Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,62

for parental advice, a consolation in difficult times, and you’re mocking me.”

His dad swiftly rose from the couch and went to the bar, carrying his tall, slim figure with his usual grace. He mixed another mysterious drink, using all kinds of bottles with foreign labels on them.

“If I really thought you were about to have your heart broken, I’d be the embodiment of compassion and pity. Travis, in all seriousness, you connected in the most intimate way. Several times, I gather.”

Travis blushed at reliving the memories with his parent in the room. His dad turned to him again, a steel shaker in hand.

“Let me be blunt. Micah wouldn’t have let you breed him if he didn’t feel safe with you. And he wouldn’t have craved it repeatedly if he weren’t falling for you.”

“He told me he loved me. But it was when…um.” He made a vague gesture in the air and grimaced, uncomfortable with how the conversation was sliding into a sex talk.

Benjamin Whitehall only laughed, loudly and merrily. “Oh, my dear son, you’re precious. Have one more beer, you big alpha dork. You don’t need me to console you.”

He turned back to the bar and poured the orange, fizzy liquid into a tall glass. Travis’s pa walked in and paused when he spotted their expressions.

“Benjamin, make one of those for me too, please. Are we still discussing Travis’s young man?”

“We’re done. Our Travis will have to manage on his own. He doesn’t need help. He’s just petulant and impatient.”

“If you’re wrong, making me hope in vain…” The warning in Travis’s voice was real.

“I’m not wrong.”

His dad sipped from his glass and offered his winning smile, the one he wore on all his campaign posters. Travis rolled his eyes.

Travis opened the door to the chalet, tired after the long drive. He couldn’t wait to see Micah, but he wanted to clutch him in his arms and breathe him in again. The need was natural, a matter of course, and every reminder that he wasn’t allowed felt like slamming into a cold stone wall.

He dropped the keys in the small box on the shelf by the door and toed off his shoes.

“Travis!”

Micah stood by the foot of the stairs, smiling, and Travis’s heart clenched.

“Hi,” he said.

But Micah didn’t reply to his pathetic greeting. Instead, he walked forward, faster until he ran the last few steps, and he threw himself into Travis’s arms. Travis lifted his hands at the last moment, surprised.

“Travis,” Micah repeated, and Travis wrapped his arms around Micah’s body with a sigh of relief. Micah’s hands stroked up his chest and around his neck, and soft lips kissed him just above his collar.

Was he dreaming?

“Micah darling, what…?”

Micah leaned back, looking up into Travis’s eyes, wetness on his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?”

But Micah smiled—gorgeous, warm, happy smile.

“I love you.”

Travis’s knees almost buckled under him, but he managed to regain his balance, holding on to Micah.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, but I needed to be sure.”

The lump in his throat didn’t allow Travis to speak. Quietly he bent down and captured Micah’s lips with his.

Micah kissed him back until Travis’s tears spilled and dried again. His future was clear now, and Micah was everywhere. Asleep in his bed in the middle of the night, laughing by the breakfast table, holding his hand in front of Travis’s parents, joking with his brothers, reading a book on the sofa in the living room, hand resting on his round, pregnant belly, a black dog curled up by his feet.

“I made cookies,” Micah murmured between kisses. “Chocolate chip and macadamia nuts.”

Travis chuckled helplessly.

“I love you, Micah.”

Yes, it must have been a dream. The kisses tasted of cookies, and Travis was hard in his jeans with Micah straddling his lap on the sofa. For the first time, there was no hurry at all. He cupped Micah’s ass cheeks and dragged wet lips down his neck, and Micah’s fingers rubbed his chest, grazing his nipples through the cotton shirt.

Micah rolled his hips, and his erection pressed against Travis’s belly. A rush of energy ran through Travis, and he grabbed Micah tightly, crushing him to his chest.

“I slept in your bed last night,” Micah whispered. “I missed you so much it hurt.”

“Micah, love, you’re killing me.”

“I made myself come, but it wasn’t enough.”

“Tell me how.”

“I put on your T-shirt and nothing else. I could smell you, and it made me hard.”

Travis groaned and latched onto the skin under Micah’s jaw.

“I lay down and stroked my cock, and I thought