13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

“ Have yourself a merry little Christmas, ” I sing out loud. Michael Bublé is playing on my phone as I make us some food. And by food, I mean a charcuterie board. I’m no chef like Tris, but I can put cheese and crackers on a board. After I woke up from the best sleep of my life with Tris attached to me like a sloth, I realised we both went to sleep in a cum coma. I needed to have a shower. I tried not to wake Tris while I was getting up, but that was nearly impossible with him wrapped around me. And much to his disappointment, I did not ‘ slip my dick back in .’ I had a serious chat with myself and set new rules as the first ones went out the window. I’ve made up my mind not to do anything else with him until we’ve had a conversation about whatever this thing is between us.

Tris is currently in the bath that I prepared for him after my shower. I’m setting the table in the kitchen, and it looks good if I do say so myself. Next to the thick wedges of hard cheese were clusters of ripe red grapes, followed by a stack of crackers and a triangle of Summerset brie. The table was set with mature cheese, crackers, creamy garlic cheese, black olives, and fresh strawberries cut into pieces. I poured us each a couple of fingers of brandy from my pantry, the amber liquid glinting in the soft light. I felt like I would need something to take the edge off when I talked to Tris. My phone starts playing ‘ Santa Baby ’ just as Tris comes walking into the kitchen.

My heart slams into my chest, bringing me to a full stop. The sight in front of me is… fucking temptation. Tris stands with a confidence that is both sexy and captivating. It leaves me speechless. I need to squish these spontaneous reactions quickly and remind myself he’s a no-go area right now. I’m trying to shut down my body’s response to him, but my mind is saying, ‘ fuck you, we want him .’ My rational brain clearly isn’t strong enough to compete against Tris.

He comes strolling past me in the shortest shorts known to man. Surely, they are intended for a toddler. They’re loose and red and look like they’re made from the wings of fairies. The delicate material gently hugs his body in the perfect places without being too tight. Round flesh peeks out, taunting me with its perfect wiggle. His slim legs seem to go on for miles considering he’s at least a foot shorter than my five-foot-eleven. The matching red crop top that leaves nothing to my imagination says, ‘ Teacher’s Pet .’

Fuck me all the way to Santa’s workshop.

“What are those?” I say, nodding at his shorts. He looks around with absolutely no fucks given that my body is about two seconds from combusting at the sight of him.

“What are what?” he quips innocently.

“Them… things…” I mumble, pointing toward the offending flimsy material.

Looking down, he runs his hand down one side of his shorts, twisting slightly so the side so his plump cheek is on display… again.

“Oh, these are my lounge shorts. Do you like them?”

Yes, very much. Too much. I want to feel them rubbing across my face. How easy will the material tear in my hands?

I gulp. “They’re a bit short. Maybe you want to put something else on. It can get cold in here.” Jesus, could I sound any more like a dad?

He waves me off. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just whack some more wood on the fire if I get cold. I don’t really like wearing much clothing,” he shrugs. “I find it too restricting. I like to be able to bend and not get a wedgie. Look.”

Jesus Christ, someone hold me back. As promised, he bends over right in front of me, exposing more of those fucking cheeks. Is it wrong that I want to scoop him up, lay him over my knees, and spank him for winding me up? Yes, it’s wrong. Very wrong. He’s your son’s best friend.

Still bent over, he looks over his shoulder at me and bites his lip. I narrow my eyes. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was doing it on purpose. Oh, what am I talking about? Of course, he’s doing it on purpose. He can’t bloody help himself. Oh, I’m so done for. He’s a brat. I love brats. I turn and walk to the kitchen table, pick up my brandy, and gulp down the lot. I take a deep breath as the alcohol warms the back of my throat. I need to calm down before I follow through with my itching hands.

“Ooh, you made cheese and crackers! I brought all this stuff because Jake and Lewis normally come to my place over Christmas, and we stuff our faces. I’m trying not to break traditions even though they aren’t here this year. Just looove stuffing my face… amongst other things, don’t you?” he smacks his lips before picking up a grape and popping it in his mouth. “Have you heard from them?” He blinks innocently.

I pull out a chair for him to sit in and then I take the one opposite. “Yeah, Jake texted me this morning. Said they’re going to a bistro today. They had a bit of snow, but nothing like here.” Picking up a cracker, I spread some of the creamy garlic cheese and pass it to Tris. Then make one for myself.

“Thank you,” he says, taking a bite. “Did you tell him you were here with me?”

Taking a bite of mine, I raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t need to. You already told him.”

A slight blush creeps up his neck. “Sorry. I only told him you’d come to help me and that you were snowed in. I didn’t tell him about... us.” He takes a small sip of his brandy and looks at me over the glass. “Is there an ‘ us ?’” Fuck, there’s this vulnerable edge to his voice that makes me want to lay out the entire world at his feet.

Because I want there to be. An ‘ us.’ “I don’t know, Tris,” I mutter.

“Look, you know I like you? Like... really like you.” I nod. Because yes, I know he does. “I’m pretty sure you like me, too, unless you go around sticking your dick in everyone you get snowed in with.”

I spray my cracker all over the table, possibly snorting some crumbs out my nose too. Grabbing his glass, I take a sip to clear my mouth. For fuck’s sake! This boy and his bluntness. He pops another grape into his mouth as he waits for my reply. I push my glasses back up my nose as I look at him. I have no defences around him. Taking a deep breath, I sigh, “Yes, to liking you. No, to the other part.”

“That’s what I thought. So... I’m thinking I’d really like to sample your cock again because, let me tell you, you know what you’re doing with that weapon, and I very much would like it in me again.” This time he eats a strawberry like he’s just told me what the time is. Not a care in the world that he’s offering me something I very much want. Him.

I’m a schoolteacher, so not much fazes me. But Tris. He seems to have the remote control to all my emotions. No one has ever been so upfront with me when it comes to sex. It’s normally me asking the questions, but in a very demure way. Whereas Tris says it like it is and I’m actually really liking it. Why beat around the bush, as they say? It’s refreshing. “What would this thing between us look like?”

“Well... we could just fuck while we’re here. I mean, there’s no TV, so it’s kinda your fault that I need something to keep me occupied.” The little shit smirks. My fingers start to itch again. I shake them out at my sides. “Once we leave here, we can part ways. Go back to our lives. It doesn’t have to become a thing; I know you don’t want me as a boyfriend, and I respect your boundaries. But we’re both adults and horny and snowed in. Seems like the perfect combo to me,” he winks. “Just think about it.” He passes me a cracker with a wedge of cheese on.

My whole being is telling me he’s perfect in every way. I don’t do relationships, and he doesn’t want one. We both love to have sex. We were on fire together. It’s a win-win. Right?

We sit in a comfortable silence eating, with the Christmas songs in the background, mixed with the odd pop and crack of the fire. Once we’re full, we clear away the food and I pour myself another drink.

“Let’s go sit in the front room,” I suggest as he follows me. Placing my drink down on the side table, I sit on the sofa. Tris comes and stands in front of me.

“Open up,” he says, hands on his hips.

“What?” I frown, confused.

“Your arms. I want to sit too.”

“Umm, you can sit here.” I pat the space next to me.

“Nope, I’m sitting in your lap, big guy,” he bites into his plump bottom lip, his gaze drifting to my groin.

Before I even have a chance to protest, his full weight is sitting on me. “Oof,” I blurt. Both his arms go round my neck as he stretches out his legs on the sofa and gets comfy, rubbing on my dick that’s popped up like a whack-a-mole. With one hand on his waist, I tentatively place the other on his leg to still him.

“See, this is much better. I told you I’m a snuggler.” Resting his head on my shoulder, he makes a contented sigh.

We both stare into the fire, flames dancing around, and just like Tris, they’re bright and full of energy, but deadly if not treated correctly. Can I really do this? Be with him just for now? The way he’s settled so perfectly in my lap reminds me of how lonely I am by myself, even though it’s my choice. Being around him makes me want more. More with him, at least.

“Okay,” I say into his fragrant curls.

Sitting up, he looks at me with wide eyes, the fire reflected in them. “Okay?” He breathes.

“Yeah, checkmate. You win. We can be together. But just while we’re here.”

The squeal that comes out of him as he hugs me makes me laugh. God, he makes me feel alive.

Kissing my neck, he says, “You won’t regret it. Just don’t go falling in love with me, okay?”

Love? Me? Never gonna happen.