“Not Tourette’s.I don’t actually have Tourette’s.Just plain ole fashioned idiocy.”
“You’re not an idiot.”Randall took Tom’s hand off his face.He smoothed his thumb over Tom’s fingers, then planted a soft kiss on his middle knuckle.
He inched closer to Tom, his pupils wide and earnest.
“Wait, do you have a crush on me?”Tom asked.
Randall answered with a kiss on the lips.
CHAPTER10
Two weeks until Christmas
Tom wokeup the next morning in Randall’s arms, fully clothed on top of the motel bed.Bright sun dulled the colorful lights above them.There had been no sex, just a bunch of making out.Like the exact opposite of what had happened a week ago.
And it was wonderful.Their tongues flicked around in each other’s mouths and Randall’s strong hands ran up and down his frame like he was clay on a potter’s wheel.After a while, it stopped and transitioned to holding each other and basking in the glow of the Christmas lights.Tom drifted off into one of the best sleeps of his life, even with the light snoring of Hot Mall Santa in the background.
“Morning,” Randall said with a squinty smile.He blocked the sunlight with his hand.How was it possible that he was this sexy just waking up?He had the same messy hair, the same rumpled clothes as Tom, but Randall looked he was posing for a cologne ad and Tom looked like he crawled out of a dumpster.
Tom checked the time on the clock.7:30.He didn’t have to be in until two.
“Do you have to get ready?”Tom asked him.
“Probably.”Randall sat up and wiped sleep out of his eyes.
Was last night a fluke?It didn’t feel like one.As much as Tom second-guessed himself, he knew that something had shifted between them.They had talked and shared.Randall was sweet and thoughtful and so much more wonderful than the one-dimensional sex object of Tom’s fantasies.
“Do you want to grab breakfast?”Tom asked.
Randall whipped off his shirt, exposing his achingly perfect chest.Some people were born lucky, that was it, though Tom realized how dumb that sounded.He might have a dream body, but his home life had been a nightmare.
“We can go out for something quick, like Dunkin Donuts.”
“The motel has continental breakfast.”
“Continental breakfast?”Tom asked dubiously.
Randall dropped his pants and underwear, revealing his big, swinging dick.
“I can give you some privacy.”Tom looked away and crossed his legs to hide the boner springing to life.
“Why?Nothing here you haven’t already seen.”
Tom took that as permission to look.It would be rude of him not to look, like he was rejecting Randall’s body or something.So he soaked in the view, which only lasted a few seconds before Randall wrapped himself in a towel.
“So what does this continental breakfast have?”
“Not much.A muffin tray, coffee.Oh, and a waffle maker.”
“What?”Tom stood up.“A waffle maker?”
Tom might’ve been in love with waffles.There was something about them.They were light, fluffy, syrupy.They were breakfast food, dessert food, and could double as a pillow they were that soft.
“Are you okay?”Randall asked.
“We’ll stay here for breakfast,” Tom said calmly.
“You’re funny.Sexy and funny.You don’t see that very often.”Randall came over and planted a sweet kiss that had hints of lust.
