Page 37 of Jingl
We all admire our handiwork. Then Peggy rustles around somewhere and pulls out a DVD of Will Ferrell’s Elf, Shae’s favorite Christmas movie. “Movie time.”
Shae grabs a blanket and sits on the couch, tugging me down next to him. Peggy sits in the recliner, but yawns. I have to wonder if it’s a real yawn, or a fake one as she side-eyes the two of us. Shae seems oblivious.
About twenty minutes into the movie, Peggy stretches. “Okay, kiddos, I’m heading to bed. Enjoy yourselves.” I swear she winks at me, but Shae just nods. He’s still totally engrossed in the movie he’s seen a thousand times.
“Shae,” I whisper, pulling his attention from the movie. “I really wanna suck your dick.”
He snorts as he leans down to press a kiss to my lips. “Maybe we talk first?”
For some reason that makes my stomach twist and I sit up. “Is everything okay?”
His eyes go wide. “Yeah. Yes. Totally okay, I just… are you a Daddy? Totally okay if you are. I just wondered and…” He fiddles with the blanket and doesn’t look at me, so I tip his chin up.
“Would it bother you if I am?”
Shae shakes his head. “I don’t think so? Are you?”
“I’ve explored it. Like I said, I dove pretty deep into self-exploration in college. I have this caretaker side of me that comes out in full force around you. Iwantto help you and take care of your problems. But I’m twenty-two. The idea of someone calling me Daddy just feels weird. So, vibes, yes, title, no. More labels I just don’t care to claim, I guess.”
“Makes sense.” Shae sighs as he leans into the side of the couch. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Babe. Shae. What makes you think you can ever disappoint me?” I lie next to him, squishing him against the back of the couch. I admire him so deeply.
“Dunno. I don’t have much experience, and I didn’t explore. I don’t know a lot—”
“And that’s fine. We can explore together if you ever want to. Or just do what feels good.” I roll my hips, grinding my cock against his. Shae’s eyes flutter back. “I love watching pleasure wash over your face.” I kiss him. We writhe until I’m on top of him. He grinds against my leg.
“You’re mostly mine until the new year. Let me take care of you, Shae.”
“Mmmm. Maybe not in the living room where Mom can walk in on us though.”
I laugh into the crook of his neck. We turn off the movie and fold the blanket before tip toeing to his bedroom and shutting the door. Shae clicks the lock and I look at his ceiling to smile at our stars. The same as they’ve always been. I don’t have time to admire our old handi work because Shae pushes me to the bed and straddles my thighs. I love his weight and I tumble down with him chasing my lips.
Shae may not be as experienced as I am, but he’s passionate. He wears every emotion on his face and right now sex is the only thing on his mind.
I flip him off me and straddle him. His chest rises and falls, his pupils are blown. I take in every inch of him and slide along his hard cock trapped in his pajama bottoms.
“You’re so hard for me, Shae.”
“Trace.”
“Lube?” Tonight, in his childhood bedroom, I plan to take him apart.
“Nightstand.”
I lean over and grab the small bottle. “Condoms?” I usually have one in my wallet.
He shakes his head. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”
I kiss his shoulder. “Let me take care of you tonight, Shae.”
“That’s all you do,” he whispers.
“Not all.” I kiss his jaw.
I slide my hands under his pants to fist him. I want to do this slow, but I’m not sure I can. I push off him and strip while he shimmies out of his own clothes. He’s long and lean with creamy skin all on display. A flush flows over his body when he reaches for me.
“Turn over.”
