He hums against my neck, a low, satisfied sound, and presses his lips there again. “Maybe,” he says, nipping lightly at my skin, “but I like to see how distracted I can make you.”
I exhale sharply, hands instinctively going to his hip, then stopping myself. “So you’re testing me,” I question, my voice a little ragged.
Keep it together, Miggy.
“Maybe,” he says again, teeth grazing my jaw. “Maybe I’m testing Santa.”
I groan, tilting my head so he can’t reach certain spots, but he’s persistent, brushing his nose along mine, pressing his lips against my collarbone, and moving his hands just enough to make me tense. My focus on the movie evaporates entirely.
“You know,” he murmurs, rolling slightly so his body presses more firmly against mine, “I could just distract you all night if I wanted.”
“I…” I try to keep my tone steady, but the heat in my chest betrays me. His hand slides under the waistband of my jeans again, fingertips tracing lightly over the fabric, teasing, not pressing too far, and I stiffen instinctively.
“Mhmm,” he hums, lips brushing along my neck again. “Feeling that?”
“Yes,” I admit, voice tight. “You’re… oh,fuck yes.”
“Distracting,” he whispers, tugging me closer so our thighs press together under the blanket. “You’re so easily distracted,big brother.”
Fuck me.
If Caleb keeps this up, I might come in my pants.
I tilt my head back against his shoulder, feeling his chest warm beneath me, his hand still teasing along the top of my leg. The movie continues on the screen, explosions and gunfire echoing faintly, but neither of us cares.
He slides a hand along my side, brushing under my shirt, and I catch his gaze. “Big brother,” he murmurs, lips hovering near mine, “I don’t need McClane to save Christmas when I have you here.”
Shivering, I lean into him, giving a small laugh against his shoulder. “Fuck, Caleb,” I say again, though my voice betrays how much I want him. “You’re killing me here.”
“Oh, I know,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of my neck, “and the fact that you can’t focus on the movie because of me is amazing.”
I exhale, letting myself melt against him, body heating under his touch, mind a delicious mix of firelight, snowstorm, and the little brush of his hand over my jeans. The blanket hides the heat of it, the tension, the boldness, but I know he’s watching me, testing me, and I let myself enjoy every second.
The night is still young, the snow is falling hard, and Caleb is a bold, brattish little storm pressed against me, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.
And honestly?
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Caleb’s boldness only grows as the movie drones on, explosions and Christmas chaos on the screen barely registering anymore. His lips trail along my neck again, this time slower, more deliberate, pressing open-mouthed kisses that leave a faint burn in their wake. I tilt my head back, letting him take his time, groaning softly when his teeth graze just the right spot.
“I warned you,” I murmur, hands clutching his waist under the blanket, “you’re playing with fire.”
“Mhmm,” he hums, eyes glinting with mischief, hand sliding lower, teasing at the waistband of my boxers. “And I like fire. It keeps you warm.”
I should have taken him away from everything sooner if this is what I get when Caleb disconnects from everything.
Note to self: more secluded vacations.
Maybe I need to buy him a cabin in the woods and just keep him out here forever.
With me.
The brush of his fingers makes heat coil low in my stomach. I let out a sharp exhale, tilting him toward me, lips capturing his in a hard, desperate kiss. His tongue nudges mine, and I moan into him, pulling him closer so there’s no space between us. My hands roam over his chest, feeling the curve of his pecs and the firmness of his abs, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
“You’ve ruined me, pretty boy,” I rasp, tugging the shirt over his head and letting it fall somewhere behind us.
“It’s only fair since you ruined me on Halloween,” he breathes against my lips, teeth grazing my bottom lip in a playful nip before kissing me again, hard. His hands wander lower, slipping under the blanket to cup me through the thin fabric of my jeans, teasing, testing, making me squirm.
