Hunter and Morgan: Gatecrasher by H.K. Nightingale

Author:H.K. Nightingale [Nightingale, H.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Happy Antlers Publications
Published: 2019-07-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Morgan waited until he and Hunter were actually on the train before he messaged Caleb. He'd packed a toothbrush and a few other things (including his magic book, just in case). He'd nearly packed condoms and lube, put them in and taken them out of his bag a dozen times, before finally convincing himself that Hunter would have some at his place, and if he didn't, well, maybe that meant he wanted to take it slow and of course Morgan would respect that. He didn't want to tempt fate, not when things were so new and anyway, Hunter could be called off on a case at a moment's notice.

Once they'd pulled out of Leeds station for York, though, at around the time he'd usually be getting home, Morgan decided to bite the bullet. He took out his phone and dialled, aware that Hunter was watching him out of the corner of his eye.

Caleb picked up straight away with a 'yo', and Morgan realised he'd been hoping it would go to voicemail.

"Hi," he said.

"'Sup?" asked Caleb, popping the 'p'.

"I'm, um, going to York for the night. I might be, um…" He dropped his voice. "…back late." And then added, wishing he'd taken this call to a different part of the train, or maybe just sent a bloody text, "Or not. Tonight. Home. Um."

"Well, well. My boy's all grown up."

"I mean, I might be."

Hunter shook his head. Possibly at whatever he was reading on his phone. Possibly not.

"Have a lovely time, sweet boy," said Caleb. "Be safe and remember to say thank you for having you."

"I will not be saying anything of the sort, Caleb, just… No. Are you okay?"

"Never better."

"Are you going out?"

"I have a boxed set of something outrageously sinister on Netflix to watch. Sorry you'll miss it."

"I'm not. Well, okay then. I'll see you, um, later."

"If you're not back in a week I'll start watering your plants."

"That won't be necessary."

"Ciao, darling. Give Hunter a big sloppy blow job from–"

Morgan hung up and stared out of the train window, biting his lip. Bloody Caleb.

"Look at this," Hunter said, shoving his phone under Morgan's nose. "Isn't that the cutest thing you saw?"

Morgan looked. On the screen a puppy climbed into a cardboard box, ran about until the box fell over, then ran about some more and rammed it into a skinny pair of guy-legs.

It was pretty cute.

"Reminds me of someone," said Morgan.

York was always beautiful, but on that evening the city surpassed itself. The sunshine made the old stone glow. The streets were alive with cafes and pubs, music and laughter spilling out. The restaurant was busy, but once again Hunter clearly got on well with the staff, and they ended up at a table in a quiet alcove, where the chatter and clatter of plates was a soft background noise rather than an intrusion. There was a whole column of vegetarian choices for each course on the menu. Hunter was going to order wine, but when Morgan said he

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