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Trucker And Pup
By Drew Hunt (drew.hunt@blueyonder.co.uk)
Chapter 7
"Now you make sure you drink all that soup, it's better than any pills the doctor could give you," Margaret Goldman said as she bustled round Joey's bedroom, dusting the already spotless chest of drawers and bedside cabinets. She then began to straighten the quilt, which to Joey's way of thinking was pointless, because as soon as he turned over, it'd be all wrinkled again. At least she'd stopped vacuuming. The noise of the Hoover had given him a headache, which he was still suffering from.
"Ma," Joey said before sneezing into his already sodden handkerchief, "Don't you think you ought to be going home? Who've you left minding dad?"
Margaret looked at her watch. "I suppose I should. Now you'll be okay won't you? You always get proper poorly when you get a cold. I'm worried it'll get to your lungs. Oy, our Frank, he was never the same after his pneumonia."
Joey gritted his teeth. He'd been confined to bed for the past three days, and he was ready to explode with the boredom and frustration of it all. "Please just go." Joey's words were replaced by a fit of coughing, Margaret thumping him on his back. "I'll be fine, I'm going to have a kip. I didn't get much sleep last night."
Margaret sighed heavily. "All right. But you eat up all your soup before it gets cold, you hear me Joey?" Wagging her finger at him.
Joey groaned inwardly. Since she'd found out about his cold on Tuesday morning, she'd gone into over-production of chicken soup and had repeatedly forced the bloody stuff down his throat at every possible opportunity. He was certain that he'd throw up if he had to swallow just one more mouthful of the yellow liquid.
"It's too hot. I'll let it cool for a bit." Pointing at the door, he said, "Now please go home, dad needs you." He sneezed. "I'll be fine. I just want to sleep."
Margaret hesitated, her hand on the knob of the bedroom door. "Just give me a ring if you need me."
"I will, thanks, ma."
Much to Joey's relief, Margaret turned the knob and stepped into the hall. Hearing the lock of his front door engage a few seconds later, Joey sank gratefully against his pillows and closed his eyes.
* * * * *
"Sir, you awake?"
Joey was wrenched from a most pleasant dream involving two leather clad men performing sexual favours on him. They had been rubbing their tight bodies against him as they bit down on his nipples with their teeth and . . .
"I've heated up the soup you left."
Joey opened his eyes to see Kevin standing there, a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. The smell hit the back of his inflamed throat and caused a wave of bile to rise from his stomach. Holding a hand over his mouth, Joey ran for the bathroom.
As he knelt on the bathroom floor, praying to the porcelain, Joey heard the door open. Looking up, he saw Kevin nervously poke his head into the room. Joey returned his attention to the toilet and expelled another mouthful of foul tasting green fluid. Kevin entered the room, went straight to the wash hand basin and ran a face cloth under the hot tap. He then wiped Joey's cold and clammy face.
"Sir, I'm so worried about you. Are you sure you don't want me to call a doctor?"
"I'm fine," Joey croaked. The regurgitated bile had left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Water."
Kevin filled a glass and held it out to Joey, who took several deep gulps, the sudden shock of the cold water causing him to retch.
Joey felt Kevin's soft caresses on his bent back, then a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. "Go back to bed, sir. I'm gonna call the doctor."
"No, I don't need a doctor." Ever since he'd been a kid - and had to go to hospital to have his right arm set in plaster when he'd fallen out of a mate's tree-house - he'd hated everything to do with the medical profession. Getting unsteadily to his feet, Joey wobbled his way back to bed. Once there, he pulled the quilt over himself, grateful to feel the warmth that was still trapped there.
"You sure, Sir, I. . . "
"For fuck's sake! I said I didn't want a bloody doctor!" To himself, Joey thought, 'Why won't people just leave me alone?' he thought, shaking his head.
Kevin quickly backed out of the room and closed the door softly behind him. "Shit!" Joey's head pounded. He shouldn't have raised his voice. Closing his eyes momentarily, he tried to stop the jack-hammer which had taken up residence in his skull.
Punching his pillows, Joey tried to get back off to sleep, but it was no use. The hurt look on Kevin's face kept floating into his mind.
Swearing under his breath, Joey got out of bed, donned his dressing gown and went in search of his pup, hoping he hadn't slunk off home.
Hearing the muted noise of the TV, Joey headed for the living room. He spied Kevin curled up at one end of the sofa, his head resting on his drawn-up knees. Joey remained in the doorway for a few moments watching the changing light from the TV screen as it played across Kevin's face. His heart began to ache. He'd hurt the most precious thing in his life. Kevin was just so sweet, constantly giving out love and expecting little in return.
Joey suddenly sneezed, which caused Kevin to jump. Kevin's moist brown eyes looked up, searching Joey's face. The older man had a good idea what he was seeking. Walking to the front of the settee, Joey sank to his knees in front of Kevin. Taking hold of his lover's hands, Joey looked up into those deep, trusting eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted at you. I know you were only trying to care for me, and I really appreciate that. I'm not myself lately, but that's no excuse."
Kevin leant forward, wrapped his thin arms around Joey's neck, giving it a tender squeeze. Letting out a deep sigh of contentment, Joey rose up and pulled Kevin into a hug. "I'm sorry." he said, hoping Kevin had forgiven him.
"Sir, this isn't right."
Joey's heart quickened.
"It should be me kneeling in front of you, not the other way round."
Joey shook his head. "Okay if I sit next to you then?"
Kevin smiled his agreement.
Joey got up from his knees. The room wasn't especially warm, and he began to shiver.
"Oh, Sir, you're cold, I wish you'd go back to bed where it's warmer. Sorry." Kevin ducked his head.
Joey kissed the top of Kevin's head, before having to turn away to sneeze. "I've spent the past two days in bed, and I'm bored out of my bloody brains."
"Do you want me to bring your duvet in here?"
"Thanks, Pup."
Joey hated being ill, the worst part being the pounding in his head. He rubbed at his forehead, trying to remember if it was time for his next dose of aspirin.
"Sir?"
Joey looked up. Kevin was standing in the doorway, the duvet in his arms.
"I'm all blocked up. Always happens when I get a cold."
Kevin frowned. "Okay, Sir, let me try something." He walked to the settee and sat at the far end. Patting his knee, he asked Joey to lie down with his head in his lap. Joey took off his dressing gown - making sure Kevin got an eyeful of his naked body - before snuggling down under the duvet.
"Close your eyes."
Joey grinned. Was Kevin's voice a little shaky? Smiling, Joey willingly submitted himself to whatever Kevin was going to do to him. Kevin pressed his fingers onto Joey's forehead, applying gentle pressure to the area just above the bridge of his nose. Kevin's fingers then glided outwards towards the temples, where he drew a number of circles.
"Wow, Pup, where'd you learn this?" Joey asked, opening his eyes. Kevin's tongue was peeking out from between his lips, his face a mask of concentration.
"That's naughty, keep those eyes closed."
"Oy, I'm meant to be the bossy one."
Kevin removed his fingers from Joey's head and looked penitent.
"Sorry, Pup, please carry on, you're doing great."
As Kevin unhurriedly performed his massage, Joey could feel a growing bulge pressing into the back of his neck. When Kevin announced that he'd finished, Joey turned round and lightly bit the lump in Kevin's pants. "What's this?"
Kevin went red. "It's, um, well."
Joey cocked an eyebrow,
"Well, um," Kevin's voice dropped to a whisper. "I got it `cause I was touching you, Sir."
"Com'ere." Despite the fact that Joey didn't want to pass on his germs, he raised himself up and tenderly kissed Kevin on the lips. "You're an angel, you know that?"
Kevin's demure smile turned Joey's insides to mush.
"Are you feeling any better, Sir?"
Joey considered the question. His headache hadn't gone away completely, but it had definitely lessened. "Yeah. Never knew my Pup had such healing hands." Joey took hold of Kevin's fingers and kissed them, causing the younger man to quiver. "I'll just go and swallow a couple of aspirin, they should see off the rest of my headache."
"It's okay, Sir, I'll go. You stay here under the quilt."
* * * * *
While Kevin was in the kitchen, someone knocked at the door. Thinking it best that he answer it - he wouldn't put it past his naked sir to greet whoever it was - Kevin called out that he'd get the door.
"Trick or treat!" A group of three kids called out. The youngest, a little girl was decked out in a witch's costume, which looked about three sizes too large for her. The pointy hat she wore kept slipping down her face. The other two kids - both boys - wore whatever the male equivalent of a witch was. The children were accompanied by a rather bored looking older boy, whose only concession to the spirit of Halloween was an illuminated plastic pumpkin, which he held in his right hand. No doubt he'd been press ganged into the task by one of the kid's parents.
"Err, I'd forgotten it was Halloween," Kevin said wondering what he could give them. He didn't think Joey would have any mini Mars bars or anything like that in the place.
"Who is it?" Kevin heard from further up the hall. 'Shit!' He pushed the door ajar and whipped round to face his lover. To his relief, Joey had put on his dressing gown.
"It's okay, it's only some trick or treaters."
"Send 'em away, I don't believe in all that American crap. We didn't have anything like that when I was a kid."
Kevin opened the door again, but he couldn't just send them away empty handed. "Sorry, I don't think we've got any sweets. Here," he dug into his pocket and gave the girl some money.
"Thanks, Mister," she said, smiling sweetly up at him.
Kevin closed the door, and turned to face Joey who was now standing next to him.
"How much you give them?"
"Only a pound, I didn't have anything smaller."
"A quid? Fuck, You know what'll happen now, they'll go round and tell all their little friends that there's a real soft bloke on the third floor. We'll be plagued by the little buggers all evening."
Squeezing past Joey, Kevin said, "You know, you sound just like your mother."
"Com'ere, ya cheeky little sod!" Joey chased a giggling Kevin into the living room. Kevin managed a couple of circuits of the settee, before Joey tackled him to the carpet and sat on his chest. After wiping his runny nose with the sleeve of his dressing gown, Joey pinned Kevin's shoulders to the floor. Kevin looked up at his lover's unkempt short hair, and his strong firm jaw, which showed a couple days worth of beard. He sprang an instant boner.
"Right, you'll pay for that comment." Joey grinned evilly, but Kevin was now so comfortable with his lover, he wasn't frightened. He knew his sir would never hurt him. In fact he could tell that Joey was keeping part of the weight of his body on his knees. However, Kevin thought it best to play along.
"Oh, Sir, don't hurt your poor innocent pup." He smiled, just to let Joey know that he was okay.
"Innocent, you?" Joey began tickling Kevin, who squirmed around, but was unable to escape. He laughed until tears began to roll down his cheeks.
When Joey stopped, Kevin took a couple of minutes to compose himself before asking, "Okay then, what would your mother have said if she'd come across those kids?"
Joey pondered for a few seconds, before a broad smile lit up his face. Kevin knew he'd won the argument. "That's neither here nor there." He leant forward and kissed Kevin tenderly on the lips before rolling to the side. Kevin lay, looking over at his lover. Despite the fact that Joey was the dominant one in their relationship, he was still capable of small acts of tenderness, which Kevin craved.
"I'm going into the kitchen to get my pills. Sit and stay!" he said, pointing to the carpet.
As well as his tender side, Kevin also thrilled when Joey indulged in role play with him.
"If anyone comes to the door, I'll get it, understand?" Joey said.
"Woof!"
Joey ruffled Kevin's hair. "There's a good pup."
* * * * *
Shaking a couple of aspirins into his palm,, Joey swallowed them with a sip of water. The horsing around with Kevin had tired him out. He hated being weak. His cold had certainly laid him low. Giving the front door a serious stare, he padded back to the living room, thankfully now much warmer; Kevin had told him that he hadn't turned up the central heating, saying it wasn't worth it just for him. Joey shook his head, knowing he'd have some serious self-confidence boosting to do.
Walking across to the settee, Joey felt Kevin's eyes watching him. Like the obedient pup that he was, Kevin had remained on the carpet as ordered. Before sitting, Joey loosened the belt of his robe, causing it to fall open. Spreading his knees, he crooked his index finger and beckoned to Kevin "Come, heel."
Kevin began to crawl towards his master. Once there, he sat back on his heels and held the backs of his hands at either side of his chest and whined.
"You been a good puppy for your master?"
"Woof, woof!"
Joey smiled. Looking down at his penis, which had risen to full hardness with all the role play, he said, "Get at it then, Pup."
Kevin moistened his lips, sank to the carpet and to Joey's surprise and total delight, began to lick the tops of his master's feet. He groaned. It was such a fucking turn on to be paid homage to like this. Joey reached down and began to rub Kevin's shoulders, whispering soft words of love.
The unhurried act of worship continued for a number of minutes, Kevin steadily licking and kissing his way up his owner's muscular legs. When Kevin bit very gently on Joey's inner thighs, the older man thought he was going to shoot his wad. Joey was aware that area of his body had always been sensitive, but up until that point, he hadn't realised exactly how sensitive.
"Fucking hell!" Joey said when he heard someone knocking at the door. Kevin raised his head, spittle hanging from his lips, and looked pleadingly up at his master. "I bloody knew this would happen."
Kevin whimpered.
"Go on then, fetch."
Kevin barked once before scampering away on his hands and knees. Joey wondered if Kevin would answer the door whilst still in character. He thought about going to check, but couldn't be bothered, he needed to cool down from his tongue washing.
Flopping against the back cushions of the sofa, Joey closed his eyes and relaxed. His eyes snapped open again when he felt wet kisses on his inner thighs. Pushing his hips out further, Joey watched his pup as he advanced towards his ultimate goal, which lay rigid and erect, flat up against Joey's abdomen. A moan of satisfaction escaped from Joey's throat when Kevin began to lick at Joey's scrotum. Opening his soft lips wider, Kevin sucked first one then the other of Joey's sensitive eggs into his warm moist mouth. Joey's pleasure increased yet further when Kevin started humming, the vibrations spreading throughout Joey's groin. "Jesus, Pup, I'm not gonna last much longer."
But it seemed Kevin wasn't ready to finish his oral treatment quite yet. Releasing the suction on his lover's left testicle, he swept his tongue further down, and began a series of broad, laving strokes along Joey's perineum. Joeys' eyes widened in shock. No one had ever done that to him before. It seemed way too much like him assuming the role of the bottom. But Joey was paralysed with pleasure. He couldn't have stopped Kevin if he'd have wanted. And he didn't want the feeling ever to end. He found to his amazement that he was raising his legs, giving Kevin even greater access to his anal region. Kevin must have sensed the unspoken permission, and he moved his tongue into Joey's arse-crack.
When Kevin's tongue made contact with Joey's tightly closed pucker, Joey's whole body went rigid. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he exclaimed.
When Joey's mind registered the fact that the ecstatic ministrations had ceased, he focused his eyes on Kevin, who was sitting back on his heels, a worried and fearful expression on his face. "Get back to work!" Joey pushed Kevin's face none too gently back against his exposed rear.
An emboldened Kevin resumed his tongue worship with greater zeal, concentrating even more on Joey's virgin sphincter. After a couple of minutes of gentle probing, Joey felt his muscle relax sufficiently to allow Kevin's tongue to enter. Joey saw stars, fireworks, nuclear explosions. His head thrashed from side to side moaning loudly and inarticulately. But through his haze of euphoria, he still managed to hear someone knocking at the front door. Joey swore and clamped his hands on Kevin's head, preventing him from pulling away. The vibrations caused by Kevin's giggles around his now fully sensitised arse lips were the final straw. Letting out a primal scream, which probably scared away the trick or treaters, Joey's cock began to erupt with massive amounts of semen.
As his climax ebbed, Joey felt more than heard Kevin choking. Looking down, he saw that somehow he'd moved his lover's face from his arse, and impaled him on his cock. Joey had no memory of performing such an action. Pulling a coughing Kevin from his penis, Joey watched as the last few weak spurts of his climax landed on Kevin's cheeks. The semen mingled with the tears that were flowing freely down Kevin's face. Joey felt guilty; he'd selfishly if unintentionally hurt his pup. Licking Kevin's wet face, Joey began to apologise profusely.
After coughing a couple more times, Kevin was able to croak out, "Don't worry, I'm okay, Sir." Clearing his throat again, he continued. "Wow, you came so much. I thought for a minute back there I was a goner." After wiping his lips with the back of his hand, Kevin smirked, "But what a way to go, eh?"
Joey smiled broadly. "Thanks, Pup. But you know I'd never hurt you intentionally. I just couldn't."
Kevin laid a hand on Joey's knee. "I know that, Sir, please don't worry."
Cupping his lover's face in his hands, Joey looked fondly down into those oh, so trusting eyes. "Pup," Joey sighed, "Thank you. I've had, well," Joey blushed, "I've had lots of men before, but you're the tops." He railed at his inability to get past all the macho crap and tell Kevin how he really felt. "Shit, I'm no good at all this."
Staring up at him, love shining in his eyes, Kevin said, "Don't worry, Sir. It was better because, well, because you realised I was doing it out of my love for you."
"I know," Joey nodded. "Thanks, Pup."
Looking fondly down at his man kneeling submissively in front of him, Joey realised that Kevin hadn't come. As he was still erect, Joey thought he might try something he'd read about. Lifting Kevin onto his lap, Joey reached for Kevin's cock and RRetracted the foreskin. Joey then rolled the loose skin over his own circumcised glans. Being Jewish, Joey had never known what it was like to have that extra piece of skin covering his cock head. For years he'd despised his parents, the rabbis, the doctors or whoever it was who'd cut him when he was a baby. The cocooning warmth of Kevin's sheath was magical. He thrilled at how the pair of them could join in such a special way. Wrapping the fingers of his right hand around the join, Joey began to slowly jerk the both of them off. He had to go slow so as not to break the connection.
When Joey mouthed, "Come for me, Pup." Kevin's body started to convulse in orgasm. Joey tightened his grip trapping all of his lover's seed inside their connected cocks. The feel of hot semen on his own cock-head brought Joey to the brink.
It only took a couple more strokes before Joey shot for the second time. The volume of semen was too great to be held captive, and it oozed around both their softening members. Joey watched in childish fascination as their combined seed continued to leak out. When the flow had abated, Joey pulled Kevin onto his chest, and kissed him deeply. As their tongues wrestled, their penile bond broke, allowing the remainder of their juices to flow freely.
"Jesus, Pup. You were fan-fucking-tastic."
"Thanks, I've never done that thing with my foreskin before, but then all the men I've been with were uncut like me."
Joey wanted to ask how many men Kevin had been with, but then he'd have to disclose his own sexual history. He was ashamed to realise that he wouldn't be able to put a figure on it. In an effort to distract himself, Joey pulled his robe closed over the pair of them, and Kevin worked his arms around Joey's back pulling himself tight against his lover's chest. As they lay in post-coital bliss another knock sounded at the door.
Joey swore softly. "I told you this'd happen."
Kevin giggled, but made no move to separate.
"You gonna answer it?"
"Nah." After licking his man's jaw, Kevin whispered "I love you so much, Sir." He then returned his head to Joey's shoulder. The older man tightened his arms around his pup, and repeated the declaration, meaning every syllable.
Within moments the only sound in the room came from Kevin's slow and regular breathing as he drifted off to sleep. As Joey had slept most of the day, he wasn't tired, so he stayed awake, gazing at the sleeping form of his lover, marvelling at how privileged he was to be given his total devotion.
* * * * *
Joey had held off going to the bathroom for as long as he could. He'd always needed to piss after cumming. Unable to wait any longer, he rolled over so Kevin was next to the back cushions of the couch. It took a couple of moments to separate their flesh, the dried semen that coated both their groins acting as a strong adhesive. Once free, Joey slipped out from under the duvet. He then made a mad dash for the bathroom, making it just in time.
* * * *
Re-entering the living room, Joey saw that Kevin was awake. He also realised the place had become overly warm and stuffy.
"Think I best turn the heat down a bit."
"Yeah," Kevin yawned.
Reaching for the thermostat, Joey turned the dial to its minimum setting, deciding it would be much cosier if he and Kevin snuggled under the duvet. As he walked towards the TV, Joey wondered where all the romantic candle lit shit was coming from. The old him would have never sat on his sofa under a duvet with a partner and just snuggled.
"There might be a decent horror film on tonight, it being Halloween," Joey said, sitting down next to Kevin.
Kevin shivered.
"You don't like horror films?"
"Uh, no, not really."
"Don't worry, I'll protect you. I'll see that none of the nasty monsters get you," Joey mocked.
"Uh, thanks, I think."
Joey chuckled. Settling on a movie that had just started, Joey pulled the quilt over the pair of them and wrapped an arm loosely around Kevin's back.
About fifteen minutes into the film, when a disembodied hand rose from an open coffin, Kevin squeaked with alarm and pressed himself up against Joey's side. "Oh God! I don't like it!"
Joey shook his head. He'd seen much scarier things than that. "Just wait till you see all the blood which they show in the next scene."
Kevin dived under the duvet, curling the top half of his body around Joey's chest.
"There, there, Pup, it's okay." Joey rubbed Kevin's back. "I was only joking. I've not seen this film before, so I don't know if there'll be any blood."
Kevin poked his head from under the quilt just as a piercing scream came out of the loudspeaker. With lightening speed he shot under the duvet again. Joey was beginning to get a little concerned. He never imagined that Kevin would have such a violent reaction.
"Hey, Pup, it's okay. It's not real you know."
"Sorry, Sir, I just don't like things like that."
"You want me to switch it off?"
Kevin hesitated. "It's your house and your TV." Joey took that to mean a yes, but he had an idea. "Wanna try something? It might help you deal with some of this scary shit."
Hesitantly, Kevin said, "Um, okay."
When the screen showed a vampire walking across a deserted moonlit street, Joey pointed to the figure. "Hey, wouldn't it be funny if that vampire was Jewish?"
Kevin looked at his lover as if he'd gone mad.
Doing his best imitation of Frankenstein, Joey said, "Oy, Mister you eaten any bacon recently? I can only drink blood that's kosher, ya know."
Kevin giggled, which prompted Joey to continue. When the vampire entered a house - which presumably was haunted -- Joey said, "Just look at all the muck in there, my mother would have a conniption if she saw it."
Every surface in the place was covered with a thick layer of dust, which stirred in the draughts coming through the ill-fitting windows. Large cobwebs hung down from the ceiling, and a black cat, its green eyes opened wide, slunk across the room.
"Yeah." Kevin seemed to be getting into the spirit. When the vampire opened a door, which creaked with the obligatory loud squeak, he said, "Those hinges could do with a spot of lubricating oil."
"Yeah. You know, I bet the place is owned by a Jew."
"Oh?" Kevin turned from the screen to look at his man.
"Well it's all dark and gloomy, there's just one low wattage bulb burning. 'Oy, why should I switch on all the lights, I know what the room looks like.' " Joey said, putting on an overly Jewish accent.
The movie soon grew boring and predictable. A no longer frightened Kevin began to yawn, and rested his head on Joey's shoulder. Deciding that there was probably little else to choose from, Joey kept watching, but things didn't get better. By the time the closing credits rolled down the screen, Joey was beginning to yawn himself, so he turned off the set with the remote control.
"Think I'll have a hot toddy, with a bit of luck it'll make me sweat out the rest of this bloody cold." He needed to get back to work. He hated all the lying around he'd done over the past three days.
"Let me do it, Sir." Kevin said, making to rise.
Joey put a hand on his pup's shoulder. "Nah, you stay here."
A naked Joey padded into the kitchen. Because he'd turned the heating off earlier, the room was like an ice box. The vinyl flooring was icy cold on his bare feet. He wished he'd put his dressing gown on, as well as his rarely used slippers.
Pulling out a half bottle of whisky from behind the fridge - his mother didn't approve of strong drink - he set about his task. His first attempt tasted foul. He pulled a face and poured the remainder down the sink.
"Sir?"
Joey turned round to see Kevin standing in the doorway, holding out his dressing gown and a pair of slippers. "Thanks, Pup." Joey said, wrapping the terry towelling robe around himself. "Thought I told you to stay under the quilt."
"Sorry, Sir, but, um, well, um, I missed you, and I knew it'd be cold in here." Kevin blushed.
"Com'ere, you." Joey gave Kevin a hug. It was so cute how the little guy was always thinking of him. "Have you any idea how to make a hot toddy? I had to chuck the last one away, it was bloody aweful."
After scanning the ingredients on the counter, Kevin asked, "Did you put honey in it?"
"Honey? I don't have any."
Kevin opened the door of the tall cupboard, and there, right at the front of the middle shelf stood a large jar of clear honey. "Here," Kevin said, putting it on the counter alongside the lemon juice, tea caddy and bottle of whisky. "I'll show you how to do it, just in case. . . " Kevin hesitated, "Well, um, just in case you want to make one when I'm not around."
Joey squeezed Kevin's shoulder. He knew what his lover was thinking. It pained him to know that the two of them couldn't live openly as a couple. What with Joey not being out to his family, it just couldn't be. Or could it? Did he have the courage to choose his romantic love, over his love for his family? Joey shuddered. He didn't have an answer, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. "Better make a drink for yourself, too. Might help you ward off my germs."
* * * * *
The two men sat on the settee, sipping their drinks. Kevin's attempt at a hot toddy was far more palatable, though Joey knew he would always prefer his whisky on the rocks. Conversation between the two of them was spasmodic. Kevin seemed to be tiring, Joey knew the man had put in a hard day at work. Parker's secretary was still off sick, and with him not being there to see fair play, Joey was fairly certain that old Parker was running his pup ragged.
Despite his best efforts, Joey's mind still kept returning to the internal debate that he'd been having over his family versus Kevin. But no matter which way he tried to organise things, he couldn't come to any satisfactory resolution.
The noise of a glass softly hitting the carpet brought Joey back to the present. Kevin was fast asleep, his mouth slightly open, a line of drool beginning to creep down his chin.
Picking up his lover's empty glass, Joey set it -- along with his own -- on the coffee table. "Guess I better carry you to bed then, huh?" Joey said, kissing Kevin's forehead. Gathering his lover in the quilt, Joey picked him up and carried him out of the room, turning the light off with his elbow as he passed the switch.
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