Chapter 53
Chapter Fifty-Three
WILL
Day Eighteen
‘See? I told you you’d do it,’ Sam says, lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. ‘I knew you had it in you.’
‘Sam, I’m still in shock.’
It had been impossible to catch Sam today. I caught a tan waiting for the day to end, when he could close his shop and we could head upstairs into the solace of his apartment. Itching to tell him my news, the hours went by slowly, until this moment when we could be alone together at last.
My arms around his shoulders, running a hand through his long hair. I smell apricot. He presses against me, my legs wrapping around his waist.
‘I can’t believe he found it,’ Sam says. ‘All because he wanted your desk.’
‘Can you believe he didn’t ask me first?’ I joke. ‘Guess I had no rights after being fired.’
‘I can’t believe you got fired and didn’t know about it.’
‘I can. I didn’t even get leave. Just flew here and winged it. I knew it was coming when I didn’t turn up for literally two and a half weeks.’
Saying that out loud makes me realise how quickly my time in Athens has gone, and how fast everything has changed. Who knew that all it took was for me to go to Athens to find myself?
Most people go to Bali.
Maybe I’ll do that next.
‘But I’m afraid to ask,’ Sam says. ‘What does this mean?’
‘Elaborate.’
‘Won’t you need to be back in Cardiff? I don’t want to hold you back, but your career is going to flourish now. I don’t know if you’ve realised, but there is hardly a thriving animation team here in Athens.’
I place my finger on his lips, feeling the softness under the tip.
‘I negotiated,’ I say. ‘I can work remotely.’
Sam looks at me, confused, then his eyebrows shoot up. ‘You mean…?’
‘I’m going to apply for the nomad visa, and I’m going to move to Athens,’ I say.
Waiting for Sam has given me a lot of time to think.
What’s waiting for me in Cardiff? Besides my apartment, Alice and my parents, with whom I could keep in touch with easily, there isn’t much else.
It would be hard to let go of the plants, but I can work that out.
I’m ready for a change and a fresh start. Athens can offer that.
Sam can offer that.
‘I’ll find a place,’ I say.
‘Are you joking? You’re staying with me.’
I move back to see him better. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes, I’m sure.’
‘Pretty big step, moving in together,’ I say, ‘We’ve only just gone official.’
‘I think you forget that before you were my boyfriend, you were my best friend.’ Sam grins. ‘It’ll be perfect. We can play the Switch all day.’
‘And make Pokémon cookies.’
‘And watch Star Wars.’
‘Not so sure about that one.’
‘Game of Thrones,’ Sam counters.
‘And Sabrina.’
‘Carpenter?’
‘Teenage Witch.’
‘Anything you want.’
‘Anything.’
‘Kiss me.’
Linking my arms around his neck, I pull him close, kissing him with a tender affection that I wish to savour. His kiss is hungry, pressing into me, and I can feel him reacting to my touch.
My hand slides down to his trousers, finding the button. I wait for him to object, to stop me. But his eyebrows cock up. ‘What you waiting for?’
He lets the shorts fall, revealing his Calvins. I run my hand over them, biting his lip, feeling his breath on my skin, and his weight in my hands.
‘Let’s fuck,’ I whisper.
He lets out a small growl, lifting my T-shirt, revealing my torso.
He helps me readjust where I sit. His lips dance over mine, then down my neck and onto my chest. His hands pull at my shorts, so rough I think he might rip them.
I let out a groan as he pulls off my underwear, so that I’m exposed to him.
‘You’re perfect.’
He slips off his own boxers so that I can feel his dick on me.
‘Do you have lube?’ I ask.
Sam doesn’t answer. Instead, he kneels down, and his tongue explores places only he knows how to. It goes deep, his hands on either side of my cheeks. Lifting up, his dick brushes my hole, and he spits into his hand, rubbing it over his cock.
He kisses my chest, placing a finger on my stomach. ‘Wait there, mister.’
He disappears into his bedroom, leaving me vibrating on his counter. When he comes back, my dick throbs, eager. He rips the condom packaging, taking it out, sliding it onto his shaft. He kisses me, and my kisses try to convey to him I’m sure, to tell him he can trust me.
‘Go slow,’ I say, looking at his girth.
He enters me, pushing ever so slowly so that I can wrap around the head. I take a breath, my eyes closing, feeling the rush to my head. I feel myself stretching, feel the pleasure of accommodating him inside me, and he holds me. My eyes roll back, and as I relax, he goes deeper, making me gasp.
My fingernails rove down his back, my legs wrapping tightly around him, bringing him closer, so that slowly he gets every inch of himself into me. He lets me breathe, staying where he is. My God, he’s a lot to take.
With every stroke, he makes me groan. My body quivers, and with one of his thrusts my whole body gives way to take him, making me twitch and writhe under his movements.
He looks into my eyes, holding my legs, before tilting his head to observe his dick going into me.
Effortless, now. My body used to him. The massage deep within as he hits me right has me biting my lip.
‘Fuck, Sam.’
He still says nothing, but his breathing gets heavier.
Somehow, it’s hotter when he doesn’t talk.
His usually neat mane of hair falls over his shoulders, trailing down to brush my skin.
I grab some of it, feeling the softness in my hand.
My desire to be closer to him, a part of him, strong.
His sweat drips onto me, rolling down my skin.
With every push from him, I feel a deep need to come, a soaring tenderness at the base of my stomach.
He’s quick now, his hands on the table supporting him.
Pressed against the wall, pinned to him, unable to move.
I don’t care. I lift my legs higher to accommodate him, groaning in sync with his movements.
My back arches ever so slightly, opening up to him.
He throws his head back and lets out a roar, and I gasp, feeling a heat within.
He shakes ever so slightly, his forehead meeting mine. He relaxes, and I do, too. I kiss his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat, and he lets out a small laugh.
‘Fuck.’
He slips out of me, making me gasp.
He takes my dick and pumps it until my own cum splashes across my chest. I’m his.
‘That was hot,’ he says.
‘If that’s what living in Athens gets me, I’m moving in with you.’
He reaches for a tea towel – I’ve used worse – and helps me clean up.
Hopping into the shower, I take Sam’s hand.
We let the water wash over us, let our wet bodies intertwine.
We almost go for round two, but both of us are spent.
Water rushes over our skin as our foreheads meet, our bodies inches away from one another.
He holds me, swaying me ever so slightly.
In bed that night, we look at the stars as I lay in Sam’s arms.
‘It’s crazy, isn’t it?’ Sam muses.
‘What?’
‘How life works out,’ he says. ‘Who would have thought I’d find my best friend again, and we’d be together like this?’
I brush his arm, moving into him. ‘It’s perfect.’
If Ollie has done anything for me, it’s to lead me straight into the arms of a guy I’m certain I’ll be with for a long time.