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“Am I?”

“You’d better be, Dad. Get ready. I need to go, need to pack. And I need to get Marmie sorted. He needs to go pick up his stuff from school and yay!”

“Yay!” I mimicked her. She hung up.

“You’re going to be really bloody busy,” Stewart murmured against my cheek.

“I am.”

“And I suppose I’m not getting laid then. Probably not for a long time.”

He was laughing. Good. I didn’t know if I could take it. It was too much. Too much happiness. All the butterflies in my stomach mixing with that ever-present feeling of doom. Fear.

“Dylan, it doesn’t matter. We have time. We have so much time.”

I kissed him. What else could I do? I was happy. God help me, I was.

23. Stewart

His mouth was a menace, but then he was also giddy. Happy. Lying on his back on the bed, letting me maul his neck, his boxers tenting at the front as my hand stroked down his chest.

Warmth. Beauty. So much beauty.

“What would you like me to do to you?” I asked. An approach that seemed to work, as his hand fisted my hair and his mouth was back on mine.

“Anything,”he said, grinning wildly. “I’m so happy. I’m so happy and so scared, and it’s all such a…”

“It’s wonderful. And I think we’re both going to be busy for the coming weeks, getting all these kids into routines. Maybe we won’t actually have much time for each other.”

“We’ll make time,” he said with conviction. “Because I will need this too. Some care and attention and…oh!”

He liked that, then, me kissing his skin just there, behind his ear.

“Dyl, I’ll drive you to pick up the kids. I’ll take care of all of that. You just concentrate on making this work. It won’t be easy, but you’ll do it. Also, you have needs. Let me sort those.”

“Needs?” he panted out as I released his dick from his boxers. I liked him naked. So, so much.

“Needs. I was thinking…”

“Yes?”

“Do you…ever…”

“Stewart.Say the words.”

My hand cupped his balls. Warmth. A little dampness. I wondered what it would feel like, my fingers between his cheeks. That warm hole.

“Entertain the idea?” I knew what I meant. I hoped he did too.

“Would you like to have penetrative sex?” He was smiling, like he was enjoying my awkward attempts at seduction.

“Do you understand where I’m coming from? I can’t flirt to save my life,” I whined in desperation. “Just listen to me, the absolute rubbish coming out of my mouth.”

“I agree.” He smiled. “But it’s you, and I know what you mean. You want to have sex. And I think you fancy sticking your very large and lovely penis inside of me.”

Yes. My blushing was legendary and back with a vengeance.

“And you would…”