Henry wasn’t keen on either of those options. “Fuck me, Henry. Get a grip.” He was on holiday. Had just spent the night with a hot, funny, interesting man and here he was brooding about the last six months.
That was the past.
And if it had taught him anything, it was to take the opportunities that presented themselves. Even if a small part of him thought he must be reading things wrong. On paper, Dom was way out of his league: hot, smart, had a job he said he loved.
But from the little time they’d spent together, Henry didn’t peg him as a liar. If he said he wanted to spend time with Henry, then he had to believe he meant it.
And he was just so very easy to talk to that Henry had found himself doing exactly that. Deciding to accept what fate had given him, Henry settled back into the pillows and mulled over Dom’s invitation.
* * *
Showered and fed,Henry sat back in his chair with a sigh. “Thanks for that.” When Dom had mentioned breakfast, Henry had pictured cereal or maybe tea and toast. Not the plate of bacon, sourdough toast, poached egg, avocado, and tomatoes that Dom had set before him. “I’d never have thought about having that for brekkie.”
Dom glanced at his phone where it sat on the table next to them. “It’s half ten. More like brunch.” He smiled. “But you’re welcome. I like cooking, even more so when it’s for someone other than me.” He stood and collected Henry’s plate. “And it sets you up nicely for the rest of the day.”
Henry shot to his feet. “Let me clear up, it’s only fair.”
“Cheers.” Dom took his seat again and watched as Henry pottered about the small kitchen area, tidying up the mess.
The whole thing felt far more intimate than it had any right to.
“So,” Dom began, and Henry paused wiping the worktop to look at him. “I’m going to go for a walk down to the lake in a bit. Did you fancy joining me?” When Henry didn’t answer immediately, he added, “Don’t feel like you have to.”
“I do want to.”
Dom’s smile was slow building and Henry watched it light up his whole face.
“But I need to go back to my villa and change first.” Henry glanced down at yesterday’s clothes. He’d showered, but putting yesterday’s boxers on wasn’t ideal. Oh, who was he kidding? If he’d been on his own, he would’ve worn the same pair for two days straight and not given a fuck. But he couldn’t have Dom thinking he didn’t change his bloody underwear. “If you don’t mind waiting for me, then I’d love to join you.”
Glancing out the window showed another beautiful winter’s day and Henry had the sudden urge to be out in the fresh air.
“I’m more than happy to wait for you.” Dom stood and walked over to where Henry leant against the worktop and took the cloth out of his hand. “I’ll finish up here. You nip back to your villa and do what you need to do.”
They stood so close, it was nothing for Henry to lean in and place a soft kiss on Dom’s mouth. “Okay.” He had no idea what made him do it. Instinct had moved his body closer, and Dom had met him halfway. “I’ll go then.”
“Yeah.” Dom shuffled forwards, pressing his body flush to Henry’s, his interest hard to miss. Slipping a hand around Henry’s waist and holding his jaw with the other, Dom kissed him, no soft press of lips this time, and Henry moaned into it, winding his arms around Dom’s neck.
They kissed and kissed, lazy and unhurried, and Henry shamelessly rubbed himself against the bulge in Dom’s jeans. At this rate, he’d have no option but to change his boxers.
“Oh,” Henry muttered, eyes going wide as Dom suddenly dropped to his knees and reached for the button on Henry’s jeans. “You don’t have to do that,” he said as Dom unzipped him.
Oh, please god, don’t stop.
Dom chuckled as he freed Henry from the confines of his underwear, long fingers wrapping around his length with a sure grip. “Shush and enjoy it.”
Henry did as he was told, holding onto the worktop behind him for dear life as Dom went to town on his cock. Warm, wet suction and the flick of a clever tongue made Henry’s toes curl and his pulse race. His stomach tightened in anticipation, and he gave into the urge to sink his hands in Dom’s hair. “So good,” he mumbled, thrusting his hips gently as Dom sucked him down.
With each slide into Dom’s mouth, Henry’s orgasm edged closer and closer until he couldn’t stem the wave of pleasure threatening to overtake him. “Gonna come,” he warned, hopefully giving Dom enough time to pull off if he wanted.
Instead, Dom hummed, sending Henry barrelling towards a climax that made his knees weak. His breath came in shallow gasps, and he scrunched his eyes shut tight, clinging onto the feeling of euphoria as Dom swallowed everything he had to give.
“Wow,” Henry managed when he finally got his breathing under control. “That was... wow.”
“Thanks.” Dom sat back on his knees, a smug smile in place.
As well he might, Henry mused, feeling wrung out. “Give me a second and I’ll return the favour.” A glance down at Dom’s jeans told him that Dom was more than ready for that to happen. Henry licked his lips, then tugged Dom up to his feet and swapped places.
“My turn.” Henry sank to his knees, determined to match Dom’s awesome blow job with one of his own.
