Chapter 48

When Frank felt Liam’s eruption, hotter than the water now reheated, hotter than his tender, ready member against his wet palm, he cried out. “Oh, Liam!” Each new blast pinging and dripping down his wet leg brought him closer to his own release. Liam fell back against the sink once spent. He panted there. His beautiful rounded belly heaved. Frank stepped one foot out of the tub, stood on tiptoe, and expelled his sticky, warm liquid into the fur there, all over Liam’s tummy. “I love you,” he said on staccato exhales.

“I love you,” Liam said, as clear as day, with no stutter between words.

As Liam played in the creamy deposit left in his fur, Frank collected what Liam had given to him. He placed it in his opposite palm, and then brought it to his mouth. He kissed the inside of his hand, as if it was the lips he so wanted. “I love you, Liam,” he said again. “Have I said it too many times now?”

“No. I will n-ever tire of h-hearing it.”