“Oh, awesome,” Henry grumbled under his breath. “Even fucking eight-year-olds can do it.”
“Hey.” Dom reached for his hand without a second thought, running his thumb gently over the back of Henry’s knuckles. “It might not be a big deal to some people, but if you’re frightened of heights, then being up thereisa big deal. Huge. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You can’t help it.”
“Kyle didn’t seem to see it that way.” Henry stared down at their joined hands, colour high in his cheeks, and Dom didn’t think it had anything to do with him this time.
“Kyle was a bit of a cunt then, wasn’t he?”
Bracing for Henry to maybe take offence at that, Dom was surprised when Henry glanced up, a wide smile lighting up his face. “He really was. I don’t know why it took seeing him dick-deep in his next-door neighbour for me to realise that.”
Dom didn’t know whether to laugh or commiserate. He went with asking something that’d sat at the back of his mind until then. “You don’t want to get back with him then?”
Henry wrinkled his nose. “Er... no. Not a fucking chance.”
For reasons Dom didn’t care to examine, that answer made him smile and settled something inside him.
He’s not mine, I don’t get to keep him.
And did he even want to? They’d spent the day together, that was all.Not declared their undying love for each other.Get a fucking grip.
A sudden yawn took him by surprise, and Dom slapped a hand over his mouth, manners kicking in.
“Am I boring you?” Henry asked just as he followed suit, his yawn cracking his jaw.
Dom smirked, eyebrow raised. “AmIboringyou?”
“Sorry.” Henry’s smile was sheepish. “It’s all this fresh air. I’m not normally this knackered by—” He checked his phone. “—nine forty-five.”
Was that all it was?
It felt a lot later.
Dom suspected it was more likely the sex that had made him sleepy, since it’d been a while since he’d been with anyone. “We can go to bed if you want?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the air seemed to grow heavier, tension seeping into the space between them. He still had a hold of Henry’s hand, and Henry squeezed his fingers.
“Yeah, let’s do that.” He yawned again, and Dom chuckled. “Fuck, sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He stood and tugged on Dom’s hand. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” His eyes were full of heat, promising more of what they’d done earlier, but they also held a weariness that made Dom want to tuck him up under the quilt.
“You go clean your teeth and whatever, I’m just going to check the doors are locked.
“Okay.” Henry pulled him close before Dom had chance to move away and kissed him. Soft lips and stubble were the best combination, and Dom closed his eyes, melting against him, losing himself in the heady warmth of Henry’s mouth. “Don’t take too long,” Henry murmured, then stepped back and dropped Dom’s hand before heading into the bedroom.
The door of the en suite closing jarred Dom to his senses, and he shook his head. Henry’s kisses were something else. Maybe he wasn’t too tired for round two.
He checked and locked the front door, turned off the TV, and made sure the patio doors were locked. Henry was in bed waiting for him when Dom took his turn in the bathroom, but by the time he came out, his eyes were closed, and they didn’t open when Dom turned out the light and got in bed beside him.
Not that Dom was all that surprised, but that kiss had stirred his cock into a semi and got his hopes up. Deciding he probably shouldn’t spoon Henry without asking if he minded first, Dom turned over and settled into his pillow.
Sleep came surprisingly easy, and just as he was dropping off, Dom smiled into the covers as Henry rolled over and snuggled up behind him.
So you are a cuddler.
Dom’s last thought as sleep took him was that he hoped that Henry would still be there when he woke up.
Chapter 4
Henry woke with hair in his face and his body pressed up against solid warmth. It took him a moment to remember the events from the previous evening that had led to this.
Ah, Dom.
