Page 61 of The Token Yank

Chapter 18

Eamonn – One MonthLater

The unrelenting sunshine of the morning streamed through Eamonn’s window. He tried to block it out as much as possible without getting up and closing the blinds. He didn’t want to leave thebed.

He spooned Rafe tight in his arms, practically cocooning him. This past month had been nothing short of a dream. Rafe and Eamonn couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Most nights after coming home from the pubs, one of them would wind up in the other’s room, and both of their dicks would wind up in each other’s mouths or elsewhere. Twice, they weren’t able to wait until they left the pub. Rafe had gotten better at snooker, and after a heated game at Laffly’s, Eamonn pulled him into a bathroom stall, yanked his jeans down, and slapped hisbum.

“I do not wiggle my butt when I play,” Rafeinsisted.

“Oh yes you fuckingdo.”

Eamonn slapped his arse again. The noise echoed in the bathroom, turning Rafe as hard as his buttcheek.

“Everyone heard that!” Rafe said betweenkisses.

“Rubbish.”

Two loud bangs on the stall door saidotherwise.

“Oy! Bathrooms are for pissing and shitting!” The bouncer yelled in a deep, authoritativevoice.

“Sorry, mate,” Eamonn yelled through the stalldoor.

“Take it outside.” He was pretty much Paul Bunyan in the flesh, and there was no compromisehere.

“We’ll keep our hands off each other,” Eamonn said. Rafe buttoned up his trousers, and they left thestall.

“We were just snogging,” Rafesaid.

The bouncer’s eyes traveled south to the two huge, unmistakable boners poking at their jeans. He shook his head, like he was too old for this shit. “Get your rocks offelsewhere.”

“Wait, you’re seriously kicking us out a gay bar for making out?” Rafeasked.

“Seriously,mate.”

“Doesn’t that seem slightly homophobic? For all you know, we could be hiding from ourwives.”

“That’s what hotel rooms are for. Out you go. Don’t make me ask youagain.”

He ushered them out of the bathroom. Rafe and Eamonn began the walk of shame. Patrons gave them a round of applause and whistles as they made their way to the frontdoor.

“I can’t believe we got kicked out of a gay bar,” Rafesaid.

“It’s all part of the adventure,” Eamonn said. He pulled Rafe into a kiss. He would never get tired of thoselips.

And now it was November. Rafe would be leaving in six weeks. Not that Eamonn was keeping count, but whenever he saw the date on his phone or passed by a calendar, that’s where his thoughts instantly went. They hadn’t put a definition on what they were doing. They tried to keep this casual, just very good friends with benefits. He wondered if Rafe felt the same way, but he didn’t want to rock thisboat.

“I’m surprised you don’t smoke a cigarette after sex,” Rafe had said a few nights ago. “Isn’t that athing?”

“I reckon I should give up smoking. The whole lung cancer thing.” Eamonn hadn’t thought about rolling a cigarette in a while. He wouldn’t say he stopped for Rafe, but Rafe’s smile of approval was definitely not adeterrent.

Rafe’s eyes cracked open, shielding his eyes from the sunlight. “I think I smell Louisa making a grilled cheese on toast,” hesaid.

“It’s just called cheese ontoast.”

Rafe smiled and kissed Eamonn. He stood up, and Eamonn took in that gorgeous body in all its nakedglory.

Minutes later, they were in Eamonn’s shower together, soaping each other up, running their hands all over their slick chests and backs. Eamonn’s hands traversed Rafe’s body, skiing over every bump and curve. A waterfall cascaded over Rafe’s stomach. He had abs from being naturally skinny, not because he’d spent any time at the gym. Once Eamonn’s fingers skimmed over Rafe’s pert ass, he knew where this was going. Although to be fair, when two people got in a shower together, everyone knew where this wasgoing.