~ Chapter Sixteen ~
A s the first rays of morning light landed on Regan’s face, he crinkled his nose, shifting where he slept to seek out a cool comfortable spot.
He was definitely sore this morning, but at least his headache had gone.
Not helping matters, he wasn’t in his bed.
He peeked an eye open and noted he was still on Lutin’s couch.
A quilt lay over him as a few red embers radiated heat into the room.
It must be really early.
The morning light was minimal, but enough to wake him.
He stretched his arms, inhaling and waking his body.
He was dressed in yesterday’s clothes, which were in desperate need of a change.
He needed a hot shower, not only to clean off but to work out all the knots and soreness. His teeth would need a brush as well.
He stood and folded the quilt, then placed the heavy material back on the sofa.
He moved to the hall and peeked into the bedroom where Lutin lay breathing softly, a murmur escaping his lips.
The room lit from the hall, so Regan stepped back and quickly closed the door, keeping any more light from bothering Lutin.
Regan could have stood and watched Lutin sleep all day, but decided he should probably go and leave the poor guy to rest. Scratching his face feeling the stubble of the last few days he really wanted to clean up as well.
He made his way back to Lutin’s living room and kitchen, ensuring everything was spick-and-span and put away, before he made his escape.
He would get himself cleaned up and put together breakfast for Lutin to surprise him.
It was early enough, after all. Lutin mentioned he still needed to heal, so the meal would be a welcome offering, providing the food would ensure Lutin continued to rest.
Back at his cabin, Regan found his way to the shower and enjoyed the spray of heat as he allowed the water to engulf him.
His muscles relaxed and all the previous aches and pains slowly vanished.
By the time his shower ended, he felt more like himself and any hints of his past headache were well and truly gone.
He scanned his reflection in the mirror and rubbed the tender spot on his head.
The bump seemed to be gone, and Blaise had ensured there wasn’t a cut that needed to be tended to.
In the movies, when people are hit on the back of their head, they seem to be able to walk it off once they wake up, but Regan didn’t see how that was possible.
Yes, he was able to function, but the pain in his neck and head reminded him all day of what happened.
He thought about going to the doctor or chiropractor and making sure everything was okay.
Falling and hitting his head would have to be the excuse he would use, but he wasn’t sure if they would believe him.
Considering all the recent attacks on the queer community, they might think he was hiding something.
“How did we get here?” Regan said aloud to the empty bathroom as he played with his graphite hoop earrings, ensuring they were clean.
Was there ever a time when we really thought things were getting better?
Turning off the bathroom fan and light with a hint of annoyance, not at what happened to him, but more so at the state of the world, he headed back into his room to get dressed.
I wonder if there is a way I can improve things. Use my powers.
He shook his head at the idea—he had a feeling there were some pretty major rules in place, or the world would know all about magic.
And have found a way to make things even worse for everyone.
Once dressed in jeans and a pink polo shirt, he made his way to the kitchen and began working on an egg, bacon, and veggie frittata.
The dish was easy enough and he had all the ingredients.
He would have loved to make some potatoes or something to go with the dish, but toast with butter and jelly would have to do.
And given how quickly Lutin devoured the fruit salad, Regan decided to pull something like that together.
He only had grapes, strawberries, and bananas, which wasn’t bad, just not what he fully had in mind.
While the frittata cooked, he cut up the fruit and mixed in some bottled lemon juice to keep the fruit from browning.
The kitchen was cleaned up, and he was ready to go back to Lutin’s by the time the timer dinged on his phone letting him know the frittata was finished.
He ensured the eggs were set and let the cast iron cool on the counter for a moment while he thought about the best way to transport everything to Lutin’s.
He found a wood crate and placed some towels on the inside of the box, then put the cork trivet on top.
Placing the cast iron on the trivet and a dish towel next to the whole thing, he then put in the cut fruit he had in a sealable container.
Lastly, he figured he’d bring the bread, butter, and jam to toast there.
With everything together, he made his way back to Lutin’s.
He said nothing as he crept back into Lutin’s home and made his way to the kitchen, putting the fruit in the cooler and the cast iron in the oven.
Everything else went on the counter. Before he left his cabin, it was just before 9 a.m. He had hoped Lutin would be up, but it didn’t sound like anyone was awake yet.
Regan softly moved down the hall to the door, which was how he left it.
He opened the door, hearing Lutin’s soft breaths.
Lutin had tossed the covers off himself, lying in bed nude.
So beautiful even with the bruises. And I think I can see the outlines of his tattoos.
Despite his sleep, Lutin was semi-aroused and the sight of his cock was too good to pass up.
Regan’s better angels had taken the morning off, or perhaps they were in the kitchen keeping the breakfast for them.
He didn’t want to disturb Lutin, but what guy would turn down a morning blowjob as a wake-up call?
And if Lutin wasn’t inclined, he could stop him and he would allow him to continue resting.
Regan pulled off his shoes, then gently got on the bed and made his way to Lutin’s manhood.
As he inched closer, it was as if Lutin’s body sensed him, so when Regan kissed Lutin’s thigh, a soft moan filled the bedroom and his dick bucked at the tease.
With a few more kisses, Regan was greeted by Lutin’s throbbing cock.
With a smile, Regan tongued around the head of Lutin’s dick, teasing the organ as it grew even harder.
Not interested in waiting, he went to work on Lutin’s cock.
While he rolled Lutin’s dick around in his mouth sucking and swallowing, he delicately massaged Lutin’s balls, feeling their heft in his hands as he worked Lutin’s manhood.
With all the focus on Lutin’s lower body, Regan wasn’t sure if Lutin was fully awake or not, but there wasn’t any complaint or protest as he continued his task.
Lutin became more and more active as Regan persisted.
As the moans turned into gasps, becoming whimpers, he peeked up at Lutin’s face, noting how his antlers began to sparkle.
Regan smiled, knowing he was doing something right.
Lutin’s warm loose balls had all but vanished.
With several sharp thrusts, Lutin burst. While his cock and balls filled Regan’s mouth, Lutin’s antlers filled the bedroom with their warm glow.
Regan continued to play and swallow every last drop Lutin had to offer.
Lutin’s antlers began to fade as he gave a soft chuckle of delight.
With nothing more escaping Lutin’s quickly draining dick, Regan pulled away.
“That was a lovely wake up call,” Lutin purred. “But what about you?”
“I’m fine.” Regan snuggled against Lutin’s body as his face rested close to Lutin’s. “I planned on letting you sleep, but when I saw you all alone and slightly hard up, I couldn’t help myself.”
“You naughty boy.” Lutin poked Regan’s nose. “Taking advantage of a poor Fae in his own home. Tsk.”
Regan laughed. “You could have stopped me at any time. As you can see, I’m fully dressed except for my shoes.”
“And that big bulge in your jeans.”
“It’s going down. This was all about you.” Regan adjusted his legs so his hard-on wasn’t as noticeable.
It’ll go down—just might take a bit longer than I thought.
Lutin leaned in and kissed him.
As they pulled away, Regan met his gaze.
“If you want to go back to sleep you can. I have a bacon, egg, and veggie frittata in the oven keeping warm. There are cut strawberries, grapes, and bananas in the cooler. I also have butter and jam for toast. It should all be fine where I left it.” He went to stand.
“Wow, one of the best wake up calls I’ve ever had, plus breakfast waiting.” Lutin beamed. “I’m a lucky Fae.”
“I figured you needed to eat.” Despite their exertion, Lutin appeared stronger, even as his antlers returned to their normal brownish gray tones. I wonder if sex helps Fae heal faster? Another question for the list. He took a step toward the bedroom door.
“Where’re you going?” Lutin reached out a hand.
Regan’s cheeks pulled up as his heart skipped a beat. “Don’t you want to rest?”
“No.” Lutin’s gaze narrowed and his smile grew. “I mean, I do, but don’t leave. Let me get cleaned up and we can have breakfast together.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I’m fine, or I’ll be fine. Now shoo, before I pull you back here and rip off your clothes and show you just how fine I am.”
Regan’s cheeks continued pulling at the sides of his mouth.
He figured he better skedaddle before Lutin got any ideas—or any more ideas.
He allowed himself one more lingering gaze of Lutin’s nude form before heading out the bedroom door, and into the kitchen to get everything else ready for their breakfast. He heard the water in the bathroom turn on and knew he had a little while before Lutin would be ready for the day.
Hopefully by then my dick will be under control.