Two guys. Sooooo many emotions. Unexpected things happening! Including not so unexpected sex! Be warned!
"Are we really doing this?" Cedric asked a bit unsure, eying the pack with special duster pads a bit wary, as if it was an alien artifact.
"Yah, man, we are totally doing this!" Ian heaped more cleaning utensils in the huge bucket. "You said your mum hates cleaning and looks down on her cleaning lady that is adamant about bringer her own stuff. The plan is brilliant! You are such a devious mind."
After unloading into their shopping cart, he leaned over, giving Cedric a sweet peck on the lips.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side," he then whispered with a bit more air then necessary into Ced's ear.
God, that shiver was so lovely, albeit scarcely perceptible for the untrained eye.
Ian's eye was trained indeed.
"I...," Ced started, looking into Ian's eyes and completely losing his train of thoughts.
It was impossible to resist another soft peck.
"Yeah, you," Ian said quietly against his lips in a grumbly voice.
"Please don't do this to me in a public place," Ced breathed.
"God, I want you go home so bad," Ian admitted, leaning his forehead against Cedric's.
"Me, too."
For a moment they stood there, forehead against forehead, struggling to compose themselves.
"And you will knock something over every time we go there, just so Danielle has to get all these... things?" Ced affirmed with a look over the colourful display in the cart.
"Sure," Ian grinned. "And I will get a hard on every time, thinking about you coming up with that stuff while you fucked me silly."
The last bit he more or less mouthed to Cedric.
"Oh for Christ's sake," Ced mumbled, turning furiously red.
It was one of Ian's favorite sex memories of Cedric, his inhibitions forgotten over driving home into Ian's willing heat, the muscular legs over his shoulders. Ian had been spouting revenge Christmas present fantasies all evening and Cedric totally got into it while they drove each other crazy.
Leaning forward on one outstretched arm, he had folded Ian effectively in half, hitting something he never reached before that made Ian see crazy colour sparks in his field of vision.
"We are going to buy her all the cleaning supplies we can find," he had panted while Ian mewled in a pitch that was so high it was thoroughly embarrassing if he had had the mind to even think about it.
And Ian had made the moaned out promise to knock things over to make her use them.
Cedric had wanted to go back on his plans after the endorphin high had ebbed.
Ian very much planned to stick with the plan.
"And you are going to buy that wine-tasting weekend for your dad?"
"Already did," Ian laughed. "And I bought only one ticket."
It was adorable to see Cedric's exasperated shake of the head.
"You are so going to love to see their faces when they open their gifts Christmas morning," he promised, pushing the card with maybe sixty bucks worth of cleaners, towels, gloves and sponges in the direction of the register.
"I might," Cedric admitted, but barely audible.
Later in the evening, Ian found Ced sitting shell shocked on the sofa, patting the puppy (still no name... Ian sighed. Fuzzy was cool. Or Blaze. God, in the end they would have to toss a coin or dices so something...) and staring holes into nothingness.
Ian plonked down beside the greatest man on earth, tugging him and the fuzzball into his side.
"So, aliens are real?" he asked to get Cedric's attention.
"Oh, actually they haven't found proof for any kind of extra terrestrial life," Ced answered in a dazed voice.
"Didn't they. And I thought we might dine with green men from Mars by Christmas Day," Ian sighed, making a show of his disappointment.
That got Cedric back from wherever his mind had wandered to.
"Bad news?" Ian asked, kissing him on the cheek.
"I just got the offer to start in the branch in Wellington, coming January 1st," Cedric mumbled, drifting away again.
"Well, that's not too far from Glastonbury, isn't it," Ian said, getting excited. "We could move there together. I'm sure I'll find something."
Moving away with Ced, that would be the greatest. They would bring the dog that was nuzzling his crotch at the moment.
"Stop that," Ian said with a giggle, putting the pup on Ced's lap again where it just did the same.
Cedric jumped, snatched the dog up and put it on Ian's lap.
"No," he said, his voice suddenly clear and sharp, his eyes huge and zoned in on Ian's. "Wellington as in Wellington, New Zealand."
Ian gasped for air, clutching the dog to his chest.
"New fucking Zealand?"
"I know," Cedric sighed, sinking back against the couch cushions. "I don't want to be away from you either."
"Nonono!" Ian was suddenly straddling Ced's lap, both slender shoulders in his hands, shaking them.
The rapidly blanching face before him gave him the clue that Cedric thought he was ending things and sending him of.
"God, no, you idiot, I don't want to part ways with you," he said on an eye roll. "I just wanted to ask if you would take me? I thought I had to follow my dad here because he was so homesick for England and I'm his only family, but that seems to be... somehow not the case. I miss down under like crazy and would love to life there again. Wellington is the shit, I was there four times, I think and..."
He trailed off after Cedric's skin tone reached a shade of white Ian would have deemed impossible.
"Are you all right, baby?" he asked and Cedric twitched like someone electrocuted him. It wasn't the case because Ian felt no zing at all, albeit being nearly thrown off the sofa.
"What is it?"
A freak-out about Cedric's behaviour was coming up fast. Desperately thinking about what emergency protocol could apply here, he took his lovers face in both hands.
"You called me baby," Cedric said in a shaky voice.
To Ian's huge relieve, a smile broke out over the paper white face that seemed as bright as the heart of a flame.
"Yes, because you are the most wonderful man. And I love you. Sure I was going to call you 'baby' sooner or later," Ian chuckled softly while kissing Cedric gently on the lips.
"You want to go with me to the end of the known world?" Ced asked, his eyes still huge and unblinking. But he was kissing Ian back between the words in their conversation, so it was all dandy.
"Absolutely, if you take me," Ian promised. Since the morning they shared so tender and heartbreaking love making, Ian sinking deep into this wonderful man, realizing he would be able to accept all the love Ian was desperate to give, he just knew that their stars would align.
And now they did.
"I think we are moving to New Zealand," Cedric suddenly laughed, breaking away from the kiss, his head resting on the back of the couch.
"Oh, god, yes, please let us move to New Zealand," Ian groaned into the oft skin of his throat. He was completely enraptured with the fact that the skin on Ced's face only needed a shave every two days. He himself was a morning and afternoon shaver and a constant scruff wearer because he wasn't into regular shavings.
"You are going to get a tan there," he promised his love, working them into a horizontal position. "And I will be running around with a constant hard on in my sexy yellow trousers because you will wear shorts a lot and I will want to devour you all the time."
"You going to wear shorts too? Without t-shirts?" Ced panted, working Ian's belt and zipper in record time before undoing his own pants in even less seconds.
"No t-shirts until absolutely necessary," Ian groaned when ten slender fingers twined around their leaking cocks.
Ian's hips gave a hard push he couldn't control, Cedric's moan in response making him nearly come on the spot.
"I will want to lick you all over." Cedric had a hard time speaking but wouldn't reconsider. Somehow he got the words out there.
"Please lick me," Ian gasped, spewing curse words when Ced licked from as deep as he could reach up between his collar bones and over his Adam's apple.
Then Cedric let go of his cock but Ian's protest went away in the blink of an eye as Ced grabbed for his ass, working his way down.
A bit of short lived awkward wiggling ensued, at which end Ian lay on his back, bucking his hips into Cedric's fist and mouth.
And man, was that tongue talented at licking.
The time it took him to lose control over his orgasm was a bit embarrassing. Ian had no time to think about it at all, because Cedric reared up on his knees, still Ian's pulsing dick in his left, fucking his right and coming all over Ian's heaving tummy and chest a beat later.
"Fuck," Cedric sighed, collapsing onto Ian, not caring for the mess between them. "I think we are moving to New Zealand."
Ian let out a giant whoop of delight.
The puppy, that had moved to the kitchen at some unknown point in the events, run towards them barking, joining in on the joyful howling.
Sorry everyone, but I'm out of pre-written chapters and the last two days were a crazy mixture of exhilarating, a total downer, joy and tears and like a million other emotions while one thing happening after the other.
I will re-read tomorrow and correct whatever mistakes I find myself.
I hope you will enjoy anyway!
Love you all and thank you for the abundance of votes and comments and you being fabulous to the core :-)
Till tomorrow!