Page 58 of 12 Gays of Christmas

He smiles as he finally gets the condom on and adds more lube. I tense as he presses his cock against my hole. But Colin whispers sweet words to me as he strokes my cock, pushing slowly in. It’s both what I expected and completely different. Imagining the fullness and feeling his hot cock filling my ass are two different things. When he’s all the way in, he kisses my lips and then my sweaty forehead. “You’re doing amazing. I love you.”

When he starts moving, the world speeds up again. It’s jerky at first because we’re both so desperate, and I almost laugh, but then we find our rhythm, and it’s good. So damn good.

When Colin strokes my cock and tells me to come, I can’t do anything but obey.

Afterward, we lie in a sweaty and exhausted heap, with Colin still inside me. We need to get cleaned up. Colin will probably want to sleep in his own bed. But I don’t worry about any of that because the next thing I remember is waking up.

The sun is bright as it streams through the window. Colin is next to me, sleeping on his stomach with one leg thrown over mine. I don’t feel as sticky as I expect. Did Colin clean us up? The perfectness of the moment and the exhaustion pull me back under.

The next time I wake up, it’s because something is poking my hip. Colin’s elbow. I shift to my side and move his elbow, waking him up in the process. “Hey there.” I squeeze his wrist.

“Hey,” he says with a smile. “I hope I didn’t kick you.”

“Elbowed. I’m gonna have a bruise, I think.”

“Anything I can do to make it better?” Colin asks, trying to look innocent.

“I’ve heard kisses work wonders.”

“Hold on, pee first.”

After we’re both more comfortable, Colin kisses me. “Now, where are you injured?”

I grin. I’ve seenIndiana Jones—with Colin. I know how this will go. Or at least I hope I know. So I point out each supposed bruise. The one on my side that he lovingly kisses. The one on my stomach that needs more attention. And then, because my dick is a greedy bastard, I pull the sheet down.

“Looks swollen,” he says, and I laugh. Okay, it’s more of a giggle. But since giggling football players are more than okay, Colin bites back his own smile. “I guess you’ll need the full treatment.”

I have no idea what that is…okay maybe an idea…but I want it. “Yes. I agree with your assessment.”

Turns out the full treatment is teasing touches and barely there kisses that drive me crazy. I’m practically sobbing when Colin finally swallows me. It’s my first blowjob, and it lives up to the hype. And when I come, Colin swallows as much as he can. I can taste myself on his lips when he kisses me, and I enjoy it more than I expect.

We finally get up and have coffee and brunch since it’s now going on afternoon. When Colin reaches for his coat, I put my hand over his.

“What’s up?”

“How long are we going to be at your parents’? A week or so? I have practice on the third.”

“We can stay as long as you want. They love you. Are you worried?”

I shake my head and wrap my arms around him. “No. Okay, maybe a little. But that’s not—we won’t be doing any of this at your house, right?”

“My mom, for sure, will put us in separate rooms.”

“Right. I just want my chance to…I don’t want to wait a week…”

He cups my jaw so I have to look at him. “Tell me.”

“Can I suck you?”

He grins and holds his hands out in invitation. “I don’t know. Can you?”

“I’m an overachiever, in case you didn’t know,” I say, sinking to my knees. He already has his joggers down and is half-hard. I take that as a challenge as I lick and suck his dick. His hands are in my hair as he slides down my throat. I grab his hand to signal what I want, and then he fists my hair as he thrusts into me and comes down my throat. I sputter, unable to take it all, but I think I do okay for my first time. Especially since Colin pulls me up and kisses me hard.

“God, I fucking love you.”

We shower again and finish gathering our things. When we’re almost ready to walk out the door, someone bangs on it. A familiar bang. “Remi,” Colin says, shaking his head. He opens the door, and as predicted, Remi stands there looking equal parts uncomfortable and agitated. Great. “What’s up?”

“It took you long enough. I waited for the moaning to be over, but Jesus…”

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