Page 9 of A Beginner's Guide to Christmas Miracles
Nach wrinkled his nose a bit (notreallya miracle) and picked up his own cocoa. When he took the first sip, he couldn’t help the groan that came from tasting the sweet chocolate in his mouth.
“This is simply heavenly. And believe me, I know heavenly,” Nach gushed.
Beck smiled broadly. “Wait until you try the cookies,” he teased
Nach couldn’t resist such a dare, so he did.
Oh. Oh my.
He knew the sounds coming from his mouth as he ate the cookies were probably pornographic (again, not that he’dreallywatched porn, but you couldn’t help but hear it if someone else had it on). He couldn’t seem to control himself, though.
“These are unbelievable!” he gushed after he’d tried one of each type and sipped more cocoa, which warmed him from the inside. Then he looked over at Beck again, and he was warm for an entirely different reason, because his elf looked like he wanted to devour Nach in the same way that Nach had just devoured those cookies.
Nach liked that idea very much.
Nach put down his cocoa and turned toward Beck, and Beck must have seen it for the signal it was, because he was placing his own cocoa down and gliding closer on the couch. Then their legs were touching, and Beck whispered, “May I?”
Nach didn’t reply, only leaned over and kissed his elf. Those soft lips, the rush of air coming from his mouth, the press of a tongue against Nach’s lips—it was sweeter than any cookies or cocoa he’d ever had.
Then Beck licked inside his mouth, and Nach let his tongue playfully touch Beck’s, and his elf tasted like sugar and vanilla. Nach couldn’t get enough—he pulled Beck closer until he was straddling Nach’s lap, and their kissing went from sweet to scorching. Their tongues tangled together and they licked at one another. Nach wrapped his arms around Beck and pressed them together tightly; he felt like the two of them couldn't be close enough.
Beck bit his lower lip, and Nach moaned, his dick jerking in response. With a bit of embarrassment, Nach realized he was thrusting his hips into Beck, but Beck must not have minded, because his elf began rubbing himself against Nach in return, gripping Nach’s shoulders tightly.
They kissed ravenously, and Nach needed to feel Beck’s skin like he needed to breathe, so he slipped his hands up under his elf’s shirt, groaning at the warmth and smoothness of his flesh. Beck pulled his mouth away, and Nach went to chase it, only Beck licked Nach’s neck below his ear, then nibbled at it, and Nach could only pant and groan.
Oh angels, Beck managed to line up their cocks so they were grinding into each other. Nach couldn’t stop thrusting up, and Beck was pressing into him and rotating his hips just the tiniest bit, and the friction was absolutely delicious. Beck’s hands tightened on his shoulders, and Beck bit the side of Nach’s neck, causing them both to groan.
Nach thought he might come in his pants.
Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), that didn’t happen, as a voice interrupted their moment.
“Oh my god, Beck, did you see it was snowing!” a voice called out, and then the owner was appearing in the living room as Beck and Nach managed to pull apart to look over.
Alan was gesturing at the double doors, staring out at the fat snowflakes that were lazily falling from the sky, quickly coating the deck, grass, and trees in a shimmering, white blanket. (Nach had just…helped some clouds along. That was all. Surely that didn’t qualify as a miracle. Although he was regretting it right about now, since it had interrupted… things.)
Beck groaned, leaning his head against Nach’s shoulder while they both caught their breath. Alan finally seemed to realize that Beck wasn’t home alone, and he blushed furiously when he saw Beck sitting astride Nach.
“Oh god! Sorry! I didn’t realize you had someone over!” he rushed out.
“Alan, your timing tonight sucks,” Beck grumbled.
Nach couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, and Beck lifted his head and smiled at him softly.
“Well, how was I supposed to know you brought sexy Santa back?” Alan groused. “That’s what cell phone messages are for, genius. Besides, you never miss tasting the first snowfall of the season, and you would’ve killed me if I hadn’t told you.”
Beck took Nach’s face in his hands and gave him a firm kiss on the lips before climbing off his lap. “It’s true,” Beck admitted. “You always have to taste the first snow of the season. Come and join us?” he asked.
He reached his hand down, and Nach was powerless to resist. He would follow his elf anywhere.
Alan pushed open the back sliding glass door, and he swept out onto the deck, Beck following and pulling Nach along with him. It was cold out, but it was a refreshing, crisp cold. As he watched the two men lift their faces to the sky, grinning broadly and laughing like children, he couldn’t regret the snow (and he still didn’t think it quite qualified as a miracle). Watching Alan and Beck stick out their tongues to catch snowflakes, laughing and smiling, made something unfurl inside Nach.
This, right here. This was the true miracle.
CHAPTER6
Beckett
So Beck might have beena teensy bit mad at Alan for interrupting them, but he was right, Beck never missed tasting the first snowfall.
