Monday, 13 February 2017

Happy Valentine's Day from Will and Blake! **NSFW**

Sorry, folks - I've been so busy writing Out of the Shadows, a Dreamspun Desires novel, that there wasn't time to write a Valentine's Day novella this year.
I'm over half way through writing Personal Challenges, the last book in the Personal series, and the story starts over the Valentine's weekend.
So... here's the first chapter. Please be aware, this is pre-edits - and enjoy!

Personal Challenges -  copyright 2017 K.C. Wells

Chapter One

February, 2016

Blake Davis glanced up from the couch as the door to the waiting room opened, and grinned at Ed Fellows and Colin Reynolds. “What time do you call this?” he said quietly, so as not to disturb Sophie who was curled up asleep in his lap, her precious rabbit cuddled up to her. He knew this peaceful state wouldn’t last long: she’d been dozing on and off during the six hours since they’d arrived at the hospital. He peered at the clock on the wall. “I phoned you hours ago.”
Ed gave him a sheepish grin. “We thought you’d ’ave loads of people ’ere, to be honest.” He gazed at the empty room. “Where is everyone?”
Sophie chose that moment to make a cute noise, and Colin looked like he’d melted into a pile of goo. “Aww. She’s adorable.”
Ed turned to his fiancé and snorted. “When she’s sleepin’, yeah. When she’s awake, that’s another matter.” He met Blake’s gaze and winked. “We don’t call her Cyclone Sophie for nothin’.”
Blake tried to suppress his laugh. Ed had done his fair share of babysitting during the last two years, and he always looked the same by the time Blake and Will arrived home—exhausted. “Rick and Angelo have been and gone, as have Lizzie, Dave and the kids. They would have stayed longer, but Molly was cranky and they think Justin is coming down with something, and didn’t want to risk him being in the hospital.”
“Where’s Will?” Colin asked, sitting at the other end of the couch, his gaze focused on Sophie.
Blake smiled. “In the delivery room with Donna. He asked if he could be present and she said yes.” He was glad one of them got to witness their little boy’s entry into the world. Will had been buzzing about it for weeks.
Ed stared. “She still in labour? ’Ow many hours is it now?”
Blake ran his fingers through his hair, raking over his scalp. “She’d already been in labour for an hour when I called you two. At least there are no complications this time.”
Sophie wriggled in his arms and Blake knew the peace was at an end. She yawned and opened her eyes, blinking. “Papa, is he here yet?” she asked, her voice heavy with sleep.
Blake stroked her long, brown hair. “No, sweetheart, not yet.”
She pouted. “You said he would be here when I woke up.”
“Daddy is with Donna right now, and it shouldn’t be long,” he told her, hoping his words were prophetic.
Sophie sighed and turned her head. When she caught sight of Ed and Colin, all trace of fatigue vanished. “Uncle Ed! Uncle Colin!” Impatiently she squirmed off Blake’s lap and clambered down from the couch to run toward Ed, her rabbit clutched in one hand.
Ed crouched and caught her in his arms, swinging her up into the air. Sophie giggled and screamed with delight. “’Ow’s my favourite girl?”
Blake tut-tutted. “Don’t let Molly hear you say that. Or Mandy.” Ed’s niece Mandy adored her uncle, and whenever Blake and Will attended family gatherings, they’d notice how the five year old clung to him like a limpet.
Ed cuddled Sophie to him. “This ’ere is my favourite little girl.” He glanced at the soft toy in her hand. “Are you still playing with that rabbit?”
Blake coughed. “Mr. Bunny, if you don’t mind. And he goes everywhere with her. It’s a wrench on those days when Will throws him in the washing machine.”
Sophie curled an arm around Ed’s neck. “Daddy gives him an in-jection, so he can sleep while he gets washed.”
Ed bit his lip. “Oh he does, does he?” His gaze met Blake’s and he smirked.
Blake shook his head. “You should see him. He has a syringe that we use for injecting brandy into the Christmas cake.”
Colin stared. “Really?”
“Yep. He injects Mr. Bunny’s paw so he won’t feel a thing while he’s in the washing machine. You should have seen her the first time we washed it. She sat on the floor in front of the machine the whole time, and when it paused during the rinse cycle and there was Mr. Bunny, pressed against the glass door…” He could still recall her anguished lament that Mr. Bunny was drowning. That was the last time they’d let her anywhere near the washing machine during its cycle.
“I’m going to have a baby brother,” Sophie announced, beaming.
“Is that right?” Ed said with a wide smile.
“Yes, but Papa says he has to sleep in his own room.” She scowled. “I want him to sleep in my room.
“My turn for a hug?” Colin asked from the couch, his arms held wide.
Sophie’s frown disappeared and she held out her arms to him. Ed passed her over, and she sat on Colin’s lap, snuggling up against him, clutching Mr. Bunny.
“I remember when you were a baby,” Colin told her. “You didn’t sleep well sometimes. Maybe Daddy and Papa want you to get a good night’s sleep. Because I think Sophie gets a bit cranky when she doesn’t get enough sleep.” He tickled her, and she giggled. When he stopped, she turned her face up toward his.
“I have a picture of my brother. Do you want to see it?”
Colin frowned. “A picture?”
Sophie stretched out her arm toward Blake and made a grabbing hand gesture. Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He withdrew a folded card. “It’s the twenty week scan. She was so excited when we showed it to her, and she kept asking to see it so often that I just keep it on me.” He handed her the card and she opened it with a happy little noise, holding it up to show Colin.
Ed was watching his lover with a fond expression. “Before you ask, we are not ’avin’ one, all right?”
Colin jerked his head to stare at Ed. “Excuse me?”
“I see ’ow you are when you’re around kids, and the answer is no. You may be nearly thirty-five, mister, but I’m nearly forty, and that’s too bleedin’ old to be startin’ a family.”
Blake cleared his throat and nodded toward Sophie.
Ed’s eyes widened. “Oops. Sorry.” The little girl appeared not to have noticed his swearing, staring at the scan.
Colin gazed serenely at Ed. “You have me all wrong. The joy of other people’s children is that you get to hand them back.” He grinned. “But yes, I love being uncle to Mandy, Ben and Lucy. Your nieces and nephew are wonderful.” Colin winked. “I value my life with you much more. I think having children might curtail certain… activities, if you get my drift.” He glanced at Blake with a grin. “Or have I got that part wrong?”
Blake snorted. “Don’t get me started.” The number of occasions he and Will had been caught mid-coitus when their bedroom door opened and Sophie wandered in, having awoken from a bad dream. He adored his daughter, and he couldn’t wait to hold their son in his arms, but he was under no illusions: lovemaking was going to be on the back burner for a few months to come.
The door opened and Will entered, green scrubs over his clothes. He walked over to Blake, who rose to meet him. “Is everything okay?” Blake asked quickly.
Will nodded. “Donna is fine, and we have a beautiful seven pound, ten ounce baby boy.” His eyes shone. “And he is so beautiful, babe.” Will looked tired but radiant.
Blake took his husband in his arms and held him close, their cheeks pressed together. “I love you,” he whispered.
Will put his arms around him and leaned into him. “Love you, too.” Then he chuckled and drew back, grinning. “By the way, Donna says she hopes that’s the last one, and that we don’t intend to keep on enlarging the Davis Empire. Her surrogacy days are at an end.”
Blake frowned. “Is she really all right?”
Will gave a slow nod. “She’s just exhausted. I think this pregnancy was hard on her. She is nearly forty, after all.” He smiled. “Her words, not mine.”
Blake stroked Will’s cheek. “You look tired too. Can we see the baby yet?”
“He’s in the Maternity unit, along with all the other babies. We can go stare at him through the window.” He turned, seeking Sophie. “And there’s my little girl.” Will bent down and Sophie climbed off Colin’s lap and ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck. He scooped her up and held her close, nodding to Ed and Colin with a warm smile.
“I’m not little,” she insisted, waggling several fingers in Will’s face. “I’m nearly four.”
“That’s right,” Blake agreed. “You’re a big girl, aren’t you?”
“I’ve got an idea,” Ed announced. “Why don’t you all go look at the baby, and when you’re done, we’ll follow you back to your ’ouse, pack an overnight bag for Sophie, and then she can come stay the night with me an’ her uncle Colin.”
Will’s brow knitted. “Why?”
Ed gave a patient sigh. “Because you’re both tired, and you could use a quiet night together. And tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, right? Why not spend some of it in peace and quiet? We can bring her back later, or bring her here for visiting time, whatever.”
“Won’t that spoil your plans for a romantic day?” Blake asked.
Colin snorted and stood up from the couch. “Romance? He’s bought a Dine In For Two meal from Marks & Spencer’s, and there’s a new DVD of the England vs Wales Rugby World Cup match from last year, already waiting on top of the DVD player.”
Will grinned. “Oh, be still my beating heart. Sounds like the honeymoon is over, guys.”
Ed did an eye roll and Colin laughed. “I do believe a wedding comes before a honeymoon, right? We might manage that, one of these days.”
Ed gave him a mock glare. “Shut it, you. It’s not like we’re in any ’urry, is it?”
Colin leaned across and kissed him on the mouth. “Absolutely.” He straightened and faced Will and Blake. “But we really don’t mind having Sophie for the night.” He gazed at the little girl in Will’s arms. “Do you want to come and sleep at our house tonight?”
Sophie’s face lit up. “Can Tigger sleep on my bed?”
Ed laughed. “Like that cat would sleep anywhere else when you’re around.” He peered at Blake. “See? No problem. And it’s not like we’d have to go miles out of our way to follow you, is it? You only live a mile down the road from us.”
Will kissed Blake on the lips. “Say yes, babe.” He leaned in closer and whispered, his breath tickling Blake’s ear. “And we can make love all… night… long.”
“You’re tired,” Blake remonstrated.
It was Will’s turn to do an eye roll. “Tired, maybe, but I’m not dead, and when was the last time we got the chance to…” He gave Sophie a glance before continuing. “Spend a night being as loud as we want,” he concluded.
Blake’s libido roared into life. “You’re on,” he informed Ed and Colin, before taking Will’s hand in his. “Now let’s go see our son.”
He led his husband, daughter and best friends out of the waiting room, his heart full of joy.
Our son.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Blake kissed the top of Sophie’s head. “Have you got Mr. Bunny?”
“Here he is!” she announced triumphantly, holding aloft the off-white soft rabbit whose fur was already starting to thin in several places. She looped her arms around Blake’s neck, still holding onto Mr. Bunny. “G’night, Papa.”
Blake breathed her in, the smell of soap, clean cotton and the faintest whiff of chocolate. He narrowed his eyes. “And what were you and Daddy doing in the kitchen just now?”
Sophie’s eyes were huge. “How did you know we were eating choc—” She clamped her hand over her mouth, blinking furiously.
“Sophie Elizabeth Davis!” Will put his hands on his hips and gave her a hard stare. “Did you just tell on me?” Before she could react, he kissed her cheek. “It’s all right, sweet pea. I’m sure Papa already knows we’ve found his chocolate stash.”
Sophie giggled as Blake let out a loud theatrical gasp.
From the front door, Ed laughed his head off. “Serves Papa right for not hiding it well enough.” He held out his hand. “Okay, Princess, time we got you to bed.”
Sophie did her customary pout. “Daddy lets me stay up late because I’m nearly four.”
Ed guffawed. “Yeah, nice try. That cute bottom lip may work on your daddies but it doesn’t work on me an’ Uncle Colin.”
“You speak for yourself,” Colin murmured beside him. “I was all for letting her watch some cartoons before bed.”
Ed gave him a warning glare but it was too late. Sophie clapped her hands together and all but bounced across the hall carpet into Colin’s arms.
Blake shook his head. “Nice one, Uncle Ed.” Their daughter gave them a cheery wave as Colin carried her out to the car.
“Sorry, guys.” Ed looked crestfallen.
Will grinned. “We’ll just refuse to feel sorry for you tomorrow when you tell us how long it took the pair of you to get her into bed.” When Ed continued to stare at them, Will laughed. “Oh, come on, you’ve babysat for us before. You can’t act all surprised now.” He copied Sophie’s cheery wave. “Good night, Uncle Ed.
Ed turned and walked out of the house, mumbling under his breath about last time he’d attempt to do something nice for them.
The door closed, and Blake listened to the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway. He sighed when Will slipped his arms around his waist and rested his chin on Blake’s shoulder.
“I suppose we need to start thinking of names,” Will said before kissing Blake’s ear.
A shiver ran through him. “Now? Do we have to do it now?
Will chuckled and kissed a trail down Blake’s neck. “Well, I did have a few other activities in mind.” He rubbed Blake’s belly in a leisurely circle. “Dinner, for one thing.”
Blake was about to complain when his stomach growled.
“See?” Will kissed his cheek. “Light the fire and I’ll bring us in something to eat on the couch. Nothing too heavy. I have plans for you later.” He patted Blake’s arse and left him to go into the kitchen.
Blake set about his task, his dick growing stiff at the thought of Will’s plans. He lit the gas fire, watching the flames grow higher as he set it to the required level. When the thought struck him, he couldn’t hold it in.
“Do you ever regret our decision to have kids?”
A moment later Will was at the lounge door, staring at him, his forehead furrowed. “Is that a serious question?”
Blake sat back on his haunches on the rug. “Colin got me thinking, that’s all.”
“What—not wanting kids because it could ruin their sex life?” Will gave a short laugh. “You make it sound like we never get to fuck.”
“Not as much as we did before Sophie arrived.”
“And that bothers you?” Will came into the room and sat on the arm of the couch. He folded his arms. “Come on, Blake, out with it.”
Blake met his husband’s gaze. “Okay then. There are times when I miss us—being able to spend a day making love if we wanted to, not caring if we made a lot of noise, no matter what room we chose to fuck in—but as for regretting that little girl being in our lives? Never.
“You want to know what I think?” Will smiled. “I think it makes those times that we do get alone, even more precious. Remember when we bought this house, and Sophie went to stay with Lizzie and Dave for a week while we sorted it out?” His smile widened. “I think we christened every room.”
Blake grew warm at the memories. “Not to mention the garden.” Then he shivered. “Even if I did freeze my arse off. I mean, who makes love outdoors in December, for God’s sake?”
Will rolled his eyes. “You were in the hot tub, babe. I hardly think that counts as the great outdoors.”
Blake huffed. “There were bits of me that felt the chill, I seem to recall.”
Will got off the arm of the couch and strolled over to where he knelt. He bent low to kiss Blake on the mouth, the kiss deliberate and sensual. “Then maybe we should make the most of tonight. Because very soon, life will change for both of us.”
“What did you have in mind?” Blake murmured against his lips.
“I was thinking some dinner, a shower together, and then the pair of us on the couch. At least we can start there.” Will grinned. “What do you say?”
Blake pointed toward the kitchen. “Get in there and rustle up something to eat. Time’s a-wastin’.”
Will laughed as he headed back into the kitchen. “Yes, sir.”
“How many hours do you think we have?” Blake called out.
“No idea, and I don’t care, as long as we spend as many of them as possible naked,” Will called back.
Blake could get behind that plan.

Will strolled into the bedroom just in time to catch Blake staring at his naked reflection in the wardrobe mirror door as he finished drying off from his shower. Will grinned. “Well, I wouldn’t throw that body out of my bed, that’s for sure.”
Blake turned his head and narrowed his gaze. “You’d better not. I know people.” He dropped his towel onto the carpet.
Will gave a theatrical gasp. “Did you just threaten me?”
Blake gave a slow nod. “So play nice and maybe I won’t make a couple of phone calls.”
Will chuckled and crossed the room to stand behind his husband. He regarded Blake’s reflection, reaching around him to leisurely stroke his chest and belly, deliberately ignoring his dick. “That is one sexy man.” He kissed Blake’s neck, loving the current that rippled through his lover’s body. Will played with Blake’s nipples, delighting in the shivers he created. Blake’s gaze was riveted onto his reflection.
Will licked a trail up his neck and caught Blake’s earlobe in his teeth. He tugged gently on it, while he tweaked the stiffening nubs. “Yeah, you like watching us in the mirror, don’t you?” He grabbed hold of Blake’s hair and jerked his head back so Blake was staring at them both. “Look at this sexy body.” With his other hand he caressed Blake’s taut belly. “It’s been more than ten years, and yet you’re still as lean and hard as you were the night of your thirtieth birthday.”
Blake chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Gravity and age will have their way eventually.”
Will kissed his neck, knowing all too well how much it turned Blake on. “Yes, but you take care of yourself.” Blake put his head back against Will’s shoulder, a low moan escaping him as Will pinched his nipples harder now. Will whispered into his ear. “I haven’t forgotten how much you love it when I take charge.” He ground his hard cock against Blake’s arse, his own breathing matching Blake’s when Blake pushed back, arms reaching back to stroke Will’s sides. “Watch. Watch my hands stroking your body. Watch how your cock rises, how it’s already showing precome.”
“That surprises you?” Blake gasped, hips slowly rotating as he tried to hold Will steady while he rubbed his arse against Will’s hot shaft.
Will slid his hands lower to stroke the tops of Blake’s thighs. “Look. See how beautiful you are? See these gorgeous thighs? Know what I’m going to do? I’m going to spread them and fuck you, deep and slow and hard.”
A loud groan rolled out of Blake. “Fuck, yeah. Want that.”
Will traced over the warm skin to grab Blake’s arse, squeezing the firm globes and pulling them apart. “This is mine tonight.”
Shudders coursed through Blake. “Yes. God, yes. It’s all for you.”
Will pressed his erect dick between Blake’s arse cheeks and rocked his hips, his shaft sliding through the hot crease while he listened to the noises pouring from Blake’s lips that spoke of need, desire and pleasure. He loved that they were both versatile, but he also knew how much Blake loved it when Will took a more dominant role. There was a reason their four poster bed had steel rings fitted to the posts, after all.
He grabbed Blake around the throat and jerked his head back to kiss his neck, this time sucking on the fragrant skin there, knowing he was going to leave a mark. My mark on him. Fuck, that turned him on.
“Touch me,” Blake whispered.
Will chuckled against his neck. “I am touching you.
A low growl rumbled out of him. “You know what I mean, you bastard. Touch my cock.”
Will tut-tutted. “My my, such language. I’m glad you don’t use that filthy mouth when our daughter is around.” He rubbed Blake’s belly in strong, slow circles, still avoiding his dick that curved up, solid and delicious-looking.
Blake inclined his head and kissed Will’s neck, murmuring between kisses. “Please, Will. Please. Touch me.”
Will slid one hand down over that firm torso and grasped Blake’s cock around its base while he wrapped his arm over Blake’s shoulder to hold him across his chest. “You’re hard, Mr. Davis, and it’s turning me on. Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly right now.”
“Want that,” Blake whispered. “Want your dick in my arse.”
Will began to pull faster on Blake’s cock. “Look at this beautiful cock.” Blake’s low cries and moans were music to his ears. He pushed Blake roughly until he was up against the mirror, and then Will used his feet to nudge Blake’s legs apart. He got down on his knees, spread that gorgeous arse and pressed his face between the hair-covered cheeks to lick the tight pucker he knew awaited him.
Blake’s reaction was almost instantaneous. He pushed back, tilting his arse, his hands flat to the mirror. “Fuck, yeah. More.”
Will chuckled and set about his task of driving Blake out of his freaking mind.
It didn’t take long. Less a couple of minutes of tongue-fucking and Blake was begging.
“Please, Will. Now. Please. Please!
Not that Will wanted to delay the inevitable. He tugged Blake toward the couch at the foot of their bed and sat down. “Come on. Ride me.” Ordinarily he wanted Blake’s talented mouth on his dick but they were both too close. He wanted to shoot his load inside Blake. Will held his cock steady while Blake sought the lube from a nearby drawer. Will was vibrating with need.
Blake slicked up his dick and then sat astride him, guiding Will’s shaft into position. He sank down onto the hot, bare dick and both of them groaned. No sooner was Will buried inside that tight channel than Blake began to bounce on his cock, his hands holding onto the back of the couch.
“You are so beautiful,” Will gasped out as Blake rode him hard and fast, impaling himself over and over again. He shoved up into Blake’s heat and fucked him, Blake meeting his thrusts with loud cries and groans as he begged Will to fuck him, to fucking take him.
“That’s it, babe,” Will cried out, thrusting up into him. “Let me hear you.”
Blake moaned and placing his hands on Will’s chest, he bent down to kiss him, their mouths meeting in a heated collision, both of them feeding each other their sighs and groans of pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Blake gasped out.
“Not yet,” Will flung back at him. “I don’t want you coming yet.” He wrapped his arms around Blake and pulled him down into a lingering kiss, Blake rocking slowly on his shaft, feeding him sounds of urgent need. Will cupped Blake’s chin and locked gazes with him. “On your back, babe.”
Blake nodded and eased himself off Will’s shaft. He lay down on the couch and pulled his legs up toward his chest, exposing his glistening hole. Will knelt before him, spread him wide and thrust all the way into him, shoving him back against the seat cushions. He snapped his hips and fucked Blake, his body slamming up against Blake’s arse, his hand wrapped around Blake’s cock, hand and dick keeping pace with each other.
“Oh, yeah, like that,” Blake yelled, clutching his knees, almost bent double as Will’s thrusts increased in speed and force. Their cries grew loud and harsh, and within minutes Blake’s dick erupted over his chest. He shuddered, his body jolted, and the tightening muscles around Will’s cock were enough to have him filling Blake’s arse with his come. Will leaned in and kissed Blake, his breathing ragged, his heartbeat pounding, his dick still wedged inside his husband.
Blake held Will’s face in his hands. “Ten years on, and you still rock my world.”
Will kissed him, unwilling to pull out and break their connection. He chuckled. “Ten years on, and my knees are complaining about carpet burn.”
Blake cackled. “Do I need to order some knee pads?”
Will snorted. “I’m not that old.” Carefully, he pulled his softened cock free of Blake’s body. “And if you get come on this couch, you’ll be the one cleaning it.”
Blake burst into laughter. “Oh, really feeling the love here.”
Will kissed him again, this time slow and sweet. “How fast can you get it up again? Because the night isn’t over yet.”
Blake grinned. “If my incentive is that beautiful arse of yours, then a lot less time than you might think.”
If the twitch Will’s dick gave at that was anything to go by, it was going to be a long, long night.
He was really going to owe Ed and Colin, big time.

Coming Soon.
Personal Challenges
Will and Blake couldn’t be happier. They have a beautiful little boy, Nathan, and Sophie finally has the little brother she’s been demanding. But all is not bliss in the Davis household. Coping with reality is going to change all their lives.
Rick and Angelo are sick and tired of trying to get a wedding organized. If it was up to them, they’d be married already, but Rick’s mother has plans and they keep getting bigger. Angelo can see problems on the horizon: big, traditional Italian wedding and gay do not go well together. Something’s got to give.
Colin receives an unexpected call from an ex, with bad news. He feels compelled to help, regardless of the consequences. Ed loves Colin’s big heart and supports him in his efforts, but when the truth comes out, he finds it difficult to keep a lid on his emotions.
As the coming months unfold, the friends are going to need each other more than ever.