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Gareth hummed his agreement.
“But if you don’t let go of me, I’m going to end up falling asleep on you.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t.”
Jules smiled. “Yeah? Well I’m glad you’re not in a hurry to get rid of me, because you make a great pillow.”
“Definitely not in a hurry.” Gareth’s voice was a deep rumble under Jules’s ear, but there was a hint of uncertainty as he added. “I reckon I quite like having you around.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
There was a long pause. Jules counted it out by the thud of Gareth’s heart. Ten heartbeats later they both spoke at once. “D’you wanna—?” “I’d really like to—” and then broke off.
“You go,” Jules said.
The pause this time was only three heartbeats, faster ones this time, Jules noticed.
“I’d really like to keep seeing you,” Gareth said. “Like… in a boyfriend kind of way.”
Elation surged through Jules like bubbles in shaken champagne. He drew back, just enough to see Gareth’s face and make sure he was serious. The intensity in his gaze left Jules in no doubt.
Jules grinned. “Sounds good to me.”
EPILOGUE
Three weeks later
“Do you want a lift to work?” Gareth asked from behind Jules’s shoulder.
Jules was standing in front of the sink in Gareth’s bathroom, messing with his hair. He’d used a little wax to shape it after drying, and it was almost perfect. He caught Gareth’s eye in the mirror and smiled. “Sure.”
“But no groping me at the traffic lights this time. I nearly rear-ended that taxi last time I dropped you off.” Gareth frowned, but a contradictory smile tugged at his lips.
“But you look so hot in your work clothes.”
“They’re just my regular clothes, only dirtier and scruffier.”
“Exactly.” Jules turned and leaned against the sink. He reached out and hooked his fingers in Gareth’s belt loops and tugged him close. Leaning up to brush his lips over Gareth’s, he whispered, “You look good dirty.” Then he kissed him properly.
Gareth cupped Jules’s face with his work-calloused hands and then groaned as Jules dropped to his knees and started fumbling with Gareth’s belt. “We’ll both be late.”
“Better late than driving into the back of a bus because I can’t keep my hands off you,” Jules said.
Gareth’s answer was a huff of breath as Jules sucked Gareth’s rapidly hardening dick into his mouth, and then his hands twisted into Jules’s hair and Jules knew he’d won. He undid his own trousers one-handed and started to stroke himself, racing Gareth to the finish. Lucky the bathroom floor was wipe-clean, although the lino was a little hard on the knees. But Jules didn’t think this was going to take long.
They pulled up outside the salon about twenty minutes later. Jules was only five minutes late for work and the journey had passed with no groping—although there had been some handholding—and no near misses with other road users.
Jules leaned over the gear stick to kiss Gareth goodbye, very thoroughly.
“You coming over to mine tonight?” he asked once he’d kissed Gareth to his satisfaction. “Sacha said he’ll cook for us.”
“Sure, wouldn’t miss it.”
They’d fallen into a habit of spending most nights together now, more often at Gareth’s, because they had the privacy. But sometimes they went to Jules’s, because Sacha complained if he never saw him. Luckily Sacha approved of Gareth and they’d hit it off straight away.
“Okay, see you later then. Bye, babe.” Jules gave a final quick kiss to Gareth’s lips before getting out of the van and waving as Gareth pulled away.
Tyler had his hands on his hips and a mock-disapproving expression on his face as Jules breezed in with a, “Sorry I’m late,” to Shelley, who just smiled.
“No worries, love,” she said.
“No prizes for guessing
why
you’re late,” Tyler smirked, staring at Jules’s hair.
“What?” In their haste to leave after their impromptu morning blowjob, Jules had forgotten to check if he looked respectable afterwards.
“Were you going for bed-head, freshly fucked, or dragged through a hedge backwards?” Tyler said dryly. “Or a combination of all three?”
Jules wheeled around to look in one of the mirrors. Gareth’s hands had wreaked havoc. His quiff was now more of a bird’s nest than the perfect shape he'd spent ages on earlier. “Oh, bugger.” He ran his fingers through his hair to tame it again and studied his reflection. He looked different somehow… softer, more colour in his cheeks. Then he realised what it was. He looked happy. He
was
happy.
He smiled and shrugged. “Whatever. It was totally worth it.”
About the Author
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats. Jay comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content.
One day, she decided to try and write a short story—just to see if she could—and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
Email: [email protected]
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