Troy found the cold sifting through the gap which appeared when Dalton moved back unpleasant, already wanting to be right back in his arms. Dalton seemed to feel it too. Seeing Troy’s hesitancy to move, Dalton kissed him again, nuzzling his cheek against Troy’s and helping ease him a little.
Troy was needy, he knew this about himself. He was high maintenance and craved attention. It quickly wore thin on most men, but Dalton so far seemed to eat it up.
“You purr,” Dalton mouthed on his neck. “It’s the sexiest thing I've ever heard.”
“I don’t.” Troy felt a wave of heat cover him. Liam said the same thing, and he’d really hoped the fucker was messing with him, but it was slowly becoming obvious to Troy he may in fact purr.
“You do, and I love it.”
“I guess how you get me to do it could be interesting to explore.” Troy’s lids dropped and he smiled coyly up at Dalton.
“I'm looking forward to finding out all your hot spots.”
“You found new ones already.” Troy traced the outline of Dalton’s lips, not understanding how they’d driven him to a place no one else had ever taken him before in such a short amount of time. “How I want you, how I feel when we touch, that’s never happened before, Dalton.”
“It’s new to me too.” Dalton placed the softest of kisses on his neck. “We connect.”
“Yes,” Troy moaned.
“In a way I've never thought existed. I thought it was made up, just in fairy tales for kids, but you…” Dalton kissed him again, moving up his neck to his ear. “You're something new.”
“I need slow.” Troy held Dalton tightly. “I need time, Dalton.”
“I’m okay with that.” Dalton kissed him again, the shivers running through Troy making him shake all over, and he arched into Dalton, their naked, cum coated cocks gliding together and both hissed at the contact. “Fuck!” Troy sprang back, breathing fast. “No-no. Slow.”
Dalton chuckled, looking around them and grabbing a roll of kitchen paper, handing over some to Troy and cleaning himself up. “No more touching, then.”
“That’s okay until your next appointment.”
“Oh yeah. Can I see you tomorrow?” Dalton grinned at him.
“As we're working on new skin, yes.” Troy was attempting to tuck his cock back in his jeans and smiling.
“And what about the day after that?” Dalton moved into him, tilting his head back and kissing him. “And the day after that one?”
“Any day you want.” Troy kissed him back. “Any time you want me.”
“I'd never leave,” Dalton murmured over his lips.
“Shit!” Troy wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him hard and fast. He didn’t want him to stop, to leave. He wanted more and he wanted it all right then. “You and slow don’t go hand in hand, Dalton.”
“I'm sorry.” Dalton was already pushing him back up against the wall, Troy rutting into his body, his moans filling the small room. “Troy… Fuck, Troy.” Dalton was all over him again and Troy loved every second—that was until Sian called out from the front room and spooked them both.
“Thank, God!” Troy looked to the ceiling as they separated. “If she didn’t turn up we’d have been naked and fucking in five minutes.”
“Five? I'm not that quick.”
“I am.” Troy laughed, checking in the hallway for Sian. “Talk about great timing. Slow, Dalton. Slow.”
Dalton wrapped his arms around Troy’s waist, resting his chest on Troy’s back and sucking on his earlobe. “I'm not the only one setting the pace.”
“No touching,” Troy moaned out, trying to pull away and getting nowhere fast. “Dalton,” he chuckled as he tugged the strong arms from his body. “I'm hungry, and you’ve already got further than what you should on a first date, so wine and dine me.”
“I plan to.” Dalton straightened himself up and let them both part ways. “Who’s that in there?”
“Sian, my assistant, sort of, but not really.” Troy grabbed his wrist, Dalton quickly connecting hands and entwining their fingers as they walked down the hall.
“I'm not ready for no contact at all.”
Troy simply grinned up at him. He felt the same way, and if he was honest, he wasn’t willing to let go of Dalton for a long time.
Chapter 28
Dalton had spent all morning and most of the afternoon at his parents’ house. It was an old Victorian red brick place which had four stories worth of furniture and knick-knacks to sort through. Despite his dad’s old age, the house had been maintained on the outside, the bricks and mortar still looking pristine and the roof had recently been replaced. It was all Dalton’s now, and he had no idea what to do with it.
They’d always lived there ever since they were married. Dalton had been brought home as a babe in his mum’s arms from the hospital when he was three days old, and there he stayed until he turned eighteen when he moved into student accommodation.
It wasn’t until him and Kelly got engaged they even thought about moving in together. They’d rented at first, moved around a few places, then bought the house Dalton lived in, but his parents’ house, well, that was home to Dalton. It always would be, but it felt very different now both of them had passed away.
The house was just a shell, what made it home was them and the way they made him feel at home. Now all he had left were boxes and boxes of history to look through. He knew it was going to be difficult, but he hadn't thought how long it would take to just decide what to keep and what to give away. It was going to take him months.
Dalton had been smiling but teary eyed through the day. Looking through old photograph albums would do that to a person who had buried their dad days earlier. Dalton was caught up in reliving his teenage years for too long, and stepping out into the smallish yard at the back of the house and watering the hanging baskets there, he thought about his future.
Looking back was one thing, but it wasn’t what was really on his mind. It was where he was going which held his interest, and once again, he thought of Liam and Troy.
It had only been three weeks since Dalton and Liam first kissed, and in that short amount of time, Dalton now had two men he was inexplicably drawn to, and he was even more confused about the situation. Unlike the first time with Liam, the kiss with Troy hadn't held the same amount of panic and denial. He’d gone through all that, and in the weeks after with Liam’s help, he’d accepted he could enjoy whoever he wanted.
Inside, he thought things with Liam would progress along with their sexual side, but Liam gave off conflicting vibes. One moment Dalton felt like the most important person in his life, the next he was just some friend, and okay, Liam didn’t fuck friends, he made that perfectly clear. His fucks didn’t hold that level in his mind, so Dalton should feel grateful for being a friend and someone Liam wanted to bed.
Dalton scowled at the thought. He wasn’t asking for marriage and all that, but he’d never been one to just fall into bed with anyone. Hell, he’d only ever been with Kelly and he was thirty. This was a big deal, and if Liam thought Dalton was going to change for him, then he was wrong.
Dalton had been okay experimenting, and perhaps if he hadn't met Troy, then he would’ve continued to progress deeper with Liam. After kissing Troy, after connecting so quickly and enjoying his company so much, well… Dalton questioned who he should continue on with.
The simple answer was Troy. He’d made it clear to Dalton he wasn’t in it for a good time, a quick shag and bye. He wanted love and a relationship, and Dalton could give him those things quite easily. It was an instant connection, one he’d never felt with anyone. Yes, Liam had a strong pull, and Dalton desired him in a way he wanted to explore further, but Troy… Troy was different. He was special.
It took Dalton half an hour to lock up and get in his car, where he found a missed call from Milo and ignored it. He’d gone to the first two meetings with the counsellor, and he was sure they kept his direct supervisor in contact with how it was going, and Milo was more than likely calling him to see if he was okay after not hearing from him after the funeral, but Dalton was already buzzing with issues, and he felt like stepping back from the world for a bit to gain some much needed distance.
He mourned his dad, but after the initial shock of him passing, Dalton felt more at ease. His dad wasn’t in pain anymore and was reunited with his wife. The burial had been an end for Dalton, and he thought back to their lives, to the happy times, and it eased him a lot. All he wanted to do was to fulfil his dad’s dying wish, and that was to be happy. To be happy, Dalton had a list to complete.
He’d made one big decision and that was to sell their house. He was sure Kelly and her new chap wouldn’t say no to more cash coming their way when Dalton agreed to sell their old place. The money would be split two ways and they could both move on to fresh places where there were no memories of them as a couple to live with. Dalton wanted an apartment with no garden as that was Kelly’s job. He wanted something close to work and easy to maintain. Moving would tick off one big thing from his life and make him feel a hell of a lot better.