Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Once the dish was under the grill and the peas were simmering, Dev grinned, triumphant. “That wasn’t so bad.”
“Look at you. You’ll be on Masterchef before you know it.” Ewan stepped forward and pulled Dev into his arms. “Now, come here and kiss me properly.”
Their lips met, and Ewan closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of Dev. He tasted of sweet lemonade and his hair was soft under Ewan’s hands. It felt so good kissing him now that Ewan knew it meant something. The attraction had always been there on both sides, but admitting their feelings for each other took things to a whole new level. The kiss was intense, and although it was arousing, it was also so much more, with a tenderness to it that made Ewan’s heart swell along with his dick. He lost all track of time in the slow press of lips and glide of tongues.
The scent of burning pulled him sharply back to reality and he broke away. “Shit. Dev. The dinner!”
Smoke was pouring out from under the grill. It was a miracle the smoke alarm hadn’t gone off.
Dev ran to turn off the grill while Ewan opened the window even wider. He turned to see Dev putting the charred remains of the mac and cheese down on the kitchen surface. “Bollocks.” He shook his head sadly. “I’m not sure it’s going to be edible.”
The cheese and breadcrumb layer was black and still smoking, and the smell of burning cheese was disgusting.
“I’m sorry. I distracted you.”
“It’s my fault. I should have set a timer. Ugh. I’m an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot. It could happen to anyone. Anyway, I reckon we can still eat the pasta if we scrape off the topping.”
“Maybe.” Dev didn’t look convinced.
They dished up and carried their plates through to the living room. Shawn and Mike were in the living room playing GTA. Mike greeted them amicably, but Shawn barely acknowledged their presence other than to mutter a quick hi. He didn’t look up from the game.
Ewan and Dev sat at the table in the window to eat. The pasta and sauce was edible, but it was very bland without the extra cheese from the burned topping. Ewan didn’t want Dev to feel worse than he already did, so he tried to look enthusiastic. At least the salad was nice. Dev mostly just pushed his food around the plate and didn’t seem to put much of it in his mouth.
After a particularly loud volley of gunfire and swearing, Dev raised his eyes to Ewan’s and grimaced. “Want to eat in my room instead?”
“I think I’m done with eating.” Ewan pushed his plate away. “Sorry,” he added as Dev’s face fell.
“Yeah. It wasn’t very good.” Dev sighed.
Ewan lowered his voice to a whisper. “But I can think of other things we could do in your room.”
Dev’s cheeks went pink. “Yeah. Me too.”
They dumped their plates in the kitchen and left the clearing up for later.
Upstairs, Dev locked his bedroom door behind them. “Well, that pretty much sucked for a first date. I totally messed up the dinner and then we had to eat it to a soundtrack of GTA with Shawn and Mike for company, which was probably the least romantic setting ever.”
“Hey. The date isn’t over yet.” Ewan let his gaze rake over Dev as Dev crossed the room to where Ewan stood by the bed. “I think we can still redeem it.”
Dev smiled. “That’s true.”
“So how about you get over here and let me fuck you.”
Heat flared in Dev’s eyes. “Yeah.”
They kept getting distracted by kisses as they helped each other out of their clothes, but eventually they were both naked. Dev dropped to his knees to suck Ewan’s cock for a while. He still had his glasses on, and Ewan found it ridiculously hot the way Dev glanced up at him through the thick frames, checking his reaction as he hollowed his cheeks and took him deep.
When Ewan started to get a little too close to orgasm for comfort, he got Dev to lie down on the bed so he could return the favour. Ewan blew him and stroked his hole with spit-slick fingers until Dev was moaning and asking for more.
“Turn over,” Ewan said. “I want to eat your arse.”
Dev didn’t hesitate, flipping onto all fours. “Like this?”
“Perfect.” Ewan nosed into his crack, smelling soap and the musky scent of Dev beneath. He reached one hand between Dev’s legs to find his heavy cock and stroked it as he licked the tender skin.
“Fuck,” Dev breathed. Ewan felt the muscles relax some more. “I’m ready, Ewan. Fuck me.”
Maybe Dev was ready, but Ewan was enjoying the rimming too much to cut it short, so he carried on teasing Dev for a while, opening him up with his tongue, and then his fingers until Dev was thrusting back on his hand. “Please, Ewan. Stop teasing!”