Mm, all that work in the gym is paying off for Archie. Well, he does spend an awful lot of time there - but maybe he should be spending some of that time with Zack...
The only sound in the bedroom was their harsh, ragged breath. They lay as one, sweat- and cum-soaked, the sheets a tangled mess around their feet. Archie lifted his head, but the effort was too much and it flopped back down. Zack looked glazed and glassy, but he was smiling. A big, blissed-out, dopey smile split his face in two. Archie’s stomach flipped. He’d done that. He’d put that smile on his boyfriend’s face. He had made him happy. Nobody else, no anonymous hook-up, no pushy little barman. He had done this to Zack. Archie didn’t want anybody else, ever, to put that look of total and complete contentment on Zack’s face. He brushed the hair from Zack’s brow. It was damp, the strands glued together by the sticky sweat that coated his face.
“I love you, Mr Lorrimer-Grant.” Archie looked deep into Zack’s eyes.
Zack nodded. “Yeah I know, Mr Jones.” He pulled Archie down into a slow, tender kiss.
They snuggled up, limbs entwined and knotted together, the smaller man held tight by the larger.
Eyes fluttered closed, breathing became relaxed and even, and muscles softened as the blackness of sleep claimed them both.
The Story of Love, available at Amazon & All Romance 19 May 2016
A E Ryecart
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