel to a knowing glance from Tammy. Eddie had winked at me on my way in, an action that left me a little apprehensive. I wondered with a slight panic whether our little “fuck hut,” as Rain called it laughingly, had become common knowledge. I didn’t have to worry too long.

“Everything all right, Toby? Nice and relaxed now?” Her eyes shone, the smile on her face cheeky.

I tried to keep my face as impassive as possible. “Yes, fine. Why do you ask—why wouldn’t I be?”

She grinned. “Well, some patrons heard some rather strange noises coming from the garden hut at the back, and they say they heard your voice. Apparently it sounded like you were in pain. They were worried you might have hurt yourself with the implements in there. They asked me to find out when I saw you.”