Page 55 of Kill Me Again: Psychics

I responded with an exaggerated snore as we reached the top step.

“The minute hand is four-point-two meters long and weighs one hundred kilograms,” he said, laughing now.

“I’m starting to wonder,” I said as I dragged him into the bedroom, “how you ever lost your virginity.”

“Because Nathan Donohue was an even bigger nerd than I was.”

“Nathan Donohue? Should I be jealous?”

“Absolutely not. It was excruciatingly awkward as first times go. I lasted about five seconds, which would’ve been mortifying, except Nathan only lasted three.”

I laughed as I kicked off my shoes. “Not exactly love’s young dream, then?”

“No, far from it. I’ve gotten better.”

“You have,” I said, smiling. “A lot better.” Lake took that as his cue to strip. I gave myself a moment to admire his broad chest before shedding the rest of my clothes. Once my shirt hit the floor, I paused with my hands on the fastening of my trousers. “I brought you a present.”

“Yeah?” The delight in his voice made me wish it was a real one, and I resolved to fix that. “Close your eyes. Hands out in front of you.”

He looked dubious but complied. I rifled through my pockets, depositing the box and the tube I’d been carrying around all night into his palms. “You can look.”

“Condoms and lube,” he said, smiling. “You shouldn’t have.”

“No?” I went to take them back, but his hands snapped shut. “Don’t you dare.”

He placed them reverently on the bedside table as I stepped out of my trousers and underwear and threw myself on the bed. “This is a good bed. Very comfortable.”

“It was a gift,” Lake said. “From an admirer.”

“An admirer?” I kept a straight face, but it took work. “A here’s a bed, now you can fuck me in it kind of gift?”

“I think so,” Lake said. He was naked now, his cock well on its way to being hard. “I can’t think of any other reason they would have bought it for me.”

“Maybe they were worried about someone of your advanced age sleeping on a sofa which isn’t really fit for purpose.”

Lake crawled onto the bed, shaking his head. “No, I saw the look in their eyes. They were brimming over with carnal thoughts.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “Carnal thoughts, hey? They sound like someone you should perhaps stay away from. What if they’re a slut?”

“They’re not,” Lake said seriously. “They were a bit lost for a while, but sex was just a coping mechanism.”

That landed harder than expected, a lump forming in my throat. I tugged him down between my thighs, our cocks pressing together as he braced himself above me. “For the record,” I said, “you liking me isn’t going to make me run.”

“What if I fall in love with you?”

If my head hadn’t been on a pillow, it would’ve snapped back. I stared at him, momentarily rendered speechless as Lake’s cheeks predictably flooded with color. “Is that… likely?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. But if I do, I won’t be able to hide it. And that’s what comes after really liking someone, isn’t it?” He swallowed. “Now, are you going to run away?”

I lifted my head to look down at our bodies. “That’s tricky when you’re on top of me.”

“You could push me off.”

“I could.”

“Are you going to?”

Instead of answering, I kissed him. Long and deep and messy, with plenty of grinding. “Maybe after,” I said once we’d come up for air.