Chapter 14
“I’m so happy!" Farley squealed, wriggling in the passenger seat of his car.
“I can tell,” Miles remarked dryly.
“Well, it’s just so cool! My friend is going to date your sister! Isn’t that great?” Farley hugged himself in lieu of hugging Miles, who was concentrating on his driving.
“If you say so,” he drawled.
“You’re such an old fuddy-duddy, Miles,” Farley mock-pouted at him. “I think it’s wonderful. I suppose that YOU won’t think so until their second anniversary, right?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Farley,” Miles told him. “Just because you set the two of them up doesn’t mean that they’re going to get married and live happily ever after.”
“You’re right; but that won’t stop me from hoping,” Farley said stoutly.
Miles indulged in a little eye rolling then; he just couldn’t help himself. Farley didn’t notice, however, since he’d turned the radio up and was attempting to dance in place in his seat while singing along to the music. Glancing briefly at the energetic blonde in his passenger seat, Miles felt his lips twitch just a bit. Somehow he suspected that being around Farley meant that he’d never turn into a REAL old fuddy-duddy; his life would always be full of sunshine and joy and energy. Whether he wanted it to be or not…
*****
“Ooh, Miles,” Farley moaned, tilting his head back.
Miles took the opportunity to lean forward and begin to scour that long white neck with kisses and little love bites. Farley shuddered, clutching at his shoulders as he rode Miles hard. His fingernails scores scratches down his back, and Miles groaned as he pushed upward into the white body writhing in his lap so seductively. His hands closed over Farley’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, not that the blonde cared at all. He whimpered, his whole body tensing, as he began to climb toward his impending orgasm. Miles bit at his left nipple, and he lost it. Wailing, he tended and bucked as his semen painted his lover’s chest and belly white.
Miles groaned again as those velvety tight internal muscles clamped down on his cock like a vise. He thrust upward, savagely, only a few strokes before he reached his own end. The muscles in his back went rigid as he came, and Farley fell against him in a limp mass of sweaty, sated flesh.
“God,” Farley moaned into his ear. “That was so good, Miles.”
He had to agree. He held the blonde close, sinking back into the cushions of his couch to rest. Farley lay draped over him, snuggling, his breath hot in Miles’ left ear. “Mmm, afternoon delight,” Farley purred after a moment’s contented silence.
Miles stroked a hand down his lover’s pale, naked back, thinking to himself how soft the skin was under his questing fingers. “Farley,” he said after a moment.
“Yes?” Farley lifted his head to look Miles in the eyes.
“How long have we been together?” Miles asked him.
Farley scratched at his sweat-dampened blonde curls reflectively. “I don’t know. About six months now I think? David started dating Mel almost three months ago, and we’d been together for at least two and half months then…why?”
“I’ve been thinking,” Miles began.
“About what?” Farley asked curiously.
“About us. And about my mother’s cat.”
Farley’s brows knitted together in puzzlement. “Your mother’s…what does her cat have to do with how long we’ve been going out, Miles?”
He frowned slightly. “Nothing normally, but I remembered how you talked about getting a larger apartment so that you could keep a cat. But you never did.”
“Oh, that’s true. But I’ve been pretty busy, what with work and you,” Farley smiled lazily at him. “I guess I just sort of forgot.”
“But I didn’t. I’ve noticed whenever we go to see my parents that you drool all over that cat. I thought you might be happier of you could keep one, and to do that you have to have a bigger place that allows pets…”
“Miles, where are you going with this?” Farley demanded, looking confused.
He took in a deep breath, bracing himself for Hurricane Farley. “I think you should move in with me,” he began. “Then you can get a cat if you want one…”
Farley’s eyes lit up so bright that they could have been lanterns. “Miles,” he breathed. “Do you mean it? You really want me to move in with you?”
Oh, Lord. What was he getting himself into? But it was already too late. He’d succumbed to the whacky charms of a certain blonde weatherman, and he’d never be right in the head again…so he nodded, once, in reply.
“Miles! Oh, Miles, I love you!” Farley crowed, peppering his face with kisses as he hugged Miles close. “Of course I’ll move in with you! We’ll be so happy!” he added, wriggling in delight in Miles’ lap.
Miles said nothing in return, simply holding onto his lover. And he suspected that what Farley had just said was true, because cringe and complain and grouse as he might, life with Farley was bound to make him happy. Cats and costumes and come-ons and all…
The End