by Anna Martin
“I knew it.”
Ryan pulled him closer and kissed him again, smoothing Henry's bedhead hair back from his face.
“You let the dog on the bed,” he mumbled against Henry's lips.
“I missed you,” Henry said.
“Is there any particular reason why you're in here rather than your own bed?”
“I missed you,” Henry said again.
“I missed you too. I was starting to worry when I heard you come in.”
“I'm sorry, I'll call next time.”
Their conversation was conducted nose to nose, Henry's hands wandering all over the strong, broad back that he so adored. Actually, he adored all of Ryan, but tried not to say it too much in case Ryan got a big head about it.
“Are we going to the pub for lunch?” Henry asked.
“Mm. I think so. I thought you'd be bored of Stella's food by now, though.”
“Never. A little birdie told me she was doing roast beef.”
“That's good,” Ryan said and gently bit Henry on the nose. “I don't think I could handle lamb today.”
“Oh,” Henry groaned. “That's...”
Ryan chuckled. “I'm joking. Was the little birdie by any chance...”
“Stella herself?”
“I thought so. She catered yesterday, right?”
Henry frowned at him.
“What? I remember things,” Ryan said defensively. Henry's sister-in-law managed to run both her own pub and the catering side of Henry's wedding business. How she had any free time was a constant source of bafflement.
“I know you do, baby,” Henry said. “Yes, she catered. Yes, she's doing beef. And yes, I most definitely want to go to the pub for lunch. I think you've earned a pint.”
“I definitely have,” Ryan said seriously. “I think I've earned kisses, too.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. And maybe a blowjob.”
At that, Henry's resolve cracked and he burst into delighted giggles, burying his face in Ryan's chest.
“Is that so?” he said, trying to claw back some of his restraint. It didn’t seem to be working.
“Yes. I showered twice and didn’t let the dog on the bed and… I’ll give you one in return?”
Henry smiled, his eyes closed and cheek pressed close to Ryan’s skin, and sighed in contentment. Of all the places in the world he’d seen, and all the places still left to visit – this was home.
Then he gave Ryan that blowjob, because he did deserve it, and Henry loved him, after all.
About the author:
Anna Martin is from a picturesque seaside village in the south west of England and now lives in Bristol. After spending most of her childhood making up stories, she studied English Literature at university before turning her hand as a professional writer.
Apart from being physically dependent on her laptop, Anna is enthusiastic about writing and producing local grassroots theatre (especially at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, where she can be found every summer), visiting friends who live in other countries, Marvel Comics, learning new things, and Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk.
Although her most recent work is in the LGBT Fiction genre, in the past Anna has worked on a variety of different projects including short stories, drabbles, flash fiction, fan fiction, plays for both children and adults, and poetry. She has written novels in the Teen/ Young Adult genre, Romance, and Fantasy novels.
Anna is, by her own admission, almost unhealthily obsessed with books. The library she has amassed is both large and diverse; "My favourite books," she says, "are The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee and Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood." She also several well-read copies of Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park books and re-reads the Harry Potter novels with almost startling regularity.
Anna claims her entire career is due to the love, support, pre-reading and creative ass-kicking provided by her closest friend Jennifer. Jennifer refuses to accept any responsibility for anything Anna has written.
Anna’s website: www.annamartin-fiction.com
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