Chapter Six
Blue
My consciousness came roaring back to me when I rolled over and realized I needed to pee.
Like, seriously needed to pee.
My eyes flew open, then it took my brain a precious few seconds to figure out that I wasn’t actually at home wrapped up in a threadbare sheet. No, I was cocooned in a warm, fluffy blanket on the most comfortable mattress I’d ever had the pleasure of making an acquaintance with.
Had I actually fallen asleep at Henry’s place? Well, that was embarrassing.
The last thing I could recall was resting on the sofa, stroking Sir Cattus between the ears while I leaned against Henry. The videos he was showing me were fascinatingly entertaining and I could see why each one had millions of views.
And now I was in a bed with a comfy blanket thrown over me.
I was still fully dressed, except for my shoes, as I found out by wiggling my toes. I wasn’t wearing any denim, thank God, otherwise I’d be supremely uncomfortable right about now, but the tailored work pants and shirt I was still wearing weren’t the best things to sleep in either.
The room was still dark, so I assumed it was still nighttime. I wouldn’t be able to confirm exactly what time it was until I found my phone. Getting up and out of the bed, I patted my pockets, finding my old phone pressed tightly into my pants. As I wiggled it out, a faint throb of pain in my upper thigh let me know I must have slept on it at some stage.
I flicked the phone screen to check the time before I got to the door. Two AM. I switched it off again and stumbled down the hallway to get to the bathroom, letting my brain debate the pros and cons of staying at Henry’s versus heading home.
Pros: Henry, warm blankets, heavenly mattress, Henry, no neighbors screaming through the walls, Sir Cattus, Henry.
Cons: No Henry.
After finishing up in the bathroom, I rubbed at the sleep in my eye to wander down the rest of the dark hall to the living room. I settled in, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and letting the peace and quiet flow around me.
I didn’t want to go home.
I wanted to stay here the night and wake Henry up by cooking him pancakes, provided he had the ingredients for pancakes in his kitchen.
I wanted to see his sleep mussed head emerge from his room lit from behind by the morning sun, only to softly smile at me like I was his entire world.
I wanted to look up and into the depths of his gorgeous blue eyes while he hovered above me, mercilessly driving his cock against my prostate repeatedly until we both came so hard we saw stars.
Gulping at the sudden and very sexual road my mind had turned down, I blinked and shook my head to clear my thoughts. No amount of shaking my head was going to get rid of the now painful erection I realized was plaguing me. Still staring at the ceiling, I pressed my hand against my cock to tell it to go away.
It didn’t listen. It simply jerked against my palm, angry that I wasn’t willing to sate the desire it so obviously craved.
“Not everything’s about you, you know,” I murmured to my stubborn dick, pressing down once more before abandoning it to run my hand against my chest. “Stupid cock trying to run the show here. You don’t even know if Henry’s interested in me that way. He could just be a really lovely guy who thinks of me like an adorable kid brother or something.” I groaned and wiped my hands down my face. “A really lovely straight guy. God fucking knows our gaydar’s been on the fritz for the last few years. No wonder I’m still single while all my fucking friends have been off getting hitched and having babies.”
“I’m not straight.”
I froze, my hands glued to my head as Henry’s quiet voice filled the otherwise silent room. Absently, I recognized that speaking my innermost thoughts out loud when not in my own home was not the smartest thing in the world to do, and that was reason enough to finally deflate the throbbing erection that had been plaguing me almost since I’d woken up.
Slowly, I lowered my hands and lifted my head to see him leaning against the wall next to the fridge with his arms crossed and a smirk on his beautiful face. One bare ankle was leisurely crossed against the other, the very picture of calm ease.
Unlike me, he wasn’t wearing much. An old ragged grey t-shirt that had seen far better days but still looked soft and warm hung loosely over his torso, while simple black boxers covered what appeared to be an impressive package. The tattoos I was familiar with seeing on his arms continued down both legs, not full enough to be considered leg sleeves, but they were well on their way to being so soon.
“What?” My brain was fritzing again. He’d said something important, but it hadn’t quite registered yet.
“I said, I’m not straight.” He uncrossed his arms and slowly made his way across the open floor space. “And you’re nothing at all like my brothers.”
I watched him cautiously as he kept getting closer and closer, not stopping where I expected him to. Instead, he placed one knee on the sofa cushion next to my thigh and straddled me with his thick thighs. My hands automatically went to his hips, holding him in place, even though my eyes were bugging out of my head.
His right hand rose to gently cup my jaw as he leaned down towards me. “Although you are adorable.” He ever-so-softly brushed his nose along my jaw before his teeth tugged at the earring still in my ear, making me jolt. “I want to do so many very naughty things to you.”
There was no way on this earth that I could stop the wanton moan that rumbled out of my chest. My fingers flexed against his hips, holding him in place while my cock rapidly hardened underneath him. With the way he was sitting, there was absolutely no way he wouldn’t be able to feel my growing arousal.
In response, he rolled his hips so I could feel his own firm length poke against my stomach, unencumbered by pants like I was. “Would you like that?” he murmured in my ear, a soft exhalation caressing my skin. “Would you enjoy feeling your throbbing cock pulse against mine?” His lips grazed my cheek in a barely there kiss. “Or I could swallow your dick until there was no more room left for me to move until your cum exploded down my throat.” His face was so close to mine that I could feel his eyelashes flutter against me, his beard grazing me with every movement. “Would you like that?”
I groaned, my hips thrusting up to meet each one of his grinds down. My hands abandoned his hips to envelop him in a hug, pulling him to me so I could feel his body against mine, even through the clothes we were both still wearing.
“Tell me what you want, Blue,” he whispered, his lips moving against my skin with every word.
My eyes rolled back as I held him close, scared that if I let him go, I’d wake up to find this was nothing but a dream. “I want it all, Henry. Give me everything.”
A tortured sound fell from his lips before they crashed into mine. His hand flexed against my jaw, holding me steady while we devoured each other. His tongue darted out the moment I parted my lips, fucking into my mouth in a tantalizing prediction of what I hoped was still to come.
Without leaving my lips, he shuffled back slightly on my knees. I whined at the loss of feeling his pulsing cock against mine, until I realized his fingers were fumbling with the button and zipper of my trousers, struggling to get them free because I was so hard it was causing the material to obscenely stretch and buckle.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally got my pants open and pushed the material away and down so that my throbbing cock was set free. I felt more fumbling until he let out a groan of relief, and I felt his dick slide against mine, pre-cum already smoothing the friction.
He pulled his lips from mine and we both looked down to see our cocks pressed hard against each other. As our foreheads rested on the other’s shoulder, I heard one of us groan but had no idea which one of us it was, and I honestly didn’t care. Henry did his best to wrap his fingers around both of our cocks, sliding his hand down slowly to our bases then back up.
After swiping my thumb against our cock-heads to collect more pre-cum, I eased my hand in to meet his, my fingers slotting effortlessly against his thumb. We moved together completely in sync, each slippery glide getting quicker and quicker.
My other hand was still holding fast to his back, feeling his muscles flex and release with every move he made. Soon enough, our hands weren’t enough, and I felt Henry thrust against me. I followed his lead and alternated my own thrusts with his until we were both panting.
“I’m so close,” I murmured, feeling drunk on what we were doing. My head rolled on his shoulder until I was facing him, his lips only inches away from mine, my lids half closed from the lust I was feeling. “Henry—oh my God—”
He surged towards me, his mouth meeting mine in the sloppiest of kisses. With every thrust, I moaned into his mouth, only for him to eagerly swallow the sounds down. I felt myself whimper as my body tensed and froze, my orgasm barrelling through me with absolutely no chance for me to warn him.
I cried out when I came, but the sound was muffled from Henry’s lips glued to mine. His answering moan vibrated through me, prolonging my orgasm far longer than I’d experienced in the past.
He used my cum as lube, stroking us both up and down several more times until he came, grunting as his release spurted across our fists before finally relaxing his hold and his body on top of mine.
Panting heavily, he slumped against me. “Holy fuck.”
I let out a random giggle. “Yeah.”
He huffed out a chuckle of his own. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve done that.”
“Yeah?” I raised my cum-covered hand and gave it an experimental lick, humming at the taste. “Me too.”
When he didn’t say anything in response, I looked up to find him staring at me with lust filled eyes, his lids hooded as he watched me lap at the cum streaking my palm. He held his fingers up, silently offering them to me. When I nodded, he slowly traced my lips before sliding one finger, then two, into my mouth to rest on my tongue. I sucked eagerly, making sure I held his eyes as I did.
With every pull, he groaned, each one getting louder and louder.
I held him close, not wanting us to separate just yet. If these were the only cuddles that I was going to get, then I wanted them to last as long as possible.
Once his hand had been sucked clean, he threaded his fingers through my hair, carefully tucking some of the longer strands behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful, Blue.”
I ducked my head, too shy to hear what he was saying. I wasn’t used to hearing things like this. Even though I had enough self-confidence to always think I looked good, I barely ever heard it from anyone else, especially not in a post-coital setting.
“No, angel.” He tucked a curled finger under my chin to lift my face. “Don’t shy away from me saying that. You are.” His eyes were so full of awe and honesty and affection that I felt something crack in my soul. The growing stress and anxiety from the past few months fractured enough to force a tear to roll down my cheek. “Oh, sweetheart.” He gently pressed his lips to mine, gifting me a soft, languid kiss, devoid of the frantic lust that had fuelled us before.
A scrabbling sound broke us apart and Henry sighed as Sir Cattus darted past us, his tail stretched out behind him as he raced around the room before disappearing down the hallway.
“Um…?” I stared at where he’d vanished for a moment before a thud echoed through the house. “What is happening right now?”
“That, my dear angel, is Sir Cattus getting his zoomies out.” Henry shook his head, exasperated. “Every damn morning around this time.”
More wild scrabbling sounded before Sir Cattus reappeared, his claws trying desperately to dig into the timber floorboards as he ran down the hallway. He circled the room again, twice this time, before dashing back to where he’d come from. A moment later, another thud sounded.
“And that is him running sideways into the wall at the end of the corridor.”
I burst out laughing. “What? Why?”
Henry shrugged as Sir Cattus appeared for a third time. “Who knows? I think he does it to wake me up, but he obviously still does it when I’m up and about at this time of night.” We both watched him vanish and then waited for the inevitable thud. We didn’t have to wait long.
“It doesn’t hurt him, right?” I asked, feeling like I had to at least make sure, even though I was laughing at how absurd it was.
“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t keep doing it if it did.”
Sir Cattus came roaring out of the corridor yet again, this time jumping onto the back of the sofa and zooming behind us before making a flying leap onto the wall, using it to parkour back to the coffee table before bounding through the legs of the dining table chairs like they were his own personal obstacle course.
“Uh, we should probably move,” Henry said, pulling away from me. “If we don’t, he’ll use us as human springboards.” He got up, and even though his soft cock was still out of his boxers, he held his hand out to me. Another thud echoed from down the hall. “And trust me, his claws are damn sharp.”
My eyes widened, and I looked down at my own cock sitting perilously free of my pants. A vision of Sir Cattus using my dick as a launching pad with knife-like claws spearing through the sensitive skin filled me with abject horror. “Oh, fuck.”
Too quickly, the now-familiar scrabbling sounds appeared, and I took Henry’s hand and jumped off the sofa, my other hand immediately moving to cover my now thoroughly terrified dick lest any random talons would suddenly appear to impale it.
He laughed. “Come on, angel. We’ll be safe in my room.” His laughter slowly died as his eyes gradually filled with heat. “Let me take care of you.”
My own eyes hooded as I swallowed hard at his implication, easily letting him lead me away from a zooming Sir Cattus and towards his bedroom. I was starting to wonder what my life would be like if Henry could take care of me like this for more than just tonight.
And I was worried that I might want it more than I could admit to myself.