“I’ll crush you,” Greg protests.
“You won’t,” Julien insists. “I’ll like it. I want it. I promise. I promise.”
It’s right after that second promise that Greg relents, allows his bulkier, muscular body to sandwich Julien between his torso and the mattress.
“Yehh. Fughh.” That’s all Greg can make out because Julien’s biting the edge of the towel, eyebrows converged in pleasure.
He’s never felt more connected to Julien. This skin-to-skin sharing of weight sizzles like no other position has. It’s thrilling. The roll of Greg’s hips spurs grunt after grunt from Julien.
Gently, Greg wraps his strong arm around Julien’s shoulders and embraces him as he sinks the dildo deeper and deeper.
“Do you like that?” Greg whispers into Julien’s ear.
“Mherm.”
Greg kisses that same ear. Then uses his tongue to wander over the shell of it. Julien convulses. It must tickle. But Greg can tell that he loves it because themherms morph into open, boldohs.
This isn’t the “oh” of midconversation Julien where he’s processing what the other person has said. Greg believes that this is the “oh” of a split-open Julien. A Julien so enraptured with sexual hunger—hunger for Greg, for this cock extension, for their closeness—that Greg wants to mold himself around him. He presses his weight down firmly as he kisses his ear again.
Julien turns his face in Greg’s direction so they’re eye to eye. Greg is struck by the desire overflowing from Julien’s expression.
“You fuck me so good, Greg.” Julien, who is usually pretty tight-lipped during sex aside from voicing his direct wants or limits, becomes a foulmouthed, lust-addled tyrant under Greg’s weight—demanding deeper, harder, faster.
Greg follows orders until Julien croaks, “I can’t take it anymore. I need to fucking come.”
And as soon as he rolls over, he does spectacularly.
Greg watches in amazement as he unsheathes his own cock, pumps into his own fist, and adds his come to Julien’s already impressive collection.
To Greg’s surprise, Julien doesn’t bolt up immediately. He doesn’t register the mess splattered across his torso and run to the bathroom. Not that Greg has ever been offended by this. He knows Julien’s mind by now.
“All good?” Greg asks, checking in.
“I...” Julien clears his throat “...feel like pudding.”
“I fucked you that good, huh?” Greg asks, weirdly noticing pride tapping inside his chest.
Julien nods languidly. “But I really...really...really need to shower.”
There it is. The urgency. Greg grabs the nearest towel and begins to wipe Julien up. “Let’s start here,” he says in a tone that he hopes conveys both gentleness and understanding. “And then...hup!” Without much effort at all, Greg hoists Julien off the bed, cradles him in his arms, and takes him into the bathroom where he deposits Julien in the shower, far enough away from the head so he isn’t assaulted by the cold water that sputters out first.
Greg stands on the other side of the tub lip, admiring Julien’s naked body. When his eyes land on Julien’s face, he swears he sees gratitude, admiration, and...something he can’t quite put his finger on. “You’re a good guy, Greg Harlow,” Julien says, one hand extended under the spray to check the temperature.
“Thank you.” Greg surveys the shower situation as Julien begins to lather himself with the curtain still drawn back. The basin is lengthy. “Room for one more?” Greg asks, wanting to be clean again, too.
Julien surprises him again by nodding.
But the surprises don’t end there because once Greg helps Julien change the sheets in the guest room, Julien admits something. “The couch out there is actually really uncomfortable.”
“Got it. I can take it,” Greg offers. “I can fall asleep just about anywhere.”
Julien shakes his head. “Nobody should be subjected to that. Especially not on Christmas.”
It dawns on Greg what Julien is hinting at. “Do you want to share this bed?” Greg asks. It’s a full, so it’ll be tight. Julien’s body is slender enough that they’ll fit, though.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Julien responds. Greg knows it’s a genuine question, but he also saw the way Julien perked up when he asked it. It was adorable. How could he possibly say no?
“Do you have a preference of side?”
