True Brit by Con Riley

Author:Con Riley [Riley, Con]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2015-02-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Ed woke when the bed sagged. Pasha sat on its edge and then pushed up to standing. His naked arse was right there and hard to resist, but he’d already stepped toward the window before Ed got a chance to smack it.

“Gotta be quicker than that if you want to tap this.”

“How come you’re so wide-awake already?” Ed rubbed sleep from his eyes before slumping against the pillows they’d shared.

“Seagulls woke me.” Sunshine spilled over the span of Pasha’s shoulders, and when Pasha faced him, shadows deepened the vee leading from his hips to his cock. He looked a whole lot stronger than any of Ed’s first impressions. He was lean, all right, and he didn’t have the solid, muscled weight that years of PT had put on Ed, but Pasha’s long, tight torso was divided by a trail of coal black hair that really did it for him.

“Take a picture, why don’t you?” Pasha said, echoing the words that had started all this madness. He grinned at the same time as covering his cock and balls with both hands. “Didn’t your mum teach you it’s rude to stare?” His jump of shock when there was a knock at the door and his wild grab for the sheets were comical, leading to a quick and dirty game of tug-of-war before Ed finally let him have a tiny corner.

“Boys?” His mum’s voice filtered through the crack of the door. “I’m making breakfast if you’re up.” She didn’t open the door any farther. “Bacon and eggs.” She hesitated and then asked, “Or I can make something else if bacon’s off the menu.”

“Sounds great, Mum.” Ed tugged at the sheet again just to see the neat curve of Pasha’s biceps bunch as he held firm. “Bacon’s fine. We’ll be down directly.”

“Your Cornish is showing,” Pasha said as he pulled on the spare pair of boxers Ed passed him. “‘Directly’ sounds funny when you say it.” He brushed at the hem of his jeans where soil had left brown smudges. “Dreckly,” he imitated. “The taxi driver at the station said it the same way.”

“It’s no funnier than some of the shit you say. You’ve picked up the worst of every accent you’ve copied.”

“Now, now. No need to be touchy.” The mattress dipped again when Pasha straddled Ed’s hips. “I like it. I always like the way you sound when you speak. Soft. How the hell did you ever end up in the forces?” He settled over Ed’s lap. “There’s nothing hard about you.”

Ed canted his hips and snatched a quick kiss when Pasha toppled forward. “You’re dreckly over something that’ll be hard any minute if you don’t shift your arse.”

The smell of bacon travelled upstairs all the way from the kitchen. Ed’s stomach rumbled, but he made the most of Pasha’s proximity and grabbed two handfuls of his rear. “Remind me to show you how hard after we’ve eaten.”

They dressed quickly, but Pasha stopped him at the top of the stairs. He looked

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