Henry resisted making a comment, barely. But this wasn’t the moment for dirty jokes. Swallowing back nerves that had sprung up from nowhere, Henry whispered, “Is it okay if I cuddle you to sleep?”
“Yeah.” Dom turned over without another word, but when Henry failed to move quickly enough, added, “Would it help if I gave you another blow job?” He yawned at the end of the sentence and Henry laughed, tension leaving him in a whoosh.
“As appealing as that sounds, I think I’m good.” And he was, whether he’d meant to or not, Dom had broken through whatever was going on in Henry’s head and he scooted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist like it was something he did every night.
Dom hummed in approval, pressing back into Henry, and finally Henry settled into something that resembled a relaxed state.
He drifted off to sleep, nose tucked in the back of Dom’s neck and a smile tugging at his lips.
* * *
Rain pelted against the window,waking Henry from the best dream he’d had in ages. He groaned as he rolled onto his back and reached down to adjust his cock, the remnants of his dream leaving him hard and aching.
“Morning.”
Henry startled at Dom’s chuckle, flushing at being caught with his hand down his pants, and opened his eyes to see Dom sat up against the pillows, phone in hand. “Hey.” Dom’s gaze dropped to the bulge under the quilt, where Henry had hold of his dick, and he licked his lips.
Henry smirked and gave himself a couple of strokes, making sure Dom saw him do it. “How long have you been up?”
“Not as long as you, by the looks of it.” He set his phone aside and shuffled down the bed until he lay next to Henry again. “Need a hand with that?”
Henry opened his mouth to sayyes, obviously, but his phone rang, vibrating on the bedside table, his sister’s name displayed on the screen. He reached over to silence the call and turned back to Dom. “Where were we?”
It rang again.
Jesus, Ella.
Henry groaned and shot Dom an apologetic look. “Sorry. She won’t go away until I answer.”
“It’s fine. I’m going to go get a drink anyway. Tea?”
Henry nodded and sighed as Dom got out of bed and headed into the kitchen. Snatching up his phone, he answered Ella’s FaceTime call with a frown.
Ella grinned at him. “Oh, still not a morning person I see.”
“Why are you calling so early?” He checked the time. Oh, 9.45. Much later than he’d thought it was.
Her eyes narrowed, and Henry quickly angled the phone so it didn’t show the other side of the bed, but it was too late. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Maybe,” he hedged, not wanting to go into detail with Dom only in the next room.
“Sorry,” she mouthed. “Is he still there?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, well, I was just checking you were still alive. I’ll let you go, and talk later.” She hung up before he had a chance to say goodbye.
But his phone pinged with a text a minute later.
Ella:Sorry, bro. Glad you’re having fun. Talk later. xx
Henry:ok x
Dom came back into the room carrying a tray with two mugs of tea and a plate of toast. He raised an eyebrow. “Finished?”
“Yeah, it was my sister. I’ll talk to her later.”
Dom set the tray on the bed, and carefully got back in. Henry helped himself to a tea and a piece of toast. “Thanks,” he mumbled around a mouthful, suddenly starving.
