“It’s very good for you.”
He took the tiniest step back from the railings, grinning. “You’re still not getting me in.”
“One day I will.” I winked at him then walked over to grab my bag and pulled a hooded towel out. It was one of my older ones, in a now very faded teal and orange, which was starting to develop holes under the arms. But it was warm and comfortable, and it reminded me of days spent surfing in Australia, sitting on the beach with friends and drinking beer as we watched the sun set.
“Do you want to get some coffee?” I asked as I headed up the stairs, my eyes casually wandering up his legs and lingering on his arse. He raised his eyebrows and smirked at me and I shrugged. “I wasn’t trying to be subtle, angel. You have a nice arse.”
“So do you.”
“Thanks.” I dropped my flip flops onto the pavement and stepped into them, hoisting my bag over my shoulder. “So, coffee?”
“Actually, I was wondering… would you maybe like to grab breakfast together?” he asked, with the softest smile I’d ever seen.
“Like this? I mean, that’d be awesome because I’m starving but I’m not sure anywhere will let me in wearing a surf towel and sand while I drip water onto the floor.”
“Maybe not then,” Darcy said with a chuckle, but I could see the way his face had fallen.
“Unless there’s somewhere I can grab a shower first,” I said, stepping a bit closer and putting my hand on the small of his back. “You probably need one too, right?”
“Are you saying I smell?” Darcy asked as he turned to face me, a cheeky smile on his lips and a spark dancing in his eyes.
“I like the way you smell. But if we both need to shower, maybe we could do it together? Then get some breakfast.”
“Mmm, and will there be anything else happening in this shower? Because I’ll warn you now, my bath is tiny.”
I leant in, letting my words brush across his ear. “I don’t need much, angel, just enough room to play with you. Gonna make you scream for me again.”
Darcy moaned and nodded, his body pressing against mine. “Need that.”
“I know.” I pressed a kiss to his neck and felt him shiver. “I’ll give you everything you need, okay? Then we can get somebreakfast.” I let out a low, rough chuckle. “Just think, if we ever went bare, I could fill you up and plug you before we went out. Then you’d have to sit through the whole meal full of my cum. I could take you home afterwards and fuck you again, because you’d already be ready for me. Or maybe I’d eat it out of your hole while you begged.”
“Fuck! You can’t say that here,” Darcy said, burying his face in my neck.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re making me really fucking hard and now I have to walk back through town. Everyone will see my dick!”
“Yeah, the shorts won’t hide anything. You should wear them more often.”
“You’re a menace. Are you trying to give Milo a run for his money?” he asked as he stepped back slightly and pushed his hair back before adjusting his shorts and trying to pull his T-shirt down.
“No, I’m just telling you the truth. You look really good in shorts.”
“Not as good as you. I keep wondering if I should ban you from wearing them in the kitchen because they’re so distracting, but then I wouldn’t get to see you in them and that’s punishing me more than anyone else.”
I grinned as we began walking back towards his flat. “So, I get to keep my shorts then?”
“I suppose.”
“Good, because the pockets are awesome. I can get, like, a whole tub of ice cream in each. Or two cans of beer. I couldn’t cope without them!”
Darcy laughed, and I had to stop for a moment to look at him because my legs had turned to jelly. His laugh already had me weak at the knees, but watching him be so free and open with hishappiness… there was a beauty to it that stunned me. I wanted to see more of it.
No, that was wrong.
Ineededto see more of it.
I needed to see Darcy wildly happy, with dancing smiles and bubbling laughter, enveloped in a carefree air and embracing his life.
