12. Full House
The flat seemed very full now we had all Colin’s things, mostly in boxes, stacked in it. I went shopping for food while he sorted out what to unpack and what to leave packed up. On my return I found my Mum sitting with a cup of tea chatting away to him.
“Mum!” Putting down the shopping bags, I hurried to greet her. “What brings you over?”
“I phoned your work and they said you had a couple of days off.” Standing she hugged me and returned my kiss. “And Colin tells me he plans to marry you.”
“He did?” Glancing at my beloved, I smiled. “Good, because I want to marry him too.”
“If that’s what you want, Alex …” Mum kissed me. “I think you two suit each other and will be very happy together.” Taking my hand she patted Colin’s arm. “Look after each other. Remember it isn’t all sweetness and light. There’ll be storm clouds and days you get on each other’s nerves …”
“We know, Mum,” I kissed her. “And thanks for accepting us as we are …”
“Yes,” Colin interrupted. “Thank you for giving us your acceptance.” He grimaced. “I’ll do my best to look after him. We have some great friends who look out for each other and us …” Slipping and arm round my waist, he pecked my cheek. “As you can see the flat’s a mess with my stuff, but if you’d like to have supper or something with us, there’s a place not far from here, that serves good food — and I’d love it if you’d join us.”
“I’d love to,” she answered. “But you better put your shopping away first, Alex.”
“Colin, my love,” I began as I snuggled into him, “I’d really like it if you made love to me missionary style … Breed me. Make me your wife.” Kissing him I whispered, “I’m still trying to get used to knowing I’m going to have you sharing a bed from now on …”
The meal with my Mum had been, unexpectedly, fun. Mum was relaxed and clearly liked Colin. We’d chatted freely with her, enjoyed the meal, and escorted her home. Then we’d gone to a Gay bar and had a quiet drink together — a single glass of white wine in my case. Now home and in bed I was ready for some sex. I’d taken a little longer in the bathroom before coming to bed so I was ready if he wanted to …
“You want me to …” His hand gripped my erection. “Missionary style?”
“Yes, love.” I giggled. “Like a girl … fuck my pussy face to face. I want to see you enjoying it.” Twisting in his embrace, I kissed his cheek. “If I’m going to be your wife …”
“Mmm, getting adventurous — and cheeky.” His teeth found my neck. “I think I’m the luckiest man alive …”
His hand was doing things to my erection and I rolled onto my back, my mouth ready to receive his as he leaned over me. Colin is a fantastic lover. He never rushes me, always taking care to ensure I’m in a state of highest desire before he engages in any direct sexual action. Tonight was no exception. I was almost begging him to fill my pussy with his gorgeous cock by the time he slipped a pillow beneath my hips and positioned himself between my raised legs.
It was the first time I’d been fucked this way, and it was beautiful. Once he was inside me, I relaxed and enjoyed every second of his steady thrusting, the love in his eyes, and the pleasure in his expression saying more than words can ever convey. Nor did he neglect my need. Once he’d emptied his cum into me and slipped free, he powered my legs, and gave me the most beautiful ‘head’ yet. His possessive kiss, with his mouth still fairly full of my cum, left me in no doubt that I was his and strengthened my resolve to be the best lover and partner he could wish for.
Sleep came softly as I lay spooned against his body, his limp cock pressed into my butt, my own held gently in his hand and his arm holding me firmly against his body. Just before sleep claimed me, I realised that I would not again go to sleep alone, nor wake up to an empty bed. My partner and lover would, I hoped, always be here, holding me, loving me, teaching me. I must have said something, because his lips kissed the nape of my neck.
“Count on it, my love. Count on it.”
Returning to work on Monday felt strange, but welcome.
“Look who’ve turned up!” Teased Jerry. “The lovers!” Throwing an arm round me, he hugged, adding, “He got you pregnant yet?”
“Pre ..?” Shocked, I laughed, then retorted, “We’ve been trying! If I’m not, it’s not for want of trying.” Putting my arm round Colin, I hugged him. “He’s the greatest lover a man could have.” Grabbing my mug, I waved it. “And I’m his gimp!”
The others laughed and teased Colin. We’d actually spent most of our time re-arranging the flat after fetching all Colin’s possessions from his sister’s house. We’d been accompanied for this by a friendly legal clerk from Mr Glenning’s Chambers and a court appointed ‘messenger’. That had defused the confrontation Colin’s erstwhile brother-in-law had clearly wanted. He was reduced to making nasty asides as Colin carried everything out and I loaded it into the van he’d hired for the task.
It had take all Friday to do that, then we’d treated ourselves to a fabulous Italian meal at the restaurant we’d finished our Pride day in, returned the hired van on the Saturday and spent most of it sorting, arranging and cleaning.
“Who’s a ‘Gimp’?” Gene asked from the door.
“I am,” I retorted. “Sometimes anyway — when Colin wants me to be.”
“Just play safe then,” Gene put his mug down, wrapped an arm round me, and hugged. “Welcome to our club.” Turning to Colin, he said, “Make sure you take care of the kid, Colin. You two were made for each other.”
Life together soon settled into a comfortable pattern. Colin was a naturally tidy person, and I like to keep things nice as well. Our love life also matured beyond just the sex — which just got better and better as we adjusted to not having to ‘snatch the moment’ and take time to enjoy each other. Our day began with sex, and ended with it, and in between I handled keeping the flat neat and cooking supper, and lunches at the weekend, leaving Colin free to do his repairs on phones, laptops and computers. It was his ambition to one day have his own workshop and business in this field. For now he did this work for other shops, building a network, and the money earned he put into building a capital fund.
At my insistence he’d put the money he’d got from his inheritance into an investment fund we could cash out again when we had proved we could work together to build our future.
“Proper little tyrant, aren’t you?” His hug as we lay in bed discussing our plans was loving. “Why shouldn’t we use the money to buy our own place? Somewhere bigger than this?”
“Because, my love, if we do, it’s tied up and can’t help you get your business started …” I knew he’d wanted to put half of it into GearFet so I could be made his official ‘partner’ with the other guys owning the firm. Gene had been firm in saying no to him investing it that way. Never having had any money of my own, I’d learned to be frugal and turn every penny at least three times before spending it. Mum had always been strict about it. If I wanted something I had to save the money for it, and she made me put half my allowance — small — into a savings account every month. “It’ll come, but first we need to make sure your business is properly set up.”
“My business? OUR business.” For a moment he stared at me. “If I start it, it’ll be our business.” He chuckled. “I may know all about electronics … but where did you become so smart on money management?”
“I’m not.” I retorted, “I just think that to start a business needs capital. I remember a teacher telling us that you need to be able to pay all the bills for about six months without a regular income.” Shrugging, I added, “When you’ve always had to think long and hard about spending anything, or have had to not buy something because … well, if you haven’t got money in your pocket, you can’t buy anything.”
“You did accountancy at school?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “About the only thing I was good at, but if you’re looking for work in accounts and finance everybody wants a degree in it — not just an A Star A Level.”
“So that’s how we got lucky at GearFet! You couldn’t get a job in an office.” His arms went round me and tightened into a hug as he laughed. “Ever used accounting software?” Colin seemed excited about this for some reason. “Does Gene know? Or,” he frowned, “Rob? He says he could use some help on the accounts?”
“Gene saw my certificates when he hired me.” Kissing him, I teased. “If you hold me much tighter …”
“Oops.” He laughed, kissing me and easing his hug. “Damn it, you don’t get it, do you? When we start our business, you can do the accounts — in fact you can take over my messy accounting right away and sort them out! I’m lousy at billing for my work, and even worse at keeping track of it all. Would you like to do it?”
“Let me see what you’ve got.” Kissing him, I teased, “It’ll cost you lots of extra loving …”
“You’ll get it, my love.” Pushing his hardening crotch to mine, he laughed. “As much as you want.”
His idea of keeping books turned out to be a receipt book, a sort of journal spreadsheet, a box full of invoices and bills and not much more. It took a couple of hours to sort it out, and a couple more the next evening to get it all into proper accounting software … and earn me a wonderful weekend of rubberised loving.
The accounts showed, once I had them up and running, that he was just breaking even on his computer repairs.
“Thanks to you, I can see I need to really focus on building on this.”
“We’ll do it together, love.” Calling up a cost analysis I’d created in the accounting software, I showed him. “You need to charge a bit more for your time, and increase the margin you add for the parts you buy in. See what happens when you do?”
“Damn.” He frowned, his hands massaging my shoulders. “From now on you’re in charge of billing the customers, Alex. I’ve been subsidising everyone else!”
