Chapter Nineteen

Lucas

W hen I came around, the room was full of sunlight, shining on the bed through the thin curtains. I was lying on my side facing Alex. His sherry eyes were open and he was watching me. I felt delicious warmth invade my chest, my stomach and lower down, stiffening my morning semi.

“Hello,” he said. His smile was almost shy, as though he were embarrassed by the wanton man who had sat on his lover’s face the night before.

“Hello, you,” I said, beaming from ear to ear in a most unfamiliar way. I had it bad. There was no denying it. I remembered creeping to the bathroom in the dead of night, washing off my cock and belly, washing my face and brushing my teeth again, all the while grinning to myself with my dick twitching at the memory of our illicit sex. I felt like a bloody teenager again and I loved it.

He touched my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine. “How are you?”

“I’m okay.” I realised at that moment that my head was hurting but it wasn’t enough to put a dampener on things.

“Good.” He leaned forward, brushing his nose against mine before his plush lips settled on mine and I was swept away to Alexland. We kissed slowly, gently, sweetly, with all the time in the world, our tongues held back.

A knock on the door startled us apart. “Put each other down, boys, breakfast is ready.”

Alex gave me a rueful smile. “Thanks, Mum.” He gave me another peck on the lips. “Later,” he said and that word was so full of promise I wondered how I would contain myself on the way back to London.

The kitchen was full of delicious scents as I took a place next to Alex at the marble island. We had glasses of water and cranberry juice already poured. I felt pretty scruffy in yesterday’s shirt and suit seeing as I hadn’t brought anything with me, but Alex had produced clean socks and underpants for me—my own of course—which eased the pain somewhat.

His mum set two hot plates before us and I was thrilled by what I saw. Sourdough bread with smashed avocado and chia seeds and what looked like scrambled tofu on the side, with tomatoes, mushrooms and spinach. I saw Alex had the same. He didn’t comment, just grinned at me and tucked in. I was overwhelmed at Pam’s thoughtfulness. Condiments were set out—balsamic vinegar, black pepper and pink Himalayan salt. I added some balsamic vinegar to the avocado and set about demolishing the food.

Pam was setting up the posh coffee maker on one of the counters. “Coffee, Lucas?” she asked.

“Please, I said.”

“He likes latte,” Alex piped up. “With oat milk.”

She produced a carton of Alpro from the fridge. “Me and your dad have been drinking this stuff for a while. He loves it.”

I smiled at the icing on the cake of my fantastic breakfast.

“Where’s Dad?” Alex asked.

“He’s gone for a walk,” was his mum’s reply.

I tensed at her words. Why had he gone out? Was he avoiding us, or more likely, me? I didn’t dare look at Alex in case he saw my thoughts on my face.

Alex and I ate ravenously. My headache was getting worse and worse and when I downed both glasses, Pam set a jug of water in front of us so I could replenish my fluids rapidly.

“This is amazing, Mum,” Alex said with his mouth full.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Pam said and placed two lattes before us. It was fair to say I was in heaven.

When I had polished off everything, she asked me if I wanted any more.

“No, thanks,” I said because I was just the right side of full. “That was lovely.” Alex didn’t want anything else either, so we sat finishing our lattes while Pam stacked the dishwasher. Now breakfast was done I suddenly wanted desperately to leave and felt bad about it when his mum had been so hospitable.

But Alex must have read my mind. “We’re going to get packed up, Mum,” he said after a last drink of water. “It’s a long drive back.”

“All right, love,” she replied.

We both got up and I followed Alex out of the kitchen. When I glanced back, his mum smiled at me. I returned it, feeling grateful that she had welcomed some random man into her home who had fucked her son on Christmas Eve and done unspeakable things to him right under her roof the night before.

Much to my disappointment, Alex’s dad was back when we took our stuff downstairs. I loitered by the front door with my shoes on as his mum came out of the kitchen and hugged him. His dad hugged him too and his mannerisms seemed warm enough. Hopefully, he wouldn’t choose to disown Alex once he had left the house.

Pam hugged me also and when I put my arms around her, she felt soft and was fragrant with a floral perfume. It gave me a sudden pang for Heidi, my foster mother, who still kept in touch with me but who I hadn’t seen in so long, because I was so good at hiding myself away.

Martin stuck his hand out and I shook it. His grip was firm and dry. For a moment his expression seemed fierce. A warning. Mess with my son at your peril . I held eye contact until he seemed to relax, perhaps satisfied by what he saw in my gaze. I had no intention of messing with his son. Only treating him like a prince if he would let me and didn’t get too bored with an old knobhead like me.

“See you,” he said and I nodded.

Then we were outside on the drive and Alex was waving goodbye all the way to the car. The sun was still out, melting the snow to slush, and I was optimistic that once we got off this crazy street, the main roads would be clear. I stashed Alex’s bag in the boot and we got into the Lambo.

There was ice on the windscreen and I put the heaters on, directing them onto the glass while we sat there shivering as the car warmed up. While I fiddled with buttons, Alex’s hand rested on my knee, instantly scorching me through my trousers.

“You okay?”

I glanced at him. “Yeah.”

“Glad to get away?”

I reddened. “Of course not.”

He laughed. Then he leaned forward, captured my jaw in his palm and kissed me. A little squeak of pleasure escaped me and I returned his kiss with all the hunger I still felt for him, the hunger that had only been sated a little with our dirty little interlude the previous night. Soon we were swapping tongues and breath, my hands on his face, caressing his cheeks and his neck while I stopped myself from going any further.

He had no such inhibitions. One hand slid up my thigh and onto the bulge in my trousers. I gasped and pulled away. “Don’t.” His parents had gone back inside, but still.

“They can’t see us from here,” he said with his mouth against my neck, planting hot, erotic kisses that made my toes curl.

“God, Alex,” I groaned out, sliding a hand up his coat and jumper to touch his naked spine.

He shivered under my touch and took my mouth again, his lips firm and insistent and needy and I drowned in the kiss. Somehow I managed to pull back, panting with my dick wetting my underwear. Christ, how I wanted him.

“Let’s go,” I said unsteadily. I clicked my seatbelt closed and eased the car into gear.

“Drive like you stole it,” Alex said. When I shot him a glance, he was grinning, his beautiful lips all kiss swollen and his pupils dilated, and it was as much as I could do not to drag him onto my lap and sit him down on my desperate cock. I ground my teeth and asked myself why all my iron self-control had deserted me and why I felt like a teenager experiencing the first pangs of sexual desire. I had no answer. But it worried me that once we had shagged a few times, maybe it—whatever it was—would be out of our system and we would be done. That was a chance I had to take, for the first time in a long while. I couldn’t imagine ever being done with Alex though. He was fresh, fun, and impossibly exciting. I wanted him in my life for much more than a few romps in the hay. Another intrusive thought made itself known. While I had kept pace with him so far, there was no way it would always be the case. If he was a man who liked to go three times a day, I would probably disappoint him. Even if he made me harder now than I’d ever been in my life. I reckon I’d been in my twenties when I last went three times a day. It was never going to happen again. However, I had a mouth and fingers. I could definitely keep him happy that way. Or I could get a few toys. I drifted off into a fond reverie of what I could do to Alex as I made my way down the still treacherous hill and weaved the car carefully back to a semi-safe main road.