Chapter Seven #2
I took a tiny sip and Brodie quaked in my arms. He cried out and his warm cum splashed onto my stomach.
The scent of his seed settled in my nose, his flavor danced on my tastebuds, and his cock pressed perfectly against mine.
I was overtaken by the sensations; my balls rolled and my dick swelled.
I cried out my mate's name as I pumped seed over my abdomen, on top of Brodie's.
I popped the peaks of my teeth from his throat and licked his flesh closed, both relieved and disappointed that no mark was left behind. But I'd never feed or claim without my beloved's permission.
Brodie slowly lifted his head and gazed at me with heavy-lidded eyes as he kissed me. "I love you, Callum," he told me when he pulled away.
"I love you too."
Brodie hugged me tightly, nuzzling his face into my neck before jolting and pressing himself to arm’s length. “Oh no, I got it on your sweater!” He stared down guiltily at the squished mess on his chest.
“Think nothing of it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s better this way.” And lucky me, even after I washed it, I’d be able to scent the memory of our time together. “Now…” Brodie squealed and clutched onto my neck when I stood up quickly. “Will you join me in a shower?”
A dreamy smile crossed his lips. “Please.”
My shorts slipped off somewhere in the hall, but I paid them no mind.
I was too busy lifting my sweater off of Brodie’s beautiful, slim body.
He blushed slightly when he noticed me devouring him with my eyes, but I couldn’t help myself.
I’d forever crave him and never get my fill.
I was already hard again, but I would never push for more from him.
I placed Brodie in the shower and stepped in behind him before starting a stream of hot water. I gently scrubbed his body with sandalwood scented soap, making sure not to miss an inch. Every time I saw the evidence of the abuse he’d endured on his skin, I was astonished by his strength and grace.
I smiled when Brodie took his turn washing my body. He licked his lips as he studied the contours of my torso, and stared in awe at my thick, heavy cock. I knelt on one knee so that he could easily reach to wash my hair, distracting him the whole time by kissing his stomach.
After we dried each other off, Brodie dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, while I chose an olive green utility kilt, a cream sweater and brown boots.
I wore kilts often if not every day; they were comfortable, important to my culture, and Brodie found them sexy.
Besides that, it went along with where I was taking him for our date.
“I have a very special day planned for us,” I told him as I retrieved my keys from a hook by the door. “I hope you enjoy it.”
“I know I will,” he answered with an excited smile. He didn’t even ask where we were going; he was just excited to go.
I took Brodie’s hand and led him outside and around to the back of the house, where I kept my Range Rover parked.
My mate’s jaw dropped when he saw the SUV.
“Wow, you have a car ?” he asked animatedly.
I smiled at his sweetness and gave him a nod while he traced his fingers over the charcoal colored fender. “It’s so pretty.”
“Thank you.” I held the door open for him and offered a hand to help him climb in. Once he was settled, I sat behind the steering wheel and smiled at the way Brodie burrowed into the soft leather seats. “It’s a bit of a drive, but I think I’ve got something to help us pass the time.”
My mate beamed when I turned on the radio and cranked up the volume. We drove with the windows down, and Brodie kept his arm outside the SUV, feeling the wind on his skin. He bobbed his head to the tune over the speakers and drummed the beat on his thigh.
I’d driven with the radio on countless times and never gave it a second thought; sometimes, I tuned it out entirely and didn’t even hear the songs. But Brodie listened with rapt attention and soaked up every moment of the experience. He reminded me not to take the simple things in life for granted.
After driving nearly an hour, I pulled into a car park and killed the engine. I looked to Brodie and asked, “Are you ready?” He answered with an enthusiastic nod, so I helped him from the car and linked our fingers.
We walked along a path until we came to a three story block building with a turret and a multitude of windows. I motioned to the building and Brodie's eyes lit up, knowing we'd reached our destination.
"What is this place?" he asked eagerly.
"This is the National Museum of Scotland. Inside we can learn all about our country and culture and all kinds of other interesting things." Brodie slammed into me and squeezed me tightly around the middle. "Does this mean that you like my date choice?"
"I love it! Thank you for bringing me here. Oh, I'm so excited! Let's go!" I laughed out loud as he dragged me by the hand to the museum's entrance.
I didn't think Brodie could get any more excited, but he proved me wrong once we were inside. He wanted to explore everything , from ancient pottery to war relics.
We laughed at outfits on display to showcase fashion throughout history. I'd seen them all in real time over the years, but it was comical to see them lined up together. Brodie claimed that I'd look good in any of them, but I was just fine with my kilts.
Brodie's expression was one of pure amazement when we entered the natural history portion of the museum and came across dinosaur fossils. He asked me to read every information plaque to him, and marveled over the facts he learned.
I thought my sweet mate was going to hyperventilate when we came across the innovation and transportation exhibits. He ogled everything from small model ships to full scale early aircraft.
I hoped that Brodie would like it here, but I never dreamed he'd love it this much; with every new thing he discovered, his happiness and confidence grew. I vowed to show him every museum in every country if he wished.
We browsed the exhibits until the museum closed its doors. I felt guilty when I realized that we explored straight through lunch, so I took Brodie to an upscale restaurant for dinner.
I ordered nearly everything on the menu; prawns, pork medallions and sausages, followed by sticky toffee pudding and ice cream. Brodie was so full that by the time we settled into my car again, he had to unbutton his jeans to breathe comfortably.
I turned the radio on again, thinking he'd want to enjoy music again all the way home, but we barely made it ten minutes down the road before Brodie was sleeping with his head resting on the window. I smiled at how peaceful and beautiful he looked.
I turned down the volume of the radio and grinned wider when Brodie's hand reached out for me as he slept. I threaded our fingers together and kissed his knuckles, and my perfect mate hummed in his slumber.