Page 33 of Daddy's Christmas Elf
Grey’s pulse thumped hard and fast. He was hot, and his skin tingled as his cock filled to bursting, and pressed hard against the zip on his jeans. It would be so, so easy to throw aside all the self restraint it was becoming more and more difficult to fight against. His breath stuttered in his chest. Eli wanted him as much as he wanted Eli, their mutual desire making the air around them thick and heavy, so what was the—?
Grey’s mobile rang, a hard and heavy axe blade slicing through his fevered thoughts. Eli’s eyes shot open. The grey and the green of his irises were foggy and dazed as if he’d just emerged from a deep sleep.
“Aren’t you going to get that?”
Grey swore as he fumbled his phone from his pocket, and jabbed accept without looking at the caller ID.
A voice he’d know anywhere said his name.
Grey’s gaze landed on Eli. Grabbing the empty plate, Eli jumped up from the sofa and disappeared from the living room.
“Grey? Grey are… there?” Peter’s voice, on the other end of the line, broke up. “Sorry… bad line. Must be… weather. I want… about… mas.”
“I can’t hear you.”And I don’t want to, Peter, not now.
“Christmas… I don’t… your own.”
Grey pulled the phone from his ear and stared at it. He’d filled in the missing words. Christ, Peter wasn’t asking him to spend Christmas with him — was he? He needed to kill that idea right now.
“Christmas is sorted. I’ve got a friend with me,” he shouted, over the breaking connection.
“Friend? Who? Have… somebody?”
The connection was poor, but not poor enough to disguise the startled curiosity in Peter’s voice.
“Nobody you know. Happy Christmas, Peter—”
“Grey? I can’t hear. Who—?” The line died before Grey could kill it.
Powering his phone down, Grey turned it over and over in his hands. It had been a surprise to hear Peter’s voice again, or as much of it as he could, but not the stomach churning, heart racing, pulse thumping shock it would have been only weeks, or even days, before. He strode to the living room door and slung it open.
“You can come back now,” he called, as he waited on the threshold.
Down the long passageway which led to the kitchen, Eli poked his head around the door, before he emerged, holding a replenished plate.
“Stollen.” Eli held the plate up as he came to a halt in front of Grey. “Dessert is a series of courses. We’ll finish with chocolates.”
Grey grinned and shook his head. “Is there no end to your sugar addiction?”
Eli tilted his head as though in deep and serious thought, but a tiny smile danced across his lips.
“No.”
They took up their places on the sofa again, and Grey waited for the question he knew would come.
“Was that—?”
“Peter. Yes. The line was terrible but I got the distinct impression he was going to ask me to spend Christmas with him. He thought I was on my own, so I suppose it was a pity call.”
“Ohhh… So, did you tell him you rescued an elf?”
Grey laughed and shook his head. “No. I told him I had a friend staying, nobody he knew, but he’ll be wondering. I wouldn’t be surprised if he came up with some excuse to try and call round. It’s as well I changed the locks.”
“Do you really think he’d try and let himself in?” Eli’s eyes widened in shock and horror.
“Hmm, possibly.”
Eli sucked in his lower lip and Grey waited, already knowing what Eli was working up to say.
