Chapter Ten

Barrett

We went back to my place because I needed to take Pearly out and then we just stayed. It was nice to have Kent here in my space, even if it wasn’t Christmassy at all.

“Sorry I don’t have any decorations out.” I went toward the kitchen. “I only have powdered hot chocolate, but maybe a glass of wine?”

“Sure that would be nice.” He followed me and came to stand at the island while I opened a bottle of deep red spiced wine. “That smells amazing.”

“It comes from a vineyard I visited once, and tasted it and fell in love. I don’t want it every day of the year, but I order a bottle or two each holiday season. After pouring a small amount in one wineglass, I handed it to him. “Taste it and see if you like it before I force a whole glass on you.”

“I think I’ll like it.” He held it up to his nose and inhaled. “Mmm. All the holiday scents.” Sipping a small amount, he did just like the sommelier or whatever you called the guy in charge of the tasting room taught me to do, letting some air run over it before swishing it a little and then swallowing. Actually there had been a suggestion to spit out to avoid drinking too much while tasting, but that wasn’t happening here. “It has the flavors of Christmas, too, but not so strong as to overwhelm the wine itself. Delicious.” He held out his glass. “Fill me up.”

I was only too happy to comply, pouring mine as well before digging some crisp crackers and a soft goat cheese log rolled in hazelnuts and cranberry out of the refrigerator.

“You may not decorate much…at all…but you certainly have the holiday treat spirit.” He took another sip of wine. “Yes. I think you’ve got this.”

“That’s reassuring because I still haven’t unpacked about half of my boxes and I was starting to think I’d need to decorate them with lights and tinsel.”

We strolled into the living room with our wine, including the rest of the bottle, and snacks, and I clicked on a lamp that stood on a packing box next to the sofa. I turned on the TV to a lo-fi Christmas stream. “Have a seat.” At least the coffee table was real. But looking around, I vowed I would find a little time at least to get the rest put away. Between work and preferring to spend my free time enjoying Kent’s company, I’d been slacking on the householder duties.

We sat side by side on the couch, nibbling on crackers and cheese and enjoying our wine, talking about the fun we’d had. The few inches of distance between us closed, thighs touching, arms bumping when we reached for our wine, and eventually lips bumping in a more planned and intense manner. I pressed him back into the cushions, fingertips reaching under his sweater and finding warm skin. “Is this all right?” I murmured against his lips.

“No.”

I stopped, lifting both hands into the air. “I’m sorry, stopping right now. I just thought—”

“I don’t mean stop.” He lifted my hand and kissed the palm, lips warm and firm against my skin. “I mean, it would be better than all right if we went to the bedroom?” His eyes were heavy lidded, his smile soft, lips swollen from kisses. “That is, presuming you sleep on a mattress and not a bunch of packing boxes with a sleeping bag.”

“Mmm.” I stood, closing my hand around his and tugging him to his feet as well. “I guess you’ll have to come with me and find out.” Luckily, first thing I did when moving in was set up the bed for real, something I’d been taught long ago when my folks bought their house when I was nine.

If you do nothing else, son, Dad said, make sure you have a place to lay your head because when you get tired after a long day of moving, you do not want to be hunting for the pillows.

We undressed one another on the way, but by the time I lifted him onto the edge of the mattress and dropped to my knees in front of him, I doubted he had any idea what was under him. Except my hands cupping his sweet ass cheeks, that was. His cock sprang up to meet my lips, hard and tipped with a droplet of salty pre-cum that I cleaned away with my tongue before getting down to the business of sucking. I wanted to take my time, wanted to torment him for hours, but I had no interest in coming before I found my way into his tight, hot hole.

Kent leaned back, propped on his elbows and breathing heavy. “That’s…oh, so good.”

Licking, sucking and teasing him with my teeth, I worked him higher. A fine tremble in his thighs ensued, and I stopped long enough to grab a tube of lube from, yes, a packing box.

He laughed, the sound cut off when I squeezed some of the lube onto a couple of fingers and began to prepare him to take me. So tight, even more than I had fantasized in the shower while dreaming of this night.

I lifted my face, lips wet with saliva, and met his gaze. “I’m bigger, girth and length, than most, so I’ve been told.”

“I saw that when I pulled your underwear off. Inside me please. I can take it.”

Plans to make him come before I fucked him slid away because I was not stupid enough to refuse an offer like that. Standing, I arranged him with his bottom hanging over the edge of the bed and moved in between his legs. “Anything you want.” Especially if it was something I also desired more than I’d been willing to admit even to myself.

We’d had the talk already about testing and being clean, although we hadn’t said when this might happen. But what it meant was no condoms. Another big squeeze of lube made me as slippery as his prepared hole, and so when I prodded his ring of muscles, they eased to allow me passage into the tight glove of his body.

So. Hot. And squeezing me like I’d never experiences. Milking me. Muscles rippling. “Stroke yourself,” I gasped. “I want to see you come before I let loose, and I don’t have a whole lot of self-control left. How are you so perfect for me?”

“It’s you who is perfect for me,” he breathed. “But don’t hold back. Fill me up with your cock and your cum.”

“Talking like that is gonna get you”—I closed his fist around his hard length— “filled up.”

Moving in and out, I savored each stroke, trying and failing to slow down, my balls tensing in a way I knew meant it was almost over. Enveloping his hand in mine, I jerked him tight and fast, until he groaned deep and spilled all over our joined fists.

Just in time because I had no more brain left and poured my cum into his ass, filling him just like he asked, and seeing bright stars wheeling in front of my eyes.

“Definitely, you’re the perfect one,” I moaned, holding myself up on one hand before falling to the side. “Can you stay over?”

“Try to stop me” he mumbled, snuggling into my arms. “Just try.”

I didn’t. Why would I when I wanted him here, his body against mine, lips handy for kissing. Also, I planned a repeat, with variations, as soon as I got my breath back.