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.Breathless, I collapsed onto the table, panting."Holy shit."He rubbed a hand up and down my back and withdrew slowly.I heard him take off the rubber,then he kissed my shoulder."Oh, yeah."I stood and turned, chewing on my bottom lip.When I looked up, I found him watching me.Ididn't remember post-sex moments being quite so awkward before."Dan, I -- "Dan put a finger on my lips, quieting me."Philip.No explanations are needed.I want this tocontinue.Hell, I'd love to make it more than just casual fucking, but if you don't want that, I'mfine with it."Smiling behind his finger, I lowered his hand."I was gonna say that I suck at relationships, butI'd like to give this one a chance.""Oh." He grinned."Cool."I draped my arms around his neck and tugged him down for a kiss, whispering on his lips."I'mgrouchy in the mornings and tend to steal the covers.""I leave the top off the toothpaste most of the time."I laughed and kissed him hard."I think we'll manage."Another Fine Mess - 141A Joy Good IdeaBy Syd McGinleyA Jolly Good Idea is a sequel to “Not Sir” which appeared in Put Some English on It.It’s been a year since Hugh’s dad died.Hugh was horribly stoic about it, but I was on eggshellsfor months.He never mentioned his dad except in business related matters, but Hugh had a hairtrigger about other things.I’ve never once dared tease him by addressing him as Sir Hugh nowthat he’s inherited the title.I think the last year has been worse for me than him, but that can’t beso.I know he’s grieving.I’ve been doing my best to serve him and pamper him without lettinghim think I pity him.He went home at the time and got a lot sorted.I missed him like crazy, and wanted to be there tosupport him -- what else is a boy for? -- but I took his point that a funeral wasn’t the best time tointroduce a new partner.Even if his family accepted him being gay in principle, an actualboyfriend was a different kettle of fish.And showing up just when successions and inheritances were being discussed would be prettytacky.Not that I want any part of it.I’m enough of a leftist still to think titles -- unearned ones --are a crock.He’s my sir, but I think his baronetcy is a burden, and I wish he could renounce it.Even if it is the lowest hereditary title you can have.It’s one of the things Hugh likes about me --he’s sick of monarchy-struck Americans swooning over his title and not seeing him.I see him alltoo clearly and still stick around.Now that we’re together, he’s decided against having a child with a surrogate to make his mumhappy.I couldn’t handle any of it for a start: bringing up a son, Hugh being a father, and the kidbeing more his family’s than mine.He needed little persuading.He’s not much for the rugratsand was mostly considering it as a sop to his parents.So it wasn’t as if he was making a hugeconcession to me.Nonetheless, I’m kind of hurt about the heir thing as I’ve been his boy for three years now.Wehave joint accounts and joint property, and suddenly his nephew is his heir.Hugh tells me not tofuss.He says he has a watertight estate plan and I’ll be fine.I’m stressed as hell over notknowing about the contents, and, frankly, I think he’s being a prick, not a master.We’re traveling to England next week to see his mum and family for a whole bloody month andI’m ready to puke with nerves.Hugh arranged it all before telling me about it, and he was justlucky I could get that much time off work.He just growled and said: “Boy, you haven’t usedyour full vacation since I’ve known you.Of course you have the days.” I’d tried to say thatAnother Fine Mess - 142wasn’t my point, but of course, I did have the days, he knew it, and it wasn’t my decision tomake.I know he’s my master, but he’s so high handed about my external responsibilitiessometimes.I’m doing my best to be excited about going to England.I’ve agree to not say anything aboutbeing anti-monarchy, and Hugh has promised we’ll get some time to ourselves to tour around.I’m utterly overwhelmed by imagining a whole family of Hughs.And I’ve never left Americabefore.I hope and hope that my passport will be delayed, but it arrives in time.Hugh tells me tostop worrying, that I have perfectly acceptable table manners, and after three years of servinghim, I’m in decent shape for company.I swat him grumpily at that, and get one hell of aspanking for “dumb insolence.”I’m still sprawled over his thighs sniffling when I feel a familiar pressure against my belly.Hughhas never much bothered about distinguishing sex from punishment -- it’s all service as far ashe’s concerned.But today I still feel sulky enough to want to ignore his hard cock.As if it weremy choice.He pulls me off his steely thighs -- he may not play rugby any more but he’s still ingreat shape -- and positions me between his knees.I sigh.He’s still gorgeous even if he is pissingme off
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