Fuck it, I decided, knowing I’d regret it later. I’ll worry about the consequences tomorrow.
Chapter Six
My back thudded against the wall, forcing my breath out of me in a painful whoosh. I barely had time to register an old coffee mug full of pens and pencils on the bookcase beside me rattle with the impact before Steven was on me again. Hands on my neck, cradling my jaw and panting in between desperate kisses.
“Glad to see you don’t have a problem kissing a guy who’s just sucked your cock,” he growled against my jaw, in between nipping at me. It didn’t hurt. It made my skin tingle.
“Doesn’t seem”—and my hands were in his hair again—”like I’ve got much choice.”
“No, you don’t.” Steven’s breath warmed the skin on my neck and managed to make me shiver at the same time. “Be a shame to waste the fact we have the house to ourselves for another…” He looked over his shoulder at the wall clock. “Hour. Hour and a quart—”
We both jumped when the phone rang.
Steven shrugged it off and turned back to me, while I remained tense. “Ignore it,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me again.
“But it might be…” I pulled away so I could take a breath, always essential when trying to speak. “Important.”
“As important as—?” Steven groaned when I pushed my weight off the wall, then stood back. “Fine, fine.” I fancied it was being so distracted by me that made him stumble on his way over to the phone table. “I’ll get rid of whoever it is. Then…” He pointed at me, needing to say no more, before he picked up the phone. “Hello?”
I wished we’d unplugged the phone but then I hadn’t thought anything like this would happen and besides, I was too anal to—huh. Anal. Yeah, that was—
“Oh. Hi Gary, we—you what? Oh.” Steven paled as he looked across the room at me. I neared him, creeping, as if Gary would hear me from the other end of the phone line. “We were just about to head out ourselves.”
I lifted my eyebrows and waited for an explanation, if Steven could fit one into the conversation.
“Um, an old friend of mine just rang. Ten minutes ago. Yeah. Invited us to…yeah. And as Kit was here too, they said…”
I pointed at myself, mouthed the word “Me?” What the hell was Steven getting me into?
“Well, it wouldn’t be right, y’know? So when will you—? Oh, we’ll probably be out by then. Shame. Gemma staying over? Right. We’ll make ourselves scarce for a bit then.” He chuckled, in a conspiratorial all-boys-together way. “Okay. See ya when I see ya. Bye.”
Steven hung up and looked at me for but a second, eyes wide, before doubling over, gripping his knees in both hands. “Fuck. Fuck. What did I go and say that for?”
“What’s going on? They coming home early?”
“Yeah.” He straightened up again. “Said the film was crap so they gave up and walked out. Guess that’s what Gemma gets for letting Gary choose. Anyway, they asked if we wanted to meet them down the pub so I said a mate had called and asked us out, so…”
“So?” I prompted. I knew it. I fucking knew it. I’d had the blowjob to end all blowjobs but was still in want of some cock and wasn’t going to get laid tonight after all.
“…we kinda have to go out.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I know.” Steven’s shoulders sank. “I brushed Gary off by saying it wouldn’t be right to bring him and Gemma along because my friend had only extended the invitation to us two, and he said he and Gemma would just come home, then.”
“So, we have to be out of the house—”
“…or just on our way out when they get back, otherwise it’ll look like we were just brushing them off. Which we were, really.”
“…as an excuse to have some time to…”
“Fuck.” Steven shrugged. “Or not, as the case may be.”
“Right.” I took one step closer to the doorway. “We have to get out of the house, then?”
“Or have some serious ‘splainin’ to do when Gary and Gemma get back. Which will be in about…” He flicked a glance at the wall clock. “Ten minutes.”
“Fuck. Right. I’ll go get my coat then.”
“I left mine upstairs. I’ll go… You wait here. In the hall, I mean. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
I grabbed my coat from the hook in the hall; I’d left my wallet and mobile phone in the pockets so had everything I needed. Seconds later, Steven came barrelling down the stairs again zipping up his leather jacket, the one with several hundred pockets.
“Right. Let’s go.”
“Where exactly are we going?”
“Anywhere that isn’t here.”
“You know, it would have been a lot easier if you’d just said you didn’t feel like going out tonight.”
“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have had the chance to…” Steven grinned as he pulled the front door shut behind us.
“You’re not gonna get the chance to anyway, are you?”
“Wanna bet?” He kept walking and I merely followed along. Maybe he was taking me to one of the local pubs after all.
At least I’d get a stiff one of some sort tonight. The thought made me snort with laughter, and we caught each other’s eyes.
“Seriously.” Hands in jeans pockets, he nudged me with his elbow. “I came prepared. What do you think I went upstairs for?”
“Presumably your jacket.”
“You really are thick, Blackman, you know that?”
I shrugged, hunching my shoulders against the biting wind. “You do have somewhere in mind, don’t you? I need to get out of this cold.”
“Pussy,” he threw at me, and before I could answer back, he stopped, right in front of me. I nearly trod on his shoes but managed to back up just a shade. “Yes, I’ve got somewhere in mind.”
“It better be somewhere nearby; I’ll be freezing outside. I need a drink—”
“Kit.”
He’d spoken in such a don’t-fuck-with-me manner I had to shut up and listen. There was
