“I know and I agreed with you when we talked about it before. I want this to work between us. In case you hadn’t noticed, I like you, Cain. We get on well, we laugh at the same things, and we have great sex together.”
“We click.”
“Yeah, we do.” Archer put his fork down and reached across the table to hold Cain’s hand. “No matter what happens between us, we have to remain friends, no matter how hard that may be.”
Cain turned his hand over and squeezed Archer’s. “Agreed. Now that we’ve cleared that up, when do we tell our family. We agreed to keep quiet, but if this lasts, we have to tell them at some point.”
“Our family.” Archer sighed. “I don’t know. Do we wait six months, a year? The longer we wait, the worse Mom will feel.”
“Dad too.”
“We should tell them soon. Get them to meet us and tell them together and ask them to keep it quiet until we’re ready for everyone to know. Mom’s been bugging me to see her, and I know it’s to talk to me about us. Get them together, tell them our plan, and let them deal with it. I don’t want to lose you.”
Archer watched Cain chew his bottom lip and gently removed it. Cain smiled at him. “Okay. You call Lydia, and I’ll speak to Dad. Once we have them on board, we can see how this goes.”
“Now that we’ve got the serious shit done with, let’s eat. I really want to taste you, Cain. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Archer licked his lips and grinned when he heard Cain moan.
“Hurry up then.”
Archer lifted his fork to his mouth, and the pager went off.
Chapter Twenty-One
CAIN CLEARED THE table after Archer left to prepare for the cat coming in and walked around his apartment looking at the pictures on his walls. They were mainly family ones, and Cain could see some from when Archer was younger.
He liked what he’d seen already. The clean lines and light colors gave the apartment a warm feeling. Cain still had items in boxes that he needed to sort through. A task he had been putting off.
He stepped up to the picture of a younger, smiling Archer, and he traced a finger along the a large one of Archer covered in mud. He looked at a few more pictures then walked through the apartment to Archer’s bedroom.
Stepping inside the room, Cain realized this room was far better than his back home. Time had been spent getting the right vibe. It was a light airy room, not one he would have expected Archer to have, but in retrospect, he realized it suited Archer perfectly. He worked hard and this room was a place to escape from it.
The furniture was solid pine, and he had a pale cream carpet on the floor. The four-poster surprised Cain, but he lay back on the bed and instantly felt the calmness Archer had achieved.
He could see himself spending nights here with Archer, talking, kissing, fucking. Maybe even sleeping. His bedroom in comparison was nothing like this. He needed to redecorate, and then it would feel just like Cain wanted.
“You like the bed?”
Cain didn’t move. He just smiled as he listened to Archer move closer to where he lay. “It’s not what I imagined.”
“Nor me, but it came with the place and why buy one when there’s one already here. I stripped it then re-varnished it, bought a new mattress and sheets, and now I couldn’t live without it.”
“You can relax here. This room.” Cain opened his eyes and looked around again. “It’s so calm. There’s no TV?”
“No, electronics at all. This room is used for two things only. Sleep and sex.”
“Bought a lot of men here?”
“No. I tend to go where I can leave. My last relationship broke up about a month before I moved in, so you, Cain, are the first man to see my bedroom.”
“Lucky me.”
“Yep, you are.”
Cain heard Archer’s sigh as the bed dipped next to him, He rolled onto his side to face Archer. “How’s the cat?” he asked as he trailed his fingers down Archer’s arm.
“Fine. I stitched the cut and gave them antibiotics with instructions. As long as the owner’s follow them, he’ll be okay.”
Cain suddenly yawned. “Shit. I’m more tired than I thought.”
“Stay. We don’t have to do anything. But I miss you. I got used to waking up next to you on vacation, and I’m struggling to adapt.”
“Me too,” Cain murmured. “Those two weeks changed both of our lives.” Two short weeks that left a lasting imprint and now Cain could capture it again.
Archer leaned forward and kissed Cain. “They sure did.”
Cain kissed Archer back, slipping his tongue between Archer’s lips and moaning when he tasted him. He was getting addicted to all things Archer, and he pushed his fears to the back of his mind. He’d agreed to this, and he wanted to see where it led them.
Archer moved over him, and Cain spread his legs, his hands tangling in the hair at the base of Archer’s neck. He sank into the kiss, their tongues dancing together, and arched up, needing to feel more of Archer.
Archer was a solid weight above him, and his erection a hard length that rubbed against his own. They both moaned as they kissed, and Cain moved his hand down Archer’s back, tugging his T-shirt free. He caressed his back, the warm skin sliding under his hands, and felt Archer shudder above him.
“Cain,” Archer whispered. Cain kissed him again and whimpered when Archer broke the kiss. “I need to taste you.”
Cain nodded, watching Archer move down his body. When he unzipped his jeans, Cain lifted his lips and grinned at the look on Archer’s face.
“Shit, Cain.” Cain’s dick bounced against his abs, and Archer licked his lips. “I think my mouth is actually watering at the thought of having you in it.”
“You like my dick.” Cain glanced down, seeing a bead of precome ooze from the slit.
“I have a serious obsession with your dick. It’s perfect.”
Archer’s finger ran up the hard length, and Cain pushed up into his touch, desperate to feel more. Archer rubbed the precome around the head, and with his eyes locked on Cain’s, he lifted his finger and sucked into his mouth.
Cain groaned loudly. “Shit. I think I’m ready to blow.” His dick actually twitched when Archer licked his finger clean.
Archer shook his head and leaned down, his tongue following the path his finger took. Cain arched up when Archer’s mouth reached the head, desperate to push in and feel all that hot heaven wrap around him.
Archer licked around the head, his tongue dipping into the slit before he changed position and swallowed him. Cain cried out, his hands grabbing the sides of Archer’s head and thrusting in and out of his mouth.
He knew Archer loved Cain fucking his mouth, and Cain had been dreaming about doing it since their last night together. He couldn’t stop his hips if he tried, so he let them move freely. Archer’s moans encouraged him, and he closed his eyes, grunting with every thrust into Archer’s mouth.
Archer moved again and somehow, Cain was fully encased. Archer swallowed, and Cain gasped as Archer’s throat tightened around his length. When Archer hummed, Cain almost lost it, but gritted his teeth and carried on pumping in and out of Archer’s mouth