Page 11 of A Beginner's Guide to Christmas Miracles
“Yeah, I guess the pull-out couch is a good idea. If I have my way, he’ll be staying for a few days. That’s really ok with you?” Beck checked again.
“Yup,” Alan said, taking his cocoa and heading toward the hallway. “Just don’t let me hear you two banging!” he called as he left.
Of course Nach took that moment to open the bathroom door, but he only smiled at Beck, obviously too distracted to pay Alan any attention, thank goodness.
“There are little reindeer on my pants!” Nach beamed. “And my shirt has Santa hats!”
Of course Alan had lent out the Christmas pajamas that Beck had bought him. To be fair, Nach was a little stockier than Alan, and Beck always bought pajamas big so they’d be comfy.
“I have the same ones,” Beck smiled, walking over to Nach.
“Oh, we’ll match!” Nach grinned, and Beck couldn’t help smiling in return. He was definitely wearing those pajamas now.
Beck started to reply, but when he opened his mouth, a huge yawn came out instead.
“Goodness, you’re tired! Of course you are! It’s been a busy day,” Nach said.
“It has,” Beck admitted. “I’m sure you’re exhausted too, and probably a little emotionally drained after everything that happened. Alan went to make up the pull-out in the office for you. It’s really comfy.” Beck waited to see Nach’s reaction. If he seemed disappointed, then Beck would gladly change his plans on them sharing a bed.
But Nach only beamed at him. The guy really was just so damn jovial. “That sounds lovely. You two truly know the meaning of hospitality.”
Beck smiled in response, because it was hard to resist in the face of Nach’s joviality. He led the way down the hall toward his office, which was apparently going to serve as Nach’s room for now.
Beck opened the door and motioned Nach in, rubbing his head self-consciously. “It isn’t much…” he started.
“Oh, it’s lovely! And you have Christmas sheets as well!” Nach said, sitting on the pull-out and rubbing his hand along the themed flannel sheets. “And they’re so soft!”
Beck chuckled. “I love Christmas, and we have holiday themed pretty much everything,” he admitted. “It drives Alan a little nuts sometimes, but he puts up with me.”
Beck didn’t want to leave, but he had long term goals here. His sex drive could wait a few days. Well, at least a day, he bargained with himself.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t resist walking over to Nach for one final goodnight kiss. The man stared at him, looking at Beck with that adoring gaze again, and it took everything in Beck’s power not to climb on top of him and ride him like a roller coaster.
Instead he leaned down, gently kissing Nach on the lips. He pressed his hands to Nach’s face and used his sexy as hell beard to pull Nach’s mouth open a bit. He licked inside then, gently letting his tongue explore.
When he finally pulled back, Nach’s eyes were closed and he looked a bit dazed. Beck gently rubbed his fingers through Nach’s beard until the man opened his eyes, and then he almost got lost looking into those beautiful, warm golden eyes. Beck had to leave before all his good intentions flew out the window.
“Sleep tight, Nach. Dream of me, and I’ll see you in the morning.” Beck winked, and then he forced himself to go out the door, closing it softly behind him.
He leaned against the wall for a moment. Fuck. He was definitely keeping Nach, but the man was obviously a bit innocent. He could go slow. Yes, he absolutely could.
Even if it killed him.
CHAPTER7
Nachielus
Nach didn’t technically needto sleep, but he knew his little elf certainly did, and he didn’t mind partaking in the human pastime of sleep from time to time. After another heavenly kiss, he watched Beck leave the room and shut the door softly behind him, and he laid down on the warm, soft sheets, marveling at how lucky he was to run into such a joyous man.
Beck was simply perfect. He had never, in all this time, met a mortal soul so full of joy. Something in the man called to him. He had only intended on staying topside for a day—just enough time to soak in some holiday joy—but he couldn’t imagine leaving now. No, Beck and Alan would wake up confused and disappointed if he was gone. Well, nothing for it then, he’d simply have to stay. Surely he wouldn’t be missed for just a few days. Management would probably assume he was still buried under all the paperwork they’d left him.
He closed his eyes, a smile still on his face. He had the thought to get up nice and early in order to repay his hosts with a lovely breakfast. Yes, that sounded like a lovely plan. With that idea, and the picture of Beck in his mind, he let himself float off to sleep.
Angels didn’t often dream, but they could, and he dreamed of Beck. He went through each moment of their day together, from the moment the chatty elf had walked up to him in the street to the last goodnight kiss before he left. Then he dreamed of Beck on Christmas morning, delight and love shining on his face, and Beck making cookies, and Beck holding his hand as they shopped together. Always Beck, so full of joy and spirit. He dreamed of Beck with tears of happiness glittering in his eyes as they stood together beneath the Christmas tree, and Nach felt such fulfillment he was near to bursting with it.
He was almost sad to awaken, but certainly real life Beck was better than dream Beck, so he rolled out of bed and listened intently, but it seemed he was the first one up. Perfect. He would treat his hosts to a lovely breakfast.
He tiptoed out to the kitchen before realizing that Beck’s room and Alan’s room were further down the hall than his, so he probably didn’t need to worry too much about waking them up by being loud. He remembered Beck’s electronic device then, and a little holiday music would certainly set the state.
