Preparing for Aislen

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before

“Nope,” Cameron was panting as he clung to the gutter. He had managed to wedge his shoulders through the bathroom window, one toe on the rim of the bath and his arm muscles worked hard to lift himself through. “I can’t do it.”

“Alright, get down before you hurt yourself,” Heath wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist, supporting him as Cameron slithered back down, both men overbalancing and tumbling into the bathtub in a tangle of limbs.

Cameron’s russet curls tumbled over his forehead and his blue eyes danced with laughter as he lifted his head with a grin. “Hey.”

Heath laughed and ruffled Cameron’s hair. “Nothing broken?”

“A few bruises. You?”

“Same. Safe to say, she’s not getting out that way,” Heath cupped Cameron’s jaw and lifted him along his body for a kiss. Cameron slid his knees between Heath’s and braced his hands on the rim of the bathtub so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue stroking against Heath’s as he ground his c-ck against Heath