Glenn’s hands came up to rest along his back, one on his right hip, encouraging him.His breath was coming in harsher pants from his lungs, body shuddering.Ross could tell he was close, so close, but even then he was surprised when Glenn snatched him close, hugging him tightly even as he spilled inside of him.
With a sigh of supreme satisfaction, he released his clench but didn’t let go of Ross.He nuzzled against Ross’s ear first, kissing right under it, then sighed again before resting his forehead in the crook of his neck.“You are always such a pleasure to me.”
Ross relaxed, trusting his body weight to the other man, and enjoyed their position and afterglow for a long moment.Against warm skin, he asked softly, “Has it been a long time since you’ve had someone?”
Snorting, Glenn admitted wryly, “I can’t actually remember the last time I shared a bed with a lover.Thank you for accommodating me.I didn’t want to accidentally tear you and I was barely in control of myself as it was.”
“I like being on top, too.I’m not always kinky.”Ross tacked on dryly, “Evidence notwithstanding.”
“Ha!But I do enjoy the way you submitted to me so flawlessly.So lovely.You enjoy it.”
There was a question lurking in there somewhere.“I do.It’s…I think it’s a byproduct?Because I have to be in control of so much during the day, I enjoy being able to let it all go and let someone else have the reins for a while.”
There was a wicked burr in Glenn’s voice.“I’ll gladly hold those reins for you anytime.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that.”
“Next time, we’ll have a proper date.More than just dinner.”
“And crazy mothers dropping in for unannounced visits?”
Glenn snorted.“And that.Tonight, may I stay?”
Leaning in, he kissed the man with slow thoroughness.“It would be my pleasure.And yours, by the time I’m done with you.”
An answering smile slowly took over Glenn’s face.“You have no intention of sleeping tonight, do you?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”Ross brushed another kiss across his lover’s mouth, hand already trailing down to tease a nipple.“Tonight, I have far better things to do with my time.”
Incident 8: Tis the Season to be Outed
Ross put on his pants the same way as everyone else.Reluctantly.
Granted, his reason for that had changed: usually, because it was morning, and who wanted to face that?But this morning, the reason had changed.
Ross looked back, pausing in getting dressed to give a fond smile at the man still stretched out in the bed behind him.Glenn slept utterly dead to the world, no pun intended.He sprawled out along the dark blue sheets, pale skin with the freckled back in sharp contrast to the bedding, face half-buried in the pillow, a thoroughly sated man intent on getting his rest.He was so inviting that way, Ross nearly shucked clothes and returned to curl back around him.
Damn college forms.If they weren’t due today, he’d give responsibility the middle finger.But Ross really had to finish up college prep today.There were lab fees due, books to buy, supplies to gather, and his ID to get done before January fourth hit him.He’d have no time later, not with the mix of holidays stretching out ahead of him.Hannukah celebrations had two more days left, Yule twelve, and traditional Christmas celebrations took three.Ross would be neck deep in celebrations for the next two and a half weeks.At least.
Sighing, he finished getting dressed, tiptoeing out of Glenn’s bedroom and heading out.He hadn’t thought to grab extra clothes before coming over last night.Early this morning?Ugh, his mental clock was hopelessly screwed up because of his nocturnal boyfriend.
What was time, anyway?
Regardless, it meant he had to go back to his own place long enough to shower and change, then head to campus.Ross grabbed his coat and snuck out quietly, then shivered in the chill of the December morning.It had snowed the past few weeks, and several inches just sat about, stockpiling with every snowstorm.Ross glared at the pileup on the road, as it was just thick enough to give him trouble.
The designated snow plowers were already at work, clearing driveways and the road leading in.Ross gave them a wave as he headed across the street.He eyed his own driveway, still not cleared, with judicious eyes.Yeah, no way his little Civic could clear that much snow.Casting about, he spied the nearest person with a snow shovel.It was his newest minion, Hairy—er, that was to say, Bobo.(And really, who in their ever lovin’ mind named a half-orcBobo?)
“Bobo!”
Bobo’s head popped up and he loped towards Ross like a happy puppy expecting a pat on the head.Which was about the level Ross treated him, as he was loyal but not too bright.Bobo was swathed in a cap, gloves, bulky jacket—the works, in an effort to keep him warm as he worked.Ross couldn’t see much more than his eyes and nose, but he was clearly smiling.“Hi, Ross!”
“Hey yourself, big guy.Thanks for clearing out the snow, I know it’s a chore.”
“Naw, it’s not bad.And Chloe always makes us hot chocolate for afterwards, when we’re done.”
“Yeah?I didn’t know she did that.Cool.Can I ask a favor and have you tackle my driveway?I need to get out in about thirty minutes.”
“Oh, sure, sure.”Bobo ducked his head uncertainly.“Have you gotten my paperwork all done yet?”
