Page 33 of Salvaging Christmas

“Well, no,” said Trevor but then corrected himself. “I mean, of course I want to. I’m about to climb into bed with Rudy Mortimer, for heaven’s sake. But I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. And I get the impression you’re a bit uncomfortable right now.”

“It’s not that,” Rudy began. “It’s just—I haven’t done this in a while.”

“How long’s a while?”

“Six months, give or take.”

“Well, I haven’t had sex since January,” said Trevor, grinning. “So I beat you on that score.”

“But when you did, what did you prefer?” asked Rudy. Once again, he appeared unsure.

“Under the bedcovers was always a good start. Especially when the air’s this cold.”

“No, but sex-wise. In bed.”

“The few men I’ve been with have always insisted on being in the driving seat, if you know what I mean?”

“And how did you feel about that?”

“Fine. In fact, I think I prefer things that way,” said Trevor before looking nervously at Rudy. “Unless you—you know—prefer me to do the driving.”

“No!” said Rudy urgently, before softening. “I mean, no, I’m very happy with that arrangement. I’ve had to be both in the past, but being the chauffeur is my preference, if you really want to know.”

“So. Are we really going to do this?” asked Trevor.

“God, I bloody well hope so. Just looking at you, even with your clothes on, and I’m in danger of blowing my load. Do you have any—you know—thingies?”

Trevor stared, confused for a moment until he realised what Rudy meant. Condoms. And lubricant, hopefully.

“Box of twenty. Unopened. They come with me everywhere. And usually leave unopened. In the drawer your side of the bed. Although you might want to check the expiry date. And you’d better toss me the lube, so I can get myself ready.”

“What? And spoil my fun?” said Rudy, opening the drawer. “No way. Are you ready to get naked, then?”

Trevor wasn’t quite sure what Rudy meant about the lube. In the past, he had always prepared himself for Karl. But he decided to let Rudy take control.

“Fine. Quickly then. Ready, steady…go!”

Like a couple of school kids getting changed at breakneck speed after their swimming lesson in a cold changing room, they both shucked off their clothes and dove under the chill covers. As soon as they began to warm up, Rudy reached out and stroked Trevor’s chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Please.”

Unlike the previous kiss, this one felt more tentative, more about asking permission. Trevor opened up then, pulling Rudy’s muscular form over to him and deepening the embrace. And just like that, all of Trevor’s doubts and insecurities melted away. Rudy’s beer-flavoured tongue wrestled with Trevor’s as their hands smoothed over each other’s goosebumped flesh, their erections duelling beneath the covers. Rudy’s body felt smooth and hairless but beautifully contoured with muscle, his large nipples standing erect from a combination of cold and arousal. When Trevor tweaked one of them, Rudy gasped, his eyes widening before he grinned and rolled purposefully on top of Trevor.

After firmly kissing Trevor then nipping his chin, Rudy disappeared under the sheets. Trevor wondered what was happening until he yelped with surprise at Rudy taking his shaft deep into his warm moist mouth.

Best fucking Christmas ever.

But Rudy had not even begun. After bringing Trevor close to orgasm—he seemed to know when to stop—he began to work his way down, across his balls, sucking on one then the other. Trevor barely took a breath the whole time, savouring the sensations.

“Fu—uuuck,” cried Trevor, his eyes opening wide, his hands reaching for Rudy’s head as Rudy’s talented tongue ventured into his crack and started loosening him up, probing in and out, sucking and lapping hungrily around his entrance. Once again he brought Trevor close to orgasm but then stopped just before that happened. Trevor’s heart hammered in the few seconds of respite before he felt cool gel being massaged into him, one finger exploring and caressing. Before long, one finger became two, and Trevor started to meet the thrusts into him until Rudy hit a particular spot.

“Mmm-ahh!” cried Trevor.

Beneath the sheets, without stopping, Rudy rumbled with laughter.

“Just saying hello to your prostate,” came his muffled but humoured voice. And this time, Rudy took Trevor’s shaft all the way down, while at the same time his two fingers smoothed confidently over the newly discovered sweet spot.

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