“So sexy,” he whispered, reaching for Aaron and drawing him down.
Aaron didn’t hesitate. He climbed onto the bed, getting as close to Hunter as he could. Aaron’s skin was warm against him as they lay side by side facing each other. Hunter ran a hand over his shoulder, feeling the strength in the muscle. He gripped the back of Aaron’s neck and held him still as he brought their lips together. Aaron let him plunder his mouth—lips, tongue, and hot wetness—the willing recipient of Hunter’s kiss. Until he wasn’t anymore.
Hunter found himself pushed backward onto the mattress, Aaron taking control, pulling their mouths apart as he kissed his way down Hunter’s throat, to his chest, kissing across his pec and finding his nipple. The suck on his delicate skin sent a shock straight to his cock, and when Aaron slid his leg across Hunter’s thigh, Hunter thought he’d come on the spot.
Skin to skin was amazing, and the pressure of Aaron’s body on top of him was electrifying. He’d dragged Aaron up for another kiss and arched up into him. Aaron reached between them and grabbed their cocks. Hunter’s balls tightened. Every muscle strained as Aaron moved his fist up and down. He gulped in a lungful of air before sealing his mouth to Aaron’s again. The heat built; the tension escalated; he arched back. His heart slammed into his ribs as his orgasm overtook him. Aaron groaned into his mouth as he too exploded, a sound that echoed Hunter’s shout of pleasure.Oh my God.
When he finally regained his senses, it was to find Aaron with his face buried against his throat, body shaking on top of him.
“Aaron, are you okay?”
Aaron lifted his head and rose up on his elbows. He was trying to hold back laughter, and Hunter felt like he could breathe again.Thank God.Laughter he could handle; tears, not so much.
“What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking about how I imagined this.”
“You imagined us having sex?”
“Of course, I did. All the goddamned time. But I thought this time, now that we had beds and privacy and weren’t living at home with our parents, we’d be slowly making love and doing all the things that we only dreamed of at eighteen. Instead, it was a quick and dirty rubbing off against each other.”
Hunter snorted. “Just like the good old days, huh?”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining.”
“I should hope not, but just to be sure”—Hunter rolled them over so he was on top of Aaron, looking directly into his eyes—“let me show exactly what I can do. I’d hate for your fantasies not to come true.”
Aaron put his arms around him. “Bring it on.”
* * *
Hunter opened his eyes slowly.He was snuggled under a down quilt, nose burrowed into the back of Aaron’s neck. He couldn’t resist placing a kiss against the soft skin there. Aaron was warm and smelled of sleep and sex, his body firm under Hunter’s arm. As they’d slept, Hunter had ended up the big spoon, although he distinctly remembered going to sleep the other way. His dick had no complaints though, snug as it was along the crease of Aaron’s ass.
Aaron gave a soft snore, making Hunter chuckle. The poor thing was exhausted after all the hours he’d been working at the store and getting ready for the dance and deserved to sleep in. As much as Hunter would have liked to wake him and see in Christmas with an early-morning orgasm, he decided that Aaron needed sleep more. Plus, he now had a chance to surprise him with breakfast in bed.
He slowly extricated himself from Aaron and crawled from under the covers. He found the borrowed sweats from the night before and tugged them on along with a sweater and a thick pair of socks. He turned up the thermostat as he entered the hall and then set the coffeepot to brew once he reached the kitchen. He was standing looking into the open fridge for something he could cook when Aaron wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Merry Christmas.”
He turned in the circle of Aaron’s arms. “Merry Christmas to you.”
Aaron grinned. “It is, isn’t it? But it would have been better wishing you merry Christmas back in bed.”
“Would it now?” Hunter chuckled. “Well, I think that could be arranged.”
Aaron laughed, then pulled him down for a kiss. Hunter wondered if he’d ever get sick of kissing him. They fitted together so perfectly, and Hunter wondered how he’d got so lucky.
They finally broke apart.
“I was going to make you breakfast in bed,” Hunter said.
“That sounds nice and definitely something I could get used to.”
Hunter warmed at the thought of making Aaron many breakfasts—it spoke of a future together.
“Well, why don’t you go back to bed, and I’ll get started. Any particular requests?”
Aaron smiled. “Surprise me.”
