watching him steadily. Jules switched on the loudspeaker and lay the phone on the pillow between them.
The nurse said, "Oh, Jules, Nicole's doing brilliant." He recognized her voice: it was the one called Emma. "Temperature's still normal and she's just gone back to sleep after a feed. She had a good appetite this morning. Making up for lost time, I think."
"Has she been crying much?"
"No, just doing her happy little squeaks and squeals. She's going to be a singer, isn't she? We'll all be seeing her on telly in twenty years' time."
Twenty years of a life that Nicole had almost lost before it had begun. Jules felt a sudden rush of emotion and had to blink to keep tears out of his eyes.
He said, "So she can come home?"
"We'll have to wait and see what the registrar says, but as long as her lumbar puncture's clear today I expect it will be a yes. Mrs. Acharya will be round between ten and eleven as usual."
Jules thanked her and ended the call. To Mark he said, "If Nicole wasn't asleep, I would have asked if we could talk to her."
Mark laughed. "I can just imagine her lying there listening to your voice on the phone and chirping back to you." His voice was gentle, almost loving. He blushed a little and turned away as if he was thinking of what had happened between them in the night. "I'll drive you over there. What do you want first, shower or coffee?"
"I'll make the coffee. You can take a shower."
He watched Mark get out of bed. Mark had put his white briefs back on and they cradled his heavy cock. It looked semi-hard. There were freckles all over his body. Even his thighs were spotted with them. Like a lion, Jules thought, or a ginger cat.
As Mark padded down the hall, Jules sprang out of bed. He went to the kitchen, threw some coffee beans into the grinder and when they were done, started the coffee maker. Then he grabbed a couple of small foil packets from the bedroom and headed for the bathroom.
The door was closed but not locked. Mark was in the shower, facing the wall. He hadn't heard Jules above the noise of the water. The clear sliding door was already steamed over but Jules could see his arms moving as he soaped his torso.
Jules stripped off his briefs and dropped them beside Mark's on the floor. His cock stood out, stiff and proud. He could hear Mark humming softly to himself as he washed.
He eased the door open. The humming stopped and Mark turned his head but he made no objection. Jules slipped in behind him, pressing up against Mark's back as he closed the door. One arm snaked around Mark's waist, the hand lying flat on the layer of soft flesh that still hid his abs despite the gym work. His other hand dropped the foil packets into the soap holder and then turned Mark's head a little more so they could kiss.
Warm water ran over both of their bodies as their lips met and their tongues began to explore. Jules's hands roamed over Mark's torso, pinching and squeezing a nipple, waking Mark's cock without touching it.
Mark reached back and ran his hand up the outside of Jules's thigh. Jules didn't let him turn around but pressed more firmly against his back, his cock hardening against Mark's buttocks. He shifted a little, working it into the vertical crease between Mark's cheeks so that its head rested against the base of Mark's spine.
Gripping Mark's thighs and pulling him back, Jules began to move his cock up and down in the crease, lubricated by the warm running water. Mark's cock was standing out stiff now, arching up at the tip. Jules moved so that his balls pressed against the rim of Mark's hole.
"Oh, God. Fuck me," Mark whispered.
"Are you going to be my guy?"
"You know I am. I already am."
Jules reached for the condom packet, tore it open and rolled the latex onto his cock. He squeezed a little lube from the other sachet and spread it over the sheath, leaning forward to shelter it from the falling water. Then with no further preparation he positioned the head against Mark's hole, lingered there
The nurse said, "Oh, Jules, Nicole's doing brilliant." He recognized her voice: it was the one called Emma. "Temperature's still normal and she's just gone back to sleep after a feed. She had a good appetite this morning. Making up for lost time, I think."
"Has she been crying much?"
"No, just doing her happy little squeaks and squeals. She's going to be a singer, isn't she? We'll all be seeing her on telly in twenty years' time."
Twenty years of a life that Nicole had almost lost before it had begun. Jules felt a sudden rush of emotion and had to blink to keep tears out of his eyes.
He said, "So she can come home?"
"We'll have to wait and see what the registrar says, but as long as her lumbar puncture's clear today I expect it will be a yes. Mrs. Acharya will be round between ten and eleven as usual."
Jules thanked her and ended the call. To Mark he said, "If Nicole wasn't asleep, I would have asked if we could talk to her."
Mark laughed. "I can just imagine her lying there listening to your voice on the phone and chirping back to you." His voice was gentle, almost loving. He blushed a little and turned away as if he was thinking of what had happened between them in the night. "I'll drive you over there. What do you want first, shower or coffee?"
"I'll make the coffee. You can take a shower."
He watched Mark get out of bed. Mark had put his white briefs back on and they cradled his heavy cock. It looked semi-hard. There were freckles all over his body. Even his thighs were spotted with them. Like a lion, Jules thought, or a ginger cat.
As Mark padded down the hall, Jules sprang out of bed. He went to the kitchen, threw some coffee beans into the grinder and when they were done, started the coffee maker. Then he grabbed a couple of small foil packets from the bedroom and headed for the bathroom.
The door was closed but not locked. Mark was in the shower, facing the wall. He hadn't heard Jules above the noise of the water. The clear sliding door was already steamed over but Jules could see his arms moving as he soaped his torso.
Jules stripped off his briefs and dropped them beside Mark's on the floor. His cock stood out, stiff and proud. He could hear Mark humming softly to himself as he washed.
He eased the door open. The humming stopped and Mark turned his head but he made no objection. Jules slipped in behind him, pressing up against Mark's back as he closed the door. One arm snaked around Mark's waist, the hand lying flat on the layer of soft flesh that still hid his abs despite the gym work. His other hand dropped the foil packets into the soap holder and then turned Mark's head a little more so they could kiss.
Warm water ran over both of their bodies as their lips met and their tongues began to explore. Jules's hands roamed over Mark's torso, pinching and squeezing a nipple, waking Mark's cock without touching it.
Mark reached back and ran his hand up the outside of Jules's thigh. Jules didn't let him turn around but pressed more firmly against his back, his cock hardening against Mark's buttocks. He shifted a little, working it into the vertical crease between Mark's cheeks so that its head rested against the base of Mark's spine.
Gripping Mark's thighs and pulling him back, Jules began to move his cock up and down in the crease, lubricated by the warm running water. Mark's cock was standing out stiff now, arching up at the tip. Jules moved so that his balls pressed against the rim of Mark's hole.
"Oh, God. Fuck me," Mark whispered.
"Are you going to be my guy?"
"You know I am. I already am."
Jules reached for the condom packet, tore it open and rolled the latex onto his cock. He squeezed a little lube from the other sachet and spread it over the sheath, leaning forward to shelter it from the falling water. Then with no further preparation he positioned the head against Mark's hole, lingered there
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