119. Aftermath
119
AFTERMATH
Neil
I’d been standing at the window watching for the car, so I had the door open when Archer and Daire arrived at the apartment with Martin. “I can’t thank you enough.” I’d transfer the bail money into one of their accounts tomorrow but didn’t want to say that in front of my mate. I suspected he was angry and humiliated at being arrested and while I’d never advocate violence, I got great satisfaction at seeing—and hearing—Martin smack that guy in the face. What an asshat!
While Charlie was too young to understand what happened, he heard the heated voices, the shouts and his dad’s fist hitting the other guy’s chin. And I’d had to sooth him. Toby’s instinct was to shield me from Martin’s so-called friend’s hurtful words.
When I finally got the kids home, I sat Toby down and we had a talk about using words not fists. “Even though your dad was trying to protect me, fighting is never the answer.”
“I get it, TD, but I understand why he did it. He loves you and us.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
And now I was welcoming the wounded warrior into our home. The other guy’s face must have been pretty banged up, but my mate was just filthy, unshaven and with bags under his eyes.
“We’ll sort things out in the morning. Thanks, guys.”
I sniffed my mate and ordered him into our ensuite. After getting him a towel and clothes that he’d left in our closet, I told him, “Shower and I’ll get you something to eat.” I’d made chili earlier and a pot of rice so I heated up a portion and put together a quick salad.
When Martin appeared in the doorway, bare chested as he clutched a shirt in his hand and water dripping from his hair, I had to look away. Not because I couldn’t stand the sight of him. The opposite. He was hot as fuck. The sexy scruff on his jaw was made for running my fingers through. And I was tempted to say, “Stop!” when he buttoned up the shirt.
Instead, I told him to sit while I got his meal.
“You’re not eating?” he asked as I sat opposite him with a mug of tea.
“Had my dinner with the kids.” Toby had wanted to stay up once Daire confirmed they’d paid Martin’s bail, but bureaucracy worked slowly and it was hours before they got home. Both my boys were sound asleep.
My mate nodded and I concentrated on my drink rather than the hot guy tucking into the food I’d made. But I kept peeking at him through my fringe of lashes and my cock responded. Glad there was a table between him and me and that I was wearing an oversized shirt, I gulped a mouthful of tea.
“You okay, Neil?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“I’m sorry.”
His apology had me glancing up. “For what?”
“Duh. The whole punching episode in front of the kids and getting arrested. That.”
“Oh, right. It slipped my mind.” Our eyes locked on one another and we burst out laughing. It was good to laugh. I hadn’t done enough of it.
“Mmmm. You seem kinda preoccupied.”
The initial thought that popped into my head was to deflect and say I was tired, it’d been a long day. But this was my mate I was talking to. While it may be awkward telling him I was aching for him when we’d been separated a while, I didn’t want to lie.
So I spit it out. “You’re turning me on.”
He smirked. I’d missed that along with waking up beside him and having him bring Charlie into our bed in the morning. Martin stuck out his foot and nudged my knees apart. I opened my mouth to say no, but my body had other ideas. Spreading my legs, I closed my eyes and whimpered as my mate’s foot came in contact with my arousal. He pressed gently and I moaned and then he pressed a little harder.
I gripped the edge of the table as goosebumps sprinkled themselves over my skin. His voice, when he spoke, was husky and the rugged tone made me harder and slick spilled from my hole. “Take off your jeans.”
“Not here. The boys might wake up.” Charlie couldn’t get out of his crib but Toby might stumble out.
“We’ll hear Toby.” That was true. He always made heaps of noise when he got out of bed .
Having sex in the kitchen created a frisson of excitement as if we were doing it in public.
My jeans were on the floor along with my briefs and Martin crawled under the table. The second his mouth made contact with the soft skin on my thigh, I yelped.
“Shush,” he urged as his tongue made its way over my leg and toward my stiff cock. I grabbed a dishcloth from the table and shoved it in my mouth as he made his way up my leg. The cloth muffled my moans and I leaned back, spreading my legs even more.
Fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft as my mate’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock. Waves of pleasure were rolling over me, battering me, leaving me limp but wanting more.
Martin pulled me forward and then he kissed my thigh and nibbled the sensitive skin while his hand pumped my dick.
“Baby, that’s so good,” I mumbled into the dishcloth. With my butt on the edge of the seat and slick coating my thigh, his finger prodded my hole. “Gods, yes. Like that. Fuck me with your finger.”
While my mate’s finger went in and out, his mouth sucked my cock. I wanted his length buried in my hole but the sensations flooding my body were too good to put on pause while we raced to the bedroom. Later. His cock in my channel would come later.
Martin lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders and I wished I could see his mouth on me, his tongue lapping the tip and his finger plunging in and out of my hole.
He mumbled while sucking me and that had my body tingling. A tight knot in my belly that had been there since I asked him to move out evaporated and tension that had gripped my shoulders was released.
I removed the cloth from my mouth and whispered, “Martin, I love you.”
He pulled away, though his finger remained in my hole, and bumped his head on the table. “Love you too.”
“Now get back to what you were doing.”
“Yes, sir.”
He swallowed me again, and he was right where I wanted him to be. With the dishcloth wedged between my teeth, I mewed and grunted as his mouth and hand tugged my cock. My head fell back and I concentrated on the overwhelming sensations flooding my body. Letting myself go so I emptied my mind of everything except the pleasure I was experiencing, I allowed myself to relish the orgasm that was hurtling toward me.
Bucking my hips increased the pleasurable sensations. Adding to my euphoria was the slick slippery sound as his mouth sucked on my very hard cock. Much as I wanted to continue having my mate’s lips on me, I couldn’t stop the orgasm. Biting hard on the cloth, as my body trembled, I spurted cum into my mate’s mouth and the dishcloth fell to the floor.
When I stopped shuddering, Martin slid out from under the table and carried me into the bedroom. And then he stuck his dick in me.
Next morning, I mumbled, “This is nice,” as a warm body snuggled around me. My mate's scent tickled my nostrils and without checking the time, I guessed Charlie was due to wake up any minute.
“I missed waking up with you.”
“Mmmm.” Wait, who said that? I shot up, yanking a blanket off the bed as I did and putting it in front of me. Shoot, I was naked and Martin was in the bed. What had we done? It didn’t take detective skills to understand we’d fucked. And now memories of last night were flitting into my head. Gods, it was good. But was it right? Not that it was wrong but was the timing right?
Martin had just been released on bail so emotions were high. He was worried about the future, certain that he’d lost his job, while I had no idea what the future looked like. Sure, I could co-parent with my mate but sleeping together didn’t solve our issues. It just complicated them.
“You regret us having sex?” he said, and then glanced away.
“No. Yes. I don’t know.”
Martin sat up, making sure to cover his dick with the sheet. “I loved being with you and want to come home. I want to be a full-time dad and mate. I die a little every day that I’m not with you and the boys.”