“You know, I don’t care whattalesyou’ve got to tell,” I said, straightening up. “I don’t care what you think you know about Kit, or that you kissed him in school one time, or whatever. The entire time I’ve known him he’s been a good, kind, decent man. The entire time I’ve knownyou, you’ve been a spoiled little prick.”
Will blinked at me, then wrinkled his nose. “Who are you to talk to me like that?”
“Someone who’s met you,” I said wryly. When I’d thought I needed to fit in with Kit’s friends, Will hadsomepower over me.
Now? He didn’t. There was nothing he could do to hurt me, and I could call him whatever the hell he wanted.
Will snorted. “Bloody peasant,” he muttered.
I raised an eyebrow, but that was more funny than insulting. “Peasant? That’s the best you’ve got?”
“You’ll never be good enough for him,” Will hissed. “You’re not what he needs, you’ll see.”
“Okay, well, while you go sleep it off alone, I’m gonna go ride Kit’s dick until we both pass out,” I said, pushing past him to head back to our room, hoping Kit was already there. “If you listen real carefully, you might even hear.”
* * *
“Andy.”
I woke with a start, blinking awake in the low light from the Christmas tree in the corner, the only lights on in mine and Kit’s room.
“Fell asleep,” I murmured.
“Didn’t start without me?” Kit asked.
He sounded tired and small, and I wondered if Will had gotten at him on the way back, too.
Poor Kit. He deserved so much better than these people.
“Missed you,” I said, rolling over onto my back. The fire was warm enough that I’d laid down on top of the blankets naked, waiting patiently for Kit to show up.
What time was it? I must've been more tired than I thought.
“I’m sorry,” Kit said.
“Don’t be,” I smiled a lazy smile up at him, grabbing the front of his sweater to drag him down to the bed. “You’re here now,” I murmured, threading my fingers through his hair to pull him in for a kiss.
Kit melted against me, desperate kisses making me laugh as I tugged at his clothes. He’d missedme,too.
“You feel so good,” I said as I finally got my hands on bare skin, splaying my fingers wide to touch as much as I could at once.
I was too tired to ride him until we passed out like I’d told Will I planned to, but there was always tomorrow night. And the night after. And the night afterthat.
What I wanted right now was slow, sleepy sex with the man of my dreams.
I grabbed the lube and condom I’d stashed under the other pillow after I undressed and folded them into Kit’s hand.
“Your turn.” I pecked him on the lips, and then rolled onto my stomach, hugging the pillow under me.
I expected to feel Kit’s mouth on me, or his hands, or something, but after a handful of heartbeats, he still hadn’t moved.
“Kit?” I turned my head to look back at him.
“I don’t deserve you,” he said, nibbling on his lower lip.
I rolled back over and sat up, curling a hand around the back of his neck.
Part of me wanted to ask what his dad wanted, but now wasn’t the time. Whatever it was, Kit had come away from it needing a hug, a dozen kisses, and at least one good orgasm.
