Chapter 43

CHAPTER 43

J ackson

It's midsummer's eve, and I've been helping the lads that Harlen had suggested do the work of clearing the field where the public car park will be. This year it'll remain grass, but Luca and I have already discussed making it gravel for next year. I love that he's thinking long term. He hasn't mentioned London for a while. I don't know what the future holds for me. I would welcome the discussion for future years, as I hope I'll still have a job, but I don't want to pressure him. Sometimes it's hard to forget Luca's my boss.

With the scrub all cleared and chipped, and the chips ready to be used as a mulch as needed, I head up to the house. I don't see Luca anywhere, but that's not unusual—I know he'll appear eventually, or I'll have to go find him when I've made some food.

On the shower door is a post-it with a drawing of the folly and a kiss underneath. I'm intrigued by his note, but also mildly aroused—like it's a promise. After a quick shower, I pull on some clean clothes and a hoodie and make my way up to the folly. As I get closer, I see he's laid out some food and drink, and even some blankets and cushions. It all looks amazing. I tell him so.

"I thought we could stay here tonight and watch the sunrise," he says. I love the idea. I haven't seen the sun rise on midsummer's day for many years, and this is the perfect spot.

"But first," he gives me an impish smile, "I want you to strip."

"Strip?" Did I hear him right?

"Butt naked Mr Blake," he tries to sound serious, but those gentian eyes are lit up. I don't know what game he's playing, but I'm up for it. Him telling me what to do is heating me up. I decide to push him a bit.

"What if I refuse?"

"I might have to cut your wages." He drops onto a blanket and settles himself against some cushions.

"Please don't do that, sir." His mouth quirks at "Sir."

"I thought I told you to strip. Do it! Or do I have to come and do it myself?" I've never tried role play before, but it's making me horny as hell. I want to strip for him.

"Sorry, sir." His mouth quirks again and my already hard cock pulses. I waste little time removing all the clothes I'd put on only a few minutes previously.

While I undress, he produces a sketchbook. Fuck, is he going to draw me? Now my body feels like an inferno. I stand there while he rakes his eyes up and down my body.

Eventually, he tuts.

"It's no good. I can't have any of the statues with erections. I'm going to have to do something about that." Putting down the sketchbook, he rises and comes over, before dropping to his knees in front of me.

I'm so turned on that the work of his lips and mouth make quick work of me, and it isn't long before I'm spilling into him.

As he stands back up, he says,"Show more restraint next time."

"No chance, if you keep talking to me like that." His face lights up with the dazzling smile I love so much.

"I do want to draw you, though," he laughs. For the next hour he makes me strike different poses while he sketches me. He's quick, so I don't have to keep each position for long. It's difficult to stop myself from getting aroused though, especially as every time I glance over at him, he's biting his bottom lip. That lip that had been wrapped round my cock a few moments ago.

At length, he puts down the sketch pad.

"Do you want a drink?" He pours some wine. I do and I'm getting hungry. I flop down on the blanket next to him and take the proffered glass.

"I think you're overdressed," I say.

He looks at me, this time deliberately taking his bottom lip between his teeth. He drops his eyes and looks at me from beneath his lashes—he knows my weakness.

"What are going to do about it?" He challenges. I need no more encouragement.

Putting down my glass, I crawl over and sit astride him. I take his face in my hands and kiss him, sucking on that delectable bottom lip. I push his hoodie and t-shirt up. He raises his arms, and we break off kissing long enough for me to push them up over his head and pull them off his arms. I continue kissing him whilst reaching for the button on his jeans. I pull them off him, kissing down his chest, his stomach, and planting a big kiss on his cock, whilst he kicks his jeans off the rest of the way. I crawl round to his head and kneel over him. As he reaches for me, to guide me toward his mouth again, I lean forward and take him in my mouth. I can barely concentrate on what I'm doing, whilst he's sucking me off at the same time. My head is dizzy with the feel of it. The dual sensation of blowing him whilst feeling his mouth sliding up and down my cock, his tongue pressing over my end, is almost more than I can take. His cum hits the back of my throat, which triggers my own release. It's mind-blowing fuckery.

Afterwards, I gather him to me and pull a blanket around us. Neither of us speaks for a while—neither of us wants to break the spell. But I want to tell him how I feel. I want to make this evening special.

"I've never met anyone like you," I start. "When you smile it's like you're my pole star, something to orient myself to. A fixed point to know who I am in this universe. Thank you for giving me that. I love you Luca." I'm certainly not expecting him to declare his love back. I know that Luca's path has been, and still is a lot more difficult. I've found it relatively easy to accept who I am—who I always was—and can shrug off the past like a bad dream. But I'm not the one with nightmares. So my heart melts when he turns to me.

"When I met you, I was drowning. I still am in some ways, on some days. But you're my anchor, Jackson, my solid rock to cling to—to know that the storm will pass and you'll be there. I love you, J-bear. Please, always be there for me?"

"I will." I assure him, and pull him closer.

It's my stomach rumbling that breaks the spell, and Luca laughs.

"Eat. I brought loads of food." We feast on sandwiches, sausage rolls, olives, and wine. Then Luca hands me a box I recognise from the bakery. He has one too. I don't know when he planned all this, but it means a lot to me that he went to the trouble.

"I got our favourites." He smiles. In his box is a cupcake with purple frosting and rainbow sprinkles. In mine, chocolate and coffee with caramel frosting.

"They're perfect, and you are perfect." I place a kiss on his lips before tucking into my cake. Afterwards, we drink more wine and snuggle together under our blanket as we watch the sun go down and the stars come out, adding another blanket when it gets colder.

"Which one is the pole star?" Luca asks, and I point it out to him. Seeing how it's the brightest star in the sky. We drift off to sleep, still naked under the midsummer sky.

I wake to the feeling of Luca's fingers playing patterns over my skin. I don't let on that I'm awake, but keep my eyes closed and enjoy the sensation. I can tell it's still dark, but dawn's not far off. I know I have morning wood, and I can feel where Luca's hands are going. As he drags his fingertips across my hip, it tickles. I squirm and my cock bounces—Luca giggles.

"Cheeky," I mutter.

"Me?" He pretends to sound hurt. "I haven't been the one pretending to be asleep for the last few minutes."

"There's no fooling you, is there?" I open my eyes to his smile in the half light.

"Want to make love as the sun comes up?" I ask.

He grins slyly.

"That had been my plan all along." I shake my head at the marvel that is Luca—who can sometimes be withdrawn and shy and at other times have these complex plans—but he still has further surprises.

"I want to ride you."

Hells yes!

As the sky lightens, he kneels astride me. I reach for the lube and squeeze some into my fingers to stretch him first, then squeeze some more on my cock before he lowers himself onto me. He pushes himself onto me quickly and I feel how tight he is—a gasp escapes me. He's grinning in delight. As he moves his hips up and down, he grasps his own cock. My view of the sunrise on midsummer's day, is my boyfriend silhouetted against the oranges and pinks of the sky—riding me—with his back arched and bringing himself to peak pleasure. In that moment, the sight of it is enough to take me over the edge, and I think I've died and gone to heaven. He comes a heartbeat later and I draw him down onto my chest. We lay and watch the rest of the sunrise together.