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)
“Whoa. I thought you two were supposed to be revising.”
“We are. This is Mac’s reward for telling me about the impact of climate change.” Jez looked up, his hair messy from Mac’s hands and his lips wet from kissing. He clocked the expression on Dev’s face. “Did you fix things with Ewan, then? You look like you just won the lottery.”
“I feel like it. And yes, we fixed things.”
“That’s awesome, Dev. Good for you.”
“Nice one,” Mac agreed, holding out his fist for Dev to bump. His cheeks were flushed and he looked a little glazed.
“I’ll, um, let you get on with your revision, then.” Dev gestured at their books. “Although I think maybe you should take this upstairs, given your revision techniques.”
“We will later,” Jez assured him. “If I can list all the ways to combat global warming, then I get a blow job, so we’ll definitely go elsewhere for that.”
Dev chuckled as he left them to it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The only thing that got Ewan through the next couple of days was the thought of seeing Dev on Friday night. His essay was a tricky one to write, and after scrapping several paragraphs, and rewriting them he was losing the will to live by Thursday evening.
A text from Dev was enough to make him smile.
Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Do you want to come round here? I’ll cook you dinner.
Sounds great, Ewan replied. What time?
7.30 okay with you?
Sure.
How’s the essay going?
Ewan groaned aloud. Don’t ask.
Oh dear. That bad?
Yeah, but it’s nearly done now. Ewan sighed, glaring at the words on his screen. Just another two thousand words to go.
Good luck. See you tomorrow.
Thanks. Ewan added a kiss. Because fuck it, Dev was his boyfriend now. He was allowed to be soppy.
He got two kisses and a smiley face back. Ewan grinned. Tempting though it was to carry on this text exchange, the sooner he got this fucking essay done, the sooner he could sleep. He wanted all his energy for tomorrow.
An image of Dev fucking himself on the blue dildo flashed across Ewan’s consciousness and his cock took an interest.
“Down, boy,” Ewan muttered. Ignoring his semi, he got back to work.
Mac opened the door to Ewan on Friday night, and he broke into a welcoming smile. “Hi, come in.”
“Hi.”
“He’s in the kitchen,” Mac said. “There was a cooking crisis, so he couldn’t come to the door.”
“Sounds ominous. Okay. I’ll go and find him.”
“Oh, and Ewan?” Mac put a hand on his arm and his voice was earnest. “I’m glad you two worked things out.”
“Thanks.” Ewan grinned, happiness filling his chest. “Me too.”
The kitchen was hot and condensation coated the inside of the windows. Dev was alone in there, stirring something in a pan while another pan hissed on the back burner as it boiled over.
“Need a hand?” Ewan asked.
“No. It’s all under control.” Dev didn’t look up. His arse wiggled as he stirred.
“You might want to turn that back ring down.”
“Yes, I’ve got it. Thanks.” Dev spared a hand to do that before starting to stir frantically again.
He obviously couldn’t leave what he was cooking, so Ewan went to him. He stood behind Dev and put his hands on his hips. “Hi.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Dev’s neck.
“Hi.” Dev’s voice was softer as he turned so Ewan could reach his lips for another brief kiss. Then Dev turned back to his cooking.
Ewan looked over his shoulder. “What are we having?”
“Macaroni cheese. It sounded easy.”
His disgruntled tone made Ewan chuckle. “It’s easy if you buy the sauce, but making it from scratch is a little harder.”
“You don’t say. It’s gone all lumpy.” Dev poked at one of the lumps with his spoon, trying to break them up, but it didn’t work.
“It’ll still taste good. Are you sure I can’t help?”
“No. Everything else is done. We’re having it with salad, and I’ve already grated the cheese for the topping. Do you want to help yourself to a drink? I got some beer, or there’s lemonade if you prefer. Second shelf down in the fridge.”
“Do you want anything?”
“Lemonade, please.”
Ewan fetched a can of lemonade for each of them.
Dev’s cheeks were pink from exertion and his glasses had steamed up. He looked like he could do with cooling down.
“Can I open a window?” Ewan asked. “It’s boiling in here.”
“Yes. Please.”
Cool air rushed in as Ewan opened the window wide. “That’s better.”
He kept out of Dev’s way as Dev finished cooking. The sauce was pretty lumpy, but once mixed with the macaroni, it wasn’t too obvious. Dev put some frozen peas on to boil before pouring the pasta and sauce into an ovenproof dish. He sprinkled a mixture of cheese and what looked like breadcrumbs on the top.
“That looks great.”
“It’s supposed to make a crispy topping.” Dev studied the recipe he’d printed out. “But the breadcrumbs were a bugger to make without a food processor. Okay. Now I just need to put it under the grill for a few minutes, and it will be done.”