Page 19 of Club Royal: Calendar Collection

Kieren chuckled. “George.” He spread his fingers, stretching him for the next finger.

“It’s very important to get checked regularly, you know.

” He slid three inside him. “Time for your examination.” He found the exact spot inside Patrick, and Patrick moaned, his fingers clenching on the bedsheets, and his cock leaking all over his stomach.

Kieren leaned down and licked at the head, Patrick’s ass clamping down on his fingers. It wasn’t an orgasm, but it was the telltale effect of how close he already was. He licked across the shaft, getting it nice and wet, and then wrapped his hand around it and stroked in time with his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Kieren.” Patrick’s head pressed back into the pillow as his hips lifted to chase Kieren’s hand movements.

Oh, how he loved seeing Patrick fall apart. It didn’t happen often as Kieren mainly preferred being on the receiving end of something, but occasionally, he liked to switch it up.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.”

With just those words, Patrick came, and Kieren was able to watch him through it all.

The tension crossing his face, the wide-open mouth, the exhalation as he fell over the edge; it was magical.

He barely had two minutes to enjoy it, though, because Patrick flipped them over and had his mouth on Kieren’s cock before he could do anything about it. Not that he was complaining.

It didn’t take long for Patrick’s highly trained mouth to send him screaming over the edge of a well-loved cliff, but it took longer for him to come back to his body. He was in his husband’s arms, legs entwined.

“I think it’s your turn for an examination next time,” Patrick said. “Maybe with a side helping of a flogger.”

Kieren’s dick valiantly tried to rise to the occasion, but he couldn’t. “Next time. Definitely.”

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“You had the entire funfair closed to the public just so we could come here?” Freddie asked George.

“Of course! There’s no way we would’ve been able to come with so many people around. Not and enjoy it anyway.”

“You’re such a princess, George,” Eddie teased him. “But we love you for it.”

“And why are we at the funfair?” Henry asked, his hands linked with Robert’s.

“It’s Fun Fair Month,” George stated as if that was common knowledge.

Everyone groaned. Not about the title, but about the fact that George was obsessed with funny holidays all around the world.

It didn’t have to be a UK holiday, just a funny one.

Hence, when George had casually mentioned about it being Piano and Classical Music Month—and Prostate Health Month—Kieren couldn’t help but take it on board. It had been worth it.

“Dare I ask what other ones there are this month?” Douglas asked.

“Well, Read a New Book Month, Sourdough Month, Friendship Month, Honey Month, Potato Month, Chicken Month—”

“Why are there so many food ones?” Christian asked while trying to hold on to Ozzie, who was eagerly staring at all the rides.

“Come on. If they have to fill all these days with things, they’ll run out unless they use every single food source we have,” Damon joked.

“There are also some more important ones,” George said.

“Like Thyroid Cancer Awareness Month, Urology Awareness Month and Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month. Some of them are really important, and I think it’s good to know about all the things we didn’t.

Yes, some are stupid, but others are a good way of letting people know about things they might not have known about otherwise. ”

“I’ve told George that we should start doing some of these on your social media,” Mav said. “Highlighting funny ones is good, but also the important ones. It might help others we can’t otherwise reach.”

“Okay, now I feel bad,” Damon said, and Freddie slid his arm around his shoulders.

“Don’t,” George said. “It’s okay. You don’t know about these things until you’re told. So I’m telling you.” He grinned. “First one to the carousel is a stinky egg.” He took off.

“I think you’ll find it’s a ‘rotten’ egg, not stinky!” Eddie said as he raced after him.

Ozzie pulled at Christian, and they, too, headed off at top speed, Ozzie’s giggles floating back towards them. Bringing a little to the funfair was going to be the best experience.

“You’re quiet,” Kieren said as they wandered towards the others, uncaring that they were going to be last.

Patrick smiled at him. “Just thinking about what George said. He’s right.

There are so many other people, illnesses and more that are under the radar that others don’t know about.

Rare illnesses that might not get diagnosed enough because they hide their faces as something else, like lupus.

It’s called the disease of a thousand faces for a reason.

If more people knew about it, it might be diagnosed quicker. ”

Kieren pressed his lips to Patrick’s temple. “I know what you mean, but we are only a few people. We can’t move mountains, as much as we want to.”

“I know. It just sucks sometimes.”

“It does.”

Patrick stopped, sliding his arms around Kieren’s neck. “Kiss me, my love.”

“Any time of the day, any day of the week, any week of the year until eternity.”

“Aww, who said you weren’t romant—”

Kieren cut him off with his lips and lost himself in the man he loved. The world would still be there tomorrow.

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