I press my nose into his hair and revel in his scent. It’s my new addiction.
Finally, I am contented, dozing off with a man in my arms.
* * *
On Saturday morning, I awaken with a hard-on that just won’t quit. I’m guessing it’s because my erection is just inches from Ian’s ass. I have this fantasy that I wake him with my cock in his ass—but no. That’s something we should definitely discuss ahead of time.
Our bed—Ian’s bed—is warm and comfortable, and I don’t want to get up. He stirs in my arms, making sleepy, contented sounds that make me even harder.
He shifts to his back and looks at me as he stretches lazily. “Good morning, handsome.”
My dick swells. “Good morning.”
He rolls toward me once more and wraps his arm around my waist, snuggling in close. “What time is it?” he says sleepily.
“Six.”
He groans. “Go back to sleep, Tyler. It’s the weekend.” Then he presses his lips to my chest.
Normally, even on weekends, I’d be up early. I’ve never been one to sleep in. But now I have a warm, snuggly body to curl up to. I don’t want to get up. “Hey, Ian?”
He snuggles closer. “Hmm?”
“Tomorrow is my nephew’s first birthday. My sister is hosting a party for him tomorrow afternoon. Would you like to come with me?”
Ian raises his head. “Seriously? You’re inviting me to a family event?”
“Yes.”
“I’d love to go! Are you kidding? Meet your family? Oh, my God! We have to go shopping for a gift. Have you gotten him anything yet? What does he like?”
“I was planning to pick something up today. And Ian, he’s a baby. I have no idea what he likes. And probably, neither does he.”
Ian rolls his eyes. “Leave it to me. I’m great with kids.”
I laugh. “Fine. You’re in charge of picking out Luke’s birthday present.”
Ian kisses my shoulder, and then he rolls over onto his side, pulling me with him so that I’m spooning him. I close my eyes and allow myself to fall back to sleep.
A couple hours later, my stomach is growling loud enough to wake the dead. It certainly wakes me. Not wanting to disturb Ian, I climb out of bed and take a quick shower, then dress in the clothes that I brought in my overnight bag.
I head downstairs to the kitchen and raid the refrigerator, finding everything I need to cook a nice breakfast for my sleepyhead.
Half an hour later, Ian comes ambling down the back stairs in nothing but a pair of shorts. His hair is sticking up in tufts, and his eyes are only half open. “Do I smell bacon?”
“Yes.” I point to the kitchen table. “Have a seat. Breakfast will be right up.”
Ian sits, and a few moments later I bring him a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast. I pour him a cup of coffee, and he drowns it in flavored cream and sugar.
As we eat together, he checks his phone for messages. He responds to a text from his mother and two from his sister. “My mom wants you to come for dinner sometime. She’s anxious to meet you.”
I sip my coffee. “I’d love to meet your family, but how do you think your dad will react?”
Ian brushes off my concern. “He won’t do anything to upset my mom or rock the boat. Trust me, it’ll be fine.”
As we finish up breakfast, I say, “We need to go grocery shopping. The fridge is pretty bare, and this is the last of the coffee.”
Ian blushes. “I’ve been a little too busy lately to remember to do such mundane things as buy groceries. My mind has been otherwise occupied.”
I grin. “Really?”
“Yeah. You see, there’s this new guy I’ve been seeing. He’s got me all twisted up in knots.”
When Ian casually reaches up to tease one of his nipple piercings, my cock twitches in my pants, and my whole body heats up. Fuck. My pulse is racing now.
I rise from my seat and pull Ian out of his. Slowly, I walk him backward until he’s flush with the wall. My gaze keeps dipping down to those damn piercings, the silver barbells nestled in those dusky pink flat disks. I don’t know what it is about them that sends my body into overdrive, but I can’t look at them, or even think about them, without getting hard.
I gently brush one of his nipples with the pad of my thumb and he shudders with a groan. My voice drops to a rough octave. “If