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If asked, Humphrey wouldn’t admit that he hated July but as he sat staring at the blinking cursor on his laptop he realise that he really hated July. So many things to complete before the end of the school year and the pressure was on for him to finish these staff reports by tomorrow.
“Humph your dinner is getting cold.” James stared at his fiancé and couldn’t help but frown at the weary look that dominated his features. Looking down at his plate, and then across the table at the other plate, James sighed before standing up. He picked up Humphrey’s plate, along with the cutlery and the glass of wine and cross from the kitchen-diner into the livingroom, setting the food and the wine down on the coffee table.
“James I…”
“You need to eat and you’re clearly not willing to be parted from your laptop any time soon so…” Humphrey turned his gaze to his lover, blue eyes meeting red-rimmed blue eyes and then sighed, knowing that James was right. He’d been sitting at his laptop since he had gotten home at four and James had pushed dinner back at his request, so now it was pushing eight- thirty and he was still elbow deep in staff reports.
“I’m sorry I just need to get these finished before tomorrow.”
“It’s okay. I get it and I’m not angry. I just need you to eat something if you’re going to work all night.” James explained before pressing a soft kiss to the ruffled curls atop Humphrey’s head. “I’m going to finish my dinner and then grab a shower and probably turn in early and read my book in bed. I don’t want to disturb you with the television on down here.” James explained, fingers settling on the back of Humphrey’s neck, massaging the column of flesh and causing the younger man to groan at the sensation.
“That feels good.”
“Come to bed before midnight and I’ll wake you with a treat in the morning.” James promised, trying to incentivise Humphrey into actually coming to bed at a normal hour.
“I will. I promise.” James caught a finger under Humphrey’s chin and tipped his head back before bending down and pressing his lips to the younger man’s, mouth immediately opening to allow James’ questing tongue to probe and explore the warm wet cavity below him. “No later than midnight baby.” James reminded his fiancé before heading back to the dining table and finishing his dinner, his gaze straying every so often to Humphrey to ensure he was eating whilst he worked.
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With dinner finished with, James had washed up and tidied round, ensuring that everything was clean and put away before he switched off the light. He entered the living room and stood behind the sofa for a moment, just watching as Humphrey typed away on his laptop, his back hunched over the coffee table. Glancing at the clock James noted it was a little after nine-thirty which meant that Humphrey had been sitting hunched for the best part of five hours.
“Humph how many more have you got to do?” The question was soft as to not interrupt his thought flow and James stood patiently waiting for his lover to stop typing.
“Two. Well three technically. And then my self evaluation.” Humphrey admitted with a sigh and ran his long fingers through his hair.
“Humph you’ve been writing your self assessment for three weeks. You said it was finished.” James settled a hand on Humphrey’s neck once more and began to again massage the column of muscle, fingers digging into the tense knots that were forming across his neck and shoulders.
“It is, but I was thinking it might need something else.”
“It doesn’t. I’ve read it. Thomas has read it. It’s brilliant.” James reminded him and then smirked at the sigh that left Humphrey’s body. “Baby this is too much. They can’t expect you to do all of this in just a couple of nights. You have over fifty staff, how can you be expected to summarise an entire academic year for every person without the proper time?” Humphrey stiffened at the comment and James paused, wondering what caused the reaction until Humphrey began to speak.
“Okay so maybe they gave me until Monday but I wanted them out of the way because I wanted to spend the long weekend with you without work getting in the way.” James felt his heart swell at the confession and couldn’t help but fall a little bit more in love with the man he had agreed to marry nearly a year ago.
“Humphrey Bone you are ridiculously sweet and I love you.” James admitted with no trace of anxiety or nervousness or self loathing. “Three reports could be finished in the morning. I suggest you save all your work and come take a shower with me.”
“Tempting. Very tempting. However if I knuckle down and finish these three reports then I can spend tomorrow morning in bed getting you dirty enough that we have to shower together so I can scrub your hard to reach areas.” James snorted at his lover, especially at the wiggling eyebrows in an attempt to be lascivious.
“You can scrub my hard to reach areas any time baby.” James promised, leaning down to kiss his fiancé senseless, pulling back only when he could feel Humphrey’s muscles melt a little at the contact. “I’m going to shower and then read in bed. Any later than midnight and my hard to reach areas are off limits.” James chuckled before pressing a swift kiss to Humphrey’s forehead and then heading for the stairs, leaving his lover once more hunched over the coffee table, typing away.
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Freshly showered, James wandered into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and crossed the room to open the window a little. The warm July air coupled with the temperature of the shower was making him a little sweaty, and that wasn’t what he wanted after a shower to freshen himself up.
With the window on the latch and the bedroom blinds closed, James sat himself on the end of the bed and allowed the cool air that was now wafting through the room to dry his body. The prickle of the air evaporating the water droplets made him shiver and he could feel a small line of goose-pimples forming on his forearms. He enjoyed the sensation for a few more moments until he was pretty sure that everything above and below the lines of the towel were dry.
Now fully dry and the used towel discarded into the washing hamper, James applied deodorant and then toyed with the idea of what to wear for bed. As set in his ways as he usually was, he found that with the temperature still being warm, and the fact that Humphrey was like a furnace in bed, James decided to forgo his usual bottoms and a t-shirt in favour of just a pair of comfortable boxer shorts. Adjusting the open window so it was at a more acceptable open width for them to leave it open all night, James climbed onto the bed and settled himself against his pillows atop of the duvet. The cool of the sheets and pillows felt nice against his bare back and legs so he spent a moment just enjoying that sensation, especially as his side of the bed was closest to the window and therefore the breeze caught him first.
Picking up his reading glasses and his book from the bedside table, James opened it at his bookmark and lost himself to the descriptions of battle printed on the page, only the soft glow of his bedside lamp and the ruffle of the breeze to accompany him.
The noise of footsteps coming up the stairs brought James out of his book, and glancing at the clock on the dresser across the room he could see that it read 11:45. James couldn’t help but roll his eyes and shake his head in exasperation at his lover; Humphrey was the epitome of cutting it fine no matter what they did, unlike James who believed that five minutes early was still in fact late. He listened as the outer door to the bathroom was used and then heard the shower switch on, and James watched only catching the merest flashes of flesh through the open bathroom door from the bedroom. James watched clothes be dunked into the hampers in the bathroom before Humphrey’s head and bare torso appeared around the door frame.
“Oh you’re still awake.”
“Yeah I was reading and got caught up in the drama of it. Didn’t realise the time.” James explained and felt his heart beat a little faster at the soft smile that graced his lover’s face. “Did you manage to get everything finished?”
“Yeah. I’m just gonna have a quick shower and then I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” Humphrey disappeared back into the bathroom and James smiled before going back to his book, the sound of the shower creating a nice background noise.
Within what felt like minutes, Humphrey was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, a towel haphazardly clutched around his waist and water droplets clinging to his chest hair. James set his book down on the bed beside his thigh and settled back into his pillows to watch his lover dry himself before grabbing a pair of boxer shorts from the drawer. Humphrey threw his towel into the hamper before approaching the bed, but not onto his side like James expected, but to the bottom of the bed, kneeling on the edge at James’ feet.
“Can I…” Humphrey gestured to James with a wave of his hand and James quirked an eyebrow before smiling and beckoning him close. Humphrey didn’t need any encouragement and practically launched himself at his lover, his head resting in James’ chest with his entire body cradled between James’ deceptively strong thighs.
“Want a cuddle?” James asked with a small chuckle, using the hand not currently cradling Humphrey’s head to remove his glasses and placed them on the bedside table.
“Mhm.” Was Humphrey’s affirmative noise and James couldn’t help but smile as his fingers threaded through the silky and slightly damp curls of his fiancé. Humphrey’s warm breath was fanning across James’ chest and his body still held the slight dampness from the shower, but as he carded his fingers through the curls atop of Humphrey’s head, James couldn’t find it in him to car. This was what life was all about, spending these moments together- cherishing each other and building their love and life together. “Love you.”
“Love you too sweetheart. Do you want to climb into bed or are you happy like this for a bit longer?” James asked, picking up the book he had discarded by his thigh and managing to slide the bookmark in at the appropriate page before laying it to rest on the bedside table beside his glasses.
“Happy like this. Need the connection. Want your skin.” Humphrey mumbled, burrowing his face a little more into James’ chest and enjoying the way the curls on James’ chest tickled his nose.
“You can have this all night if you need it.” James explained, allowing his free hand to settle on Humphrey’s bare back, fingers repeatedly sliding the length of his back in soothing motions. “It’s been a long week and we haven’t made too much time for each other.” James admitted and Humphrey mumbled his agreement into the skin of James’ chest, lips pressing a kiss to the warm skin as he inhaled the unique scent that was his fiancé.
“M’sorry. Hate July. Too busy.” Humphrey murmured before wiggling his body lightly against James’, his hand coming to rest on the older man’s chest, his palm directly over his nipple. Fingertips pressed into the flesh as James’ hand continued to slide down Humphrey’s spine, but this time allowing his own fingertips to brush just under the waistband of Humphrey’s boxer shorts. “Can I suck you?” Humphrey asked softly, his hand moving from James’ pec down his side and to the waistband of his boxers.
“If you want to.” James murmured equally as softly, the fingers of one hand still carding through his lover’s soft curls whilst the other teased the sensitive skin at the bottom of his spine leading to the crack of his behind.
“Mmmm maybe. That feels nice.” Humphrey murmurs, wiggling his behind a little in the hopes that James will continue the touch. James smirked at Humphrey’s movements, knowing exactly what the younger man was wanting. James had to admit that he enjoyed when Humphrey was feeling needy, it didn’t happen often- only usually after he had been incredibly stressed- and it had taken Humphrey a while to admit that he was feeling needy in the beginning. But James wasn’t the same man he was when they first met, and his confidence in himself and his bedroom skills had grown exponentially which meant he could give his lover what he needed.
“Humph do you need me to take care of you?” The question was soft, James having dipped his head so that his lips were brushing Humphrey’s forehead. He received no verbal reply from the younger man but he felt him nod him head against his chest. “Okay baby I’ll give you what you need.” James pressed a kiss to Humphrey’s forehead. “You wanna stay like this?”
“Yes please.”
“Think you can straddle my lap? I want to kiss your beautiful lips.” James requests and Humphrey nods before he begins shuffling around until he is straddling James’ thighs, their crotches pressed together. Even though neither man was more than half-hard at this moment in time, they both enjoyed the sensation of being pressed together but only separated by two thin layers of cotton. “You feel good in my lap sweetheart.” James pressed his lips against Humphrey’s, smiling when he felt the younger man sigh and melt into the kiss- even though he kept the pace languid, James opened his mouth and enjoyed the soft keening noise Humphrey made when James slid his tongue into his mouth, repeatedly. James traced every line of Humphrey’s tongue along with adding teasing licks to the roof of his mouth too whilst his hands slid back down Humphrey’s smooth back and under the waistband of his boxer shorts.
“Mmhmm.” Humphrey moaned around James’ tongue as he felt his large hands grasp his buttocks, squeezing the flesh and pressing their groins tighter together. “Feels good.” Humphrey moaned and then shuddered a little as he felt James’ index finger brush across his hole. “Want that.” Humphrey moaned before burying his face into James’ neck and pressing his bearded face into the soft, slightly stubbled, skin.
One thing that James could do very well was take direction, and in the bedroom was no different. If he knew Humphrey enjoyed something, it had implied he would like something then James wanted to ensure that his lover received it. He removed one hand from Humphrey’s boxer shorts and chuckled at the whine the younger man gave but quickly soothed him with his words.
“I’m just getting some lube. Take your boxers off for me sweetheart.” Humphrey pulled his face from James’ neck and looked into his eyes, smiling softly when he saw just how deep blue his fiancés eyes were.
“You too. Want to feel you.” James smiled and leant forward, pressing a peck to Humphrey’s lips before nodding his acceptance. Humphrey shuffled back on his knees until he could step off the bed, removing his boxers in one tug and leaving them on the end of the bed. He watched with eager, if not exhausted, eyes as James slid out of his own before retaking his position and beckoning Humphrey to climb astride his lap once more. This time it was Humphrey’s turn to press his lips to James’, tongue immediately seeking its mate as he felt James circle a slippery digit around his hole. “No teasing. Need you.” Humphrey breathed against James’ mouth before capturing his lips once more as James slid a long finger inside him, dipping it smoothly in and out of Humphrey. “Fuck.”
“You feel good. Love to feel you around my fingers. I want you to guide me on this, let me know when you can take another.” James cooed but raised an eyebrow when Humphrey immediately asked for another finger.
“I wanted to suck your cock, now I think I’d rather have you fuck me into this mattress slow and deep.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. You said you’d take care of me. I need to feel you.” Humphrey explained before capturing James’ lips once more, sliding both arms around the older man’s neck and rocking their groins together whilst also impaling himself on the two fingers James currently had inside him.
“Okay sweetheart.” James kissed him one last time before removing his fingers from Humphrey’s body. “God you look so good above me. Gonna look better underneath me though.” Humphrey only sighed in contentment at James’ words before he allowed himself to be manhandled onto the bed and onto his back, his body soft and pliable, his eyes drinking in the flex of James’ muscles.
“James.” Humphrey breathed, the name long and drawn out and he didn’t know what he was asking for but he knew that he wanted James to touch him.
“I know.” Humphrey watched with lazy curiosity as James gathered more lube and then his body was stretching to accommodate three of James’ large fingers, the initial burn so familiar to him now before his body relaxed at the age old feeling of being filled by the beautiful man knelt between his thighs. “You feel so good Humph. Can’t wait to be inside you.” James cooed as he brushed a fingertip across Humphrey’s prostate, making the younger man gasp and shiver at the sensation. He repeated the motion again and again and watched as Humphrey’s cock grew impossibly hard between them, laying flat against his stomach, the head dark and weeping. “This all for me? Mmmm.” James leant down and licked a stripe from the base of Humphrey’s cock right up to the head and leaving a suckling kiss on the tip, enjoying the taste of his lover.
“Fuck.”
“Turn over for me Humph.” Humphrey didn’t question the order, just rolled himself onto his stomach and then tilting his hips to accommodate the folded pillow James tucked under him. He didn’t have time to get himself comfortable before he felt James pressing into him, filling him in one smooth thrust and then stilling his hips.
“Jesus fuck!” Humphrey moaned and James couldn’t help but smile, moving himself so that he was pressed against Humphrey’s back, balanced on his forearms.
“Slow and deep sweetheart.” James murmured into Humphrey’s ear, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin before his lips pressed to his shoulder, James’ moustache and end of day stubble scratching at his skin. At his fiancé’s nod of agreement James pulled himself out of Humphrey almost all the way before slowing sliding back inside all the way, not stopping until his hips were pressed tight against Humphrey’s backside.
“Hnnnggg!” James figured he’d hit the right spots judging by the unintelligible noises Humphrey was making so repeated the deep stroke, keeping his movements slow and smooth but pushing everything he had into Humphrey. James let his lips continue to kiss and nibble at the pale skin of Humphrey’s shoulder, enjoying the way the red marks blossomed like flowers, a beautiful accompaniment to the moles that dotted the pale skin of his back.
“God you feel so good. I love you so much.” James murmured into Humphrey’s ear, sliding an arm underneath his chest to press Humphrey to his chest whilst he whispered in his ear. “What do you need baby?”
“Harder. I want to feel you tomorrow.” Humphrey moaned, pressing his bum back against James, loving how deep his fiancé was. “I want to come just from this.” Humphrey groaned and James felt a tingle of pleasure trickle down his spine at his words but knew exactly what he needed to do to achieve Humphrey’s request. Removing his arm from underneath Humphrey, James pushed himself up onto his hands and then shuffled back a little further so that he could reset his knees into a more suitable stance before gripping Humphrey’s hips and enjoying the view of the smooth expanse of pale back laid out before him.
“Don’t think Humph, just feel.” James coached as he pulled his hips back and then angled them slightly as he slid inside, strong enough that Humphrey jolted a little up the bed.
“Fuck!” James enjoyed the profanity coming from his lover and repeated the thrust only this time repeating at a quicker pace, not allowing Humphrey to get too settled into the feeling of James brushing against his prostate and slamming deep into him. James’ hips worked faster and faster, slamming repeatedly into his lover, and occasionally looking down to watch as he slid out of the pink slightly puffy flesh that was gripping him so beautifully, only to watch himself disappear twice as quickly accompanied by the broken moans of the man beneath him. “Close! J…Jame… uh James, please.” James tightened his grip and put everything he had into the next few thrusts, knowing that it would t take much more for Humphrey with the way he was rhythmically clenching around him. James figured it probably wouldn’t take much more for him either if the ache in his balls and the electric shocks pooling in the bottom of his spine were anything to go by.
“Come on. I want to feel you cum on my cock!” James grunted and that seemed to be the match to the tinder as every muscle in Humphrey’s body seemed to spasm and James had to clench his teeth at the pressure, trying to keep a rhythm and bring Humphrey through his orgasm.
“Ugh mmhmm Ja… Jame… James!” Hearing his name being uttered so desperately, the words so broken finished him off and James slammed into Humphrey once more before his own world exploded, emptying himself inside the scorching hot hole of his lover.
“Fuck Humph. Jesus…. I… I mean… ugh.” James gave up trying to form words as his brain shorted and everything became white and deafening. The sound of his heart thudding in his ears, the dull roar of blood rushing around his body as it experienced the closest thing to nirvana James believed was possible.
Slumping forward, James caught himself on his hands so he was hovering above Humphrey, his sweaty chest to brushing his back as he pressed his cheek between the younger man’s shoulder blades.
“You…are…amazing.” James gasped, pressing a quick kiss to the sweaty skin as he attempted to get his breathing under control. “You okay?”
“No I think I’ve died. I think you’ve fucked me to death.” Humphrey stated with a giggle that lead to a snort and then more giggles and James couldn’t help but chuckle along with him.
“You wanted to feel it tomorrow. I was just fulfilling that request. Don’t move Humph, let me get a flannel.” Humphrey groaned at the feeling of James leaving his body but didn’t move from his position face down on the bed, his body still trembling both from the force of his orgasm and the occasional giggle that still escaped.
James entered the bedroom on slightly wobbly knees and paused at the side of the bed to admire Humphrey’s form. He ran a hand through Humphrey’s sweaty curls before continuing the touch along his back and down to his bum, parting his cheeks and running the warm damp flannel across the puffy ring- feeling a bit possessive as he watched his own spend slowly leak out, like he had physically laid claim to the man sprawled across the bed.
“You admiring your handiwork?” Humphrey asked, turning his head and watching as James cleaned him up before tapping him on the bum to get him to shuffle across the bed and off the now cum soaked pillow that had been under his hips.
“I certainly am. Makes me feel like I’ve laid claim to you when I watch my cum leaking out of you.” James admitted, a slight blush staining his cheeks.
“Oh you sweet-talker you!” Humphrey mocked and James tutted before throwing his previously discarded boxers shorts at him. “Love you.”
“Love you too, you menace.” James chuckled as he wandered back to the bathroom, the used flannel in one hand and his boxers in the other.
With them both settled in bed and all of the lamps extinguished, Humphrey had his head pillowed on James’ chest and his right leg thrown over James’ thighs, pressing a kiss to the skin closest to his lips.
“Sooooo…. Seeing as I was a good boy and came to bed before midnight. Do I still get my morning treat?” James snorted into the dark of the room but reasoned that a deal was a deal.
“You’ve been a very good boy so yes you still get your treat, and you still get to scrub my hard to reach areas.”
“Those are the areas I love the most.” Humphrey murmured, pressing another kiss to the skin of James’ chest before allowing himself to slip off into dreamland, James following very swiftly behind him.