twinkling eyes and the sensual smile curving his lips. “You... you uncovered my secret fantasies so easily. Is this going to be a problem between us? I mean, are you okay with...”
“Am I okay with taking your cock up my ass?” Rafe asked with a cheeky grin. By now, he knew his lover blushed whenever he thought or talked about anything related to sex. It was cute. He stretched his neck and nuzzled Pitney’s temple. “Honestly? I know I don’t look that way, but I’m a natural bottom. I love the thought of feeling your beautiful prick inside me,” Rafe whispered.
Quite predictably, Pitney’s face took on a funny are-you-kidding-me expression. “Gosh! Are you serious? So... you don’t think I’m a freak, plus, you want to have sex with me? Wow. Where the hell did you hide till now?” Then Pitney giggled, wrapped both arms around his neck, and smooched him. It was messy, wet, and simply perfect.
Rafe chuckled against Pitney’s eager lips. “Thank you for trusting me. So, how about a shower before breakfast? Dried spunk on my skin is not something I’m particularly fond of.” He winked and earned another blush. Rafe had no idea how the guy managed to look shy after what they’d done together.
“Oh, okay. But I like being so close to you,” Pitney murmured and pouted. See? Cute as hell.
“Then it’s good the shower is big enough for two. Come on, tiger.” Rafe kissed Pitney’s lips hungrily before he stood and reached out his hand. “Can’t wait to have you naked and wet in the shower with me. Just imagine the fun we can have with a sponge and body wash.”
Groaning, Pitney took his hand and let Rafe haul him up. Yep, so much fun, Rafe thought as he noticed Pitney’s already recovering cock.
Chapter Five
A couple of hours later, laden with a box full of kinky gingerbread men, Pitney pushed the door to his uncle’s house open with his shoulder.
“Pitney? Is that you?” Virgil called from the back of the house. The man had to be in the living room. Not surprising at all. His uncle was most likely busy watching a teleshopping channel. Not because he’d buy the crap, oh no. Virgil Winters loved watching other people humiliating themselves while they poured liquid plastic in indestructible pans to prove their indestructibility and shit like that.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Then come in, boy,” Virgil hollered back. Pitney placed the box on a table in the hallway, no need to shock his family by offering leather-clad cookies. Then he strolled into the living room and sat down beside his uncle. Yup, he’d been right. Teleshopping.
Virgil muted the television and gave him one of his patented Now-Pitney-tell-me-what’s-bothering-you looks. Would Pitney lose that look of fondness when he told his uncle and aunt he was gay? Would they turn their backs on him and tell him to never set one of his fairy feet on their precious hetero lawn again? Honestly, he had no idea.
His aunt and uncle had never said anything bad about gays, except the occasional that dude is gay from his uncle, when one of his favorite football players had messed up at a game. Sure, it wasn’t kind to say such things. Pitney didn’t like stereotyping. Just because a man didn’t look or act manly didn’t mean he was gay. However, people liked to stereotype. Pitney had done it himself. Just from looking at Rafe, he never would’ve guessed the man was a devoted bottom.
“Pitney?” Virgil’s soft question pulled him out of his musings.
His cheeks pinked and he tugged at a loose thread on his ratty jeans. “Uh... yeah? Sorry. I zoned out there for a second.”
“Is something wrong? Are you hungry?” Then Virgil threw back his head and yelled, “Nora, Pitney’s home! The boy needs something to eat.”
Pitney held his hand in front of his mouth and snickered, knowing what would come next. His aunt rounded the corner, a scowl on her face. She was a plump, beautiful woman in her late fifties, with a
“Am I okay with taking your cock up my ass?” Rafe asked with a cheeky grin. By now, he knew his lover blushed whenever he thought or talked about anything related to sex. It was cute. He stretched his neck and nuzzled Pitney’s temple. “Honestly? I know I don’t look that way, but I’m a natural bottom. I love the thought of feeling your beautiful prick inside me,” Rafe whispered.
Quite predictably, Pitney’s face took on a funny are-you-kidding-me expression. “Gosh! Are you serious? So... you don’t think I’m a freak, plus, you want to have sex with me? Wow. Where the hell did you hide till now?” Then Pitney giggled, wrapped both arms around his neck, and smooched him. It was messy, wet, and simply perfect.
Rafe chuckled against Pitney’s eager lips. “Thank you for trusting me. So, how about a shower before breakfast? Dried spunk on my skin is not something I’m particularly fond of.” He winked and earned another blush. Rafe had no idea how the guy managed to look shy after what they’d done together.
“Oh, okay. But I like being so close to you,” Pitney murmured and pouted. See? Cute as hell.
“Then it’s good the shower is big enough for two. Come on, tiger.” Rafe kissed Pitney’s lips hungrily before he stood and reached out his hand. “Can’t wait to have you naked and wet in the shower with me. Just imagine the fun we can have with a sponge and body wash.”
Groaning, Pitney took his hand and let Rafe haul him up. Yep, so much fun, Rafe thought as he noticed Pitney’s already recovering cock.
Chapter Five
A couple of hours later, laden with a box full of kinky gingerbread men, Pitney pushed the door to his uncle’s house open with his shoulder.
“Pitney? Is that you?” Virgil called from the back of the house. The man had to be in the living room. Not surprising at all. His uncle was most likely busy watching a teleshopping channel. Not because he’d buy the crap, oh no. Virgil Winters loved watching other people humiliating themselves while they poured liquid plastic in indestructible pans to prove their indestructibility and shit like that.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Then come in, boy,” Virgil hollered back. Pitney placed the box on a table in the hallway, no need to shock his family by offering leather-clad cookies. Then he strolled into the living room and sat down beside his uncle. Yup, he’d been right. Teleshopping.
Virgil muted the television and gave him one of his patented Now-Pitney-tell-me-what’s-bothering-you looks. Would Pitney lose that look of fondness when he told his uncle and aunt he was gay? Would they turn their backs on him and tell him to never set one of his fairy feet on their precious hetero lawn again? Honestly, he had no idea.
His aunt and uncle had never said anything bad about gays, except the occasional that dude is gay from his uncle, when one of his favorite football players had messed up at a game. Sure, it wasn’t kind to say such things. Pitney didn’t like stereotyping. Just because a man didn’t look or act manly didn’t mean he was gay. However, people liked to stereotype. Pitney had done it himself. Just from looking at Rafe, he never would’ve guessed the man was a devoted bottom.
“Pitney?” Virgil’s soft question pulled him out of his musings.
His cheeks pinked and he tugged at a loose thread on his ratty jeans. “Uh... yeah? Sorry. I zoned out there for a second.”
“Is something wrong? Are you hungry?” Then Virgil threw back his head and yelled, “Nora, Pitney’s home! The boy needs something to eat.”
Pitney held his hand in front of his mouth and snickered, knowing what would come next. His aunt rounded the corner, a scowl on her face. She was a plump, beautiful woman in her late fifties, with a
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