Roman wasstartled awake the next morning by a loud banging on the front door. He glanced at his bedside clock to discover he’d slept in later than usual, which meant that it must be Jay making all that noise. Roman had asked him to come over and take Ezra out to breakfast so he could assemble his Christmas present on the sly. He reached for his phone and texted his best friend,Give me ten minutes.
I’ll give you five,was Jay’s response.
“Ezra,” Roman said softly and nudged his pretty lover awake. “Ezra, we have company.”
Ezra’s eyes blinked open and he stared at Roman in a sleep-addled stupor. His nose was still red from that adorable reindeer getup, and Roman couldn’t resist planting a kiss there. “Who’s here?”
“Jay. He’s going to take you to breakfast at N’awlins.”
“You’re not coming with us?”
Roman shook his head and wrapped him up in his arms. “I have to do some things here.”
“What kind of things?”
“Surprise things.”
“Roman,” Ezra said sternly and detangled himself from Roman’s embrace in order to sit up in bed. “You know how I feel about surprises.”
“It’s a good surprise, babe. I promise. Besides, aren’t all presents kind of like surprises anyway?”
Ezra sighed, unconvinced, and Roman couldn’t resist dragging him back down to the pillows. He kissed his collar and his neck, his soft cheeks and both of his candy nipples. He wanted to roll him over and lick his little pleasure hole until he whimpered and moaned, but he knew Jay was waiting.
“How are you feeling?” Roman asked while assessing him from head to foot. There were bruises on Ezra’s thighs where he’d gripped him too tightly and some beard burn on his chest, but other than that, he looked okay.
“I’m fine.” Ezra dragged one hand along his torso, then rolled over and stuck his ass in the air, wiggling it like he was greedy for more. Roman kissed one ripe cheek, wishing they had more time.
“You offering me your cherry again?” Roman teased.
“I want to, but I’m still sore.”
“I’m sorry. You want some more cream?”
“No, I’ll be okay.”
Like clockwork, the banging resumed. Ezra climbed out of bed, located his candy cane jockstrap and put it on, then made for the front door.
“Ezra.”
“Hmmm?” He paused in the living room and glanced over his shoulder, his sweet little ass cheeks framed by the red elastic straps.
“Are you going to answer the door like that?”
Ezra glanced down and a blush rose in his face. “I’d better not, huh?” He turned off and headed to his bedroom while Roman threw on his sweats and walked to the foyer to let Jay inside. Jay took one look at his best friend’s face and said, “He finally let you hit it?”
Roman scowled at Jay’s phrasing. “There was no hitting involved.”
“Tap it then? Smash it? Butter up them buns and…” Jay made an obscene noise and rolled his hips lasciviously.
“Jay, control yourself.”
Jay smiled and tried to high-five him before finally giving up. “Okay, but how was it?”
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“Yeah, you don’t have to say a word. Your face says it all, you lucky mother—”
“Hi, Jay,” Ezra said from behind them, looking a little shy.
