Page 55 of 12 Gays of Christmas

I remember Gil delaying us and how I thought that meant he didn’t want me to go.

“You planned this out?”

“Yes.”

“Gil, you could have just told me.”

He holds up his hands in an unsure gesture. “I thought I had… not with words, but I tried to show you when I kissed you. When I…touched you. Apparently, I suck at this.”

“Are you really sure?” Why am I pushing this? But I know the answer. What if he changes his mind? “I was your first kiss. I’ll be your first everything. You might want to have different experiences. Shouldn’t you explore and find what you want?”

Waving at the chalkboard, he says, “Been there. Done that. Don’t recommend.” He cups my face with his big hands. “Babe, I already know what I want.” This time, when he kisses me, I don’t hold anything back. Touching Gil. Kissing him. Not hiding my feelings. It’s amazing and overwhelming all at the same time.

We stop because breathing is necessary. And we still have our coats on. Gil helps me out of mine, has his off soon after, and drops them both to the floor. I stare at him. “Really?”

He giggles, and it’s fucking adorable. “That was a test, babe.”

“Did I pass?”

“Yes. And no.” He winks and hangs up the coats.

I pull him into the living room, glancing at the list and the Christmas tree, my heart bursting. Is this how the Grinch felt? Time for my confession. “I’ve wanted you…this…for so long, Gil. I know you said there’s no rush,” I say, holding his gaze, “but I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“You don’t?”

Gil towers over me, so I stand on my toes to kiss his nose. He wraps his arms around me, holding me in place. I press our heads together. “My turn to confess,” I say in a quiet voice, like I’m actually making a confession. “I’ve been in love with you for a while.”

“Really? How long?”

“Since that first day you answered my ad and told me there was only a forty-nine percent chance we’d work out as roommates. This big jock I was determined to not like defied all my expectations.”

“My calculations were sound,” he says with a chuckle, “but you were the unknown element in my calculations.” Then, my words seem to sink in. “You love me?”

“I do. I probably should have told you earlier—I still can’t believe you said all that in front of everyone.”

“Not important. Although, I did announce it to a hundred people—”

“Twenty, at most.”

“So if you want to say it again, I won’t stop you.”

Kissing Gil is the most important thing at this moment. Showing him how I feel. How much I care about him. After a few minutes, I pull back. “I love you so much, Gil.”

“I love you too, babe.” He hesitates a moment. Is he blushing? “Based on our kisses and our earlier experimentations, I think we might be compatible. Sexually, I mean.” Definitely blushing.

I tip my head up to look at him. “You know how much I like science. We should test that theory. Over and over.”

Gil bites his lip, trying and failing to hide his grin. “I did find this compatibility quiz online we can use.”

I laugh. “Let’s try my way first. Then, the quiz. Okay?”

“You’re the scientist.” The fondness…the heat in his eyes takes my breath away. Breathing is overrated, anyway.

His hand grips the back of my neck as our mouths meet in a scorching kiss. Any lingering doubts disappear. Gil kisses me with purpose. Not like before when he was unsure. Not like an expectation but a necessity. One hand moving to clutch my hair and the other firm on my back with the promise of more.

Where did all his confidence come from? I pull my head back. His eyes are unfocused, and his lips are red and swollen as he makes a protesting noise. He presses his hard cock against my hip.

I brush a strand of hair off his face. “We have all night—or rather, day—before we have to leave for my parents’. We can take it slow. Do a lot of testing.”

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