He was getting all those things before I evenconsideredinterrogating him.
“Whatever it is,” I said. “It’s okay. You’ll feel better after an orgasm and a nap.”
Kit made a sad noise, but I pulled him in for another kiss, hands all over him as I slipped the rest of his clothes off, trying to soothe whatever was making him upset.
Eventually he relaxed, pushed me back onto the bed, and kissed me like he needed it more than air.
It was different this time. We fell silent, letting our bodies do the talking. Kit gripped a little too hard in places, holding me tight like he was afraid I’d slip through his fingers if he didn’t.
But I didn’t want to slip through his fingers.
I wanted to tell him I loved him. I hated that I’d told Will first.
But I wanted to wait until we were alone, happy, and calm, with all this behind us.
I grabbed Kit’s hand as he rocked against me, humming at the soft kiss he pressed to my shoulder, shifting positions so I could keep this up as long as he needed.
My heart lifted as Kit sighed in my ear, hips tensing, and I felt him finally come.Good. That was what he needed, and I wanted to be here for him.
“Do you need...?” he asked, turning us onto our sides even as I reached for my own needy cock.
“I got it,” I murmured, curling my fingers around the shaft. “You just watch.”
I smiled at the feeling of Kit’s nose pressed to my shoulder, a little thrill running through me at the thought that hewaswatching.
We’d have to experiment with that some other time.
A few strokes was all it took, exhausted body happy to come almost on command after being so close to getting what it wanted for so long.
I grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand to clean up and tossed them aside, figuring that was another problem for later.
All I cared about right now was curling up against Kit and sleeping for a few hours after an exhausting day.
“I’m sorry,” Kit murmured.
“Don’t be,” I said. “You’re tired, I’m tired. I like being with you, that’s all that matters.”
“I... it’s... the thing is...”
I caught his lips to put him out of his misery, feeling the tension in his body. It took a while, but eventually he relaxed into the kiss, and that felt more important than whatever he’d been about to say.
“I don’t deserve you,” he repeated, resting his forehead against mine.
“Nope,” I teased. “But I’m here anyway.”
I wasn’t entirely sure the teasing landed right. Kit didn’t laugh at all.
“Hold that thought,” I said, reluctantly wriggling away from him and rolling out of bed to head for my suitcase by the glow of the Christmas tree lights.
Eventually, I found what I was looking for.
“This is really stupid, but umm...” I said, heading back to the bed and holding the envelope out to him. “When I was eleven years old we had to, uh... make these friendship bracelets in art class. I didn’t have anyone to give mine to, I was kind of a loner as a kid. And I’ve had friends since then, but umm... you’re the first person I’ve ever really wanted to give it to.”
Kit turned the envelope over in his hands, biting his lip as he stared down at it.
“Andy,” he said softly. “I... this is...”
“You should open it before you render an opinion, I don’t wanna oversell it. Please remember that I was eleven at the time and my artistic skills… well, it’s not like they’ve improved, but they were never great, is my point.”
