“Sure. I’ll hang my stocking and on Christmas morning it’ll hold the man of my dreams.” Steve played along. “Oh, wait. I just remembered. There’s no stocking. Not to mention we don’t even have a Christmas tree.”
Corey chuckled. “Never say never. Especially at Christmastime.”
He wrapped an arm around Steve’s shoulders and drew him down the hall towards the bedrooms. The scent of his fresh sweat teased Steve’s senses. His dick stirred, and Steve bit back a groan.
I know what sort of Christmas miracle I’d like to see come true.
* * *
The afternoon flew by, and despite his still aching muscles, Steve was easily convinced to forgo pudding making to explore the nearby wilderness. They took a bushwalk to a nearby lookout, with all the guys collecting bits and pieces from the ground along the track on the way back. Corey had plans requiring feathers and flowers and other bits of nature and had corralled them all into helping. They all rolled their eyes but followed his instructions to the letter, getting into the spirit and sharing Corey’s joy at each special find.
After dinner, they hung out on the deck for a while, hardly talking, just watching the night sky. The sky seemed so much bigger out here in the country—blacker, with millions of twinkling stars as far as the eye could see. After the day’s Herculean effort on the mountain bike trails followed by the trek, none of them felt very energetic. Combine the long day with the soporific effect of the food and beer, and no one wanted to do much.
“Geez, I’m exhausted.” Douglas pushed his plate with unfinished pizza away. He rested his forearms on the table and dropped his head onto them. “I’m not sure I’m up to doing much tonight.”
“Don’t worry, babe.” Matt placed a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I’m not up for much either. Early night?” Douglas nodded gratefully.
“What about the movie?” Ken asked. They had brought up a bunch of DVDs and had been planning a movie night.
“Never fear, Kenny dear. I’ll watch the movie with you,” Malcolm said as he got up and started gathering the plates.
“How about getting in the hot tub?” Corey suggested.
Ken grinned. “Yeah, great idea—”
“Not for us. You guys go ahead,” Mal said as he looked between Corey and Steve. “Ken and I are going to watch the movie. We might jump in afterwards.”
“We are? But—” Ken started.
“Yep. Movie,thenspa.”
Ken nodded at Mal’s words.
They all stood and started moving. Ken and Mal took the plates to the kitchen while Douglas and Matt went to their bedroom.
“I’ll grab some towels for us.” Corey disappeared inside, leaving Steve alone.
It didn’t take long for Steve to strip. He dropped his shorts and T-shirt onto the daybed and contemplated his boxer briefs.On? Off? Fuck.Why was he suddenly worrying about being nude? His mates had seen his bare, naked arse on occasion. Why be concerned tonight? He shoved the offending garment down his legs and climbed into the hot tub as quickly as he could.
Oh, God! After a moment of fear that his balls would be poached in the heat, the water was heaven. Even though the evening air still held some warmth, the hot water swirling around him was bliss. He could feel it working its magic already, loosening his tight muscles as relaxation set in. Steve spread his arms along the edge of the tub and tilted his head back, eyes closed, enjoying the floating sensation.
“That looks good.” Steve’s eyes sprung open at the sound of Corey’s voice. He stood next to the tub, clad only in a beach towel that was tightly wrapped around his slender waist.
Steve swallowed hard. “Yeah. Great hot tub.”
“That too.” Corey chuckled. Steve was sure he’d be blushing if his face wasn’t already flushed from the heat of the water.
Corey turned and walked to the daybed; Steve followed his every step. Corey moved like a cat, his steps elegant and weightless. He was slim but there was strength in his body, evident in the corded muscles of his shoulders and arms. The only light was the glow coming through the open lounge room doors, just enough to accentuate Corey’s definition and reflect off his glossy black hair. Corey unwrapped the towel, exposing a flash of pale butt cheek. Steve forced himself to turn away and close his eyes again as Corey discarded the towel onto the mattress and made his way back to the tub.
The water rose as Corey lowered himself into the swirling depths. His leg brushed against Steve’s as he settled on the seat. “It’s nice. Mmm….” Corey groaned. “Feels so good.”
Again, Steve screwed his eyes tightly shut and willed his body not to respond to Corey’s presence. He could feel his cock gently bobbing in the turbulent current of the water. The sensation changed as he grew half-hard.Stop it. Stop thinking about your cock!
He had no idea why, but something about Corey made him feel off-centre, like his world had suddenly tilted on its axis. Corey was a friend, and Steve didn’t want to interpret things incorrectly or make an unwanted move. Maybe it was his own insecurity rearing its ugly head, but he was so nervous to put himself out there.
Corey’s foot nudged his. Their knees came in contact again. Side by side, knees together. Corey’s leg was smooth against his own hair-covered one.Our knees are touching. Should I move my leg? Do I wait for him to move his?Steve’s cock was hard as steel. The slow currents of the water had no hope of budging it. A freaking tidal wave wouldn’t move it.I have a hard-on from thinking about Corey’s knee touching me.If Corey’s knee was such a turn-on, how would he react to any other part of Corey’s body? Steve swallowed thickly and groaned, holding himself as stiff as a board.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Steve’s eyes flashed open as Corey placed a hand on his thigh, just above the knee he’d been thinking about.Fuck!
