“Right there, baby,” Ker whispered breathlessly. “Do that again.”
Ash obliged, loving the feel of Ker’s hot channel surrounding him. “Won’t last,” he panted, the speed of his thrusts increasing.
“Me either,” said Ker. “Gonna come!”
Ash felt a warm wetness across his belly as Ker’s orgasm hit. He sucked on Ker’s tongue, and as Ker clenched around his cock, Ash came hard. He saw spots flash in front of his eyes and almost blacked out. As his breathing slowed, he pulled out of Ker and removed the condom.
Kissing him once again, Ker said, “That was fantastic.”
“Mmmm,” Ash hummed, not able to form words just yet.
Eventually, he rose. Padding to the bathroom, he cleaned himself off, then brought a warm washcloth back to bed and gently wiped Ker’s belly and cock.
They snuggled under the covers and were asleep within moments.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Ker
Ker really didn’t want to be at work. He wanted to be wrapped in Ash’s arms in a warm, cozy bed just like he had been a couple of hours ago. Yeah, he’d ended up staying at Ash’s the night before, not wanting their perfect weekend to end.
But now it was time to face reality. Job site today, office tomorrow morning, then drive home to spend a few days. He could do this.
His phone buzzed, and he saw a text from Ash.
Thx for a great weekend. Call me if you need me. XOXO
That certainly put a smile on his face. He answered back with a few XOs of his own and got back to work.
He spent a quiet evening at home, eating some of the beef stew he had in the freezer, then he packed a couple of changes of clothes along with the Christmas gifts he’d bought for his folks, sister, and nephew.
He had to work on Tuesday morning, but the plan was to drive to Fitchburg in the afternoon, leaving Plymouth so that he got there just before dinner. He was going to try and make it an early evening, feigning tiredness if he needed to, in order to avoid any conflict with his dad. Wednesday he was slated to spend some time with Sharon and Colt, then Thursday was Christmas Day, and Friday he’d head home since he was working at A Helping Hand again on Saturday. He kept telling himself he could get through this. It was just three days, but the pit in his stomach wouldn’t go away.
His mom greeted him with a warm hug as soon as he walked in the back door.
“It’s so good to see you, Ker!” She effused. “It’s been too long.”
“Hi, Ma. It’s good to see you too. How are you feeling?”
“Oh, you know, a few aches and pains, but then I’m not as young as I used to be,” she said with a smile. “I can’t complain.”
His dad shook his hand and said, “Welcome home, son. You’re looking well.”
“Thanks, Dad. Yeah, things are going well with work. I’m pretty happy,” he said, trying to sound as positive as he could. “You look good. Feeling okay?”
“Yeah, but I’m slowing down a bit. Not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep running things with the stores.”Well, it didn’t take him long to get his first jab in.
Ker ignored the comment and instead said to his mom, “Gee, something smells good.”
“I remember how much you like my cottage pie, so I made one for dinner. It should be ready in about fifteen minutes,” she said cheerfully. “Why don’t you take your things up to your room and then wash up for dinner?”
Dinner remained civil. They talked about family friends that Ker had lost track of, and while it was nice to get news about some of them, Ker realized that he really didn’t care about a lot of the people his mom spoke about. His life wasn’t here anymore, and that was okay with him.
They also chatted about his sister and her son, Colt. Sharon had divorced the past year, and while that was still a sore subject for his parents, at least Sharon had remained in Fitchburg, and his mom enjoyed watching Colt a few days a week so that Sharon could save a few dollars on day care. He also mentioned Ash, but his folks didn’t seem too eager to discuss that part of his life, so he didn’t say too much.
After dinner, he helped his mom clean up, and the three of them watched television for a while. Before too long, Ker felt his eyes drooping, and he excused himself. He really was tired, after all.
