Chapter 2

Jacob grabbed a nearby tea towel and wiped his hands clean.

“Dinner’s nearly ready,” he said, stepping into the hallway, surprised to see Robert looking a lot like a drowned rat. “Gee, it’s really coming down out there.”

Robert kissed Jacob firmly on the lips and gave Jacob’s arse a couple of light slaps.

“Tell me about it,” he said, taking off his coat and scarf. “I was out in it.”

“Looks like you made it just in time,” said Jacob, turning towards the kitchen.

“I’m going up for a shower,” Robert called. “Get out of these wet clothes.”

“Take your time. Dinner will be a few minutes yet.”

Back in the kitchen, Jacob removed the steaks from the paper they’d been wrapped in and dropped each in turn onto the electric grill.

“Care to join me?” said a deep, low voice in his ear.

Jacob’s heart skipped a beat.

“I thought you were…”

Robert wrapped his arms around Jacob from behind and nuzzled Jacob’s neck. Jacob could tell Robert was naked. He could feel his lover’s cock pressing into him, growing harder against the mound of his left buttock.

“Come on. I need someone to wash my back,” Robert said.

Jacob could feel his own cock swelling within the confines of his jeans.

“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “I’ve got to get my husband’s dinner.”

Robert wasn’t going to give up. He pushed his erection into the crevice between Jacob’s arse cheeks and flicked his tongue against the skin behind Jacob’s ear. “Come on. He won’t be home for ages. We’ve got time.”

Jacob turned around to behold Robert in his beefy, burly glory—the large, firm pectoral muscles covered in curly black hair, the two long nipples that poked from the tangle of chest hair, pink and inviting, and the trail of hair leading down to his thick pubic bush. A vision of perfect manhood. Adonis returned from the hunt. And his cock, engorged and veined, was already beaded with pre-cum.

Jacob bent down and carefully licked it off with the tip of his tongue before standing back up to kiss Robert’s full lips.

“I really can’t,” Jacob lamented playfully. “He’s been working hard all day. I want to have it ready for him when he gets here.”

Robert leaned in and pressed his lips against Jacob’s and with their arms wrapped tightly around each other, they kissed. Their tongues entwined and Jacob couldn’t help but slide his hands down over Robert’s hairy arse cheeks to cup the twin mounds of muscle. He gave them a squeeze, lightly kneading them while at the same time pulling his lover’s hips harder against his own.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you?”

The spark and sizzle of fat exploding on the grill snatched Jacob’s attention away from their embrace.

“Oh dear,” Robert said with a sigh as Jacob turned the steaks over. “I’m losing my charm.”

Jacob turned back around. “Oh no you aren’t,” he said pointing to the large bulge in his jeans.

“I’ll be taking care of that later,” laughed Robert, giving Jacob’s erection a squeeze before disappearing into the hallway.

“I know you will,” replied Jacob.

While Robert was showering, Jacob lit the candles on the dining table, poured two glasses of wine and put the plates in the oven to warm them. Outside, the wild wind roared through the trees and battered the side of the house. The back door was rattling on his hinges and heavy rain pelted the windows, sounding like millions of clawed fingers tapping out a cacophonic symphony. Yet Jacob felt comfortable and secure. The house was warm and well-lit, and its strong walls protected them from nature’s fury.

When he heard Robert coming down the stairs, Jacob served the meal and carried the two steaming plates into the dining room.

“Candles?” said Robert, taking his usual seat in front of the large abstract painting of an alien world in blues and purples, silver and black.

“Thought it might make things a bit cosier,” Jacob replied, setting Robert’s meal before him and kissing the top of his head. “And romantic.”

They started their meal in silence, taking the time to savour the taste of the food before they caught up with each other properly.

“Good steak,” Robert commented. “So what’s on for tomorrow?”

Jacob got to spend most weekends with Robert. They’d occasionally go driving in the country, each time taking a route they’d never travelled before and invariably winding up at a winery, a cafe, or an antiques shop in some out the way place. Sometimes they’d take a picnic, or spend the night, unplanned, in a quaint Bed and Breakfast.