Lenford: Bittersweet Aftertaste

I greeted the staff who delivered the meal and requested they leave the trolley. They nodded and left leaving me sighing in relief.

I brought the trolley in only to see Len beneath the covers. I shut the door behind me and placed the trolley in the centre of the room before heading over to where Len was.

"Len? Weren't you hungry?" I asked before hearing soft gasps from beneath the covers.

It can't be.

"Len?" I called out to him again as I pulled the covers.

Len's face was flushed red. Even his neck and ears were a crimson red. There was something really erotic about it that I reacted almost immediately.

"Uh-- uhm... what are you--" I turned away as I tried to hold myself back.

"Doyle... my fingers aren't enough..." Len begged as he held onto my arm.

His voice was ragged and the hazy look in his tear glazed eyes made me lose whatever composure I had left.

"Come here." I pulled Len towards me as I lifted him onto my lap and kissed him.