Page 29 of One More Yule Log
“Yes, sir. Quiet. Warm. Kiss me, honey. I want you.”
Eager, Gray leaned across the console to offer the kiss they both wanted, a jolt going through them as soon as their lips met. Oh Lord. This was dangerous.
One of Ben’s hands slipped around the back of his head, the touch hot as hell and solid as fuck. They tilted their heads and the kiss went deep, their tongues tangling. Ben played with him, tongue stroking his, sliding over his teeth and learning him.
They lingered until he needed air, and Ben clearly did too. When they broke, Gray found himself staring at Ben, breathing hard. “I—wow.”
“No shit. We’re fixin’ to tear each other up tonight.”
“We are.” Was it awful to suggest takeout?
“You want to pick up something? I have wine at home.”
“I do. Just something easy.” Maybe not fast food, but… “Fatbelly or White House?” Fatbelly had gourmet burgers and White House had pizza and ’zones and pasta. Either would have it ready by the time they got there if he called now.
“Oh…let’s do White House. I have a nice Chianti at home.”
“What would you like.” He might get chicken parm. Depended on Ben. They would need to coordinate breath.
“I love their half-and-half pasta. You?” Oh, Ben was a man after his own heart.
“I love that too. I think I’ll get the chicken parm and we can share it all?” He called it in, getting garlic bread and salad for two as well.
Ben headed over to the restaurant, country music on the radio, the heated seats melting him.
They didn’t really chat, but the hum of need between them never died down. It stayed white-hot.
Ben pulled into the restaurant. “I’ll run in. It’s starting to snow.”
Oh God, how adorable. Ben worried about him and the snow.
“Thanks.” He would sit. His feet felt better, but it had been a long day, and he wanted to be fresh for their fun tonight. Did Ben have condoms? Did they need them? Would they get to that base tonight? Usually when brunch the next day was involved, they needed condoms.
He was going to have to ask. If he could spend the night, he could ask about protection.
Humming with the radio, he fiddled with the seat warmer, which was getting a little too much on his ass, and watched Ben come out with the food, looking like a model in an REI ad.
Oh yeah. He needed to ask about rubbers.
Of course, he didn’t mean to blurt it out the moment Ben slid into the car, but he did. “Do we need to get rubbers?” Like he was in an episode ofStarsky and Hutch.
Ben blinked at him, then cracked up, head thrown back with his laughter. “I—I bought a whole box. Yesterday. And new lube.”
“Oh, good. I just thought about it, and you like how I was all suave, right?”
“It was total class. I almost missed it, with the subtlety and all.”
“I slid it right into the conversation.” He winked broadly. “Smells good.”
“It does. That place always smells like garlic-soaked heaven. The portions are massive too.”
“Yum.” He put one hand on Ben’s thigh.
“Yes. God, honey. I want you something awful. I haven’t—not since I lost my husband. I mean, it had been a year before that, even.” Ben glanced over at him. “Is that weird?”
“No. I mean, everyone is different. The kinds of guys I meet are not… I want more than just a fling, you know?” Had Ben and his husband been having trouble, or was it because his husband had been sick?
“I do know. Dale was…he was sick for a while before we knew it. I want you more than my next breath. I’m praying I don’t shoot like a horny fifteen-year-old the first time you touch my skin.” Those crinkles pulled up around Ben’s eyes.
