The Impossible Boy by Anna Martin

Author:Anna Martin [Martin, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-205-6
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

STAN’S ALARM beeped chirpily far too early in the morning, considering how late they’d been awake doing things the night before. He slapped it until it silenced, then rolled back into Ben’s embrace for a few final minutes of warmth and comfort before the day dragged them away from each other.

Ben threw his arm around Stan’s waist and grumbled unintelligibly as he buried his nose in the back of Stan’s neck. These early morning moments were short but precious, and Stan let himself savour the warm peace for far longer than he should have before leaning back, kissing Ben’s temple, then rolling out of bed.

Not so long ago, he would have considered this a late wake-up, but since Ben had moved in, their mornings were getting later and later. He couldn’t blame Ben for it, not really; Ben worked late, especially when he closed up at the pub, and it took him a little while to unwind once he got home. Stan understood and didn’t mind, even if Ben almost always woke him up when he finally came to bed.

Stan brushed his teeth while waiting for the shower to warm up, then enclosed himself in the glass cubicle. In his dream house, they’d have a tub—maybe one of those claw-footed tubs with antique-style taps. For now, though, the cubicle was fine.

After a minute or so, the bathroom door swung open and Ben stumbled in—his hair a hilarious mess, the black boxers he’d worn to bed riding very low on his slim hips.

Stan smiled and turned away as Ben proceeded to pee—loudly—grunting and grumbling to himself as he pushed his hair back with his free hand. Moments later, Stan felt a chill on his skin as Ben let himself into the shower.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” Stan said, grinning, as Ben wrapped his arms around Stan’s body.

“Mornin’,” Ben huffed. He rocked them together back and forth under the water, his lips gathering up the little drops of water on Stan’s neck.

“How come you’re up so early?”

“Came to see if you’d soaped your balls up yet. Thought I could help.”

Stan let a silly grin spread across his face, content that from behind him, Ben couldn’t see it. He grabbed Ben’s wrist and dragged it down his body, then cupped the hand around his cock and balls. Ben snorted with laughter into Stan’s neck.

“Need soap?” Stan asked innocently.

“I never know what half the potions in here do.” Ben let go of Stan’s package and stretched both arms over his head, making his back crack. “I’m scared to touch them.”

“Good,” Stan said, poking him in the chest. “They’re expensive.”

He took Ben’s palm and poured some of his silky, body-oil conditioning wash into it, then gestured for Ben to rub his hands together to lather it up. Ben took his time massaging the rich foam into Stan’s skin, his palms skimming over Stan’s chest and back, down his arms, then slowly rubbing his shoulders.

“You still sore from last night?” Ben asked, his fingers dancing down Stan’s spine and skimming over his ass.

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