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Chapter Six

Euan

I turn the timer off. Cameron, grinning lazily, tucks my damp, flaccid cock into my underwear, pulls my chinos up, and fastens them. He stands while I turn on wobbling legs to inspect the cupcakes in the oven. They’ve risen nicely and are golden brown on top. I turn the oven off, put oven gloves on, take the cupcake trays out of the oven, and place them on heat-proof mats.

Cameron doesn’t help. Instead, he kisses my nape. The tender brushes of his lips create a chain reaction of desire within my body. Racing pulse. Thrashing heart. Fluttering stomach.

I take the oven gloves off, lean on the counter, and sigh. What have we done? I can’t take back the last few minutes, nor do I want to. I really needed the releases he just gave me. It’s been so long since anyone has sucked my cock I’d almost forgotten how good it felt. And Cameron is very skilled at fellatio. I tremble just thinking about how amazing his hot mouth felt around my cock as he sucked, licked, and stroked my aching shaft. And now he’s kissing my neck like a lover. He presses against my back, the hard bulge in his jeans against my arse reminding me that he needs release too.

“What next?” he asks between kisses.

“We—” I pant and lick my lips. I can’t think straight. To be fair, that’s probably a good thing. If I let my brain kick in, I’ll realise how foolish all this is. “We have to let them cool in the trays for a few minutes before—” His lips tickle my skin delightfully. “Before transferring them to the cooling racks.”

“I wonder why.”

“I don’t know. Maybe they’ll lose their shape if we take them out too soon.”

“I guess we should trust the recipe book.”

“Yes.”

“They smell delicious.”

So does Cameron. “Yes.”

“I wish we’d made some extra cupcakes.”

The air gets trapped in my throat. “Why?”

“For us to enjoy, covered in gooey icing. I could have peeled the case off one and fed it to you.”

An image of him straddling me, naked, feeding me a cupcake pops into my head. I groan. My cock twitches as blood pumps into it, but I’m too spent to get hard again so soon.

“This is wrong,” I whimper.

He puts his hands over mine and rests his chin on my shoulder. “Why?”

“We’re getting frisky while making cupcakes for the boys.”

“It’s fun.”

Yes, it is. Hot, sexy fun.

“I’m—”

“Sush.” He kisses me behind the ear and sucks my earlobe into his mouth. “I know all the reasons we shouldn’t. But we have, so enjoy it. Unless you’d rather I left?”

I wouldn’t. It’s foolish and wrong, but heaven help me, I want to enjoy this virile young man while I’ve got the chance. Before he realises he’s not as into me as he thinks he is. He told me I was sexy. It sounded like he meant it. If this is my only chance to be with him, why shouldn’t I take it?

Because I’m ten years older.

Because his dad might find out.

He’s an adult. He can make his own decisions. Right now, he’s choosing me.

He holds my hips and rubs against my arse. “Have you stopped thinking yet?”

“I’m trying to.”

“I think kissing me might help.”

He gives me enough space to turn around before pushing against me and slamming his lips against mine. Oh, fuck, he tastes divine. His lips and tongue are sweet from the cake batter and salty from my cum. For the first time, I understand why people like sweet and salty popcorn. I wrap my arms around his lower back and pull him hard against my aching body. I devour his mouth, feasting on his eager tongue and pliant lips.

A small voice in the back of my mind urges me to stop or, at the very least, slow down and think . But I don’t want to think. I want to feel and do. I want to give in to temptation and passion and enjoy Cameron, like he clearly wants me to.

“Cupcakes,” I whisper.

“Oh, right.”

We wash our hands and transfer the still-warm cupcakes to a cooling rack.

“How long will they take to cool?” Cameron asks.

I consult the recipe book. “It doesn’t say. It just says we should wait until they’re cool to ice them.”

“Huh. Well, they’re only small, so I guess they won’t take too long.”

“I don’t know. They could take a while.”

He grins and plays with the buttons on my shirt. “Are you suggesting we should go somewhere more comfortable?”

I swallow. Am I?

“Like your bedroom?” He raises his eyebrows.

Holy fuck.

He walks his fingers down my chest and stomach and up again. “We could have a lot more fun up there.” He undoes the top two buttons of my shirt. “We could get naked. I want to see all of you.” His voice is warm with desire.

A shiver snakes down my spine. My thoughts fly apart and struggle to come back together into anything coherent. What is he suggesting? More fooling around? Sex?

“What are we doing?” I ask.

Giving in to sweet temptation, that’s what. The cake batter wasn’t the forbidden fruit. Cameron is.

“Having fun. You are having fun, aren’t you?”

When I’m not second-guessing everything we’re doing, yes. But what’s going to happen later, when Cameron is gone, and the gravity of this encounter hits me in full force? Will we keep it secret? Will we indulge again, or is this a strict one-off? I should ask, but the potential answers scare me. It doesn’t help that I don’t know what I want. A secret one-off would be the best option, but a part of me wants him to want more. Being desired by him is electrifying. Knowing he’s just scratching an itch and nothing more would be mortifying.

“Euan?” Concern flits through his gaze. “Do you want to slow down? I’m sorry. I’m being pushy. It’s just?—”

“You’re young and horny?”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Well, yes, I am.”

“Have you really been—How did you phrase it earlier?”

“Sweet on you for a long time?”

“Yes. That’s such an archaic term.”

And yet it’s utterly adorable coming out of his mouth.

He laughs harder. “What can I say? I like old movies. They’re romantic.”

“They don’t go straight to finger-sucking and blow jobs in old movies.”

“No. There’s no sex either. Only chaste kisses. I fill in the blanks in my imagination. In my head, all those black-and-white characters are going at it like rabbits as soon as the screen fades to black.”

I hold his hips and stroke his sides with my thumbs. “Maybe we should watch your favourite film while we wait for the cupcakes to cool.”

“Is that what you want?”

What I want is to take him upstairs and… Well, what I want isn’t sensible. We should slow down. If he were someone I’d met in a bar, I wouldn’t hesitate to go straight to sex if they wanted to as well. Assuming Peter wasn’t in. Of course if Peter were in, I wouldn’t be at a bar hooking up with anyone. There’s a reason I haven’t had sex in over a year—and only sporadically for the nine years before that. One advantage of living next to a fellow single dad is that Lewis and I babysat for each other on occasion. The boys loved having sleepovers, so it was a win-win situation. But neither of us wanted to impose on the other too often, so we didn’t.

It might be silly of me to turn down the offer of sex, but sleeping with Cameron would be complicated, to say the least. Not that letting him go down on me hasn’t already made things complicated.

“You’re thinking,” he says like he’s accusing me of something.

I sigh. “Yes, I am.”

“Film?”

“Film.”

“Okay. But we’re watching your favourite. Not mine.”

“Why?”

“Because you already know the type of films I enjoy. It’s my turn to find out something I didn’t already know about you.”