Page 157 of Summer Holiday Lifeline

Myles wasn’t sure he agreed, but his mouth was full, so he didn’t have to find an appropriate response. Instead, he pressed his tongue to the base of Steven’s cock and watched his lover’s reaction.

He was not disappointed.

Steven widened his eyes, then dropped them closed with a soft moan. “Again,” he demanded.

Myles obliged, adding just a bit of suction this time, and Steven’s shout gratified him to his bones. It took only anther erratic, fitful thrust or two for Steven to reach his limit.

Myles swallowed his offering enthusiastically, then gently let him go. He stayed where he was, head resting against Steven’s thigh while he waited for Steven to get his brain back online and enjoyed the attention.

“You stuck down there?” Steven finally asked, a smile turning the words soft and curious.

Myles rubbed his cheek against Steven’s hairy thigh. “Maye I just like the smell of you.”

“Gimme your hand.”

He did, and allowed Steven to bear a lot of his weight as he got up.

“We’ll find a more comfortable way to do that,” Steven promised.

“The only uncomfortable part is getting back up.” He kissed Steven’s reply away and caressed his cheek. “But I do look forward to experimenting.”

Steven rested his head against the wall again and peered at him. “You were supposed to wait, you know.”

“I like my idea better.”

“Me too.”

For another heartbeat or two, they stared at each other.

“Can I pull my pants up now?”

Myles grinned. “If you must.”

“I must. I want to show you around.”

“I know your house. Been here before.”

“Before when it was my house. Now it’s ours, and I want to show you things.”

Myles stepped back, allowing enough room for Steven to pull up his sweats. “Show away.” He waved a hand towards the door.

Steven took it. “Shelly’s room next.”

“Okay.”

They crossed the hall to the smaller room Steven had prepared for her. It was adorable. Steven had clearly been paying attention, because the room was a mix of soft ballet pinks and clear spring green that should not have looked so good together, but in this room, worked perfectly.

The bed, an antique iron day-bed affair, had pride of place under the dormer, and the furniture had been painted, from green at the bottom to pink at the top, with a soft, creamy break in the middle, and all the colours melding together perfectly along the way.

“You did all this?”

Steven puffed up his chest a bit. “The ombré took some practice, but I got there.”

“You have missed your calling as a book seller.”

“You should have heard me cursing the paint in Jet’s room. All those colours, and not letting them get muddy and dull.”

“That’s paint? I thought it was wallpaper.”