After a few minutes, Kit rested his chin on Denny’s chest and regarded him from under lazy eyelids. “You still worried…about stuff?”
Denny shrugged. “I want to quit my job on Monday and start looking for another right away. I have savings to last us a short while without taking cash off Henry, and I ought to find something else soon, but…is that the best thing do to? I dunno…” He trailed off. They’d fought their own little battle and done okay so far. But they’d not won the war Henry had spent his whole life battling in vain.
Denny had never dreamed of being a freedom fighter, but going from elf catcher to elf liberator seemed a hell of a good narrative structure for a bloke’s life. In the long run, it might help Kit and others like Kit. And who would Jen rather have for a dad—a hero or one of the evil henchmen?
On the other hand, he could end up in jail. That would do Jen no good at all. He betrayed his disquiet with a sigh.
“You know what I think?” said Kit. “Your uncle’s a great bloke, but if he couldn’t bring the system down from within after all those years, maybe it’s not the best way to fight. If you want to fight. You don’t have to, Denny. I feel I must do my bit with the chance I’ve been given, but I won’t pressure you to join me.”
As Kit addressed each of his many doubts, Denny narrowed his eyes. “You reading my mind again?”
“Even if I could, I don’t need to, mate. It’s kind of obvious. You’re a worrier, and it doesn’t take a sixth sense to see what’s going on in your head.”
Kit rolled back onto the pillow, and Denny stroked the bristly curve of his lover’s jaw. “I do need time to think,” he conceded. “I can’t see myself starting riots—even with me hoodie on.”
“Let’s give it a month, then. We need to plan. You’re not the only one who can earn money. I have my talents.” Kit winked. “And we need a month, you and I. Just to be certain about…us.”
Right then, Denny felt pretty certain. He also knew the elf was right. “Yeah, we need space. And as for the EB cause, I suppose what we need in this day and age is some sort of online campaign, using Twitter and Facebook and everything. We could hack into government records and leak them or something.” Kit sharpened his gaze with interest, and Denny’s mind raced on. Once he stopped worrying and thought practically, he was warming to the task already. “I’ve got inside knowledge and so has Henry, although I’m not much good with computers and code. We’ll need somebody to help us there.”
He glanced up at the bedstead and the thin wall beyond.
John was a software developer and might have some hacking skills. If his neighbor could forgive them a second night of riotous lovemaking, he might turn out very useful.
Could they trust him?
Denny and Kit could make the decision together. He grinned at Kit, and as his heart lightened, his cock hardened. It was not yet nine o’clock.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked. The feel of Kit’s prick digging into his thigh rendered this a rhetorical question. They had time for sex and could still be early at Saritha’s.
Kit smiled coyly and got up. “I’m going to the bathroom to wash this crap off my face. You going to get dressed for me?”
As Kit left the room, Denny suppressed his beam under a sexy glower. Hell yeah, he would. He jumped from his bed and hurried to his drawer. This morning, he figured, would be a great time to try on his newest silk chemise, the one he’d not yet dared unwrap from its pretty pink tissue paper…then have Kit peel it all off again.
* * * * *
They walked over to Saritha’s, chatting all the way about John, shopping, football, and everything they could pack into their bedroom schedule over the next month.
When they reached the forecourt of Saritha’s smart apartment block, Kit paused and fell silent.
“What?” asked Denny. “You’re not having second thoughts?” He laughed, hardly believing how confident he felt that Kit wasn’t regretting giving things a go. But something troubled him.
“It’s Jen,” said Kit. He whistled pensively. “I’ve never had much to do with kids, although I enjoy entertaining them, and I know I’ll adore her, but…” He trailed off, chewing his bottom lip.
“But you’re nervous?”
“Hardly been so nervous in my life. I never believed I’d have the chance to be anything approaching a father, didn’t dare dream of it. Seriously, what if she hates me? What if—”
Denny silenced his worries with a kiss. “She’ll adore you.” It wasn’t his place to promise this, but knowing Jen, he felt pretty damn sure. “Saritha’s going to love you as well. Although not nearly as much as I do.”
That’s not bloody possible.
“Love you too,” said Kit. He slid his tongue to his cheek and laughed, but sincerity blazed in his eyes. Denny silently agreed the words felt silly but wonderful.
“Come on,” said Denny. “Let’s go meet her.”
Kay Berrisford
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