Page 43 of Daddy's Christmas Elf
“I guess you did, kind of.”
Eli gave a small, shy smile. “I’d… I’d like that, until I get back on my feet properly. They do feel like they’ve been kicked out from under me recently, I’ve got to admit. But I want to pull my weight.” Eli met Grey’s eyes, pride and determination shining from him. “I’ll do the cooking. And the housework.”
“Cooking I’ll say yes to, but not the housework. You’re not going to be here as some kind of skivvy. I’ve got a cleaner who comes in a couple of times a week.”
“I’ll walk Trevor each day.”
Grey laughed. “Good luck with that. He’s a lazy little sod.”
“Then what can I do?”
“What you like and what you’re good at.”
Grey started as Eli pulled his hands free, and jumped into his lap, straddling him in an instant. Rolling his body forward, Eli brought his mouth to Grey’s ear.
“I know what I like and what I’m good at.”
Grey shivered as Eli sucked his earlobe into his mouth.
“I meant making pizzas… jacket potatoes… weird toppings…”
Eli chuckled. “Oh, I think I can leave the… weird toppings… to you, Mr. Gillespie.”
Everything and anything Grey wanted to say dissolved as Eli’s kiss melted him. Their sighs and moans filled every corner of the room, as tongues slid over tongues as each delved deeper. Grey’s hands clamped themselves to either side of Eli’s hips, which had began a slow roll, with each wave pressing Eli’s erection against his own.
Eli slid from Grey’s lap, coming to a kneel on the floor between Grey’s splayed legs. The ache in Grey’s cock was pushing into pain, the press against the zip on his jeans growing ever more insistent. Grey’s heart catapulted when Eli pressed and rubbed his face into the heat between his legs.
“Eli, you don’t have to… This isn’t about… It was never about…” But Grey’s incoherent thoughts broke up and fell away as Eli unbuckled and unzipped him, and freed his needy, desperate cock.
Between Grey's legs, Eli sat back and looked up. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips puffy and bruised, his hair a mussed up mess. Grey’s cute little elf had morphed into a dark and dirty angel.
“I know I don’t. But I want to. I want to very, very much, Mr. Gillespie.”
Eli dipped his head and took him deep into his mouth, leaving Grey to release a long and shuddering moan as he tumbled into the abyss.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Eli lay on the sofa with Trevor snuggled up beside him, and eyed the mince pies. Thank goodness for Grey’s tooth, as sweet as his own, because there were boxes and boxes of them.
“Hmm, lovely.” Eli groaned as he bit into one. “No! Bad Trevor!”
He whipped away the half eaten little sweet treat, just in time to stop Trevor snatching it away, knowing just a taste of the gooey vine fruit filling would make the little dog very ill.
“These are for two legged animals, not four. I’ll get you a Crunchie Snax in a minute. All right, be like that,” Eli said as Trevor huffed — Eli was sure he huffed — and slid from the sofa, skulking off into the corner of the room where he turned his back on Eli.
It was the perfect Christmas Eve. Or it would have been perfect, if Grey were with him rather than locked away in his office.Last time, I promise, Grey had mouthed as he took the call before he’d disappeared. Eli pushed himself deeper into the cushions. It was the nature of Grey’s high powered job, he supposed, but Grey had promised it would be the last work call he took, and Eli believed him.
Eli stared into the flames licking at the logs in the grate, and let his mind drift.
Were he and Grey becoming a couple? Eli wasn’t sure, but weren’t all the signs there? Wasn’t it only a question of time? He narrowed his eyes as he sought to find the word that described them.Complemented. Yes, that was it, they complemented each other. But wasn’t it more than that? Weren’t they — simpático? Eli scrunched up his nose at the word Benny had started using to describe his relationship with the odious Lenny. But, yeah, simpático… Eli got it, for the first time he really got it.
Eli glanced at his watch. Midmorning, Grey had been gone just over an hour; perhaps a coffee would be welcome.
Pushing himself up, he didn’t get much further than a few steps when the door bell rang. With Grey shut away in his office, Eli open the door.
“Hello,” the guy standing on the doorstep said, his eyes widening in surprise before he smiled. “I’m looking for Grey.”
Eli said nothing. His stomach plummeted and he gripped the edge of the door. The smile was dazzling, as it would be from a man who was beautiful enough to have once been a model, a man Eli had seen looking out from an arty black and white wedding photograph. The man who’d lived in this house, with Grey. The man who’d shared his bed. The man who’d been his husband.
