He smiles up at me, his eyes twinkling like he’s some kind of hot Santa Claus. “Sounds like a perfect Christmas Eve feast.” He stretches up to kiss me. Feeling my cock harden against him, he breaks the kiss and gives me a mischievous smile. “Let’s get to that feast, and when we’re finished, I plan to have a different sort of feast later.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“Count me in for that." I waggle my eyebrows at him. After giving him a peck on the nose, I head to the kitchen and start putting together gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches. Naturally, he didn’t just bring a can of boring old Campbell’s tomato soup with him. No, he brought some kind of gourmet tomato bisque something or other, but it looks divine as I pour it into a saucepan to heat it up.
Matt pours us more wine and fixes us a beautiful cheese plate to have with dinner, and when we’re done, we carry all of it into the living room. Setting up our little picnic on the coffee table, we sit beside each other on the floor, and dig in. He lets out a sexy-as-fuck groan as he bites into the grilled cheese, nearly causing me to forget dinner entirely so I can feast on him right now.
“Jesus fuck, that’s the best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve had in my life,” he says, his eyes closed. “What kind of black magic did you use to make this?”
“It’s all in the ingredients. And you provided the best. But there may also be a little trick in how you toast the bread." I grin at him, taking a bite of my own sandwich and damn, he's right, itisgood. "It’s a family secret, though. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
He barks out a laugh before taking another bite, emitting another groan. “If they have these sandwiches in the afterlife, I’d be totally fine with that. This shit is one hundred percent to die for.”
Once we’re finished eating, we lean back on the couch, still sitting on the floor. We’re both feeling pleasantly fuzzy, after finishing today's second bottle of wine. I don’t want to know what time it is, because I’ll start calculating how much time we have left together before the real world finds us. Instead, I lean over to and give him a gentle kiss. Draining the last of the wine from his glass, he places it on the coffee table before taking mine and doing the same. Standing up, he extends a hand to me. “Come on, beautiful one. I'm hungry for that second feast we mentioned earlier." He gives me a look that damn near melts my underwear off, his gaze trailing up and down my body.
"I'm good with that idea," I grin at him, hopping up off the floor eagerly.
We make our way down the hallway to the primary suite at the end, and when we walk in, I realize he snuck away at some point and set up a bunch of candles all around the room, bathing it in the warm glow of firelight. It’s like stepping into an enchanted realm. Closing the door quietly behind us, he turns to me, and without saying a word, starts undressing me slowly and methodically. His movements are precise and unhurried and as he removes each piece of clothing, he runs his hands over every inch of my newly exposed skin. With the heat out for the last few days, the room is cold and I shiver as he drops to his knees to take off my pants and briefs. Goosebumps rise on my skin as he looks up at me from where he’s kneeling at my feet, with my cock exactly at his eye level. Running his hands up my flanks, he stops at my hips, and without breaking eye contact, runs his tongue up my length, causing a gasp to escape me.
His eyes are molten lava as he gets gracefully to his feet and leads me to the bed. Not only has he taken the time to light the candles, he’s changed the sheets on the bed. Earlier, the sheets were chic and stylish, matching the rest of the bedroom perfectly. Matt has replaced them with soft flannel sheets, complete with Christmas illustrations. Big, chunky Santas, along with a few elves and some reindeer, dance across a white background, making me giggle. Taking a closer look, I realize there’s something a little different about these Santas. They're Santa-bears. But not polar bears. These particular Santa-Bears are a gay elf’s dream, each one outfitted in a different version of Santa-style jock straps, harnesses, and leather-wear.
I let out a huge belly laugh and climb onto the bed to get a closer look.
“Oh my god, where did you find these? They're amazing!” I can barely speak, I’m laughing so hard, as he stands beside the bed grinning. “I found them in a closet earlier.” He laughs. “Aren’t they fantastic?”
“I fucking love them.” I run my hands across the soft fabric, looking at all the different versions of kinky gay Santa and all his elves.
“Maybe I can ask Hunter where they got them,” Matt grins as he quickly sheds his clothes and jumps into bed beside me. I immediately pull up the soft sheets and comforter, and we wrap our arms around each other, burrowing deep into our little nest, giggling and laughing as we run our hands over each other’s bodies.
A few minutes later, the cute sheets are forgotten. My entire being is completely focused on the deliciously naked man lying on top of me, feeling like he belongs there. Our bodies are stretched out against each other, and his weight pressing down on my body feels perfect.
Chapter 17
MATT
Case'shandstracegentlepatterns on my back, and I can’t help but notice how well we fit together as we kiss. He’s bigger than me, but I don't feel small, I feel safe. The way he looks at me makes me feel almost cherished. Case turns us again so I'm on my back, but he's stretched out on his side beside me, one of his hands roaming over my chest. Leaning over, he sucks one nipple into his mouth and I groan and arch my back. Holy christ it feels good. I never realized my nipples were so sensitive.
"Case, I whisper as he nibbles on my collarbone. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me tonight." He stills and pulls back so he can see my face.
"Yeah?" he whispers?
I nod. "God, yes. That first night was amazing, but I was so overwhelmed it's almost a blur. I want you to take me again, and I want to remember all of it. I need to."
He groans and falls on me. "I want that too, so much," he whispers before crushing his mouth onto mine in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt he wants this as much as I do.
I reach over to grab the supplies I left in the nightstand earlier, knowing I wanted this to happen tonight. We only have a couple more nights left together, and I don't want to waste any time.
Case kisses me so intensely it makes my eyes roll back in my head and whimper as I rub my hard cock against the thigh he has pressed between my legs.
A few moments later, he sits back and grabs a pillow, helping me arrange it under my hips. "I want you to be perfectly comfortable," he whispers into my mouth, and I chuckle.
"I'll be more comfortable when you put your dick inside me," and he groans.
"Fuck I love Dirty Talking Matt," he grins.
He grabs the lube from where it's lying beside me, and squeezes some onto his fingers, but before he touches me, he uses his other hand to gently spread my legs open, his eyes roaming over my body. "Fuuuck, you look so good," he whispers.
I feel like I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. It's probably because of the naked hunger in his eyes when he leans down to press his nose to the crease of my groin and inhales deeply. "Fuck, you smell so good too," he groans. And when he licks a stripe up my crack between my cheeks and over my hole, I nearly jump off the bed, letting out a surprised yelp. "Fuck, you taste good, too. I'm sorry, though, is that too much?" He rubs my abdomen soothingly with his non lube-covered hand.
"No, I was just surprised. I'm good. Feels good." I whisper. I'm fast approaching the point where I won't be able to form sentences. "Case I need you inside me, I need you to fill me with your cock," I whimper and he groans.
