Riley wanted to kiss him so badly. He moved into Alex’s space and pressed him against the wall, their bodies flush from thigh to chest. “We’ll make it quick.” Settling his hands on Alex’s hips, he leaned in to trail kisses along the smooth skin on his neck, working his way up.
Alex’s head hit the wall with a softthunk. “Really quick.” He let Riley kiss him some more, then gently eased him back. “Stop, or I’ll be saying good night while sporting a hard-on.”
Riley laughed and buried his face in the crook of Alex’s neck for just a second longer. He smelled so good; whatever aftershave he’d put on earlier had a subtle hint of apple and cinnamon. “You smell Christmassy.”
Alex’s shoulders moved as he chuckled. “Do I?”
“Mm-hmm.” Riley sighed and breathed him in some more. “Very festive.”
“Come on.” Alex pushed him back until there was actual space between them. “Let’s get this over with.” He clapped a hand over his mouth and looked so horrified that Riley laughed some more. “Oh God, that sounded so bad.”
“Yeah.” Riley poked him in the shoulder, grinning. “Fancy insulting my family when they’ve done nothing but treat you like a third son.” All joking aside, Alex still looked guilty, and Riley needed to nip that in the bud. “For God’s sake, Al, I know what you meant.” He reached for Alex’s hand and tugged him along as he headed for the stairs. “And remember, go in, say goodnight, and retreat. Whatever you do, don’t engage, or we’ll be there for ages—and I have plans.”
“Do you, now?” Alex followed him up the stairs, a smile replacing his guilty expression.
“Yep.” Riley lowered his voice almost to a whisper. “They involve lube and a lot less clothes.”
Alex’s eyes darkened and his gaze dropped to Riley’s arse before snapping back up. He groaned. “I’m warning you—” He waved a finger at Riley. “—keep talking like that, and things will get very embarrassing upstairs.”
“For you, maybe. There’s no chance of me getting hard on the way to see my parents.” Riley affected an incredulous expression. “What’s wrong with you?” He should have expected what came next, but alcohol had clearly affected his reasoning.
Alex grasped Riley’s hand, stopping him midstep and stood close enough behind him for Riley to feel his cock. He whispered next to Riley’s ear, “When we get back downstairs, I’m going to strip you naked and lay you out on your bed so I can look at you. Then I’m going to suck your cock and play with your arse until you come.”
Fuck.Riley swallowed and reached down to palm the front of his jeans; Alex’s huff of laughter tickled the side of his neck. “Bastard.”
“Now you know how I feel.”
“Yes, I do.” Riley pushed back and rubbed against Alex’s semi. But that had the added effect of turning him on too, and they really needed to stop. “Okay, I get your point. Truce?”
Alex kissed him once, then moved away; by the sounds of it, he was adjusting himself. Riley waited a couple of minutes, fussing with his shirt to make sure it covered any lingering evidence, and then he glanced back over his shoulder. “Ready?”
“Yep.”
Alex gestured for him to carry on up the stairs, so he did.
Riley’s mum and dad were sitting on the sofa, watching TV—Charlie was apparently still out with his mates. Riley checked his watch—10.50 p.m. “You’re up late.”
“It’s not even eleven o’clock,” his mum said, pausing the TV programme and turning to face them fully. “We’re not that old.”
Riley knew better than to comment on that. She eyed them both before smirking. “You two are back earlier than we were expecting.”
His dad joined in. “Get bored at the pub?”
“No. We just… um….” Riley felt himself blushing.
Alex coughed next to him, but it sounded suspiciously like a disguised laugh.
“I wanted to give Riley his present at midnight,” Alex—the bastard—offered.
Riley nearly choked on his tongue. God, his face was aflame now. Shooting Alex a glare, he managed a smile despite his parents looking like they were seconds from bursting into laughter. “Right, then… we just wanted to wish you both a Merry Christmas before turning in.”
Turning in?Christ, now he sounded older than his parents.
His mum smiled at them. “Merry Christmas, boys. See you in the morning.”
Riley practically hustled Alex out of the living room and back to the stairs. They were halfway down when muffled laughter sounded behind them.
Alex glanced up, a big grin in place. “Are they laughing at us?”
