“Come inside? It’s freezing.” Ichabod started backing up toward the house.
“Uh-huh. Coming.” He followed right along. Chrissy was at day care. The kids were at school. Even if a storm kicked up hard, they had time before they had to go get them.
So he was going to take this and run with it.
The house was warm and solid, quiet, and it was the easiest thing ever to step up to Ichabod, draw their lips together again.
“Mmm.” Ichabod wrapped both arms around his neck, pressing up close, rubbing against his belly through their clothes.
He wasn’t sure what he’d thought Ichabod would be like, but this eager hunger surprised the hell out of him. His own desire was no shock. He’d been jacking off to Ichabod for weeks.
He chuckled, walking Ichabod back toward a flatsurface.
“Never made love in this house.”
He tilted his head. “No? Not even…before?”
“No! God no. That would be weird.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess so. Is it weird now? ‘Cause it’s awful cold to go to the barn.” Ellis grinned.
“No. This is our house now. Not Vic’s.” Ichabod palmed his ass. “Not weird.”
“Right.” He went up on tiptoe, because that made his cock jerk in his jeans. Damn.
“I—I want you. Can we…I mean, how far do you want to go?” Sweet man.
“As far as we can, honey. But I will never push for something you don’t want. Bedroom?” That was right to the point, he figured.
“Please. I want to see you. Touch you.” Ichabod twined their fingers together and led him down the hall.
He followed eagerly, his body warming now they were inside, his blood running hot. He wanted Ichabod naked with him, wanted to touch and lick every part of him.
They got to the bedroom, which was the least finished room in the house—mostly a bed and boxes piled up all around, markedpictures,clothes, andknickknacks.
Ellis had seen it before a couple of times when Ichabod had asked him to bring something down to the studio, like a change of clothes, or a weird tool he hadn’t unpacked yet. But Ellis liked the bones of the space, and he knew that bed had to be comfy.
And it was absolutely big enough for two.
Ichabod pulled off his hoodie before helping him to unbutton his flannel. It was incredible, to see those clever fingers dance over his buttons.
His belly tightened, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. It was a hell of way to start, and he ached for this, his cock pushing at his zipper, begging to get out.
He wanted to feel Ichabod’s hands on him, and he didn’t want to wait — not for anything.
It wasn’t until Ichabod got his shirt all the way open and started pushing it off his shoulders that Ellis realized he ought to help.
“Sorry, baby, for just standing here. You make me a little dizzy.”
“A little dizzy is all right. I can accept that.” Ichabod grinned at him, pushing that amazing silver hair out of his face. “I like that I get to unwrap you.”
He licked his lips, his gut burning. “I’m all yours.”
“Yeah? That’s a hell of a good thing.” Ichabod watched as he shrugged the shirt off all the way, then attacked the buttons of his jeans. “But you can help. I don’t want to damage anything important with a zipper.”
“Nope. I need that.” He helped ease said zipper down. “It is all for you, though.”
“Uh-huh.” Ichabod was looking down, that gaze focused on his fly, and he moaned when his cock sprang free, the relief from all that pressure kind of amazing. His cock was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it, and as he shoved his jeans off, nearly toppling over because his boots were still on, Ichabod took him in hand.
