Chapter 28 Shaun #2
“Creative how?”
Freddie’s foot, unshod, lands softly on my crotch.
“Ah!” I gasp.
“Oh, I dunno…” His words are smooth like warm butter. “Do you have any ideas?”
Before I can answer, he starts to fondle me with his toes, massaging my cock with a gentle, steady rhythm. Alarmed, I glance around to check no one’s looking, but our corner of the restaurant is dark and everyone nearby is fixated on their own plates.
Sweet vibrations start to build as Freddie expertly teases my shaft. Through my trousers, his touch is feather light, tickling every nerve and sending paralysing waves of pleasure through my whole body. I grab the edge of the table from underneath and hold on for dear life.
“Are you alright?” Freddie asks, feigning innocence. “You look a little flustered.”
“Freddie!” I hiss under my breath as the pleasure becomes electric.
He cocks his head. “Yes, Shaun?” A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He has to feel how hard he’s making me. The boy knows exactly what he’s doing. “So tell me, did you buy the toy I recommended?”
I suppress a moan, thinking about the sleek metal vibrator in my bedside table. “Yes.”
Freddie’s smile widens. “And you’ve tried it out?”
I nod, breathing deeply.
“Good boy.” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “Did it feel good?”
He moves his foot in soft little circles and I melt into my chair. Swallowing hard, I say, “It felt fantastic.”
Freddie’s eyes flare. “Good. So, do you think you’re ready for the real thing?”
Yes, yes, oh my god yes, I scream inside my head.
“Escargots de Bourgogne!”
Our waiter returns out of nowhere, carrying a steaming platter. Freddie hastily drops his foot and I sit bolt upright, as though straightening my spine might hide the size of my erection.
“Merci,” I say, frantically grabbing a napkin for my lap. “I mean, thank you!”
Freddie covers his mouth with one hand and I feel myself going tomato red. The waiter looks at me, concerned.
“Are you alright, sir? I can ask them to turn the heating down?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” My back prickles like my skin is on fire. “Actually, maybe some water with ice?”
“Right away, sir.” He nods and heads off in the direction of the bar.
Freddie’s turned to one side, fighting to keep his laughter at bay.
“Yes, yes, you’re hilarious,” I say, witheringly as I try not to make a big show of rearranging myself into a more comfortable position.
“Sorry!” Freddie waves his hands in a criss-cross pattern. “But your face was priceless.”
“You’re a menace, Freddie Young.”
“I’m aware,” he says, proudly.
I roll my eyes. “May I politely request that we wait until we’re not in public?”
“Ha! Sure. Guess I was getting a little ahead of myself.” Freddie leans in closer, his voice barely louder than the sizzling escargots between us. “Although, seeing how easily I can make you go all starry-eyed is pretty fucking hot.”
I can’t argue with that. In seconds, he had me fully hard with just one foot.
I wonder what other tricks he has up his sleeve.
From the way he’s looking at me, I’m guessing I’ll find out pretty soon.
It’s a new feeling, this total physical need.
When I’m near him, it feels like sparks are flying between us, burning hotter and brighter the closer we become.
My body is his, and I’ve never been more willing to surrender it to anyone.
My boyfriend, the perfect specimen that he is, picks up his fork and pokes one of the escargots.
“I’m not being funny,”—he wrinkles his nose—“but these look like snails.”
I mop up the last of my beef bourguignon with a piece of bread and toss it in my mouth. Gosh, that was heavenly, but I couldn’t manage another bite.
Freddie polishes off his French fries and leans back in his seat, loosening his belt.
“Woof. That was totally—”
“Rad?”
Freddie narrows his eyes. “I was going to say delicious, I’ll have you know. But yes, it was rad.” He licks French fry salt from his fingertips, hardly fancy restaurant behaviour, but he looks so good doing it, no one in their right mind could object.
The waiter comes for our plates and offers us dessert menus which we politely refuse. Any more food and Freddie will have to roll me home.
Once I’ve paid the bill and asked our waiter to pass our compliments to the chef, I suggest a walk to burn off some of the food. Freddie agrees and we make our way outside.
“Wanna go down to the seafront?” Freddie suggests, his breath steaming in the cold night air.
Now seems like the perfect time for his surprise.
“Come with me first.” I lead us back to the car and pop the boot where a large shopping bag stands upright, its content hidden by a sheet of black wrapping paper. I pick up the bag and hand it to Freddie. “This is for you.”
Freddie peels the paper aside, revealing the checkered navy fabric underneath. Curiously, he lifts his gift out of the bag, his eyes widening when a sherpa-lined trucker jacket unfurls in his hands.
“Oh, Shaun…” He stares at it in disbelief. “You got this for me?”
“So you don’t freeze again. I hope I got the size right,” I say as Freddie removes his raggedy bomber jacket. “I had to guess, but I thought the style would suit you. And it’s warm!”
Freddie slips the jacket on and examines his reflection in the window of a nearby jewellery shop. It fits him perfectly.
“What do you think? If you don’t like it, I have the receipt,” I reassure him, even though I think he looks amazing. The dark blue fabric perfectly complements his hair and eyes.
Freddie turns to face me.
“No one’s ever bought me something like this before.
” Suddenly, I’m worried he hates it. Or maybe it’s too big a gesture for what is technically only our second date?
Without warning, he leaps forward and wraps me up in a tight hug.
I hug him back, his hair a soft blanket against my cheek as he whispers in my ear, “Thank you, Shaun. Thank you so much. I love it.”
We walk hand-in-hand along the esplanade, noses and cheeks made pink by the freezing wind. Freddie, the sweetheart that he is, won’t stop gushing about his new jacket.
“I still can’t believe you bought this for me!” Freddie wraps his arm around my bicep and kisses me on the cheek. “Although as gifts go, this might be too high a bar for me to match.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be getting socks for all future anniversaries,” I say as we reach the end of the sea wall and do an about turn.
“Anniversaries, eh?” Freddie winks at me. “Thinking that far ahead, are we?”
I pause to consider, but there’s no point denying it. “I guess I am.”
“Good,” Freddie squeezes my arm. “That’ll give me time to save up for something special for you.”
“There’s no need,” I reassure him. “You don’t owe me for the jacket. Maybe you can write a song for me or something, if you feel really bad.”
I laugh, but Freddie nods.
“Consider it done. Oh and FYI, I love new socks.”
Arms linked, we retrace our steps until we’re a stone’s throw from the café. I’ve never really stopped to look at it from across the street. Even with the lights off, it looks so cosy and inviting. We stop to admire it.
“Look what you built,” says Freddie after a moment, his voice full of pride. He pulls me into his side by the hip. “You made this place, Shaun. How cool is that!”
“Pretty cool,” I concur. It’s true I don’t stop to appreciate it enough, but it really is a gorgeous little spot. All mine. All ours, really. There’s so much that Freddie’s brought to the place in such a short time. Anna, too. It’s as much theirs as it is mine. In spirit, at least.
Freddie hops in front of me and takes both my hands in his. He jerks his head in the café's direction.
“Shall we go inside?” he asks, putting on the same innocence he displayed back in the restaurant while he was feeling me up with his foot.
“Why?” I ask.
“It’s a secret.” His thumbs brush over the backs of my hands. He edges closer until mere inches separate us. “Can’t have you in charge of all the surprises tonight, can we?”
Before I can answer, Freddie lets go of me and bounds across the road. Mildly perplexed, I follow him, pulling my keys out of my pocket. The wind buffets us as I unlock the door, nipping at our heels with a bitter chill as we scurry inside.
Thankfully, the café is still toasty from the day shift. On instinct, I flick on the overhead lights. The sudden brightness kills my eyes so I turn the dimmer switch down until the bulbs are at a low ember. Much better.
There’s a click from behind me and I turn to see Freddie locking the door behind us.
“Worried a customer’s going to walk in?” I ask as Freddie goes to the nearest window.
“Something like that.” He grabs hold of the blinds and lowers them all the way down. Then, he goes to the next window.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
The second set of blinds unspools.
“Well, I can’t have any passers-by seeing what we’re about to do.”
My eyes widen as the last set of blinds comes down. From the other side of the room, Freddie flashes me a devilish grin.
“What are we going to do?” I ask, my tone betraying my excitement.
Arousal flashes in his eyes. He shifts his weight to the other foot. “Playing with the toy felt fantastic, you said?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I told you the real thing will feel ten times better?”
All sorts of emotions crash through me—excitement, pure unfiltered lust, and the kind of fear you get at the summit of a really big rollercoaster. They collide and ignite inside me in a maelstrom of desire.
“I’d say the proof is in the pudding.”
Freddie licks his lips. “Good answer. I thought we could have a little fun here first.”
My hands tingle with excitement.
“What kind of fun?” I ask.
“You’ll see. Good things come to good boys.”
The lust in his eyes is fierce, but adoring. I know I’m in good hands, and I can’t wait to feel them on my body again.
Like a pair of magnets, we hurtle towards each other. Our bodies collide, lips meeting in a brutal kiss. His hot tongue invades my mouth, meeting mine in a tantalising dance.