New Lease of Life (29 page)

His mouth fell away from Colby’s flesh as he dropped back onto the mattress, dragging air into his lungs.

Colby dropped down onto his elbow, bringing their bodies closer together and pressing a long line of heat down one side of Pip’s body. “Did you bite me?”

“Sorry,” Pip apologized, with barely a hint of contrition. He wasn’t sorry. It had been perfect. “I needed something in my mouth, and your hands and dick were busy. Did you like it?”

Flushing to the tips of his ears, Colby dropped his gaze to Pip’s belly and ran his fingers through their spunk, mixing their DNA, smearing it into Pip’s skin. “Yeah.”

Pip glanced at Colby’s chest. He’d been eager to run his hands through that short fuzz earlier yet somehow had never got around to it. He gave into the temptation now, dragging his fingers from nipple to nipple, through the pelt that had the same texture as the dark hair on Colby’s head. A solitary droplet of spunk glistened in the trail just below Colby’s navel.

“How come I’m the messy one?”

“It’s a nightmare getting come out of this rug.” Colby gestured to his chest with spunk-covered fingers.

Pip grabbed Colby’s hand and dragged his fingers in a triangle from nipples over smooth skin to Colby’s belly button and back again. “Oops.”

Colby chuckled as Pip loaded up his fingers with more of their combined spunk and then traced his fingers in the opposite direction. “Have you quite finished? Actually, I didn’t want to crush you.”

“Crush away. I’ve been desperate to feel your weight on me for a while now.”

“A while?”

“A week, give or take a day or two.”

Collapsing on top of Pip, with a careful drop that only forced the smallest huff of air from Pip’s chest, Colby wriggled around until they were likely to be well and truly glued together.

“A biter, huh?” Colby asked when he was finally settled, his warm weight pressing Pip into the mattress.

“Not always, but your bicep was right there and it looked lickable. Licking led to biting. And I like something in my mouth when I come,” Pip admitted.

Colby laughed, and Pip could feel the vibrations all through his body. “You could have just asked me to kiss you.”

There were plenty of flippant remarks Pip could have given to that statement, but the wonder-filled light in Colby’s eyes allowed for only one response.

“Kiss me?”

And Colby did.

STARTING TO
feel hungry but too contented to move, Pip drifted on the edge of sleep. Something Colby had said earlier floated through the more tactile memories, and Pip huffed out a laugh.

“Wha?” Colby muttered, his voice thick with sleep.

“Just remembering something you said.”

“And it made you laugh? Yet again, I couldn’t see your face.” Colby buried his face in Pip’s hair and planted a kiss on the top of his head. “What did I say?”

“Full disclosure? And you won’t judge me for what I’m about to tell you?”

“You’re only here for a free copy of my DVD and my big fat cock.”

“Crude. Helps that you know what to do with it.” Pip paused and trailed his fingers through the hair on Colby’s chest. Colby had been right, of course. Despite having scrubbed themselves down with Colby’s T-shirt, their combined spunk had dried into his hair, leaving parts of it clumped and matted.

“You’re not, are you?”

At the concerned question, Pip lifted his head off Colby’s chest to find Colby looking down at him.

“I mean, if it is just a one-time thing, I’m fine with that… I guess. I know, we’re gay men and that’s what we do apparently, but I’m not—”

“No.” Didn’t they already have a date for the cinema on Friday? Perhaps Colby thought that had been a means to an end? To Pip getting his end away. Pip rolled onto his front, resting his arms across Colby’s chest and ineffectively pinning his lover to the bed. “No. Relax. We’ve both used the B word—”

“B word?”

“Boyfriend. And I’m surprisingly fine with the idea. Maybe I’m growing up.”

“Maybe you’ve never met the right man before, you floozie,” Colby countered. “I figure the foot massages probably swayed you in my favor.”

“Naturally I’m ever hopeful that I’ll get a few more of those.” Beneath him, the tightness in Colby’s muscles seeped away, leaving Pip’s full-body pillow relaxed and pliant once again. Pip rested his chin on his arms and, with Colby filling his field of vision, let his gaze roam over his boyfriend’s features.

“Anytime. I’m at your beck and call.” Colby traced a finger over Pip’s lips. “You’re smiling again.”

“This is going to sound corny.” The cheesiest thing he’d ever said, or even allowed himself to think, but Colby deserved to know he wasn’t only with him for the size of his dick. “My life had become one big gray cloud since—” He faltered. “—since the dog incident. A cloud of my own making, I know. I understand that, have always understood that. You… you bring sunshine into those shadows.”

“Mix us together and we make rainbows.” Colby grinned. “So gay.”

Pip had to push down at the pinch of hurt that welled up at Colby’s gentle ribbing. Even though he knew it was just teasing. Instead Pip poked him in the chest. “I was being serious.”

“I know. And it was beautiful,” Colby said, imparting sincerity into every word. Not just in the tone of his voice but from the softening of his features and the fondness in his expression when he gazed down at Pip. “Honest.”

“And I hadn’t finished. You’re handsome—” Colby snorted and rolled his eyes, interrupting the flow of his little speech, so Pip poked him again. “—self-effacing, and bloody tenacious. You didn’t let me wallow in my self-pity.”

“I just wanted to see you smile. Mission accomplished. Except now I need to see that smile every day.” Colby’s thumb traced a teasing path over Pip’s cheekbone. “That rainbow we make when we’re together, I want that in my life.”

“Now who’s being sappy? And I just wanted you to know this.” Pip stretched up and delivered a kiss that barely made contact, a press against Colby’s lower lip and catching on stubble in the divot below Colby’s mouth. “Us, it isn’t just about the size of your dick or the magic things you can do with your hands. But that’s not my secret.”

“Secret?” Colby whispered.

Pip nodded, although he was loath to break the moment with something so trivial. But laughter had been a large part of their time in this bed so far, and hopefully his secret would amuse Colby. “It’s a silly secret, but I think you’ll appreciate it. My accent, does it turn you on?”

“I like that you’re slimmer and smaller than me. That turns me on no end. It’s probably what attracted me to you before you even opened your stroppy mouth. Then again, that fire inside you, when it isn’t directed at yourself, gets me going. Do I like that you’re posh? Doesn’t really matter.”

“Hmm.”

“Not gonna lie, certain phrases give me shivers. Not telling you which ones, though. But it’s you who makes me pop a woody, not the fact that you talk with a plum in your mouth.” Colby grinned and clasped his large hand over his heart. “Are you going to tell me you’re not a nobleman? I’ll be most disappointed if you’re not titled. I had my heart set on us being Lord and Lady Pipsqueak.”

Pip laughed. Colby’s eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open, and then his face settled into a contented, soppy-looking expression that Pip couldn’t fathom. But starting a sentence with “Your face just freaked out and is now looking at me as if I was the best thing since sliced bread” might be a little insensitive. And factually incorrect, since Pip hated sliced bread.

“The title—not Lord Pipsqueak—” Pip interrupted himself to cut Colby off before the words made it out of his mouth. The mischievous twinkle in Colby’s eyes had betrayed his intent. Pip started again. Hereditary titles were no laughing matter in his family’s opinion. “The title is on my mother’s side, so it went to my uncle Freddie and will pass to my cousin. There are three of them, all boys, and two of them have baby boys of their own, so, no, not titled and not bothered either.”

“That’s not much of a secret.”

“Shhh.” Pip placed a finger on Colby’s lips. An amused smirk formed around his finger, but Colby kept quiet. “About that cockney thing—”

“I told you,” Colby mumbled around Pip’s finger. He pressed a kiss to the pad of flesh and then nipped at the fingertip until Pip pulled the digit away in an act of self-preservation. “I’m a working-class Londoner, but I was born and raised in Brentford, before the council understood the word regeneration.”

“Not in the sound of Bow Bells, ergo, not a cockney. I get that.”

“Disappointed?” Colby’s voice slipped into the accent he’d all but trained out of his voice and added a touch of Hollywood Londoner for good measure. “I can still be your bit ’a rough, guv’nr.”

“’Course I’m not disappointed.” Pip paused and huffed out a breath. Secret time. “I am. Technically a cockney, that is.”

Colby’s eyebrows shot up so fast Pip feared the thick dark masses would fly off his face and get stuck to the wall behind the bed. “No cockney I know would use the word ergo.”

“I was born in the maternity wing of Barts. Mother’s private doctor was lecturing at St. Bartholomew’s training hospital when I decided to put in an appearance.”

“You were born within the sound of Bow Bells,” Colby
said gleefully. “
Ergo
, you’re a cockney. Well, would you Adam and Eve it?”

Colby’s body started to rock with silent laughter, rippling beneath Pip in a way that Pip found both endearing and sexy.

“Are you taking the piss?” Pip asked with a grin, ignoring the interest in his groin in favor of drinking in Colby’s unbridled delight. “Because that is the first time I’ve heard you use rhyming slang since we met.”

Colby sucked in a breath. “I don’t….” Laughter stuttered out of him, and he took a deeper breath, blinking rapidly as it turned into a yawn.

Colby tugged until Pip found his cheek resting on Colby’s chest again. The duvet landed on Pip’s back, cocooning him in heat from both sides. Colby brushed a kiss over the top of his head.

In a voice once more thick with sleep, Colby murmured, “Don’t care if you are twenty-seventh in line to replace Lizzie on the throne or due to be the next pearly king of Cheapside. As long as, when you take your crown, you still want me for your queen.”

Pip didn’t respond immediately, too scared to utter the word that leapt far too readily to his lips. By the time he’d thought of something clever to say, Colby’s breath had deepened, and the pillow of muscle beneath his head rose and fell in the steady rhythm of sleep.

No need for something clever and dismissive, after all.

“Forever.”

Colby grunted softly in his sleep and tightened his arms around Pip.

WAKING UP,
Pip ached all over. Arse. Ankle. Everywhere. But it was a good ache that only came with being sated and well used. Colby had certainly kept his promise, rimming Pip until he hadn’t just writhed but had rubbed one off on the sheets. Luckily Colby had the patience of a saint, if saints were allowed to do such filthy things, and it hadn’t taken too long for Pip to get actively involved in proceedings again.

Busting for a pee, Pip maneuvered out from under Colby’s arm. He rolled onto his back and tried to slip out from under the duvet without letting the spring chill into the bed. He skimmed over the sheet, the friction against his arse raising heat, which radiated from his cheeks and the backs of his thighs. Colby hadn’t just been paying lip service in the name of dirty talk; he really did like rimming. There was a serious danger Pip’s arse was suffering from stubble burn.

With foreplay like that, Pip wouldn’t ever need to take poppers again. And playing Colby’s way meant Pip got all of the pleasure without the guaranteed headache, or running the risk of getting a soft dick.

Bladder relieved, Pip headed back into the bedroom, the click of his cane muffled by the thick carpet. Intending to snuggle back in against Colby’s bulky chest, Pip leaned his cane up against the side of a tallboy; it was barely three of his shuffling steps. He could make it to the bed unaided.

One step brought him level with the tall arching window, and with the curtains pulled back, Pip could see out over the grounds. There wasn’t another house in sight, which was lucky since Pip stood stark bollock naked at the window.

A seat, certainly wide enough for Pip to sit with his legs outstretched, edged the bottom of the window. He had something similar in his own home, there from a time before the house had been divided into flats and one of the things that had encouraged Pip to lay out more money than he could reasonably afford at the time. Inheritances had cleared much of that mortgage over time, although he’d rather still owe the debt and have his grandfather around. Colby’s window seat looked as though it might have been an addition to the original house; certainly the window didn’t match the ones at the front of the house in shape or design.

His attention drifted to the padded seat, the fabric reflecting the navy and pink theme that Colby had going on in his bedroom. The clothes that Colby had stripped so reverently from Pip’s body had been laid out carefully on the seat, considering the urgency with which they’d disrobed. The same couldn’t be said for Colby’s clothes. His joggers were discarded somewhere on the floor, and his T-shirt had been used for cleanup more than once during the night.

“I had that put in when I moved here.” Arms slipped around Pip’s waist. “There’s another matching one downstairs in my study.” Colby’s fingers splayed over Pip’s stomach. “Do you like it?”

“It’s similar to the one I have in my bedroom.” Not that he needed to tell Colby that. He’d been in there once or twice. “Only bigger. Typical of you. Everything about you is bigger.”

“Hmm.” Colby ran a hand up Pip’s body and picked at some drying spunk on Pip’s chest. “Look at you, all covered in come. You’re a mess.”

“Whose fault is that? Half of this stuff is yours.”

“Na-huh,” Colby mumbled into Pip’s neck, pressing kisses into his skin. “More like twenty-five. I binned some of mine with that condom, remember.”