Disasterology 101 (32 page)

He locked the front door and turned off a few lights on his way to the media room. Next to the rooftop terrace it was Kevin’s favorite place in the penthouse, both because he was in love with the big telly and sound system, and because it’d become sort of a neutral area. It wasn’t Kevin’s, nor was it Cedric’s. It was their space together.

It’d only been a few weeks since they started hanging out there, but the room already held their combined scent. Cedric knew their breath and germs permeated the blue sofa, but for some reason his mind had learned to assimilate that. He didn’t feel faint, or threatened by their proximity in such close quarters. Quite the opposite. The media room was the one safe place where he could relax and fully enjoy the company of his lover. Normally he could only tolerate being around others for three hours, but in this room he was able to stay longer.

“Everything clean and shiny in the kitchen?” Kevin asked from the sofa the moment Cedric came through the door.

“Just the way I like it.” He took in Kevin’s appearance. Sweatpants and no t-shirt. He didn’t wear much whenever he was over, and Cedric liked that a lot. It meant that he felt comfortable enough, and he looked like he belonged.

“You’ve got to let me do the dishes more than once a day,” Kevin grumbled without looking away from the baseball game playing on the telly.

“Aww,” Cedric teased as he sat on the sofa next to Kevin. “Is the baby still cross with me?”

“I’m serious, oddball.” He shot Cedric an exasperated look. “I’ve never had anyone clean after me constantly. Not my mother and certainly not my ex-wife. I don’t feel comfortable eating food
you
always cook and hanging out at your place when I’m not allowed to help.”

“It only takes thirty minutes to do the dishes.” He took a pack of Listerine strips out of his pocket and handed it to Kevin. “Not that big of a deal.”

Kevin put one in his mouth, took a deep breath, and shook his head. “You’ve got maids coming here three times a week. How come they can clean your stuff, but I can’t?”

“Easy.” Cedric placed his gloves on the end table, turned sideways and smiled. “They’re not my bloke.”

“What?” Kevin asked, his eyes darting between Cedric and the telly. Must be one hell of a match.

“The maids get paid to clean the place, plus there’s the fact I don’t want to take care of them.”

“Your bloke, huh?” Kevin’s dark blue eyes settled on him. A deep “v” formed between his eyebrows, but his smile was wide and sweet. “And you want to take care of me?”

“Every day, if you’d let me,” Cedric confessed. “You work so hard, pet….” He brushed Kevin’s fingers with his own. “You can’t blame me for wanting to pamper you in every way I can.”

Kevin purred. “Don’t be surprised if I take you up on that.”

Desire crested like a wave over Cedric. Had he not been sitting, it would’ve knocked him on his arse, that’s how surprised he was.

It’d been days since he last felt an inkling of interest in sex, and all of a sudden there it was. His body felt hot. His hands itched to touch Kevin, and his shaft swelled.
Thank God
.

“Come here.” A little gesture of his head was all it took for Kevin to jump into action and settle between his legs. “You know, I’d be crushed if you didn’t let me cook for you, or draw you a bath and massage your body when it aches.”

Cedric knew it’d be wiser to shut it, as he’d already revealed too much by telling Kevin he thought of him as his haven. He didn’t want to sound clingy, or come on too strong and scare him off. But some things—like his feelings for Kevin—were entirely too strong. He couldn’t keep them all inside.

“You’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve it.”

“I don’t think I could function without the things you do for me, hon.” Kevin kissed the back of his hand.

Brilliant
, he thought,
because I think I want to keep doing those things for the rest of my life.

“Life is tough,” Kevin said. “But you keep me going, you know?”

More like Kevin’s love for his kids, and his huge sense of responsibility kept him doing what he needed to do, but Cedric loved being included. It was nice.

He cradled Kevin’s back against his chest and ran his fingers through short, silky brown hair. “You don’t have to function without them.”

Are you sure about that?

Have you forgotten your days in this country are numbered?

No.
Cedric squeezed his eyes shut and gulped.
I don’t want to be without him.

“I love the feel of your fingers on my scalp.” Kevin’s voice snapped him out of his gloomy thoughts. “Think you can keep it up while I finish watching the game?”

Cedric’s cock lengthened another inch. His heart skipped a beat. “Not a problem, love.”

“Thanks,” Kevin said absently, his attention back on the game. Cedric didn’t mind, though. Why would he, when Kevin’s long, callused fingers remained fully engaged by caressing the inside of his knee through his sweat pants?

Plus, he was
hard
.

Nothing could bother him right about now.

He inhaled deeply, and let Kevin’s scent envelop him. Usually he smelled woodsy and sultry, but tonight he smelled like chlorine, a reminder they’d spent hours swimming naked in the pool.

Cedric smoothed his fingers over Kevin’s brow, and along the curve of his nose and his strong jaw, marveled at the width and power of his shoulders and arms, and smiled when goose bumps broke out over Kevin’s golden skin as a result of his touch.

The pulse in Kevin’s neck fluttered wildly, and his breathing became shallower. He’d obviously forgotten the baseball game in favor of a make out session, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t move a muscle.

Cedric licked Kevin’s earlobe quickly, then buried his fingers in his lover’s chest hair. It wasn’t particularly abundant or thick, but there was enough for his nipples to play hide and seek, and turn Cedric’s brain into mush every time he got to look at it.

Kevin was the sexiest man alive. The strongest. The most… male.

He wasn’t as tall as Cedric, but the size of him was impressive. Maybe it was his take-charge personality, or the aplomb with which he dealt with difficult situations, but in Cedric’s eyes Kevin Morrison was larger than life, and that showed in his physical appearance.

Cedric circled Kevin’s quarter-sized nipples with his thumbs. Kevin twisted his head, and somehow managed to kiss his neck.

Cedric’s bollocks tingled. His cock got fatter and throbbed.

Thank God
.

“You know I didn’t prepare for this,” Kevin whispered against his jaw.

“It’s fine,” Cedric assured him, gaze fixed between Kevin’s legs. “No intercourse tonight.”

“Pity,” Kevin lamented, but it was obvious he’d be happy with anything.

“Pull your pants down, pet,” Cedric asked, his voice shaking with a mix of arousal and dread, anxiety over what would —or wouldn’t— happen taking a hold of him.

“Your wish is my command,” Kevin said, shucking his sweat pants off with trembling hands.

His cock sprang free.

Dark red and swollen. Big veins visible. Profusely weeping at the tip. Hard as a bat.

Cedric stretched his right arm and wrapped his naked fingers around Kevin’s massive erection for the first time.

“Oh, fuck,” Kevin groaned.

“Bloody hell.” Cedric could totally relate.

The feel of Kevin’s most sensitive—yet powerful—appendage in his bare hand was mind-blowing. The heat and the pressure was unbelievably exciting, and an explosion of light went off inside his head.

Cedric couldn’t look away.

A current of electricity raced along his spine. He got even harder, and he thrust into Kevin’s arse.

“Oh my God… shit… jerk it, babe,” Kevin begged, and Cedric was more than happy to oblige. He’d only tugged twice when Kevin turned around, pinned him against the sofa, and took possession of his mouth.

Kevin was deliciously heavy, and as much as he worried about not being young anymore and not looking good, the truth was there wasn’t any give in him at all. Physical work did him good. His stomach was firm, and the muscles of his shoulders and back were dense when Cedric wrapped his arms around him. He was solid. Hard as steel. And those adjectives applied to his body as much as they did his mind.

Add to the mix the fact that he was thoughtful, determined, and affectionate, and you ended up with the kind of bloke anyone would feel lucky to have met.

And he’s here with me
, Cedric thought as he returned Kevin’s hungry kiss, and ground their cocks together.

“How are we doing this, babe?” Kevin asked, placing brief kisses over his jaw and neck. He didn’t try to remove any of Cedric’s clothes, but his face was tight and his nostrils flared. The raw desire in his dark blue eyes was visible regardless of the semidarkness of the media room. “Where are the condoms? Want me to jerk you off?”

Cedric closed his eyes momentarily when he felt his cock twitch, then pushed Kevin off him and inverted their position. “I want to watch you come,” he said, praying his voice didn’t give away how affected he was by what was happening below his waist.

“It won’t take long,” Kevin moaned, arching his back and thrusting his cock into Cedric’s fist.

Cedric lay down next to Kevin and kissed him again, his hand moving up and down Kevin’s hardness, focusing on his lover’s pleasure and trying to forget about his own.

He increased the speed of his hand, and let his gaze travel from Kevin’s strained face to his curling toes. Nothing could compare to the sight of Kevin when pleasure overtook him. Awe and abandon mingled in his expression, but there was also a bit of painful desperation. Maybe because he wanted more than what he usually got from Cedric, or perhaps it was just his imagination.

“Every nerve ending in my body comes alive when you touch me.” Kevin’s voice was only a whisper as he peered at Cedric and slid a hand between his legs.

Cedric trapped it between his thighs, effectively stopping Kevin from reaching his destination. But he was persistent. When he wiggled his fingers and tried to turn sideways, Cedric scooted away and buried his cock in the cushion of the sofa.

No touching
, his mind screamed.
Not if I don’t say it’s fine to do so
.

Cedric’s heart plummeted when Kevin glanced at him with a world of hurt and disappointment reflected in his eyes, but he refused to let the moment get ruined. He had to see what he’d started to completion. He wouldn’t be able to handle it if he didn’t.

Praying to God, heaven, and every entity he could think of for strength to keep his germaphobia at bay he released Kevin’s cock, and slid his middle finger first over the sensitive skin of his perineum, then over the entrance of his hole.

“
God
.” Kevin’s lips parted. His tongue left a sheen of moisture when it swiped over them. “I want to touch you,” he said. “Please, babe.”

“Let me take care of you first.” Cedric’s voice was hoarse and shaky, but he managed to kiss Kevin briefly without heaving. He retrieved his finger and fisted Kevin’s weeping shaft. “You go first.”

Kevin nodded. “Okay.” His eyes rolled, and he hissed in a breath, but he got out the words Cedric could’ve guessed. “And then you’ll let me make you come, right?”

“Yes….”

“Promise me you will.”

Kevin’s bossy demand made him shiver.

Incapable of looking into those pretty blue eyes for even one more second, Cedric rested his head on Kevin’s chest, and let the heat emanating from his solid body thaw out the cold from his bones, and the chills running down his spine.

“I promise,” Cedric said quietly.

He blanked his mind, twisted his wrist, and spread Kevin’s precum up and down his cock. Kevin writhed and trembled. He was far too gone to be able to think anymore. To notice anything was amiss. At this point he just wanted to come.