Fourteen

Garrett

It had been a while since I trusted someone enough to let them fuck me. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it, because I enjoyed the hell out of it. But I just didn’t want that level of intimacy with every person I had sex with. Sure, a blow job or hand job felt great, and led to the same release. But somewhere between the frantic need I had for him to when I decided it didn’t matter if I fucked him or he fucked me, I knew there was something about him that drew me in. He was not my type. Not even close.

I usually dated people who were easy-going and fun to be with. He was fun to be with, I loved spending time with him, but he was more like a storm on the horizon. You knew it was going to strike but not when. I brushed back the hair from his face as he pounded into me and tried to keep my eyes open as desire and sensation tried to force them closed.

“I never thought I’d be getting fucked by an elf,” I said, unable to hold it in.

His eyes widened before he laughed and increased his efforts. “You can call me whatever you want, as long as you call me, and who knows you may be fucking an elf later,” he said, and I knew that line was from something, but I had no clue what and it didn’t matter right now as the need to come overwhelmed me. He gripped my dick and stroked me a few times before I couldn’t hold back a moment more and shot all over my chest. He followed soon after before collapsing on the bed next to me.

“Wow!” I stared at him while we both tried to catch our breath.

“Yeah, you can say that again.” He grinned at me, and once again I noticed how much it changed his whole demeaner.

“I love your smile,” I whispered while trailing my knuckles on his cheek. “I guess we should probably go clean up.”

“Wait right here, I’ll go get a washcloth,” he said and froze in place as soon as he stood. He’d tied off the condom and held it pinched between two fingers not sure where to go.

“First door on the right, there’s a washcloth in the bathroom.” He kissed me before hurrying out of the room. He was back before I had time to think about being impatient and wiped me off with a warm washcloth. “Just toss it in the laundry basket. Now, want to watch a movie?”

“I’d love to,” he said. I walked over to my closet and grabbed both of us some pajama bottoms and t-shirts. He slipped them both on without another word and I turned on the television. We settled into bed with pillows piled behind us while I scanned the different options.

“What sounds good?” I asked.

“Anything,” he said but he wasn’t looking at the television. I turned to look at him and was met with a cheeky grin. His hair was standing up all over the place, his skin was still flushed with color, and since I’d met him, I’d never seen him looking so relaxed.

“Are you sure?” I asked, and had the feeling I could get him to agree to whatever I wanted right now. He nodded his head and scooted close enough to rest it on my shoulder.

“I’m sure.”

“Let’s try this.” I started the Christmas movie we’d spoken about before where Santa is a Viking warrior with a heart of gold protecting a family from being robbed and terrorized. We stayed snuggled under the blankets and after giving each other a blow job, both fell asleep.

My dreams were filled with a grouchy elf that maybe wasn’t really so grouchy at all and was definitely someone I wanted to know better than I did. Being with him was so easy, as if our bodies knew each other already and all we needed was the opportunity to be together. I’d had plenty of one-night stands, and a few hookups, but this didn’t feel the same, and even my dreams told me it was more.

I held him for a while, and when I rolled over it was to wake up in his arms. We were magnet and steel pulled together no matter if we tried or not. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke to him kissing the back of my neck. Gentle kisses that called me to him and promised even more. Rolling over, I held his face in my hands while I kissed him back. We shed our clothes and time seemed to slow.

His skin was electric as I trailed my hands over his toned body memorizing every dip and ridge. His flat stomach flinched at my touch, and I noticed he had a smattering of hair on his chest that I couldn’t seem to stop running my fingers through. “Your turn,” he whispered before kissing me again.

I reached for the lube and condoms and after making sure we were both so close to finishing if we didn’t get to it, I slid into him from behind while stroking his dick. His hand covered mine and we both slowly stroked him while I forced myself to go slow. He draped his leg over my hip, and I kissed his neck while he entwined our fingers that slid on his hardness.

He grunted and I slowed down, wanting to make it last. Turning his face to me, we kissed, and the feel of his tongue in my mouth while I gripped his hip and hoped for more control while our frantic pace slowed and calmed. I enjoyed every fucking moment of it. This was different. It was very different. Somehow my need to come had been replaced with the need to listen to every noise he made, and to do whatever it took to hear that grunt or groan again.

His eyes drifted closed and his dick started to swell, he was close. I tried to hold off my own need to finish, but the way he looked and how warm and tight he felt didn’t help and I came before he did but still managed to pump him enough to push him over the edge too. For far too long we stayed there, even after I slid out of him and tied the condom off. I only moved away long enough to drop it on the floor, more than content to hold him a while longer.

I finally knew we’d need to clean up or be uncomfortable all night. This time it was me who brought the warm washcloth and helped him clean up. His eyes were closed but a sweet smile played on his lips. My body fit perfectly against his as I lay back down, and as soon as I draped my arm across his waist, his hand found mine.