Page 10 of The Baby Clause
“So, Mason, did you know I find you incredibly sexy and I’m struggling not to kiss you right now.” Oh-yeah, that was definitely the Johnny Walker talking rather than me
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for some time…”
“But… you hate me…” My brain was starting to frazzle.
“I don’t hate you, Jere; I want to fuck your brains out.”
“I’d be totally up for that, just so you know.” This was hands down the best Christmas ever…
“Do you think you can handle me? I’m bigger than your purple shower buddy.”
“Oh, I think I could manage…” A small coy smile appeared on my face.
“Hmm. Really…?”
Ooh, that sounded like a challenge, and I was totally up for a challenge. Actually, I’ve been mostly UP all day. I slid closer, throwing one leg over Mason’s not quite sitting in his lap. But the feel of his hard thigh between my legs makes my dick ache and I couldn’t help grinding down on him a little. My eyes met his and I could feel the heat roll off him. I was already feeling warm wearing my suit with the fire burning only a few feet away, but with the alcohol igniting my blood, I’m about a second away from bursting into flames. As if reading my thoughts, Mason reached for my suit zipper and gave it a not so gentle tug.
“I’ve been wondering what you have on under here all day.” Mason tugged the zipper half way exposing my bare chest.
“Hmm, now would you look at that… such pretty nipples? They look good enough to eat.”
Holy fuck!I was wriggling and shamelessly rubbing myself against him. But couldn’t find the urge to care. I just wanted to feel him pressed up against me. I slid my leg across so that I was finally sitting astride him. Our straining cocks, now brushing together. Leaning forward, Mason flicked his tongue across the nub, then sucked it between his teeth. I couldn’t help the shudder that ran through me at the touch. Without me, noticing my hands had reached for his shoulders, holding him to me.
Mason
One by one, the small candles had burnt out, leaving us with only the light from the fire that still popped and crackled in the grate. Jerry felt amazing. The weight of him pressing against me had my pulse racing and my dick plumping. Not that it had really deflated. Jere’s scent tormented me as much as it turned me on. I wanted to taste every part of him, only I could tell that the whisky was having an effect. Not just because he was being bold and not holding himself back. But because he was swaying gently, his body was warm and pliant. I really would have loved to take this further, pinning him under me as I removed his suit and savoring every inch of him. He was just so responsive, grinding his dick against mine, whimpering and gasping as I nipped and licked. Martha’s gift taunted me. The condoms were just out of reach. Maybe that was for the best. We didn’t have lube, and his eyes were starting to glaze over, not just from desire but from exhaustion. My wolf wanted to protest. He wanted to lay claim to the fox so badly that I could hear him whine. My wolf knew what I knew deep down. Jerry was ours. Slowly I pulled back, looking deep into those pools of blue before brushing the softest of kisses against his lips. Jerry’s mouth opened on a sigh and I dipped my tongue inside. His taste was more intoxicating than the whisky we’d both drunk, and I knew I’d never get enough. Standing, took a bit of effort with a now gently slumbering Jerry in my arms. He was heavier than I expected, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Still, I carefully made my way up the stairs to his bed. Tugging the rest of the zipper down, I removed his snuggle suit.
Holy fuck!
Maybe I should have left it on, the sight of lace panties scorched their way deep into my brain. This man was going to be the death of me. Without a doubt. Not touching him was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. Ugh, no, actually, the hardest thing was my cock. Fuck, it was going to be a long night.
6 Playing Happy Families
Jerry
I woke early; it had only taken me minutes to realize the advantage of him taking up most of the bed. It meant I had good reason to sidle up to him, placing my cold feet against his toasty hot ones, soaking up his heat. His scent was doing things to me. It was deep and rich and made me want to nibble on him. I just wanted a little taste, but my head felt like it was made of lead and the lure of coffee was just too strong, but my body didn’t want to move.
Noises came from the crib, noises that threatened to split my already fragile head. Within half a second of the kit fussing, Mason was by his side. Standing in nothing but his underwear. Leaving me laying in my bed alone, missing his body heat. Well, wasn’t that a sight for sore eyes, and my sore cock? Because really, those shorts left nothing to the imagination. My hand strayed down to my own dick that throbbed against the lace.
Oh Fuckadoodle-dandy!
Lace… I was still wearing them, which meant that Mason had seen them when he’d removed my squirrel suit. He must have put me to bed last night because I remember us having dinner, and then having a few drinks. I definitely remember us making out like teenagers… then nothing. I barely contained my groan, not only because I was hungover, but because not everyone was so… accepting of men wearing lace panties. Just when I thought I was making progress, how the hell was I going to face him now? Awkward didn’t quite sum it up. Trying to think of the words that fit the situation I was now in only made me feel worse. My quiet moan was obviously not quite as quiet as I thought.
“You look a little peaky this morning. I need to see to this one first, then I’ll bring you some coffee and get started on breakfast.”
Mason was smiling again, that smile that banished all traces of grump from his face. If my mouth wasn’t already full of cotton wool, I would have been drooling. But between brain fog, embarrassment, and lust, my mind had finally waved the white flag in defeat.
Now I was lying in bed with a sore head, listening to Mason as he got the kit ready for the day. Yes, I still thought of him as the KIT even though I’d suggested calling him Pip. I was still struggling with the ‘getting attached’ thing. This was all so scaringly perfect. Is this what my life would be like if Mason and I were a thing? My mom would be over the fucking moon. Once she got over the shock… she and I both! I rolled onto my side and breathed in the smell of Mason on my sheets. One night, one unmemorable night, and his scent did more to cure my headache than the strongest coffee and aspirin. Not that I’d turn down either.
“Mason, as much as I love the view of your rather impressive ass, it’s not warm in here till the wood burner gets going. There’s a robe over there that should fit you.” Brian had given it to me last Christmas. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to be ironic or just a dick, but the thing was at least two sizes too big for me. It was still a little short in the arms for Mason, but it would keep him warm till he got the fire going. Because I was hoping he was in no hurry to get dressed. I very much hoped we could get back to the ‘making out’ session we’d started last night. Because that had been hotter than hell. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to picture the moment when I practically dry humped him. Oh god, had I really done that? Ugh. Before I could dive for cover under the blankets, Mason arrived with a cup of steaming coffee. The first sip acted like rocket fuel, filling my body with energy. Lifting my eyes from the mug to meet Mason’s was a mistake. My attempt to subtly check him out as he dressed was immediately halted by swallowing my tongue. Choking on my coffee was such a silly way to die, but totally worth it to see Mason’s bare behind as he pulled on a change of underwear. Thank fuck I got both my breathing and coughing under control before coffee came out of my nose. I’d had that happen before and it really wasn’t fun. I couldn’t smell anything but coffee all day.
“You look so sexy lying there with your hair all messed up. You know you make these really cute snuffy noises while you sleep.”
“I do not!” I had no idea if I did or didn’t but my first reaction was to deny everything.
“You do. That’s not the only thing you do in your sleep.”
Oh fuckety, fuck, please don’t say it, I beg of you… When I was young, apparently; I used to…
