Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
SAM
Day Eleven
Will stirs next to me, his head resting on my chest. Eyes fluttering open, I wince as the morning sunlight nearly blinds me, dust motes twirling towards us like fairies coming to get gossip.
‘Morning,’ Will croaks.
I feel his naked body on mine, surprised that we’ve somehow managed to spend the night sleeping on the coffee shop floor.
So last night did happen, and it was a fucking dream.
I can still feel him on my cock, still taste his kiss.
My cock stirs and I trace my fingers over Will’s stomach, twirling his hairs around my fingers.
I kiss his lips, tentative, unsure. What if he regrets last night? But he kisses me back, moving to me so that our bodies press together. I feel him harden against me, and I groan. ‘You’re going to make me ruin you.’
Will smirks. ‘Maybe I want to be ruined.’
I nip at his lip, and he gasps.
Will stretches, looking towards the drawn blinds. ‘Thank God you closed those.’
‘Probably not the best idea for Athens to see us like this.’
Will rolls over, so that I can see his arse. I run my hands over him, my fingers slipping at the crest of his arse cheek. Will groans. ‘Now you’re teasing me.’
‘Just showing you what you’ve got coming to you.’
Will rolls his shoulders, propping himself up on his elbows. ‘I suppose I should help you clean up. Get ready for the day.’
‘I think the locals can cope if we open a bit later.’ Because all I want to do is bring Will to me, get him to straddle me, rile him up. I resist, instead settling for a kiss. ‘You want a coffee?’
‘Always.’ Will hands me the Polaroid photos from last night. ‘They’re hot.’
I look at each one. ‘God, I’m a good photographer.’
‘And I’m clearly a good model.’
The photo of Will going down on me already has me hard. ‘You sure you want me to keep them?’
‘Yeah, I trust you,’ Will says. ‘Now. Coffee?’
If there’s anything I can do to extend this moment between us, I will. I want Will all to myself. Just him and I in this coffee shop. Undisturbed. Locked together.
I head behind the counter, firing up the kitchen. Will is watching me, and when I glance, he’s sitting with his legs crossed, bathed in the morning sun. He tilts his head, as if he’s sunbathing.
‘Sam, I need to tell you something.’
My grin fades.
What if he tells me he regrets last night?
I’d get it. It might be weird for him to think of what we did, after what we once were.
For me, though, it felt right. It felt like we’d never lost touch.
Like it was inevitable that it was what we would do.
But maybe it’s different for Will. Maybe he wants to keep what we had, without tainting it more than it has already been.
‘Ollie asked me to marry him.’
My hand slips on the milk jug, and cold milk spills down my bare legs. ‘Shit, Will. What the hell?’
Will scrambles to his feet. ‘Are you hurt?’
‘No, it was cold, should wear an apron, but that’s not important. He asked you to marry him? Again?’
Will gasps. ‘Oh my God, no, not like that.’
I laugh. ‘Then how?’
‘He asked me to marry him and Alec. Like, be his celebrant.’
I take a sigh of relief, heartbeat slowing. Placing the milk jug on the coffee machine, the milk swirls as it heats up. ‘What did you say?’
‘Well, that’s exactly it. I’ve left him hanging.’
Reaching for two coffee mugs, I turn away from him. ‘Why?’
‘Do you mind if I get it to go?’ Will asks, before continuing, ‘I don’t know if I can handle seeing Ollie marry someone else, let alone being the one who makes it happen.’
I turn back to the coffee machine, grounding the beans, watching the coffee pour. Not only am I thinking of what this means for Will, but I’m trying not to think too much about why he wants the coffee to go. ‘What do you think is the right thing to do?’
‘If I don’t do it, his marriage will be cancelled.’
I whistle. ‘And do you want it to be cancelled?’
‘Sam.’
‘Well, do you?’ It’s an awkward question to ask, but as Will walks back and forth, sunlight glistening over his nude body, I’m reminded of why he came here all along. For Ollie. For the wedding.
‘I can’t have the wedding cancelled on my account. I couldn’t live with myself.’
‘You were prepared to try and take him back, though,’ I remind him.
‘Are you purposefully being unhelpful?’ Will snaps.
I hold up my hands. ‘Woah. I’m just playing devil’s advocate.’
‘Don’t.’
I pour the warm milk into both of our mugs, Will’s in one to go. I fashion a Pikachu into his again, taking my time, extending our moments however I can. ‘I think you should speak to Ollie.’
Will walks towards me, his eyes tracing over my naked body. ‘Do you think I should do it?’
‘If they need someone to marry them, and you can do that’—I swallow—‘I think you might regret it if they call it all off because they couldn’t find anyone else.’
Will takes his coffee cup, smiling at the Pikachu floating atop. ‘Why do you have to be so sensible?’
‘Because I balance out your chaos.’
He sips his drink, and I take his hand in mine, kissing the back of it.
‘I’ll speak with him today.’
‘Good,’ I whisper. ‘Listen. Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think what we’re doing is fake anymore.’
‘We could just be good at research,’ Will says, eyes twinkling.
I laugh. ‘Maybe. I don’t want to force anything, but…’ I look at the counter, choosing my next words carefully. ‘Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you and Ollie—’
‘Sam. Nothing.’
‘No, I know. But you have your own thing and, look, I’ll understand if you need to go back to him or anything.’
‘Sam,’ Will says. ‘Please.’
‘I’m just saying, if I lose you to him, then at least I’ll see it coming,’ I say. ‘Talk to him. Work it out. Then maybe we can do the same, and work out where we stand.’
‘You don’t want to be fake boyfriends anymore?’
My cheeks sting, but I meet him dead centre. ‘No, Will, I don’t.’
‘Prove it to me.’
‘Huh?’
Will places his coffee aside. ‘I’m hot to go, so what you going to do about it?’
I walk around the counter, taking Will’s face in my hands. ‘I want to fuck you.’
‘Then fuck me.’
I step behind him, hands snaking down his back, fingers parting his cheeks. He moans as I trace a finger over him, feeling how tight he is. I get to my knees, spreading him before my tongue explores him. He writhes against me, his knees resting against the counter.
A moan escapes his lips, and I slip my finger into him, feeling him accommodate me.
Slowly, gently, I go further, feeling his warmth as he moans in delighted ecstasy.
When he’s open, I stand, taking his hand and guiding him to a booth in the corner of the coffee shop, laying him down on soft pillows.
‘We should have slept here last night,’ Will remarks, as his legs wrap around me and he reaches for my lips.
I stop him, and he leans back, confused. ‘I’m going to get a Johnny.’
‘Don’t keep me waiting.’
I break the record for the fastest, horniest man to run upstairs, get a condom, squirt lube on my dick, rip the condom pack open, and get Will’s legs propped on either side of my shoulders.
He looks good underneath me, hands above him.
I kiss his pits, inhaling the fur underneath, growling as I do so.
I lube my finger, lube him, slipping my finger inside him and relishing his groans.
My dick finds his hole, and I slip the tip inside, feel him adjust to me as my eyes roll to the back of my head. He moans, and I wait as he takes a breath, his grip on me tightening.
‘Yes, Sam,’ he breathes.
Slowly, I slide deeper, until he’s groaning. Once my dick is inside, he presses his forehead against mine, eyes closed, brow furrowed.
‘Are you okay?’
‘I will be,’ he whispers, and he kisses me again.
With deliberate, gentle pushes I thrust into him, picking up the pace. His breath escapes him in hitched moans, until he’s groaning, his cries echoing off the stone walls. His hole stretches around me, his legs keeping me locked in, and sweat rolls down the tip of my nose, dropping onto his chest.
‘Fuck, Sam.’
‘You like that?’
‘Harder.’
I pound him, hearing the wooden bench creak underneath us. The pillows soften the blow as his head collides with the back bench, but he doesn’t ask me to stop. His eyes flutter, his mouth agape, and his fingers trace over my chest, my nipples, making me shake.
The slap of my balls on his bare skin gets faster, and I stretch his legs out wide, allowing myself to sink deeper into him. He rolls his head, moaning, stroking his dick as I collide with him.
‘Sam, you’re going to make me cum.’
A need to see him blow takes over. A haze rushes to my head and I prop myself above him, breathing onto his skin. He reaches for my neck, his eyes never leaving mine.
‘Fuck, fuck, Sam, fuck.’
His load blows across his chest, catching in his hair, and I dip to him, tasting his load. He kisses me, and it surprises me. This kinkier side to him on full display. A rush runs to my head, to my dick, and I squirm as I blow my own, throbbing inside him.
As I slow down, he pulls me closer, until we collapse in a heap.
‘I think our coffee’s gone cold.’
‘And I think I’m late opening.’