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Samuel is ready to pass out after the amazing sex, but they have to go to Bryan’s because Scooter can’t be left alone overnight. Samuel packs his bag for the weekend while Bryan places a food order for dinner, and then they’re back in the car and driving to Bryan’s.
“There’s supposed to be a blizzard,” Bryan says.
“What? When?”
“End of the week.”
Samuel’s mouth falls open in shock. “But that’s Christmas! What about all the people who have to travel?”
“I don’t know. But at least it will be a white Christmas. That isn’t always a guarantee around here.”
Samuel throws him a look, then pulls out his phone. “The last time there was a blizzard in this part of California was 1943.”
“See, it’s been a while.”
Samuel huffs. Then he says, “What about Wendy and Ryan?”
Bryan reaches across the console, squeezing his hand. “I’m going to talk to them about it in a day or two, when we get a clearer idea of how bad it will be. But I was thinking maybe itwouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we spent Christmas together just the two of us?”
“You’d… want to?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Do you have plans?”
“My plans were tending to my aches and pains after a mediocre encounter with Ballbuster and watching the Hallmark channel until it was time to go back to work.”
“Once again, with a bar that low, I have to think I have a real shot here.”
Samuel leans across the console and kisses him on the cheek. “You have all the shots. As many as you want to take.”
“Is that meant to sound dirty?”
He grins. “Maybe a little.”
They pull into Bryan’s driveway, and Samuel gets out of the car to grab the food from the porch. He loves Thai food, and after what they just got up to, he’s starving.
Samuel takes his bag to Bryan’s room while Bryan gets the dog fed and lets him out back to do his business. Bryan’s bedroom is comfortable and masculine, with wide nightstands, plenty of room in his walk-in closet, and a king-size bed. The bathroom has a jetted tub. That’s it. Samuel is ready to move in.
“What should I wear?” He shouts down the stairs.
“Something comfortable.”
Samuel takes out a pair of pajamas from his bag and puts them on. The shirt buttons and the bottoms match. Bunnies chasing carrots. He unpacks his favorite stuffed animal, a penguin named Waldo that he puts on the bed and goes down to the kitchen with his octopus.
Bryan is just setting water down beside their plates. “Just in time. How cute are you?”
“Very cute, as a matter of fact.”
Bryan laughs. “How is your bottom? Do you need an extra pillow?”
“I’m okay, thank you. The arnica helped,” he says.
Bryan hums in his throat. “I’m happy to apply any creams or ointments to your ass anytime. Actually, I’ll apply anything to any part of your body. You just let me know.”
They eat holding hands, and as soon as dinner is over, he’s dragged upstairs to Bryan’s room. They lie in bed and attempt to watch a movie, but within ten minutes, he’s sitting between Bryan’s legs, his hands on his Daddy’s thighs, and Bryan’s hand is in his pants, jerking him off so sweetly he might die.
“Daddy, faster,” he begs.
