Trust - Page 101
“And Reubs?”
“Yeah?”
I hugged him. As hard as I could. “Let’s just have an ordinary evening. Watch shit on TV. No drama. Forget about everything. Just a night in an ordinary life. Ordinary future. All that shit. No more money talk. It’s doing my head in.”
He rolled his eyes. I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“You’re a little shit,” he whispered. “But that’s okay.”
Happily ever after
REUBEN
The first thing that went wrong today, was the fact that I woke up with a weird desire to suck dick. Figures, since I was living with a bloke. But the sucking-dick-urge was a new thing that I still hadn’t tried properly. Well. All the gay stuff was not so strange anymore.
I had no experience, really, but hey. Pansexuality was a thing, Google had told me. And I was currently…maybe…perhaps…kind of rocking that label.
I loved what we did. I wasn’t even disappointed when we just ended up cuddling in bed, because sometimes we were both shattered, and sometimes this was all too new and exciting for my brain.
The bed was awesome. I’d never had one that size, and it was honestly like sleeping on a cloud.
Better than the manky old beds at work. Didn’t matter that they got dressed up in fancy sheets; underneath were years of human stains and hairs and bedbugs and all kinds of shit. None of us working there actually enjoyed the times when we had to stay the night. I certainly never had. Weird rooms. Weird beds. No, thank you.
Here, though? It was funny how he’d been right. This was just a house. But he was here, and that made it…
Home.
My home. AND he was stark bollock naked sprawled on the bed as the sunlight trickled through the blinds.
Nice blinds.
How lucky was I?
Lucky enough that I kissed his back. His buttock. That little dip at the bottom of his spine.
Baby. He was such a bloody baby. He slept like one too. Solidly. Didn’t even move during the night anymore.
“Hey.” I nudged his shoulder with my nose. More kisses. Sleep-warmed skin.
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled curling up towards me. I kissed his shoulder, pushed a few strands of hair from his forehead.
How did I get like this? A few months ago, I’d been happily sleeping in my bed with Mr Snuggles. Now, Mr Snuggles was pushed up against the plush headboard and looked rather miffed at having a pillow thrust in his face.
And here I was. Happy. WTF, universe?
I kissed him. Snuggled into his neck. Peppered small kisses down his chest. His belly button. The trail of hair down his groin. His dick that seemed to be up for whatever I had in mind.
I could almost hear him smiling up there, quietly waiting for me to make my next move.
Like chess. I didn’t even play it.
What’s your next move, Reubs?
I smiled to myself and licked a little line down his leg, teasing as he shifted his hips, rolled them.
“Wanna play?” he said. “Up for it?”
“Play what?”