Page 83 of Habibi: Always and Forever

ONCE APRON A TIME

“O wen?” Liam stared at the laptop screen, his eyebrows rising in shock.

“What is it, Angel?” Immediately coming over, Owen sat beside Liam on the couch. “Is something wrong? Wait, that’s my page!”

“No, nothing’s wrong, it’s just that you have this many subscribers for only three videos.” He tapped the number on the screen.

“Is that good?” Owen blinked.

“It’s very good.” Liam reminded himself that Owen had no social media presence other than an old, unused Facebook account, so he had no point of reference. “I told you that you’d be popular!”

It had all started on their first date. As a grilling and smoking enthusiast, Owen had given a masterclass on how to barbecue a steak, and Liam had been enraptured, claiming that Owen could do a cooking show called Owen’s Eats .

Once Liam’s best friend Ollie had discovered Owen’s talents, he’d used his savvy online skills to make that claim into a reality, convincing Owen to do a six-part series.

And while Owen had insisted that he wouldn’t be good in front of the camera, he’d ended up being a natural.

“I can’t believe that many people like learning how to grill! It’s grate!” Owen delivered the dad joke as expected, but Liam was too busy grinning at Owen’s cuteness to groan, because he was pretty sure that a lot of the audience didn’t care about grilling. They were showing up for the view.

With his golden-blond hair, bright blue eyes, and stunning smile, Owen could’ve been a model instead of the venue manager of The Pointe, and Liam had known that people were going to flock to Owen’s videos as soon as they were uploaded.

Ollie had agreed, assuring Liam that he would moderate the comments and saying something about thirst traps on TikTok that Liam still didn’t understand.

While Ollie had promoted Owen’s Eats to his influencer-level followers, Liam was pretty sure that Owen had brought in at least half of those subscribers, if not more.

“Did the package come yet?” Liam asked instead of acknowledging Owen’s joke, and Owen visibly drooped. “Okay, okay groooaaannn . Is that better?”

“It’ll do.” Perking up, Owen sneaked a quick kiss before checking the front door. “Oh yeah, there’s a box here.” He brought it in, spinning it in his hand. “What did you order?”

“Something for your next episode. Open it!” Liam pulled up the camera on his phone as Owen settled beside him, tearing into the box and taking out a bundle of blue cloth, which he unfolded.

“An apron?” Shaking it out, he read the front.

“I keep all my dad jokes in a dad-a-base.” He barely got out the last word because his hearty laugh took over, ringing through the living room as Liam snapped photo after photo.

“Thank you so much, Angel! This is perfect because I never cook without an apron - that’s a recipe for disaster! ”

Truly groaning this time, Liam tossed his phone aside. “I’m glad you like it.”

Owen hugged him tightly, not letting go of the apron. “I love it. And I love you.”

For a moment, Liam basked in the happiness, letting it wash over him.

After those years of suffering alone, having true love and contentment sometimes felt surreal.

So, he took every opportunity to appreciate the new life he’d fought for, savoring the feel of Owen’s strong arms around him and letting it sink in that he was cherished.

And not only did he have this wonderful man, he also had Owen’s son Mikey, and a group of friends who were now family. He would never be alone again.

Pulling back, Owen gave him a soft kiss that left Liam wanting more.

“Should I try it on?” Owen’s deep voice teased, and when Liam nodded, curious to see how the apron looked, Owen got up, vanishing into the bedroom. “Be right back.”

Liam browsed the gallery on his phone while he waited, smiling at the delighted expression on Owen’s face until he heard Owen pad down the hallway and stop.

“Does it-” Glancing up, Liam forgot the rest of his sentence, his phone tumbling to the carpet. Owen stood in front of him, wearing his brand-new apron…

And nothing else.

The fabric stretched across Owen’s bare chest, his pectorals peeking out the top, and it was the perfect shade of blue, bringing out his eyes and contrasting nicely with all the skin on display.

Tied tightly at the waist, the apron fell to Owen’s knees and stayed close to the body, highlighting his meaty thighs and a hard cock that twitched, beckoning.

Cheeks going hot, Liam closed his mouth, clearing his throat and intending to speak, but words were not wording for him at that moment. One hundred percent of his brain power had gone to his dick, which was rock solid, pressing against the zipper of his pants.

“I think it fits ,” Owen said in just the right way, filling Liam’s brain with dirty thoughts.

Adjusting himself, Liam watched as Owen held out his arms and did a little spin, and once that firm, muscled ass came into view, crowned with an apron-string bow at the small of his back, Liam went completely offline.

“I…” was the best that Liam could do. But words didn’t matter, actions did, and he stood on shaky legs.

Owen met him halfway with a grin. “Is it that bad?”

“It’s amazing,” Liam forced out, having trouble standing, so he dropped to his knees. “Mikey will be home in an hour, right?”

“Y-Yes.” Low and raspy, Owen’s voice held lust tinged with caution. “Are you-”

Without a second thought, Liam stuck his head under the apron, feeling for Owen’s cock in the dark. Close up, Owen’s citrus and spice scent was everywhere, and Liam buried his nose in the crook between Owen’s thigh and cock, breathing in deeply.

“An-gel,” Owen croaked out, one of his hands resting on the top of Liam’s head, over the fabric.

Running his nose up Owen’s thick shaft, Liam gently kissed the head. With the apron all around him, his world narrowed down to the cock in front of him, and he lavished it with sucking kisses.

“You’re so go-od, Angel. So perfect.” Owen’s desperate gasps only spurred Liam on. Wrapping his lips around the tip, Liam dove deep, taking in all of Owen and holding his breath for a few seconds, lightly choking.

Owen shook, jerking when Liam pulled back up, inhaled, and sank again and again, until Owen responded not only with his body but also with more words. Liam didn’t know how Owen could find them because he was already mindless.

“You’re made for me, Angel. Your mouth is heaven.

It’s so warm, so wet.” Owen rasped in a low, growly tone, his hold on Liam’s head heavier now, like it was a lifeline.

Wanting to feel Owen’s touch, Liam almost wished the apron wasn’t there, but hiding underneath it while swallowing Owen’s dick was turning him on beyond belief. “Are you touching yourself?”

That was a brilliant idea. Almost tearing the buttons off his jeans, Liam shoved his pants and underwear down as far as they could go, sighing in relief as his freed cock bobbed in the open air. He palmed the shaft gently, already too close.

Holding his orgasm at bay, Liam focused, blowing Owen with enthusiasm and relishing the pleased hums he got in return until they went up in pitch. Shifting his pelvis back, Owen tried to pull his cock from Liam’s mouth, but the apron kept Liam close, even though Owen had lifted his hand.

“N-No, Angel. Not yet. I want to come inside you.”

Liam couldn’t argue with that.

Releasing Owen with a pop, Liam slipped out from under the apron, blinking at the sudden light until Owen’s face came into focus.

Hair messy, as if he’d been running a hand through it, Owen was flushed, his pupils dilated, and his expression promised that the neighbors were going to hear Liam’s cries.

Liam thought he’d be spending the afternoon doing coursework for his bachelor’s degree, but he was about to be stuffed like a turkey on his living room floor, all because he’d bought an apron.

He should get Owen more surprise gifts.

“I don’t want to get this dirty just yet.

” Turning back, Owen showed Liam that round, delicious ass once more, pulling on the strings until the apron untied and slipping it over his head.

Before draping it over the arm of the couch, Owen pulled two packets of lube from the pocket and returned on hands and knees, sensuously crawling over Liam, who fell back onto the plush carpet.

Letting out a half-squeak, half-groan, Liam ran his gaze over all that muscle and skin, loving how it was his to touch, and he trailed fingers over the dips and curves in Owen’s arms.

“Angel, you’re still dressed,” Owen pointed out.

Liam’s hands quickly shot to his clothes, and he stripped himself in record time. Once he was naked, Owen’s grin became downright dangerous and his gaze never left Liam’s as he ripped a packet open with his teeth.

Liam couldn’t help but moan, his cock doing a little twitch of appreciation even before Owen took it in hand.

He had to focus on not getting lost in that deft touch, but Owen knew exactly how to twist and pull, and Liam’s orgasm loomed again.

Arching back, Liam’s eyes rolled up into his head, and he was almost gone, but Owen came to the rescue, holding him at the base.

Feeling like he was about to burst, Liam took a few long, shaky breaths, his body twitching and jerking as he waited an embarrassingly long time to calm down.

“Better?” Owen’s tone was downright devilish.

“Yeah…” Liam replied, jolting as the pad of Owen’s finger gently traced his entrance. Placing his feet on the carpet, Liam spread his legs wide, begging for more. As always, Owen read his mind. Carefully adding pressure, he slipped inside, meeting Liam’s eyes, his gaze all heat.

“That okay, Angel?” He rested his other hand on Liam’s thigh.

Liam nodded, trying to find his voice. “Mmhhmm.”

“Good.” After a few thrusts, Owen added a second finger, and Liam squirmed a bit as they stretched him, curling and pressing just right.