Nix
“That’s it, boy. Take my cock.”
Nix pushed his ass back as Evan thrust forward.
Heat surrounded them inside the glass shower stall where they’d been for the last twenty minutes. The water was hot but no hotter than the man who was currently fucking the come from Nix’s dick.
Nix shouted as he painted the tile with his seed.
Evan groaned and his fingers tightened on Nix’s hips as he came.
If Evan hadn’t been holding him, Nix would have faceplanted into the very tile that he’d just come against. He was fucked-out and didn’t think that he would be able to move for the rest of the night.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” Evan whispered against the back of Nix’s neck. “I’m starving.”
He huffed but managed to turn around. Evan’s hair was plastered to his forehead and he had a sated and sleepy look in his eyes. Nix was so used to Evan looking perfectly put together that he couldn’t stop staring.
“What?” Evan growled.
There was his grump. Nix shrugged. “How do you feel?”
“Feel?”
“After shifting, I’m always ravenous. You didn’t eat anything in the car. Also, we played in the snow for a couple of hours when we got home,” Nix explained.
Evan shook his head. “The dragon’s form is filled with magic. There are times that I need to drink some tea that containsmagical properties, but I would do that anyway. I’m fine. Only normal hungry.”
He shuffled forward to wrap his arms around Evan’s waist. Nix loved that Evan had grown more comfortable with him to start sharing more about his dragon form.
Evan hugged him back. “What’s this about?” he questioned.
“Nothing,” Nix said quickly. He didn’t want to bring up his thoughts in case Evan didn’t realize how much he’d been sharing during this trip. “Hey!” Leaning back, Nix peered up at Evan. “Does your dragon have a name?”
“A name?” Evan asked.
“Yeah, I don’t need a name for my fruit bat, but it’s still me. Your dragon is you but not…so does he have a name?”
Evan chuckled. “Yes, before I bonded with my dragon, he was known as Eirwen.”
Nix grinned. He loved having a name for his dragon. “Thank you.”
Evan snorted. “What are you going to do with that information?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Nix hadn’t thought of anything yet. It would come to him though.
“Just you saying that makes me want to worry,” Evan replied but he was smiling. “Now turn around so I can wash your hair.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Nix said with a chuckle.
The best part of showering with Evan? Nix didn’t have to do anything but raise his arms or legs. He wished Evan and he couldalways shower together. Evan had refused to even consider it when they were in the locker room. And Nix had tried! Their teammates knew about them.
Once they were bundled up in towels straight off the warmer—yes, his Daddy did have a towel warmer—Nix bounced into the bedroom.
“Christmas jammies!” Nix declared as he moved to the dresser.
Evan had insisted on emptying Nix’s suitcase into a drawer. Even though Nix had assured him that he was fine living out of a suitcase for a few days. He did it all season long.
“Uh.” Evan rubbed the back of his head. “Or sweats would be appropriate.”
