He glances up at the mistletoe still hanging above him, a smile curving his lips when he looks back at me.
Oh, it’s like that, is it?
His arms slide around my waist when I reach him, pulling me close. It’s the easiest thing in the world to lean in and kiss him. There’s no hesitation, no worrying if this is ok, if it’s what we both want. At some point we’ve moved on from that stage, and I’d be kidding myself if I tried to pass this off as something casual.
But I’ll be moving out in the near future and I’m still unsure what that’ll mean for us. Forced proximity is athing. How can I be sure that we’ll still feel this way when we’re not living in the same space?
I guess there’s only one way to find out, but that’s a problem for future Reed. It’s Christmas Eve, I’ve got my arms full of Jerry and his hard cock pressing against my hip. Now is so not the time for introspection. It’ll all be there in the morning, so I’m gonna ignore everything except the man currently taking me apart with his hot mouth and talented tongue.
He kisses me like I’m the only thing in his world right now, the centre of all his attention, and it’s a heady feeling I could easily get used to. His fingers dig into my hips as he backs me up against the nearest wall, grunting in approval when it gives me leverage to grind against him. Honestly, with the way we’re going at it, I could probably come right here in his hallway,especially when his kisses trail down my throat and he growls out “bed” against my skin.
My mind is totally on board with it, but my body is too busy reacting to the scrape of his teeth along my collarbone, the press of his cock against mine as he rolls his hips. And for the next few minutes there’s just the sound of shaky inhales and low moans as neither of us moves from the tight embrace were locked in.
But there’s no fucking way I’m not getting him naked tonight.
“Jerry,” I murmur, making a half-hearted effort to ease him off me, because the last thing I want him to do is stop touching me. I need him to meet me halfway if we have any chance of making it upstairs. “I want—” He slides a hand between us, palming my dick, and my filthy moan is so loud I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking turned on right now. “Naked.” It’s all I can manage as I thrust into his touch, desperate for more. More of everything, anything, I don’t care at this point, I just want it.
I’m so gone, I try and pull him back against me when my words finally seem to register and Jerry takes a step back.
His eyes are dark, pupils blown, as he sweeps a hungry gaze over me and reaches out a hand. “Come on.” His voice is low, rough, and my body instantly obeys like it knows what’s in store if we do what he says, and I grasp his hand tight.
He leads me up the stairs to his bedroom, and his eyes never leave mine as we shed our clothes in what has to be record time for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so coordinated in my life, and I manage to get everything off without falling over or getting stuck. It means I’m already naked when he gets tangled up in his T-shirt. With the material covering his face as he tries to wrestle himself free, I take the opportunity to help him with his underwear.
He stills as I hook my thumbs in the waistband and slide his tight black boxers slowly over his hips. His cock is right there,begging for some attention, and I drop to my knees and give in to the urge to taste him.
I take him deep, teasing the length of him with my tongue as I suck him slow and thorough.
“Reed,” Jerry whispers, the sound muffled by his T-shirt, but the desperation is loud and clear. I want him to say my name like that at least a few more times tonight, so as much as I want to stay exactly where I am, I give him one last lazy suck and then stand to help him escape his clothes.
As soon as he’s free, he kisses me, chasing the taste of himself as he walks me back towards the bed. We tumble down onto it, a mess of limbs and laughter, and I love that we can be like this. When he rolls me on top of him, his eyes are alight with both amusement and a heat so intense I feel it wash over me, setting my skin on fire.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs, dragging me down so our lips crash together in a move that steals my breath, steals my words too so all I can do is grunt in agreement. There’s nothing I want more in this moment than to sink inside him, to take him apart and hear him moan my name again and again.
Like our kiss downstairs, it’s so fucking easy to take the lube and condom he shoves towards me. To settle between his spread legs and make room for myself. He gasps as I push my cock inside him, and it feels so fucking good I need to take a moment to justbreathe.
“Hey.” Jerry’s hands tangle in my hair, lifting my head until our eyes meet. His expression softens, full of an emotion I’m not ready to put a name to, but it fills me with a warmth I feel all the way to my toes. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile, can’t not with him looking at me like that. He tugs me into a kiss that starts off slow, a lazy exploration as we find our rhythm. My hips move of their own accord, drawn into action when Jerry wraps his legs around my back.
It’s all-consuming, this feeling spreading throughout my body, my skin on fire everywhere we touch. Low, guttural moans fill the air between us, and every grind of my hips pulls me closer to that edge as I thrust into him again and again.
“Fuck,Reed.” Jerry grips the back of my neck with one hand, the other snaking between us to wrap around his cock. I want to watch, want to see the moment he falls apart, but I can’t tear my gaze away from his.
There’s so much emotion in his eyes, it almost hurts to stare into them, but I welcome every tug on my heart because the hurt is so fucking good. Everything narrows down to the grip of Jerry’s body as his legs tighten around me, his back arches, and those beautiful eyes of his snap shut as he comes.
It starts at the base of my spine, pleasure building and building as I watch him come undone beneath me. It’s the most beautiful sight, and I bite my lip, thrusting into him as he rides the waves of his orgasm until I can’t hold back any longer.
I come with my face buried in the crook of his neck, the scent of him filling my lungs as I cling to him for all I’m worth.
Silence settles around us, broken only by our laboured breathing until Jerry wraps his arms around me, and he whispers, “Merry Christmas.”
I lift my head enough to glance to the side, seeing his phone lit up on the bedside table.
It’s five past midnight.
I kiss the base of his throat, slowly working my way up until I reach his mouth. “Merry Christmas.” I kiss him properly, pouring everything into it that I’m not ready to admit just yet, and hoping he gets it.
His smile is soft as he strokes my cheek, his eyes reflecting everything back at me, and it would be the perfect moment to say the words that I’m pretty sure we’re both thinking. But Ican’t, it’s way too soon, and I’m not in a position to offer that to him. Not yet.
