Chapter 35
Boris
When an alarm goes off in the dark, I growl and crawl over Simon to get to the phone on the bedside table. He grunts and flails, but I silence the phone and gather him in my arms.
He smells so fucking good, I want to rub myself all over him. And I can. I tug at the cover, so there is nothing between us, then I pull him to me, in under me.
He moans, but he's sleeping. He's soft and warm, and I want to fuck him awake. I glance at the bedside table. The lube is an arm's length away.
I gently grind against him, my cock already hard and throbbing at the thought of sinking into him.
Then another alarm goes off, and I swallow a snarl. What the fuck? Didn't I turn it off?
Simon fumbles in the direction of the bedside table, so I snatch the phone up, reluctantly crawl out of bed, and find my clothes.
A deep breath ending in a whimper leaves Simon, and I take a second to look at him in the dark. He's back to sleeping.
I tiptoe out of the room with my clothes in one hand and his phone in the other. I walk into the kitchen, where I get dressed and get the coffee started, then I walk to Ira's room.
I quietly open the door and walk up to the bed. "Ira, honey."
Dark eyes pop open.
"Hi, time to get up."
He groans and scrunches his nose.
"I know, but I can make you pancakes if you'd like."
He rubs his face, yawns, and nods. "Where's Dad?"
"Asleep. I'm sure he'll wake soon, thinking he's overslept. I snuck out and left him in bed." Oh, shit, are we pretending I didn't spend the night? He doesn't look surprised, so I hope Simon won't want to behead me.
"Get dressed, and I'll start on the pancakes."
He flings off the cover and sits on the bedside for a moment before putting his feet on the floor. He's adorable in his pajamas and messy hair.
I leave him to it and go to the kitchen for the promised pancakes. I pour myself a cup of coffee once I have the batter ready and sip it while I cook.
When Ira enters the kitchen, I set a plate in front of him and place the done pancakes within reach. "So, what's the plan today?"
He starts eating and shrugs one shoulder. "Go to school, come home from school, decorate the tree."
"Sounds awesome. What would you like for dinner?" I should go grocery shopping.
Another shrug. It's okay. I know it's not easy to think first thing in the morning. Before I can say anything else, there is a commotion farther down the corridor. I give Ira a look with one eyebrow raised, which earns me a grin.
Simon tumbles into the kitchen dressed in nothing but underwear, with his hair on end, and a crazed look in his eyes. His gaze bounces between me and Ira.
"We're late." His voice is nothing but a croak.
I glance at the clock. "Nah, plenty of time." I pull him to me and walk with him in my arms back to the stove, where I flip over the pancakes.
"Eh..."
I nose along his hairline. "Some coffee perhaps, my love?"
He glares at me, then looks over at Ira, who's watching us with a smile.
Simon nods. "Let me get dressed."
I lower my voice to an almost whisper, hoping Ira can't hear. "Nah, I don't know. I think you're overdressed already."
He sighs, untangles himself from my embrace, and walks toward the bedroom. I pour him some coffee and add the right amount of milk. Then I put two more plates on the table.
When Simon comes back, he gives me a nervous look, and I wonder what's wrong. "You okay?"
He nods.
I kiss his cheek as I place the last of the pancakes on the kitchen table and sit. We eat in silence for a few moments, then it's like Simon pulls himself together and focuses on Ira. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mmm." He nods.
"Good." He smiles, and it takes my breath away. My beautiful mate.
Once Ira excuses himself to go brush his teeth, Simon turns on me. "You let me come in here with a bite on my shoulder when he was here." He speaks quickly through clenched teeth.
"What?"
"When I went back to get dressed, I remembered the bite. Ira was here."
I chuckle. "Honey. I don't think he noticed, or he'd have said something."
"Still."
"What would you have me do. Ban you from entering?"
He grumbles, then sips on his coffee. I chuckle. Humans.
"You want me to take him to school?" I caress his calf with my foot underneath the table.
"Nah, I'll take him."
"I'll miss you when you're gone."
He glares at me. Then he sighs. "I'll miss you too."
I grin at him.
"This is stupid. I've been alone with Ira for years, and now I can hardly keep from touching you."
"Music to my ears, darling."
"I'm serious, Boris. How do people go about their lives with this...need?" He gestures jerkily at his chest.
"Hey." I take his hand in mine. "It's fine. You'll grow used to it, and you will be able to live life as you did before. It's not a prison sentence."
"I didn't mean it was. I only...I don't know." He drops his shoulders.
"Tell you what. You go drop Ira off, and I fuck you silly when you get back. It'll make you feel better."
He throws his fork at me. "Boris!"
I laugh, jump off my chair, and hug him from behind. "I love you, Simon Towne. You can throw as many forks as you want at me, I'll continue to love you till the end of time anyway."
He turns his head and kisses me. "Till the end of time, huh?"
"You and me forever, babe."
He nods. "Yeah, doesn't sound too bad."
"It's because it isn't bad at all."
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