Rugby Daddy

'Are you sure you don't need help with anything?' Stu stood in the kitchen on a Saturday night while Nick rushed to and fro, stirring a pot here, checking the oven there, draining vegetables over the sink.

There was a romantic jazz playlist playing over the speakers, just about heard above the noise of all the cooking. It was just Nick and him in the house. Eric was away with Joao for the weekend down the country. He wouldn't be back until Sunday evening. So, the two had planned a secret rendezvous at Nick and Eric's house.

For Stu, there was a strange feeling of excitement hanging out with Eric's dad for an extended period of time. They'd never had this much time to themselves before. It was like lovers finally being able to be together after scurrying around in secret.

Stu shook his head at thinking of himself and Nick as lovers - he was getting ahead of himself.

Nick cooly slid away from the cooking, taking a quick break to wrap a strong arm around Stu's waist and pull him in close. 'You're already doing enough being sexy,' he smiled, before kissing the younger man on the lips, a confident embrace that was intoxicating.

Stu tasted red wine on the older man's lips and got a whiff of his masculine cologne. He laughed as Nick released him and swept back to the cooking.

'I feel bad for not chipping in. Let me do something,' he bit his lip, feeling awkward, but truthfully he was enjoying watching the handsome Nick taking command with his keenly sharp culinary skills.

The top buttons of Nick's shirt were undone and the cuffs were rolled up his thick forearms in a way that made him irresistible to Stu. It was giving him a semi just from watching.

'You could set the table?' Nick called over his shoulder as he pulled roast beef from the hot oven, turning his head to the side so he could escape the heat from the open door.

Stu turned to the dining table, happy that he'd have something to contribute. His face turned crestfallen as he looked at the already impeccably decorated table: cutlery, dishes, serviettes, even side plates and a gravy boat.

'Looks like you beat me to it,' he rolled his eyes, grinning.

'Ooops, I guess I got a little ahead of myself,' Nick laughed as he carved into the chunk of meat, crispy on the outside giving way to tender red meat inside.

Stu watched him in fascination as the man meticulously cut slices of beef, not noticing the younger man looking at his every move.

Nick moved with precision, with purpose, there was a meaning behind the things he did. It was an assuredness that Stu hadn't ever seen much in his peers or the guys his age in their early twenties. No, this was a confidence that came with age, with experience, with knowing oneself. Stu couldn't help but be drawn to that sense of self and comfort of being.

He took a sip of his wine, and found himself smiling, taken by the older man who was putting out all the stops for him with the romantic dinner. He'd expected a cheap takeaway from the local chipper, not this elaborate feast - the home cooked meal, the dressed table, the compilation of romance songs, everything was planned to a tee.

'You could top up my wine glass? It's looking bone dry,' Nick said as he plated the food. 'It's crying out for more, saying, "Please, I need more wine!"'

'Ok. Mr dramatic,' Stu grabbed the wine bottle and tipped some into Nick's glass. 'I think it's more you that's crying out for the wine than the glass.'

'Cheeky,' Nick pinched Stu's butt as he brought the food to the dining table, making him yelp.

'You know you love me- I mean it,' Stu corrected himself. He turned away from the other man as his face grew beet red. He silently cursed himself at his freudian slip and hoped that Nick hadn't heard him.

He topped up his own wine glass and carried the two over to the dining table where Nick had plated their dinner. The plates were brimming with delicious-looking food.

'Looks amazing,' Stu said, taking a seat across from Nick, trying to pull the conversation away from his little misstep.

'Well, enjoy,' Nick took up his glass. 'Cheers.' The two men clinked glasses and took a sip of the wine. The low mood light made the brim of the red wine lighter in colour as it sloshed in the glasses.

'Thanks so much,' Stu said. 'Mmm. It's so good,' he said, eating the first mouthful.

'Glad you like it,' Nick smiled.

The two chatted as they enjoyed the food, the music lulling in the background. Both men could feel the heat of the exchange, of the food and the wine, and the warm atmosphere. It all mixed in with the fragrant scent of cologne and musk from the two, making the air heavy and intoxicating.

They soon finished their meal, polishing off the plates of their sweet dessert.

'Uhhh, I'm stuffed,' Nick sat back, patting his stomach.

'You were when we were in the showers at that match,' Stu winked and chuckled.

Nick laughed back, reaching a hand over and squeezing Stu's arm. 'If you don't be careful I'll stuff you,' he winked.

'Maybe I want you to,' Stu said faux coyly. He could feel the alcohol in his veins, professing what he wanted.

'Later, my dear,' Nick kissed the back of Stu's hand. 'I need to let the food settle first. Coffee?' he asked.

'Yes, please,' Stu yawned. The food, wine and heat had made him sleepy.

'Old man,' Nick teased the doozy Stu as he went to make them both a coffee.

Stu played with his wine glass, twirling it and watching the remnants of the red liquid stain the glass. A piano ballad played lightly over the speaker, the woman's voice velvety like butter.

He closed his eyes, happy in this moment, wanting it to last forever. Tranquil, peaceful, warm.

He didn't know how long he had had his eyes closed for, but he stirred away as Nick gently tapped his shoulder, a steamy cup of coffee sitting before him.

'Oh, I'm sorry,' Stu wiped the sleep from his eyes.

'That dinner really took it out of you,' Nick chuckled, sipping his coffee.

'I guess I feel relaxed around you,' Stu stifled another yawn and drank some of his coffee, the strong bitterness pulling him from his sleep.

'Better?' Nick asked a few minutes later after they had finished their coffee.

'Uhh, much better, thank you,' Stu felt like he had been given renewed life, full of energy again. 'So, do you wanna ...?' he asked, his question trailing off.

It was a strange irony, when they were limited on time and things were more risky, they jumped into sex without question, taking advantage of their spontaneity. Now that they had all the time in the world, it seemed like they were waiting for the perfect moment, leaving little hints here and there about when they should take things to the bedroom. Neither one wanted to be too pushy, instead just enjoying the simple act of being in one another's company. It was a humble romance.

That being said, they were both still men at the end of the day, and were hungry to feel the physical passion once more.

'If you're not too sleepy, Mr,' Nick tussled Stu's hair.

'Never,' Stu stood up suddenly, pulling the older man to his feet. He'd have to take action or they'd never get anywhere. Nick was too much a gentleman to pressure Stu if he was too tipsy or sleepy. He was caring and paternal that way.

'Let's go,' Stu led him upstairs and the two men ascended the steps excitedly, coquettish from their romantic dinner.

*****

Stu and Nick were making out in Nick's bedroom, their clothes strewn on the floor after they had torn them off and jumped under the covers.

It was a mess of tangled limbs, their arms around each other as they kissed each other, lips burning and tickling across the sensitive skin of their bodies.

Nick wrapped his large arms around the younger man, wanting to pull him into a bear hug and squeeze his slight frame.

The thrilling excitement rushed through Stu - he was in Eric's Dad's room, making out with Nick. He couldn't believe it. It was like a fantasy come through. He thought of all the men that Nick had probably bedded here after his husband had passed away. How did he hold up against them? Good, he hoped. And it suddenly dawned on him he better show Nick a good time or he wouldn't be invited back.

Stu pushed Nick onto his back.

Nick looked up at him expectantly, wondering what he was doing.

The younger man moved down to the older man's broad chest, feeling the strong muscles of his pecs and placing his dainty fingers on Nick's nipples.

He squeezed the firm skin of the nipples in between his fingers, playing with them.

Nick gasped and smiled, his brows twisted in delicate pleasure.

Stu lowered his head and flicked the right nipple with his tongue, teasing the older man by passing his slick wet tongue across the sensitive area.

He moved it in circles first and then up and down and back and forth, changing directions and formations and pressure so Nick didn't know what to expect. It drove the older man up and down peaks of pleasure, writhing on his back.

With a look to Nick's crotch, Stu could see that the older man was enjoying it, his dick bouncing up and down to every movement of Stu's tongue.

'Fuck,' Nick moaned.

Stu smiled his mouth around the nipple he was teasing. He loved having the big burly man's pleasure in his grasp, with one small flick of his tongue he could have the man writhing beneath him. It really pressed his buttons to be able to dictate a much larger, domineering man in that way. I guess I'm good at this after all, he chuckled to himself.

'Ok,' Nick said all of a sudden. 'You've got me turned on too much, I have to fuck you,' he announced, squirming out from under Stu and placing himself above the younger man.

He grabbed some lube from the bedside locker and positioned Stu on his stomach on the bed.

'Too much for you?' Stu grinned slyly.

'Never too much for me,' Nick lowered his mouth to kiss Stu's back and press his weight down on the slighter man.

Stu groaned, enjoying feeling all of Nick on top of him.

Nick slicked up Stu's hole, rotating his finger around the sphincter, loosening it up by pushing fingers inside.

Stu took in some deep breaths, relaxing as he let his hole open up.

'You ok?' Nick whispered, even though it was just them in the house.

'Yeah,' Stu nodded, looking forward as he waited for the pressure of Nick against his hole.

Nick pushed his hard cock forward, pressing his weight against Nick's butt. His lubed up dick slowly pushed inside as Stu opened up. The head soon disappeared and the shaft followed.

'Uhhhh,' Stu groaned. He missed that wonderful dick.

Nick continued, pushing inside before he came back out. His cock fit snugly in that hole of Stu's. He loved how the cock head caressed the slick insides of Stu's rectum, pleasuring his cock.

He began a rhythm, pulling out and then pushing in again until he was fucking the younger man.

Soon the room was filled with the squeak of the bed and the moans of their love making.

Nick kissed Stu's back, feeling the sweat develop on his dewy skin, the heat of the session drawing the temperature to rise.

Stu grabbed the red coloured bed sheets, feeling the delicate material beneath his fingers as Nick's cock hit his prostate. Sighs of pleasure escaped his mouth as the large man went to town on his butt. He couldn't help but whisper 'fuck' and 'uh' whenever Nick moved inside him. He wanted him in there forever.

Leaning back, Stu turned his head so Nick could plant a hot, sloppy kiss on his mouth. He had always wanted to kiss a guy while he was getting fucked by that guy from behind. A laugh bubbled up in his throat.

'What?' Nick asked, a look of humour and confusion on his face.

'I love this,' Stu closed his eyes in contentment.

Nick didn't reply as he continued fucking him. Instead he just watched the younger man he was pounding, the sheer look of tranquility and gratification plastered across his face. It was an expression that made Nick's heart melt. He hadn't seen that on someone in a long time, or maybe he just hadn't been looking.

But in that moment, he felt something stir within him, something other than the satisfaction of fucking. It made him want to reach out to the man in front of him and hug him. Hold him forever and never let go.

It was an exciting but scary emotion - Stu was suddenly more than just Eric's best-friend, he became a person of possibility for Nick, and the future rolled itself out in front of him.

Stu's moaning and bouncy bubble butt brought Nick back to reality. He was power bottoming, pushing his hips back on Nick, and the older man let him.

Nick felt Stu's hole clamping around his dick and after a few thrust he was sent over the edge and came inside Stu, filling him with hot cum.

Stu looked around at Nick, a look of fulfillment on his face at having made Nick cum.

Nick rested his hands on Stu's round butt cheeks as the last of his cum drained from his cock head. He pulled out, drips of cum descending from Stu's hole.

'That was hot,' Nick collapsed onto the bed, all tuckered out.

'It was,' Stu smiled, kissing Nick before springing up and running to the toilet. 'I don't want to get your bed all wet with your jizz.'

'It's ok,' Nick called, closing his eyes.

'I'll just be a sec,' Stu called.

'Alright,' Nick sighed, enjoying the post-orgasm moment. He was drifting off to sleep, completely satisfied in their wonderful evening spent together.

The last thing Nick remembered was Stu crawling into bed next to him - he wrapped his arms around the younger man, holding him tight, before sleep consumed him.

*****

Sunlight poured in through the open patio doors the following morning. A new day beckoned as birds chirped and the world unfolded itself from slumber.

Stu pressed some buttons on the coffee machine in the kitchen, unfamiliar with its make up, but trying his best to deliver a nice breakfast for Nick.

'You really don't need to go to all this trouble,' Nick came up behind the younger man and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tight with his large frame and kissing the back of Stu's neck. They were both in nothing but their boxer briefs as they made breakfast, which made Stu want to jump on Nick and go to town again, a repeat of last night.

Stu closed his eyes, allowing himself to be swallowed up in Nick's embrace. He felt the larger man's skin rub against his own, caressing him, giving him a boner.

'I want to do something nice for you after your amazing dinner last night,' Stu said, regretfully having to escape out of Nick's hold to check in on the eggs that were looking a bit burnt as they fried in the pan.

'At least let me help,' Nick said. He took a look at the coffee machine and suddenly it buzzed into action.

'How did you ... never mind, at least it's working,' Stu turned back to the eggs, scooping them from the pan, hoping they were salvageable enough to eat.

Nick chuckled as the machine dripped coffee into a cup, the lovely scent of roasted coffee beans filling the air.

'You're so cute. I love your effort,' he smiled.

Soon the two men sat at the table on the patio, eating a half-decent breakfast of burnt eggs and blackened toast, but with some deliciously smooth coffee and fresh fruit.

'It's really not that bad,' Nick reassured Stu from across the table, his head tilted to the side.

'You're just being nice,' Stu pushed away his plate in disgust.

'Well, yes, is it working?' Nick laughed.

'Uhhh!' Stu threw his eyes up, but joined in on the laughter.

'You know what? Let me try another batch of toast, this time I promise not to burn them,' Stu jumped to his feet and ran off to the kitchen.

'Alright, if you say so,' Nick peered over his cup of coffee as he took a sip.

'Ok lower setting,' Stu said to himself, plopping two slices of bread into the toaster and turning the dial down. 'And I'll pay attention this time,' he thought to himself.

As the bread began to crisp, Stu was so engrossed in keeping an eye on the toaster that he didn't hear someone come through to the kitchen from the front of the house.

'Stu...?' a shocked voice asked inquisitively behind him.

Stu jumped out of his skin and spun around. He stood stock still as he stared, then tried to cover up his body with a tea towel when he remembered he was only in his underwear.

'What are you doing here?' Eric, his best-friend, asked.

Stu's mouth trembled, unable to speak, frozen in place, until Nick strolled into the kitchen.

'Eric,' Nick too froze in place. 'You're back early?'

'Dad, what the fuck is going on?' Eric looked at his father scantily dressed, his eyes darting back and forth between Nick and Stu.

Both men were dumbstruck, unable to form a thought. An unlikely standoff in the kitchen at an ungodly hour.

The only thing that ran through Stu's brain was, 'Oh, shit.'