??Didn??t think you were.?? Joey patted Kevin??s jeans clad arse softly. ??Go on, sit.??
As the two men ate their breakfast, Joey scanned the local free newspaper. ??Fancy going to the organised fireworks display up on the recreation ground for Guy Fawkes night???
There was no immediate reply. Joey lowered his paper when he heard Kevin??s stool being scraped back. He saw Kevin sinking to his knees and disappearing under the table. Before he had a chance to bend down to find out what the heck was happening, he felt Kevin repeatedly kissing the tops of his feet.
??Thank you, Sir, thank you.??
The erotic nature of the gesture caused Joey to throw instant wood. ??Pup, come up here for a minute,?? he said, pulling back his stool and patting his bare knee.
Kevin rose to his feet, never breaking the worshipful gaze that shone brightly in his eyes.
??What was all that for??? Joey asked once Kevin was settled.