The snow was coming down hard, so their company was leaving a day early to make sure they got to the airport.
“You stay warm, Hoss.” Nate grinned. “Don’t get too froze.”
“I won’t. Dillon’s making a fire up right now.” A fire, popcorn, and blankets on the sofa. Coke was ready.
“Cool.” Tracy came over and hugged him, too. “You be good to him. He’s got it bad for you.”
“I am good to him. You take care of all my babies. Love y’all. Call me at Christmas.”
“We will, Hoss.” Nate and Tracy started herding kids, and Dillon came back in to hug and kiss everyone before corralling the pups.
He waved and grinned and watched until they were just a dot, then he sighed, smiled. Lord knew he loved folks, but it was time to have himself a cowboy.
Dillon let the puppers out, let them in, dried them off, then turned to him. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, cowboy.” He grinned. “We’re alone again.”
“We are! It’s amazing. I got the fire going in the front room and in the firepit that you and Nate put out by the hot tub.”
Look at that. Dillon giving him choices.
“Let’s take a dip, then spend the evening on the couch.” Dillon was a champion snuggler, especially when there were Christmas specials to watch.
“That sounds like a plan. I think there might be Rudolph on tonight.” Dillon started stripping right down. They’d begun leaving their robes by the back door. Dillon was promising to get a towel-warming rack.
He had been working on a back yard eating, soaking, relaxing area. Coke wanted to come up for a few weeks in the summer, make it all ready for next year.
This whole snow thing made it hard to get out and do. But he had plans. Dillon helped him on with his robe, and they went out, the cold taking his breath for a moment. The snow was coming down, though, and it was a wee bit magical. They hurried to the hot tub, the fire out there sparkling and bright.
“Mmm. I should have made hot chocolate.” Dillon had made sure the decking around the hot tub was clear, so they could slip right in.
“We’ll make some inside.” He watched the bassets bursting through the doggie door to say hi, then barreling back in.
Chuckling, Dillon floated close. “We need to get you a hat. Like a knitted one. I’ll tell Susan.”
He snorted, grabbed that lean body, and drew Dillon onto his lap. “She a knitter?”
“She’s something. I’m not sure what. She has all this yarn…”
“Yeah.” He could sort of get it. He had a workshop.
“I mean more yarn than she could ever use.” Dillon chuckled. “Kind of like my iTunes.”
“Ah.” That, he got. “You have the best music, though.”
“I try.” Dillon did a little dance of some kind, sloshing water all over.
“Oh…dancing. Love your dancing.”
“Yeah?” That always seemed to make Dillon happy, that he liked it so.
“God, yes. I… When I, you know…” He made the universal jack-off sign. “That’s what I think about.”
Dillon’s cheeks went hot, those hands coming up to touch his shoulders. “Oh.”
“I can’t help it. You move and it’s purely hot.” Better than porn.
“I’m glad you like, babe. I like you watching.” Dillon grinned, so close Coke’s eyes crossed trying to see.
