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Authors: Clare London
Boys in Season (Boys In... Book 2)
Boys In… series
Copyright ©2016 Clare London
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Published by Jocular Press
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For all my readers needing warmth in this cold season!
In the middle of the night, Joe woke to find Duncan’s body pressing hot and naked against his. Duncan usually slept through the night, unless he was worrying about something, but no way did this feel like a sleeping body.
“You okay?” he murmured sleepily.
Duncan wriggled and sighed, but didn’t reply.
“Dunc?” All Joe wanted was to go back to sleep, but he could tell Duncan was still awake. And he could tell that because Duncan’s breathing was faster than usual, and there was something hard and hot poking into the small of Joe’s back. And who’d want to sleep through
that
?
“I’m sorry, baby.”
Joe frowned, wondering what this was about. Had Duncan spilt beer on the carpet again? Forgotten to order the Christmas cake? Screwed the whole local football team when Joe wasn’t around?
Now,
that
wasn’t amusing. Joe rolled over to face his husband. “What for?”
“Nagging at you. Pushing you about the holiday plans. You know, about decorating the house. What food to order in. Making sure we get to see your family and my family.”
And all the king’s men
… Joe sighed as well. “No problem.”
“No!” Duncan sounded upset. “That’s just what I fucking mean. You say “no problem” and things roll on as ever, whether you like it or not. But you’ve as much right to make plans as I have. I just wish…”
“Uh-huh?”
Duncan buried his face into Joe’s neck. “I wish you’d fucking tell me what you want. Tell me how you really feel.”
“About Christmas?” Okay, so he didn’t really want to spend a day at Duncan’s mum’s, where the heating was always on full, and the turkey would be dry and sparse. Or at his own family’s, where his parents bickered on default, and the dogs dribbled all over the sofa.
But… to be honest? If he was with Dunc, there was no problem either way. They would eat and drink together, watch crap TV and laugh at the same old jokes, and maybe make out guiltily in the downstairs toilet when the older folks fell asleep, and then come home to sleep the night together. They’d earned that by now. And it was just a day after all, wasn’t it?
“Not just about Christmas, Joe. It’s been a year, right? A year together, living together. Our first Christmas together. We should have got to know each other pretty well. But after tonight… I came to bed thinking I hadn’t learned anything about you at all.”
Joe felt his heart sink, like a really bad case of indigestion. The memory of their raised voices echoed in his mind. “It was a stupid fucking argument. We both said a lot of crap, but it doesn’t matter, does it?”
But Duncan was silent.
“You just got me confused, Dunc. About Christmas and all that stuff.” He’d shouted back at Duncan, rare for him, but he still shouldn’t have done it. “I don’t give a fuck what we do, you know? I mean, I love my family and yours, and I care about their kids, and about making people happy. But I can’t cope with the details. I can’t pretend I know what to get as gifts, or suggest what to cook, or decide who we should see on what day. It’s never been a big thing for me before.” The effort of talking so much through a sleep-thickened throat made him feel weary. “It’s not that I don’t want to help you sort everything out. But times like that, Dunc, I don’t know what you want me to say. And even if I did, you know I’d struggle with putting it into words.”
“I know.” Duncan murmured. “I know, baby.”
Joe didn’t mind the “baby” thing, because no way did Duncan mean he, Joe, was a child in any way. In fact, that was proved by the gentle heat in his groin and the slow swelling of his cock. The sexy smell of Duncan’s sweat in his nostrils was having its usual effect.
“Forgive me?”
Joe didn’t think that even needed an answer, but hey. “Of course I do.” He’d been just as guilty of fuelling the argument, he knew. “Nothing to forgive. Just ups and downs, right?” Yeah, that careless phrase had an effect on his cock as well.
Duncan’s shoulders shrugged. His nose nudged along Joe’s collarbone. “Anyway, I thought some more about it, on my own.”
Joe wondered if the guilt included hoping Dunc had concluded everything on his own, too.
“And I realised I had something to tell you.”
“Yeah?” Should he ask… was it something they could discuss in the morning? They both had a few days off over the holiday period, but Joe was hoping to spend a lot of that catching up on his sleep. Then Duncan started wriggling in the bed again, sliding down under the covers, and Joe stifled another yawn. Well, of course, he’d been hoping to catch up on some more of this, too.
“I’ve actually learned a
lot
about you in the last year, Joe.”
Joe felt Duncan’s softened words, rather than heard them. That was because there was a rushing noise in his ears as the blood started to pump more fiercely around his body. Was that Duncan’s panting he could hear, or his own? The last he remembered was seeing Duncan’s head disappear under the sheet, and feeling Duncan’s breath surround his erection, and then Duncan’s lips begin sucking slowly and greedily around his balls... Ah yes, and
that
would be why he felt Duncan’s words so keenly.
Duncan sucked more enthusiastically, at the same time as swiping his tongue around the base of Joe’s cock. “Did you hear me?”
Joe replied as best he could, his back arching and his skin shivering with the pleasure. “Hn.” It wasn’t the most coherent speech he’d ever made, but hey. He was in bed. Naked. Half asleep. Making love with Duncan. Who the hell could manage public speaking as well?
Duncan’s sigh stirred the nest of pubic hairs at Joe’s groin. “You want to hear exactly what I’ve learnt?”
Joe thought that was possibly the very last thing on his current list of Things To Orgasm To, but Duncan did so love to talk. And he did so love Dunc… “Yes. Please.”
Just keep doing that thing you do.
Duncan shifted between Joe’s thighs, his tongue still bathing Joe’s dick. He slipped a hand under Joe’s balls and stroked gently at the soft skin behind.
Joe yelped and his head swam. “That’s one of the things, isn’t it? Don’t bother with telling me about that one. Just… do it again.”
Duncan chuckled, and obliged. “Not just the sex stuff. Though I confess I was startled to find out just how much of a slut you are.”
“No way!” Joe gave another yelp, of protest this time. He didn’t often get embarrassed, but if he was going to, it’d be for the things he and Dunc had experimented with this last year. Then Duncan slipped a fingertip further back and brushed at the entrance to his arse. “Yes way,” Joe amended.
I am a slut, I am
. “Now. Please. More.” He wasn’t entirely in control of the words that spilled out, nor the way his thighs tensed, lifting his knees off the mattress.
“Uh-huh.” Duncan laughed again and nodded, his hair brushing against Joe’s bare belly. “But I meant what else I learned about you. About me. Us.”
“You couldn’t have talked about this over dinner?”
Soul searching is so overrated
. Joe groaned aloud, not caring about disturbing the neighbours, like Duncan had worried about when they first moved in. Duncan lapped his tongue back along Joe’s inner thighs and his lubed finger slipped to the first digit inside Joe’s arse.
Lube?
Joe wasn’t going to bother asking when Dunc had got prepared. Didn’t he say he loved his guy?
Then Duncan shifted again and sat up in the bed beside him.
Hey, what the hell?
Duncan was just as naked, his skin shining with the soft sheen of sweat. His lips glistened with saliva and pre-cum. He kept his hand at Joe’s arse, but now he was looking down at Joe. His other hand cupped Joe’s face, stroking along Joe’s jaw. “Like how at every time and every place, I want to be with you. How things are really only good if I’m with you. Or know you’re on your way to join me. Or thinking of me. Or waiting for me when I come home, stripped naked and lying on our bed with your wrists strapped to the headboard and a leather harness on your–”
“That was just the once,” Joe interrupted, quickly. That embarrassment thing? He might have to give in to it soon.
When can we do it again
?
Duncan smiled. “I know. I just wanted to tell you... something.” His eyes looked large and mellow. Maybe a little moist.
Fuck.
Joe felt that indigestion ache again, cold in his belly. He knew he hadn’t been listening carefully enough. Duncan was really worrying about something. Maybe about Joe’s lack of enthusiasm for Christmas duties. Duncan was unhappy with their relationship and would likely pack his bags and leave one day, because Joe wouldn’t—
couldn’t
—understand him properly—
“Stop that,” Duncan said, quite sharply considering he was also concentrating on fingering Joe’s arse. “Joe, this is not bad news, you hear? I know that look, it’s your panicking one. Your ‘Duncan is a mystery to me and one day he’ll grow tired of me’ look. It’s not going to happen. I’m not moving from here, from
us
. You’re the best. The best for me.”
Joe tried to recapture the coherency thing, but it was elusive. Duncan had just brushed that delicious little spot, and if he’d just crook his finger one more millimetre to the left... “I’m not panicking. Not really. Just. You deserve...” What could he say? How could he say it? “Someone who’s clever like you. Who can talk to you. I can’t do it as well as you can. Say what I feel.”
Duncan dipped his head and his lips brushed at Joe’s ear. “Idiot,” he whispered. “That’s what I’ve learnt. That’s what you do.”
“Huh?” Joe managed to lift an arm and slide it around Duncan’s waist. If he tugged carefully, he could pull his brand new husband down on top of him and then…well, they’d work the logistics out together.
“You talk to me in all sorts of ways. And you
do
tell me how you feel.” Duncan kissed gently at Joe’s neck, sliding his free hand down Joe’s chest, flipping Joe’s tight nipple as it went. “It’s been a year of getting used to each other. But you’ve never doubted it, have you? Never questioned it was what you wanted. Never denied me or disrespected me.”
“Of course not.” Joe was puzzled. Close to climax, sure, but with enough sanity left to be bemused, too.
Duncan sighed, but it was a happy sound. “You look out for me. You put me first. You listen to me when I ramble on, and pick arguments, and talk just to hear the sound of my own voice. Then you step in and help me make the right decision for both of us. You don’t realise it, do you? Don’t realise what you give me. You give me what I need.”
Joe sighed. He knew what
he
needed right now, but the suspense was kind of exciting, too. And the crisis seemed to have passed. Well, it was probably never there at all. Duncan’s voice was soft and rich, and it was never a problem to listen to him. He was wise in all the ways Joe wasn’t; outspoken in all the ways Joe never could be. That went without saying, didn’t it? “And the Christmas things?”
“I’ll sort it all out,” Duncan said, like he could settle world peace and make perfect chocolate souffle without even taking a second breath.
“That works for me.” Joe smiled to himself. He was very happy, and not just because Duncan was playing with him. “Come here,
baby
.”
Duncan chuckled. “You know, your eyes change when you look at me. They get hungry. And soft. Your hands reach out for me when I pass by.” He ran his free hand over Joe’s belly, his fingers curling slowly around Joe’s thick cock. “You want me. You enjoy me. Everything you do speaks to me. Everything you are.” His words became muffled as he bent over and slid his lips back over Joe’s cock. “Especially the lying on the bed with the strapped wrists and the harness thing.”
Joe moaned in protest again, but it was in rhythm with Duncan’s mouth and fingers. He reckoned he was doing the
slut
thing again, too. No problem. His climax was coiling slowly, burning in the base of his groin, throbbing inexorably toward the end of his cock and the leaking pre-cum that glistened there...
With a sudden yell, he came. He arched up, his heels digging into their much-maligned mattress. He spurted cum into Duncan’s mouth, lots and lots of it, hot and thick, evidence of his ecstasy and relief. Threading his fingers through Duncan’s hair, he held on tight, shuddering with each spasm. He groaned. Muttered some nonsense that even he didn’t understand. Moaned softly as he started to come down from the impossibly delicious high.
“And of course,” Duncan said, his voice muffled through his laughter, “especially that kind of conversation!”