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“That was… you…” Beck started, obviously at a loss for words.
“It’s gotten chilly!” Nach said, changing the subject rather awkwardly. “I was rather looking forward to you warming me up.”
Beck shot him averyheated look, and Nach blushed hotly, but Beck was now very firmly pulling him along. Before he could even process his embarrassment, he was being pushed into the car, Beck was climbing into the driver’s seat, and they were on their way back to Beck’s house.
Which was empty. And where Beck was going to warm him up.
Oh my.
CHAPTER10
Beckett
Beck may have brokena traffic law or two to get them home, but he couldn’t wait to climb Nach like a Christmas tree. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to keep himself in check last night, and he couldn’t believe now that he had even bothered. But last night also felt like it was years ago.
It seemed impossible that he had only spent two days with Nach. Although he loved sappy holiday movies where people fell in love at first sight, he didn’tactuallybelieve in such a thing. Yet he felt like he’d known Nach for ages, and more than that, he knew deep in his heart that Nach was a good person—the best person—and maybehisperson.
Plus, not for nothing, the guy was hot as hell. He had the whole Santa look going on, but he was totally sexy Santa, and Beck needed some of that. Now.
Nach was also kinda oblivious to his own sex appeal. People had tried flirting with Nach (Beck had resisted smacking them upside the head—barely), but he seemed utterly oblivious; he only had eyes for Beck, which was totally swoon-level sweet. Beck had the impression that Nach was a little innocent in the bedroom, and that only made him want to do dirty things to his sexy Santa even more.
By the time they pulled into the driveway, Beck was needy as hell. He looked over at Nach, who was slightly shell-shocked, probably from Beck’s driving. (That light had definitely still been yellow when they’d started to go through it. Plus, there were no cars on the other street—Beck had checked. Stupid to even have a light there, really.)
“Ready?” he asked, and Nach looked over at him, warmth lighting up his eyes.
“Yes, I am,” Nach murmured.
Oh yeah, sexy Santa knew exactly what the plan was. Hallelujah.
Beck unclipped his belt, hopped out, strode over to grab Nach’s hand, and made his way quickly to the front door. They could leave the bags until later—he had plans that couldn't wait. He opened the door, pulled Nach inside, and slammed the door shut behind them. And that was as far as his restraint lasted.
Nach was bigger than him, but he was pliant as Beck backed him against the hallway wall, grabbed his beard, and pulled him down for a kiss. Nach gave a little groan at the tug on his beard, which only fired Beck up even more.
He licked the seam of Nach’s lips, and his man obligingly opened his mouth. Beck slipped his tongue inside, and somehow Nach still tasted like hot chocolate with a hint of peppermint—he was delicious. Beck groaned, gently licking the inside of Nach’s mouth. When Nach’s tongue ventured into his mouth, he sucked on it, and Nach groaned again, louder this time.
Their kiss turned frenzied —it was like they were trying to devour each other. God, Nach was an amazing kisser. The little mewls and groans he made were such a turn on too. Beck adored a responsive lover (he liked positive feedback—didn’t everyone?), and although Nach was this big stocky sexy bear, Beck could get him to make those deliciously filthy sounds. So fucking hot. He wanted to unwrap Nach like a Christmas present (and yes, he acknowledged to himself that his Christmas puns were totally corny, but they were also true).
Beck broke off the kiss, both of them panting. He looked at Nach, who was flushed, his lips red and plump, and his eyes closed with a blissful expression on his face.
Beck couldn’t wait to take him apart.
He grabbed Nach’s hand and dragged him into the bedroom, though Nach stopped once they entered the doorway.
He hadn’t seen Beck’s room yet, and Beck really let his love for Christmas reign free in here.
“You have a Christmas tree in your room! And snowflake sheets! And lights on the ceiling!” Nach beamed, obviously thrilled with the set up.
Beck laughed gleefully, dragged Nach the rest of the way in, and pushed him on the bed so he was leaning back and resting on his arms, his legs dangling off the edge. Beck strolled over to turn on the Christmas lights and shut off the main light (and yes, there was some shameless ass wiggling), all while Nach stared at him. He looked like he was ready to lick Beck like a candy cane.
Yes please.
Beck stripped his shirt off, then stripped his pants and socks in one swoop, leaving his boxers on (he thought Nach might appreciate them). He looked at Nach, who was a little slack-jawed at his almost bare body, and then Nach noticed the boxers.
He let out an involuntary guffaw, and Beck playfully touched the bells on the front. On one leg the boxers read, “Jingle My Bells And I’ll Guarantee A White Christmas.”
“What do you think, Santa? Wanna jingle my bells?” Beck laughed, wiggling his eyebrows.
Nach boomed out laughter, but he quickly sobered as he stared at the bulge in Beck’s boxers. Beck sauntered over to the bed and climbed up onto Nach’s lap. The sexy man sat up, wrapping his arms around Beck.
