Friends and Lovers

I am firmly of the belief that some things are just meant to be. Take friendship as an example. I met Trevor by chance, his uncle was my boss. He was a registered nurse, and I was a paramedic working in the emergency services. Trevor boarded with his uncle and aunt, but didn’t socialise a great deal and had few friends outside of his work — the latter a pattern that pretty much described me. In my off-duty time I worked on a property I owned on the coast, actually building my dream home brick by brick and timber by timber in what had been a derelict military ‘fort’ and later a police ‘station’. It had several features that made it attractive for me, one being its position, another being that it wasn’t that large. It had a cellar under one of the wings interconnected buildings which formed a square around a courtyard and the cellar included two police cells, and a larger barred gaol. The privacy of the enclosed centre was perfect for the things I wanted to do there. I snapped it up cheaply, using a small inheritance from my mother’s death, and had then ‘camped’ in it while slowly rebuilding.

Yeah, I know, way too big a place for a guy on his own! But I liked it, and I bought it.

The work required was far more than I’d initially thought, but over a couple of years, with some hired help on occasion, I’d managed to repair all the walls, replaced the rotten floors on the upper levels, and re-roofed it. From there I focussed on one section at a time, turning the old officer’s mess into a living area, and re-arranged the upper floor to create two large bedrooms, en suite, and a fabulous ‘deck’ area on the top of the old bastion, a sort of low ‘tower’, in the angle between the officer’s quarters and what had been a barrack room for the troops. The base of the tower was my kitchen, with another bedroom over it and the staircase between storeys ran up one side of it. I planned to create a sort of “Great Hall”, as a much larger ‘living room in the former Barrack building, with another pair of bedrooms or a study over it, and the former stables were my garage. The whole formed a square around a courtyard, which I planned to make a haven of tranquility with a fountain and flowers and a small swimming pool on one side. It was advanced enough at the time I met Trevor to be liveable, making a whole range of things much easier for me at least.

“Congratulations on your promotion, Bernt,” The Chief greeted me. “I expect the extra income will be welcome.”

“You bet, sir,” I said. He wasn’t kidding. Okay, as a senior Paramedic I was pulling in a decent salary, but the house took almost all of it. Now, as a captain in charge of a station, I could count on making enough to do some of the ‘luxury’ work and no longer had to work shifts.

“By the way, I believe you know my nephew, Trevor? He’s a nurse on the Intensive Care Wards at St Roshilda’s.” He indicated a guy in the outer office.

I’d nodded to the guy as I entered. Sure, I knew him by sight, but we’d never had much chance to talk about anything other than handing over a patient. “I think so. Trevor? Sometimes helps in the Trauma Unit in A&E?”

“That’s him.” The Chief called, “Trevor, come in here a second will you? I want to introduce you to Berndt, the new station commander for this station.” Lowering his voice, he added, “He gets a bit lonely I think. Doesn’t have many friends in town, but I think you two would get on — and Trev means a lot to me.”

From the first time we met, I liked him. He was just very easy and comfortable company. He didn’t pry into my private life, and I didn’t pry into his. My new role meant much less actual turning out to emergencies, and a lot more office and management of the day to day things that make an emergency service function. So, from our first meeting, Trevor and I most often ‘met’ in the carpark at a change of shift, or in my office over a cup of coffee. Several times he volunteered to help with the house, now largely finished as far as all the major construction stuff was concerned, and proved to be a great help with painting and decorating, and even laying out of the garden in the inner courtyard. 

I admired the flower bed he’d created as a centrepiece. “Wow, that is going to look fabulous, Trev. I wouldn’t have been able to identify any of those plants, or choose them for this spot!”

He grinned. “I guessed as much, but it helps that I worked in a garden centre while at school.” He paused. “Have I earned a beer?”

“More than one.” I retorted. Fuck, I wondered if he could sense my attraction? I decided to try my luck. Moving to stand next to him, I put an arm over his shoulders. “You’ve made a huge difference to this whole garden — and I really appreciate the help you’ve given me on the building.”

“It’s been a real pleasure,” he replied, reaching up to grip my hand on his shoulder. “Uncle Brian and Sybil find me a bit in the way I think. They never say so, but, well …” He squeezed my hand. “Thanks for providing me with an excuse to get out.”

“My pleasure,” I responded, my pulse increasing. He wasn’t resisting my embrace, if anything seemed to welcome it. Did I dare test it further? I didn’t, his friendship was too precious to me. I gently moved my arm. “Let’s get some beers. I think we’ve done enough work for one day. The Lookout is beckoning.”

The friendship grew over the next year or so, always just ‘mates’ and sharing a joke and chat, nothing more. After that first physical contact there were others, some almost, but not quite, intimate, and never at work or in public. 

Then came the day the house was finished, and I knew I had built a place too big for one. It needed a pair to occupy it, and it struck me that Trevor was the person it needed. But here I hit a small hesitation. You see, the reason I’m single is I’m Gay, and not just Gay, I’m a fetishist. Specifically, I love being encased in tight latex and restrained for sex, but I’d been denying myself any of that for a long, long time. Why? Simply because it was something that didn’t sit well in our society at large, and worse, was not something accepted by the guys I worked with.

The question was, would Trevor accept my kinky side? Was he even Gay? I didn’t know, and it wasn’t so simple to find out — not least because, Gay or not, I liked him, I enjoyed his company, and wanted to keep the friendship. These questions lingered as we continued to meet at work, or around the station when I was there on standby and he was ‘home’ and not on shift. 

“Care to come out to the house for a weekend?” I asked him over coffee in my office one evening. “As you know, I’ve plenty of space!”

For a moment he hesitated, then smiled. “I’d love to. My next weekend off is in three weeks. How about then?”

I glanced at my duty pattern. “Damn, I’m on call. Leave it with me, though, I’ve some holiday leave due, I’ll see if I can take a couple of days off.”

It took a little juggling, but my colleagues could cover and the boss approved my application for a five day break. Why five? I wanted to make sure I’d everything just right for Trevor’s stay, and I had some things I wanted to prepare as a little check on whether he could live with my fetish …

Everything was ready when he arrived in his Clio. I walked out of the garage, and signalled him to put his car next to mine.

As he stepped out of it I walked to meet him, giving him no time to escape, I put my arms around him, drew him into an embrace and kissed him firmly on the mouth. “Welcome to our house, Trevor.”

“With a welcome like that …” his mouth crushed to mine, as his arms pulled me against his body. “This is going to be a wonderful weekend …”

Our mouths met again in a prolonged kiss as the garage door slid closed behind us. As we parted for air, I managed, “I guess this answers one question — I made up the spare room for nothing.”

He laughed. “After a kiss like this?” His mouth met mine again and our tongues probed. “No, the spare room isn’t an option.”

For both of us it was as if a dam had burst. Somewhere along the way we collected his bag, a couple of loose packages from the car and arrived in my bedroom leaving a trail of our clothes behind us. We fell onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our kisses getting more and more demanding. We were way past needing words to guide our actions and our desires. Before long we were sixty-nining — engrossed in enjoying one another’s rampant cocks. It was as if we were following exactly the same programming, each performing exactly the same action on the other until we erupted our pent-up spunk into each other’s demanding mouth.

Then we rearranged ourselves to embrace and kiss, our bodies once more entwined and our mouths hungrily locked. Time seemed to stand still as our initial passion cooled, replaced by a gentler, more loving desire. This time we worked slowly, gently exploring each other’s pleasure, enjoying the sensations of each other’s tongues on nipples, excited cocks and everywhere else until we’d once again enjoyed that shuddering explosion of ejaculation.

“Thank you, my darling,” I whispered, nibbling his ear.

“Still want me to sleep in the spare room?” he teased, his hands exploring my butt.

“No,” I murmured, “But you might want to if we keep this up.”

“And give up what I’ve been craving since we first met? No chance …” His mouth cut off my retort.

It was quite a while, and already getting dark, before we untangled ourselves. Then I made supper while Trevor retrieved our clothing and unpacked his bag. I thought about my ‘secret’ down in the old cells, and decided to reveal it once we'd eaten.

"Trev," I said as I put the last dishes away, and topped up our wine glasses. “There’s something about … well, something you should know .” I paused, aware I was making a complete mess of it. “I’ve a bit of a fetish.”

“Phew! Is that all? You had me worried there.” He accepted his glass, smiling. “As long as it isn’t about inflicting pain, mutilation …”

I shook my head. “None of those.” I hesitated. “Look, you know the cells downstairs?”

He nodded. “Yeah, you store all your building stuff and tools in them.”

“Not anymore. Go down there and take a look. When you’ve looked, we’ll talk about it.”

He grinned. “If you insist.” Taking a swig of wine, he put the glass down, kissed me and whispered, “Don’t go away now. It’ll take a lot to scare me away from the gorgeous man I’ve been lusting after since I first saw you …”

Returning the kiss, I coloured. “Go and take a look.”

Laughing he headed for the door. 

He was gone a long time, hardly surprising since I’d gone to great pains to lay out my latex bondage suit, hang up a heavy leather strait jacket with incorporated open crotch shorts, set up a number of items of bondage furniture and my collection of hoods and restraints. None of them had seen much use in the last six years — not since I’d ended a rather disastrous and abusive relationship. More in hope than in certainty, I retrieved a tube of very special lubricant I kept handy, fitted the applicator and carefully inserted a good dose into my butt. This lubricant actually has an interesting effect, making it easy to penetrate someone, but it also prolongs the fuck. Pulling my sweats back up, I cleaned the applicator, disassembled it and put it away, then waited nervously for Trevor’s return.

When he returned he was wearing one of my favourite hoods, a heavy ‘master’ harness and carrying a special bondage harness of my own design that I’d built for myself out of leather and rubber. Relief flooded through me as I saw his erection and the grin.

“If that was supposed to chase me away,” he said, depositing the harness he carried. “It doesn’t. I trained as a psychiatric nurse, then moved to orthopaedics and finally Intensive. Running away from my urges really …” He indicated the harness in his hand. “I want to see what that looks like on you.”

“Yes, sir,” I responded, relief flooding through me. “But, sir will have to help me, sir.”

The harness is built around a heavy duty ‘slave belt’, and once it is on and adjusted, all I am able to do is walk about. My arms are secured to attachment points in wide leather and rubber cuffs, and my head encased in a tight rubber hood to which can be attached a dildo muzzle gag and a blindfold. A chastity type cage for my genitals can be added and a butt plug can also be secured to it. Trevor had not brought up any of these options, except the gag.

“Mmm, now that looks delicious,” he said, a wicked grin on his face as he studied me. Moving to embrace me, he held me against himself, our erections between us. “Is this why you’ve been keeping me at arms length?”

Our mouths met in a kiss. “Yes. I was afraid you’d find it …”

“Silly man. Why would it? Even if I wasn’t just as kinky, I still want you in my life.” His kiss was demanding. “And this just makes it perfect — especially if we switch from time to time.”

I laughed. “If that’s what you want.” I moved my hips against him, sliding my cock against his. “Now you’d better take full advantage of me.” I hesitated. “Will you do me a favour?”

“It’ll be my pleasure. What do you want me to do?”

“Gag me, then fuck my butt. I want you to fill my butt with your spunk anywhere you like in the house and while I’m helpless like this.” I grinned. “I’ve been wanting it for ages …”

He laughed. “How’d I guess? You realise that after all the sex we had earlier it could take a lot of fucking …”

I nodded. “I’m counting on it, and I’m all lubed up with something to make sure of it …”

“Whoa! Okay. Anywhere in the house?” He grinned, inserting the gag and fastening it. “Okay, we’ll start at the fountain, and then into every room and see how far we can go, and stay joined like that.”

Nodding I let him guide me out to the courtyard. At the fountain he positioned me, then moved behind me and pressed his cock against my sphincter. The lubricant did its work, and he slipped deep. Did I mention he had a great cock? A long one, at least eight inches erect — mine is a little longer — and it is straight, firm and crowned by one of the most beautiful ‘heads’ I’ve ever seen. It felt wonderful to have that gorgeous organ linking us, and his initial motions warned me I was in the hands of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

After a few minutes gently working my butt, he whispered, “And now we start the tour. Remember, you are not allowed to cum. I’m going to enjoy that when I’m ready to.”

He carefully straightened me up, and then fuck marched me back to the living room, his cock doing the most amazing things inside me.

“Room one. Remember you asked for this.” He set to work and I thanked my stars I’d given myself an overdose of the lube. After a few minutes he straightened me again, and fuck marched me to the largely empty Great Hall. “Doing well there, slave. I think a circuit of this room.” The fuck marching continued. “This feels fantastic — I think we’ll have to do this again, he told me as we sidled up the stairs.

It took a while, but we did manage to visit all three bedrooms, my study/office and it was there that he finally brought himself to a climax. I felt the hot jizm flood my butt and actually felt regret that he would soon slip free of my butt and the connection would be broken.

“Wow!” he gasped, forcing his cock deep inside me. “You okay?”

I grunted.

“We have to do this again — but next time it’s you doing the fucking, and me being fucked.” He slipped himself free and turned me to face him. “Promise?”

I nodded and grunted.

He grinned, then eyed my erection. “Right, down to the cells. I want to suck some cock!”

It didn’t take me long to see that he’d prepared something for this. Inserting me into the upright stocks I’d built and never used, he pushed a large plug into my butt, strapped it in place, and then set to work on my cock with his mouth. I already knew he was good at this, but now he demonstrated that he was an absolute artist. He had me pleading for release — at least in grunts and futile thrusts against the rigid restraints — and kept me going until finally I filled his mouth with the biggest cumshot I’d ever experienced. It felt like my balls exploding, and he intensified it by maintaining the stimulation despite my whimpering and pleading.  

I woke early and managed to slip out of bed without disturbing him. Laying out a light wetsuit for him, I put one on myself, made coffee and added some breakfast bowls, muesli, yogurt and juice, and carried these up to the lookout deck. The sun was just rising, and the air still cool, as I went back down to the bedroom to find him already putting on the wetsuit.

“Breakfast and sunrise on the deck, sir” I made a mock salute.

“And a kiss, I hope?”

“At least one, maybe more,” I laughed embracing him. “Come on, the coffee won’t stay hot.”

He followed me up to the deck. “Wow, what a sight.” His lips found mine and we embraced. “Good morning, and thank you for last night.”

“No, thank you.” I poured the coffee. “I don’t want to rush things, but I’d like you to think about moving in here with me.”

He grinned, adding milk to the coffee. “I accept.” He paused. “You do realise that my moving in here will ‘out’ you? Uncle Brian knows I’m Gay, and I think he suspects you are.”

I’d been wondering about how to break the news at work. I was pretty sure the Boss would be okay, but I wasn’t sure about some of the other guys. Some of them were definitely not ‘inclusive’ in their expressed views. “Guess I’ll just have to take it as it comes.” I paused. “Why did you leave your last position and come to this backwater?”

“A lot of reasons, bad relationships, a bit of trouble at work.” He got a far away look in his eye. “Uncle Brian bailed me out. Got me a new post and offered me a room.” He grinned. “I think he’ll be pleased to see me settled on someone else.” 

For a long while we were silent, savouring the coffee and watching the sunrise, then, slowly, he told me the rest of the story, and I shared mine. We’d both had bad partners, and both chosen to try to rebuild our lives somewhere else. It’s one of the hazards of our fetish, in fact, that abuse can become the norm in a relationship.

Trevor smiled. “I told you I trained first as a psychiatric nurse? Well it helped me spot what the bastard was doing to me. Gaslighting was the least of it. How about you?”

“I didn’t spot what was happening to me — until a friend tipped me off about what was circulating and being said in the clubs my partner used. Usually while I was well and truly ‘tied up’ at home.” I stared at the seascape. “Then one day I got proof, so I just left. Closed all my accounts, opened a new bank account, shifted everything over to it and left town. He tracked me down, made all kinds of threats, and tried to make life difficult. Anyway, I have a cousin in the police, confided in him, and I’ve never heard from or seen the bastard since.”

We showered together, luxuriating in sharing the confined space and the pleasure of washing each other. Our initial raging desire had settled down now to a slower, gentler enjoyment of physical contact, exchanging kisses and touch. Almost without realising it, we’d become lovers, anticipating each other in preparing things in the kitchen for lunch and then supper. As I put away the dishes, he walked up behind me, slipped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.

“This morning you asked me to think about moving in here with you. Still think you want that?”

Putting my hands over his arms, I pushed my butt against his crotch. “You have doubts? Of course I want it.”

“Good, because I accept. But now you’re going to put me in that harness of yours, and do to me what we did last night.”

“Think you can handle it, huh?” I turned in his arms, and let him feel my arousal as our mouths met in a hungry kiss. “First I have to lube you up, so get those jeans off and lose that tee. I’ll fetch the lube.”

“Yes, sir!” he joked, his jeans and his teeshirt being shed as he spoke. 

I retrieved my tube of special lube and the applicator, carefully measured the amount I’d given myself the night before, and said, “Bend over the table. This won’t hurt at all, but it will make sure you don’t go off too soon.”

“I hope so. Is this what you used last night?”

“It is, and I’m giving you the same dose I used. Ready?”

“Yes. Oooh! Mmm, that feels fantastic.”

“Okay, then let’s go and get the kit and get ourselves dressed.” I grinned as he turned to face me. “Same procedure as last night?”

Kissing me, he whispered, “Yes. Just one change — start at the entrance to the courtyard. In view of the road.”

I hesitated. “You sure?” I considered. “Can I ask why you want to start from there?” 

“Yes.” He kissed me gently. “I want to start there so that I know that I’m being brought into this house, this life and that it is all because I’m with you.” He grinned. “And there’s the added risk that someone driving past will see us!”

It was very unlikely anyone would be using the road at this time, and even if anyone was, they wouldn’t see a lot, but I took his point. So what if anyone did? “Okay. Down to the cells and let’s get dressed.”

The harness looked fantastic on him. He looked incredibly vulnerable in it, even with the gag dangling, ready for application. “How’s it feel?”

“Better than I imagined it could,” he replied. “Fantastic doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel wearing it.” He smiled beneath the rubber hood. “I love the fact I’m absolutely helpless in this. I can’t touch my cock, my butt is available and I can’t prevent you fucking it even if I wanted to avoid it.”

“Good,” I said. “Because you look absolutely fabulous like that, and you are going to get fucked, exactly like you fucked me last night.” I hesitated. “Now I better get myself dressed — but I think I’m going to wear something more than just the harness and hood.” Moving close behind him, I slipped a hand round and fondled his erection, planting a kiss on his rubber covered cheek. “But first I’m going to gag you, and send you on your way to wait for me.”

As he mounted the stairs out of the cellar, I prepared to put on the rubber suit I’d prepared for myself. Like a short sleeved wetsuit, but thinner and tighter, it was open at the crotch and butt, and it had an attached full face hood with goats horns and a satyr like mask for my face, and an attached internal dildo gag. I zipped it up the back, slipped on the neoprene slippers, coated my cock with a desensitising cream and followed Trevor.

He was waiting just outside the courtyard entrance from the street. The twilight was more than enough to make us both visible from the road, but there was nothing in sight. I signalled him to join me and turned him to face the roadway. He obeyed, having noted that I was gagged, and let me position him to receive my cock in his butt. He moaned softly as I entered him, and then we began our tour.

Just as we had done the previous evening, I fuck marched him into the courtyard, paused to fuck at the fountain, and then toured the house as we had before. I took my time, enjoying the sensations in my cock as we moved, and using long slow strokes as we fucked. With us both gagged, our only communication was by touch and grunting. We finished in the cellar, and I was glad I had him beneath me as my cock exploded, the sensation making my legs feel like rubber.

I’d prepared the next bit carefully, and put him on a low padded bench on his back. Then I straddled him, and very carefully lowered myself onto his erection until he was fully inside me. I think it must rate as the best fuck I have ever had. He played his part to perfection, riding my movements, making sure his cock stayed inside me, then ramming himself as deep as possible as he shot his load inside me.

Removing my own gag, I gently removed his, my sphincter gripping his still twitching cock. “When do you want to move in, Trevor?” I asked, carefully bending down to kiss him. “I don’t think I can do without you now.”

Responding to the kiss, he sighed. "Can I move immediately? I can go into town and fetch my stuff tomorrow.” He paused. “And can I stay in this harness a bit longer?”

“As long as you like, gorgeous. It’ll most likely get you fucked again though.”

“I’m counting on it, Sir.” He grinned. “That was awesome. Absolutely awesome.” He paused. “Can we do it again sometime?”

Our mouths met in a lingering kiss. “Count on it,” I whispered. “But it’s my turn first next time.”

We lay in bed, with me on my back and Trevor’s head resting on my shoulder. Idly he played with my nipple, usually a big turn-on for me, but now, with us both sexually sated, just a loving and intimate gesture.

“I’ve been thinking,” he murmured. “Perhaps it will be better if I give you the chance to talk to Uncle Brian before I announce our relationship.” He kissed my cheek gently. “As I said, I think he knows I’m Gay, but my just announcing I’m going to live with you … I mean, are you out? Does anyone else know you’re Gay?”

I thought about it. “I’ve never tried to hide it, no one ever asked …” I paused. “Not since I moved here anyway, and before you ask, no, I haven’t got anyone in the background, and I haven’t been doing the clubs.”

“Then it’s just the work side. And Uncle Brian.” He was silent for a while, and I just enjoyed the feel of his thigh over mine, his cock and the rest of him pressed to my side. “I’ll go in and fetch my things in the morning.”

“I’ll come with you. I can talk to the Boss while you get your stuff together.”

“If you like.” His lips found my cheek again and he hugged me. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve dreamed of being here, with you, like this …”

I moved gently against him. “I think I can guess.” Our mouths met in a lingering kiss. “Because I’ve laid here for a lot of nights, wondering if you would ever share it with me …”

He chuckled. “And here I am, full of your gorgeous spunk …” His hand found my cock.

“And I’m full of yours, minx.” I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his cock stiffening against my thigh. “And I hope I’m going to get a lot more of it.”

“Any time you want it, beloved.” His mouth found mine.

I rolled him on top of me, spreading my legs and raising my knees so he lay between them, his now hard cock pressing against my perineum. “Then right now. Face to face like the whore bitch I am. Fuck my hole. Breed me, make me your bitch.”

“You want ..?” His mouth covered mine and our tongues probed.

I wrapped my legs over him, feeling his leaking precum against my cockroot. “I want. I want your cock inside me. I want your cum inside me — more of it. Take me, take me now, and fuck me so I know you’re going to be here from now on …”

“Then lift yourself …” 

He slipped his pillow under my hips, and I spread my legs wide, raising them so my knees were almost level with my shoulders.  felt his cock head press against my now available hole, still slick from our earlier activity. I bit my lip as the muscle parted and he entered me. “Unnngh. Mmmm — oh, ooooh, Mmmm, yessss — oh fuck. That really feels goooooooood.” I gripped his cock with my muscle. “Yes, my love. Now fuck me …”

He did. He really pounded my hole, his gorgeous cock sliding deep with each thrust, and my position meant he hit my prostate and just about everything else with each one. I felt him cum inside me, the twitching pulse of his cock as he rammed himself deep telling me all I needed to know. Then, before I could stop him, he withdrew, and had my cock in his mouth for a finale.

Spent, we spooned, with me behind him, my arms holding him close to me. 

“Tomorrow, my love, I’ll drive you into town and we’ll see the Boss together.” I kissed his neck. “Don’t even think of not moving in immediately.”

His answer was to press himself against me with a sigh.

The Boss welcomed us at the door. Glancing from Trevor to me and back again, he smiled. “I guessed you boys would work yourselves out. Come in, you and I can get something to drink while we talk and Trev gets his things together.”

“Thanks,” I began. “I guessed it would be better to tell you myself.”

“Tell me what?” he said, shutting the door and indicating his den. “That you’re as Gay as Trevor? Or that the two of you have decided to be a couple?” He laughed. “Probably the worst kept secret around!”

“Oh,” I glanced at my hands. “Oh well, I’ve never tried to hide it, just never made it public and never talked about it.”

“I know, and that’s why no one has ever made much of it. The guys in the department respect you for your professionalism, and for the fact you don’t rub everyone’s noses in your sexuality.” He paused. “Of course this changes with your living with Trevor, but those that have a problem with it — it’s their problem, not yours or Trevor’s.”

Trevor arrived back just in time to hear this. “See, Berndt? I told you Uncle Brian would be fine with it.” He turned to his uncle. “I’ve emptied my wardrobe and the drawers, Aunt Sybil says she’ll deal with the stuff still in the laundry. I can pick it up in a day or two.”

The Boss laughed. “That has to be the fastest move in history.” He turned to me. “I think I better impose a ‘no returns’ policy!”

“No need, Chief.” I took Trevor’s hand. “He’s not going to get away from me now.”

“Ooh! Threats!” Trevor laughed. 

The Chief laughed. “I can see you two are going to be fine together.” He stood as Sybil arrived with a tray of coffee and a selection of cake and biscuits. “And here’s the refreshments.”

Cradling Trevor in my arm as we lay in our bed, his head on my shoulder, I stared at the ceiling, enjoying the skin contact and the feel of his steady breathing as he dozed. Gently I kissed the top of his head, and he stirred, his arm across my chest gently tightening. He sighed contentedly, then kissed my nipple. “Thank you, my love. Thank you for loving me, for sharing your home with me, and most of all, for this …”

I tightened my arm holding him, and whispered, “I thank you, my love. For being here …”

His contented sigh was all the answer I needed. Tomorrow, the office, coming out to my colleagues … It could all wait. I had everything I needed right here, right in my arms.