Chapter 47

I bet you usually work at weekends too, am I right?”

Bryan

ignored the question, especially as the answer would have been yes. “I want

adventure, Phiz!” He thought he sounded bold and assertive, though was worried

when Phiz flinched a little. “I want what you want, don’t I?”

“I

thought so. I hoped so.”

“There

you are!” Bryan patted his lap. “Come here, then.”

“Bryan.

It doesn’t happen like that.”

“You

like me?”

Phiz

nodded. “You know I do.”

“And

the kissing.”

“Yeah.”

“So

let’s do some more.”

“Bryan.”

But

Phiz let himself be tugged down onto the seat, to be perched on Bryan’s lap.

The kitchen chair squeaked: it wasn’t really built for two people. Bryan kissed

Phiz again, pulling him as close as possible. He ran his hands over his arse.

Wriggled an emboldened hand down the back of Phiz’s jeans. They were that

low-slung style that everyone younger than Bryan seemed to wear and the

waistband slipped down quite easily to Phiz’s hips. He was wearing black,