Secret Of The Manor by Taylin Clavelli

Author:Taylin Clavelli [Clavelli, Taylin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Published: 2015-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

WARREN ROSE on Christmas morning to the aroma of bacon and eggs. As he lowered his feet to the floor, he heard toast pop and the telltale chink of the teapot lid. He grabbed his satin dressing gown and headed out.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw what Alex had done.

One end of his table was laden with a blue, red, and green Christmassy tablecloth. Upon it, two place settings had been laid. There was a pot of tea and two mugs decorated with Rudolph and Santa. A rack of toast and tub of butter accompanied the other items. The radio was on, playing carols from Westminster Abbey, and Alex was hovering over the frying pan. The sight was mouthwatering. He was in thin pyjama pants that tantalisingly covered his pert rear. The rest of his body was bare, other than an apron protecting him from the spitting oil. Everything about him was long and sleek. Warren could easily imagine him in Lord of the Rings as an elf, or one of the Na’vi from Avatar, only his hair wasn’t appropriate for either.

When Warren first saw Alex, his hair was short and well groomed. Since, it had grown to reach his ears and, although it still shaped into his long neck, the added length had a soft, touchable quality to it. Broad shoulders displayed long muscles that led to a trim waist, and his never-ending legs—well, Warren had illicit thoughts about those. From where Warren stood, he couldn’t see a single hair other than on Alex’s head.

Warren could feel the effect of Alex’s picturesque physique from his dry mouth to his tingling toes and especially his blood-filling groin—not an unwelcome development, but nonetheless one fraught with complications. He needed to regain a modicum of control and headed for the privacy of the bathroom.

Upon his return, Alex spotted him and smiled. “Perfect timing. One egg or two? Ketchup or brown sauce?”

Warren joined Alex in the kitchen area, spied the items on the plate, and made his decision. “Wow. Two eggs, ketchup, and salad cream, please.”

Alex wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Salad cream? Not mayo?”

“Nope. I like ketchup with bacon and salad cream with sausage.” Warren had loved the combination since childhood. Although similar to mayo, he found salad cream sharper to the taste. It offset the fat in the sausage perfectly.

“Weird.”

Warren shrugged and reached into the cupboard for the sauce.

Alex and Warren feasted in their homely version of the Ritz. “This is wonderful, Alex. It’s been many years since I’ve had this on Christmas morning.”

“I enjoyed doing it. It’s been a long time for me, too.”

Warren, lost for words in the fast-changing atmosphere, did the only thing he could think of. He grasped Alex’s hand, kissed it, and bumped his knee under the table. “Thank you.”

Alex’s reply was a nod.

The men finished in silence, cleared away, and took their mugs of tea into the lounge. Warren wasn’t one for decking the halls with boughs of holly or filling every spare surface with tinsel and baubles.

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