“What you want?” Brody’s hands slid up and down Diego’s body.
Diego didn’t answer with words. One hand reached down to unfasten Brody’s pants as they kissed. He yanked the jeans, pulling them just enough to expose Brody’s underwear and the wet stain created from Brody’s leaking cock.
Perfect. Diego knelt down, mouth already watering, and pressed his face against that damp cloth. He sniffed deeply, the scent of cock and cum and Brody, then worked at shifting the clothing around until Brody’s cock bobbed free in front of him.
Brody’s mouth was half-open, breathing slow. Diego smiled as he kept their eyes locked on each other, closing his lips around Brody’s cockhead, and groaning at the taste.
He felt Brody’s knees shake as his mouth pulled back, then slid lower down that thick shaft. Brody’s hands freed his hair from the rubber tie he’d used to pull it out of his face. “So fucking beautiful, you know that?”
No one had ever called Diego beautiful.
Diego took the full length in his mouth, working his tongue along the thick vein at the bottom and back up, teasing at the slit, already slick. He relaxed his throat as much as possible when Brody’s hips began moving, thrusting shallow into Diego’s mouth. Diego’s hands slid around Brody’s ass, squeezing those firm muscles, and encouraging Brody to fuck his mouth.
Brody’s hands grasped at Diego’s long hair, holding it tight. “You want this?” he asked in a low rasp, and when Diego nodded, Brody’s hips pistoned faster, pushing his cock all the way down Diego’s throat.
Diego’s eyes closed. He took slow breaths when he could. The sharp pull on his hair as his nose pressed rough against Brody’s pubic hair had his eyes blinking with moisture. But he held on, rewarded when Brody shuttered with a loud shout, pouring himself down Diego’s throat.
Afterward, they lay shirtless on the bed. Diego’s head rested on Brody’s chest, comforted by the sound of that strong heart beating in his beautiful body. Peach had settled in the living room during their encounter, but now joined them at the foot of the bed.
Diego purred like a cat as Brody ran his fingers through his long hair. “I know it’s only been less than a week since I last saw you, but that felt too long. Have you been okay?” Diego traced his finger around Brody’s pink nipple.
Brody answered with a grunt as he lay next to Diego. “Yeah. But so much better now,” he said and used his fingers to turn Diego’s face toward him. He leaned down and their lips met in the softest brush—so different from the intensity of that blow job. “I didn’t mean to just grab you like that, babe.”
But Diego smiled widely. “I’m just glad you’re feeling better.” He reached down to cup Brody’s now flaccid penis. “This was a pleasant surprise.”
Brody hissed at the touch but laughed as he kissed Diego again. “Well, maybe I’ll surprise you again before you leave.” But then he sat up and rolled his neck. “We gotta get moving. Time to pick the boys up from school and I know they’ll be glad to see you. It’s all they talked about at breakfast today.” Brody pulled his shirt on. “By the way, they wanted to know if you’d be coming back for Christmas. I told them I’d check with you, so be prepared for them asked ‘bout that.”
Hearing that both warmed Diego and worried him. He loved knowing the boys cared about him already, but what would happen if (and when) this ended? “That’s sweet,” he murmured as he pulled his hair back into a low ponytail.
But that shadow flit across Brody’s face, and Diego stepped in the doorway to keep Brody from leaving the room. “Are we going to talk about whatever’s bothering you?”
Brody caught his eye. “There’s time enough for our problems later. Let’s go get the boys and have dinner.” He kissed Diego’s forehead. “Everything’s fine, babe, I promise. We’ll talk later.”
Dinner was loud and chatty, the four of them sitting around the table. Jonah talked about the food web project he’d done at school. Even Jace chipped in with an animated description of a video Audra had shown them of a squirrel being chased by a bird, who was also being chased by a cat.
Sure enough, they asked Diego if he’d come back for Christmas.
“I’ll try.” Diego meant it. He wanted to be honest with them and never give them a reason to distrust his words. “I usually spend the day with my sister and our friends.”
But this year—things would be different, Diego realized. His close friends all had new relationships and would want to spend the holiday with their loved ones.
Then it hit him—this was their first Christmas separated from their mother. Diego knew from experience that it would hurt. “I should check with my sister, but—” Damn, it was hard to say no to those cute little faces, looking up at him with hope in their enormous hazel eyes, so much like Brody’s. “I don’t see why I can’t come for a least a few days.”
They cheered and as Brody’s foot nudged his under the table, something inside Diego clicked into place. Christmas here, with these little guys and Brody—that’s what he wanted.
That would make him happy.
But later that evening, as he and Brody lay curled up under thick blankets, Diego wheedled what was bothering Brody. “She hasn’t given up the court case?”
“Nope. I don’t understand what she’s thinking.”
“What does your lawyer think?”
Brody snorted. “She’s just as confused as I am. On paper, it’s a no brainer. Legally, she shouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. We filed my guardianship papers with Nichole’s lawyer with no problems. Everything by the book.”
Diego pressed his lips against Brody’s chest. “We both know that sometimes the law doesn’t work well with people like us.”
“That’s the only thing that concerns me. This place, this town… sometimes it feels like we’re still in the 1800s.”
