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“Put your thighs on either side of mine.” Their cocks lined up perfectly, and he reached down, gripping them both in his strong hand.
He watched as Ashok closed his eyes, and he thrust into his hand, rubbing them both together.
“Feels so good, Ash. I don’t want you to stop.”
Hayden quickened the pace, stroking them both.
Ashok’s stomach clenched, and Hayden knew he must be close. He wasn’t far off himself. With his other hand, he stroked Ashok’s thigh. A hand on his balls shocked him, but he wouldn’t stop him. He massaged and squeezed them, both of them nearing the release they craved.
“Shit, I’m coming,” Ashok said as he shot his load, hitting Hayden in the chest. He followed seconds later, his spunk mingling with Ashok’s.
He knew they should probably move, but after a meal and an orgasm, the best he could do right now was lie there, completely spent.
He felt Ashok climb off him and return a few moments later with a warm, soft cloth, wiping him down.
“There you go, old man. I’ll look after you.” He could hear the laughter in his voice.
“Cheeky fucker. You’re as bad as Dom. Put the cloth down, though, and come back to bed.”
He felt the bed dip next to him, and the covers pulled over them both. Ashok snuggled in next to him as he usually did, and instantly he felt soothed. The past week he’d missed his warmth, missed his body next to his.
“Thank you for tonight,” Ashok whispered. “I needed to forget today had ever happened.” Ashok kissed his bare chest, and he felt an overwhelming feeling of home he’d never felt with anyone before.
“Hey, you know I’m always here for you. I know this is new…for both of us, and with all you’ve got going on right now, I’ll be around. Anytime you want to talk, you can always come to me. I know it was hard talking to your mum today.”
“It was and after talking with her, I just don’t know how to feel. Will she go back on her word and tell my father? She knows what I went through, though. I can’t see her telling him. I can’t say the same for my brothers, though, and if she even hints that she knows where I am, they won’t hesitate to tell him.”
“We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. Now, let this old man sleep, although I can lie in until about ten. Angela’s opening up, and the new guy is due to start. Is it bad I can’t even remember his name? Drew? Stu? Something like that anyway.”
“I’m not in until later. We could have breakfast in bed together.”
“Sounds ideal.” He was almost asleep and sighed deeply. Ashok was back in his bed, and all was right with the world.
How wrong could he be?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ashok
Ashok’sarsewasstillsmarting the following morning, not too bad, but he knew he’d had something up it, even if it was only Hayden’s fingers. He couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to have his dick up there. Strangely, he wasn’t put off by the thought.
He’d tensed at first, his arse closing to the intrusion, but as soon as he relaxed, let go of his inhibitions, Hayden was able to push home. Two fingers was enough to start with, and with practice, he knew he could take more, and he really wanted to practise. Maybe he should surprise him and buy a toy. He’d seen them used in movies and had always wondered what it’d be like. Perhaps he should get a butt plug?
Hayden was still sleeping when he awoke, so he let him be, creeping out of the room. He slipped into the bathroom before grabbing a pair of sweats from his bag and going downstairs to make a start on the breakfast he’d promised.
Clothes were everywhere—shirts, trousers, shoes. They’d been in such a rush to get to the bedroom; neither of them had cared where their clothes landed. He picked them up, folding as he went, his phone falling out of his trouser pocket.
He checked it instinctively, but there’d been no calls or messages, not from his mum or his father, thankfully. The call yesterday had upset him, and as he told Hayden before, he couldn’t carry on living his life always looking over his shoulder. Hayden had told him he was always there for him, and he believed him.
He wandered into the kitchen and put on the kettle, checking the cupboards for food while he waited for it to boil. There wasn’t a whole lot in. They’d not been grocery shopping in a while, so they would have to make do with toast. He made a cup of Hayden’s favourite coffee and placed it on a tray with his own green tea and went back upstairs.
Hayden was snoring softly when he entered, looking peaceful. His strawberry-blond hair sticking up, his eyes fluttering as he slept. He wondered what he dreamt about, if he featured in his dreams. He placed the tray on the dresser, removed his sweats and got back under the covers, lying close to Hayden’s body.
Hayden murmured in his sleep, and Ashok debated waking him. Hayden rolled onto his side, putting his arms around his waist.
“Did you bring breakfast?” he mumbled.
“And coffee. It’ll go cold. Let me get it for you.”
