Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“It depends. If you have the heat on higher, you need to stir more often so they don’t burn. But on a lower heat you can get away with leaving them for a few minutes at a time.”
Dev frowned. “Then how am I supposed to know what to do?”
“Cooking isn’t an exact science.” Ewan reached around Dev for the wooden spoon to give the onions a poke. “It’s more of an art form. You can follow a recipe, sure. But there are some things you need to use your instincts for. You’ll get the hang of it with practice—like anything else.” He let go of the spoon and put his hand on Dev’s hip.
“Practice makes perfect?” Dev’s voice was a little husky.
“Yeah.” Ewan squeezed Dev’s hip and then released him.
Miraculously they were still alone in the kitchen when the curry was finally simmering in a large pan on a low heat.
Dev consulted the recipe. “So now we leave it for twenty minutes.”
“Yep.” Ewan decided to be bold. It usually worked for him. He stepped forward and took the piece of paper out of Dev’s hand, caught his gaze, and held it, quirking an eyebrow. “I had an idea for what we could do while we wait.”
Dev licked his lips nervously. “Yeah?”
“I know it’s not Friday… but I thought you might want to sneak in an extra practice session, seeing as we’ve got time to kill.”
“Practice at what?” Dev frowned.
Was Dev really that oblivious, or was he playing along? It was hard to tell, sometimes. Ewan decided to go with the direct approach. “Hand jobs? Cocksucking? I’m down for either, or a combination of the two. Or just more kissing if you prefer.”
Dev blinked and parted his lips. A sweet flush of embarrassment—or maybe arousal—swept up his neck to his cheeks. “Yeah,” he said roughly. “Any… all of that sounds good. But have we got time?”
“We can make time. With a recipe like this, the timing is flexible. If it takes us twenty-five minutes instead of twenty, the dinner’ll be fine anyway. But I can come in less than five minutes with the right incentive, so I think we’ll be okay.”
“One minute twenty-two seconds.” Dev’s lips quirked in a grin.
“Huh?”
“That’s my record. But I was pretty turned on already because I’d been watching porn. But from touching myself to coming—that’s how long it took.”
Ewan snorted and shook his head. “You timed yourself wanking? Only you, Dev.”
Dev shrugged, still flushed but looking rather pleased with himself. “I was interested to know.”
“Well, I can’t promise to make you come in less than one minute twenty-two, but I can have a bloody good try. Come on.” Ewan took Dev’s hand and tugged him towards the kitchen door. “Let’s go and work up an appetite.”
They hurried up the stairs to Ewan’s room and arrived breathless. Ewan shut and locked the door behind them, then pushed Dev up against the wall and kissed him.
Dev groaned, responding immediately with his hands on Ewan’s hips, pulling him closer. Dev clearly wanted this just as much as Ewan did.
Ewan reached for the hem of Dev’s T-shirt and pulled it up, breaking the kiss to mutter, “Off.”
Dev helped when the fabric got stuck on the frames of his glasses, wriggling free and putting his glasses aside before helping Ewan get out of his T-shirt too. They kissed some more, all warm skin on warm skin and hands everywhere.
Dev was the first to go for the crotch. He cupped Ewan’s dick, stroking him through his jeans, finding the shape of Ewan’s shaft with clever fingers and rubbing at the head until Ewan moaned, arching into his touch.
“I want to suck you again.” Dev murmured, his lips grazing Ewan’s cheek.
“God, yes please.” Where had the shy, uncertain boy from their first encounters gone?
Dev was already undoing Ewan’s buttons, and Ewan went for Dev’s trousers, doing the same. They stumbled towards the bed, shoving clothes off awkwardly. Dev almost tripped on his trouser legs, but Ewan held up him. Finally they collapsed onto Ewan’s bed in an ungainly sprawl and went right back to kissing.
Ewan was on his back, with Dev kneeling over him, and as Dev started to work his way down, kissing and licking and sucking, Ewan had a genius idea.
“I know what we should try. It wasn’t on your list, but we should sixty-nine. It’s really hot, and it’s time efficient.” Really, Ewan didn’t give a fuck about efficiency; he just wanted the dual deliciousness of Dev in his mouth while Dev wrapped his gorgeous lips around Ewan’s dick.
“I like efficient.” Dev raised his head to grin at him.
“I knew you would.”
“So, how do we…?”
“Turn around, so I can get at you while you suck me. Or we can both lie on our sides if you prefer.” That might feel less exposing for a novice. Ewan remembered the first time he’d straddled someone else’s face; he’d been pretty self-conscious about what the other guy could see. With them on their sides, Dev’s arse wouldn’t be quite so on display.