Page 81 of Grounding the Baker
Don’t have a wank whilst I’m gone. I want to drink all your cum as soon as I get back
Okay! He wasn’t sure what to think of that one, but he made a mental note that if he ever had a night out like this again, he was giving his phone to Milo. Before he got out of bed in search of painkillers, he replied to Austin.
Please ignore all the previous messages. Somebody stole my phone, but I have it back now xxx
Austin
I’ve not ruined you for other men? xxx
That one was me, but the rest were person or persons unknown xxx
Austin
Do you know who the guy is that wants me to fuck him against a tree and bake me chocolate orange muffins with my cum inside him? xxx
No comment! xxx
Austin sent back a string of laughing emojis, which made Liam groan again with embarrassment. They were followed by a row of hearts, which made Liam feel too many things. His body, brain, and heart were all feeling different things. His dick was hard. He wanted to die of embarrassment, and he wanted to rush home and tell Austin how he felt about him. There was only one thing he could do before he got back to Heartwood. He rolled onto his stomach and ground against the mattress, feeling a jolt of pleasure through his body with the friction. His head was still throbbing, and not just the one he gripped with his hand. He snorted at his own corny joke, and then almost had a heart attack when there was a loud knock on the door.
“Breakfast will be here in twenty minutes,” shouted Kieran. “Hurry up and finish yourself off.”
Liam felt his face heat. Had he been making a noise, or was Kieran just incredibly perceptive? Probably the latter. The guy was incredibly sex positive, and considering some of the shit he’d been through, it was admirable. Kieran could be a pain in the arse, but he was still someone Liam had a lot of admiration and respect for.
His hard-on, was now a semi, so he gave up on the idea of doing anything about it. Maybe he should save things for Austin as well. His boyfriend was a bit of a cum whore after all. Pulling himself out of bed slowly, so he didn’t keel over, he pulled on a T-shirt and opened his bedroom door. Basedon the voices coming from the living room, he was the last one up.
“He lives!” said Milo, far too loudly.
“Here,” said Hassan, passing him pills and a bottle of water.
“Is this the good stuff?”
Hassan nodded with a smile. Liam downed the pills with a swig of water.
“All of it,” said Hassan, with his stern doctor frown.
Liam downed the rest of the bottle, realising he was a lot thirstier than he thought. Hassan took the bottle off him and passed him a glass of orange juice with another stern look. Liam couldn’t help but snort.
“Have you all had this?” he asked the others.
They both nodded. Hassan was such a fusspot about them looking after themselves. The guy had been just as drunk as the rest of them last night, but looked like he’d just come back from a month-long holiday.
“How do you look so healthy?”
“I’m good at prep.”
Milo snorted. “Sorry, intrusive thoughts.”
That made them all crack up laughing. Liam downed the orange juice and was then given a cup of sweet tea. By the time he’d drunk that, breakfast had arrived, and after scoffing down a double sausage and egg McMuffin, more orange juice, and water, he was feeling semi-normal. After a shower, he was sure he could function like a human again, until Milo said something that made his head throb again.
“We’re going out for lunch. Just the two of us. There are some things we need to talk about.”
That’s what everyone wants to hear from their best friend, isn’t it?
They were havinglunch at Knights Corner. A new queer restaurant bar that had recently opened in the city. It was the first LGBTQ+ space in the square mile. At the weekend, the city was usually deserted, but Knights Corner was not only open but busy.
The hot guy, Langdon, who used to work at Madame Hoes, was one of the owners of Knights Corner. He was wearing a branded polo shirt that pulled perfectly across his sculpted physique, showing off his inked arms. Liam may have tugged a few out over the hot bartender in the past, but the guy was loved up with Eric now. They weren’t that far apart in age, with Langdon only being a few years older than Liam. He’d always felt like he’d end up with an older guy. It was something his mum had always believed as well. Given she knew Austin and his parents, Liam liked to think his mum would have been happy with how things had turned out. Liam knew he was already getting ahead of himself, but that was just who he was. He couldn’t change the fact that he fell hard and fast. Hopefully, this time it wasn’t with the wrong guy.
“Enjoy, lads. Someone will be along in a minute to take your order. Just let me know if you need anything,” said Langdon as he left them at their table.
