I took his hand as his eyes finally cracked open, kissing the knuckles, a swell of affection lighting up my heart.
I loved him.
Ilovedhim, but I still didn’t want to say so. Not yet. Not when he might dismiss it as me being caught up in the magic of Christmas and of having our first night truly alone together.
When I told him I loved him for the first time, I wanted him to know in the depths of his soul that it was true.
Andy laughed, shuffling across the bed to throw a leg over my hips, hard cock brushing against my belly. He grinned, bright and pretty, and I knew that just this once, I was the luckiest man in the world.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Andy teased, eyes lit up with laughter. “Warm,” he added, snuggling closer and sighing as he closed his eyes.
“Ah yes, my finest quality. The ability to produce body heat.” I smiled, running my fingers through his hair.
“Well, right now it is,” Andy murmured.
“The heating will have kicked on by now,” I said. “But it’ll take half an hour or so to really warm the place up.”
Andy grunted, already giving in to the pull of sleep again.
“What if we stayed here for Christmas? Just the two of us?” I asked, knowing already what he was going to say.
“I can’t leave your dad alone,” Andy said. “He’s my friend.Andhe promised to make me a Snowball. Whatever that is.”
“I could probably make you a Snowball,” I said, but I understood what he was getting at.
“We’ll do Christmas in London some other year,” Andy said, looking up at me with tousled hair and sleepy eyes and promising me, already, that there’d beanother year.
Not even next year. Some as-yet undetermined future year.
When we were still together, and we could be in London at Christmas.
“We might even move here,” I suggested, tentatively. That was too much to ask, too much to evenconsideryet, but…
Well, Andy was the one talking about the future. I thought maybe that meant it was allowed.
“To London?” Andy asked. “I dunno if they’ll let me stay.”
“I’m quite sure we could convince them that you’re absolutely essential to the running of the country,” I said, not wanting to point out directly that if Andywantedthat, I could make it happen with minimal effort.
He still wasn’t comfortable with the idea, though I appreciated that he was trying. I couldn’t imagine how strange this had to be for him.
People fantasized about winning the lottery, but this wasn’t quite that. Not as much liquid money, but a great deal more power and influence. And people whodidwin the lottery traditionally didn’t handle it particularly well.
Andy was coping admirably, under the circumstances.
“I’m just an IT guy,” Andy murmured. “I don’t matter much in the grand scheme of things.”
“You matter a great deal to me,” I said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
The tiny, tired smile that turned up one corner of Andy’s lips was a much greater reward than I deserved for a simple statement of truth.
He leaned in for another kiss, and I couldn’t help indulging in him, drawing it out, nipping at his lip, letting my hands roam over his bare skin, feeling out the sensitive places I’d already discovered and searching for more still.
I wanted to map every inch of his skin and then explore it again and again.
“Youlikesex,” Andy murmured between kisses, tightening his grip on me, letting me feel the hard length of his cock skimming against my belly.
A thrill of remembered pleasure ran through my insides at the memory of last night.
