Chapter Sixteen

Alex

I could see Lucas retreating into his shell as the meal wore on. Did he regret coming here? It had to be my dad and his attitude. Who needed that shit on their birthday? Or maybe my mum had said something to him when they were alone in the kitchen even though he’d said not. Made him see that I was too young for him or something, or too much responsibility to take on with my fragile mental health. My dad was quiet too. It was my mum and me who kept the conversation going past the main course and Christmas cracker pulling and into dessert.

Then mum asked me to help dish up and left him once more alone with my dad. Poor bastard. As she reached covered dishes out of the fridge she said, “Are you both staying tonight?”

I looked at her in astonishment. Lucas refusing any more alcohol after the gin and a glass of wine told me he was biding his time until he felt it wasn’t impolite to leave. I’m guessing as soon as dessert was finished he’d be off. I should leave with him. “I don’t think so,” I said.

“You can both stay,” she said. “It’s fine. The snow’s really coming down now. I don’t want you driving home in this. It’s not safe.”

I swallowed. “I don’t think he wants to stay. And where would he sleep?” A silly question as there was plenty of room, but I held my breath, expecting her to say we would have separate rooms.

“He can sleep with you.”

I stared at her.

She popped a Christmas pudding into the microwave and turned the dial around. “This has got eggs in, so he can’t have any, but I got some nice treats from Moira.” She peeled the foil off a plate containing a whole range of bite size desserts—brownies, cakes and chocolates.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She nodded. “Get some plates out for me, sweetie, and put some cream in a jug.”

I did as I was told.

“And there in the door of the fridge. A can of squirty vegan cream. Not posh, but better than nothing. And the mince pies are vegan too.”

I smiled. “I love you.”

“And I love you too. I’m so glad you’re home.”

I saw her eyes were dewed with tears and my stomach clenched. I fought back my own. “He shouldn’t stay. Dad doesn’t want him here.”

“Not true. Leave your dad to me.”

Lucas looked relieved when I went back to the table carrying several plates and his platter of goodies. My mum followed, pointing out which was vegan and which wasn’t as we set everything down and went back for more. Mum had made up a big bowl of fruit too and brought in some sparkling elderflower drink which Lucas accepted. We helped ourselves to dessert and he took two of the little treats and added a blob of squirty cream to both.

I grinned at him. “I knew you were a squirty cream sort of bloke.”

“Anyone who says they don’t squirt some straight in their mouth from the fridge is a liar,” he said.

“Guilty,” I said.

My mum nudged my dad. “He does.”

He scowled. “I don’t.”

“I’ve caught you loads of times. Sometimes he pops a strawberry in then squirts the cream on top.”

“So classy.” I smirked at my dad. He was smiling, taking it in good humour.

1stroked Lucas’s leg again and this time I thought the tense muscle had relaxed just a touch which had to be a win.

“Do you play chess, Lucas?” my dad asked out of the blue and I gaped at him. There it was. An invitation to chess. It didn’t get much better than that.

“Yes,” Lucas said and I smiled so hard I thought my face would crack.

Coffee was accompanied by after dinner liqueurs. “You can take a drink, Lucas,” Mum said. “You’re both staying.”

Lucas glanced at me, trying, it seemed, not to look too horrified, and I just beamed at him because I was a bit drunk and all was right with the world. I was going to stay here in my mum and dad’s lovely cosy house with Lucas lying beside me. Nothing could be more perfect.

Warmth heated my stomach as I remembered last night and I shifted in my chair as my dick hardened. That was one thing we couldn’t do tonight under my parents’ roof. No way. As much as I wanted it. And I really wanted it. I squeezed his leg and when he looked at me, I’m guessing he saw the desire in my eyes because I felt him tense, then shift in his chair, his pupils dilating. Yeah, he was as hard as me and wanted to fuck me. I don’t know how my parents couldn’t feel the electricity crackling between us. How exactly would I keep my hands off him later? The scent of his alluring aftershave wafted over to me. I felt the heat and solidity of his body and remembered what he looked like naked. Like a God. Solid and hard and… I ground my teeth. Perhaps I could go to the toilet for a quick wank. The way I was going, I was going to come in my pants if I didn’t.

We got to the present opening finally. The four of us on the floor by the Christmas tree, passing gifts to each other. My mum had bought me a mountain of presents as she always had from being a baby. I doubted my dad ever had much input other than money into these. This year there was a new Kindle and I squawked in delight because my model was ancient and on its last legs. Lucas nodded in approval and smiled as I fawned and shrieked. This was followed by some good old fashioned paperbacks, chocolates, my favourite toiletries and some clothes. My mum always got everything right. She knew me inside out and had never bought me a bad present.

I’d bought her a pair of diamond earrings. They had cost me a fortune on Ebay but well under the retail value and came with one of those certificates to say the diamonds were real and not some knock off Christmas cracker shite. My dad was harder to buy for. I tried to avoid the cliché of socks, but it was hard. This year I’d bought him a few books from Waterstones and he looked delighted enough. So did Lucas. I nudged him. “Jealous?”

“A bit,” he responded with a smile. It was a winsome smile though. I hadn’t missed the edge of unease he had during present opening. I was guessing he had never had this before. Sitting around a tree opening presents. But there was one here for him with a tag inscribed to him from my parents and he looked at them both with embarrassed astonishment when my mum handed it over. Where had she got a gift for him at such short notice? I had no idea any shops were open on Christmas Day and I doubted even Amazon would be willing to send somebody around on today of all days. It didn’t look like she was going to spill the beans. She glanced at me with a serene smile that said not telling.

Lucas tore open the brown paper printed with red Christmas trees. Only recyclable paper for my mum. Inside was an adult colouring book called Vegan Problems Not Safe for Work Edition together with a box of expensive marker pens. I sniggered as Lucas flicked through the pages looking bemused and I saw multiple expletives.

“It’s for stress relief,” my mum said hurriedly. “You know, mindfulness.”

“Of course,” Lucas said with a smile edging onto his face.

I nudged him. “Perfect to take to the board room for one of your boring meetings.”

The warm look he gave me nearly curled my toes. I marvelled again that this gorgeous, adorable man was here with me on Christmas Day. I needed to go for that wank badly.

“Happy birthday,” mum said and he thanked her graciously.

I shifted on the floor, bringing my knees up to hide the bulge in my pants and wishing we’d booked in at the shit hotel on the way here for fast, furious sex.

Present opening was finally over. Lucas was sitting stiffly on the couch at the opposite end to my dad, the chessboard set up on the marble-topped table between them. I excused myself and while visitors normally used the downstairs bathroom in the entrance hall, I ran noiselessly upstairs in my socks and locked myself in the bathroom. There I let a groan spill from my mouth as I ran a hand over my pants, teasing the shape of my hard cock. I was torn between dwelling on Lucas’s unease and worrying about what it meant for our future beyond this day, and satisfying myself as quickly and dirtily as I could.

My baser urges won. I yanked my belt open followed by my button and zip, dragging my erection from my underpants and aiming it over the sink as I stroked greedily from root to tip. I gasped in relief at the feel of my hand on my needy flesh and shut my eyes, conjuring up last night to help me over the finish line. The dark room, his amazing body, him going down on me, the feel of his hot, wet mouth around my swollen cock and then his fingers inside me, stroking my prostate. I shivered as I jerked my dick hard, remembering the feel of him penetrating me, how he felt in my arse, filling me so full, so perfectly. “Fuck,” I moaned out. “Please.” As though I was back on that bed begging him to fuck me. I wanted to beg him again. I wanted him to be here behind me, bending me over the sink. Making me beg him for it before he slid inside and made me scream.

I couldn’t last. I didn’t want to last. I wanked myself into oblivion, coming with a cry, spurting into the sink and onto the tiles behind it, thick hot ropes, emptying my balls with one spasm after another. I withered over the sink, panting hard, wrung out and still wishing his dick was in my arse.