Page 32 of Meeting Mr. Christmas
“Noel?”
“Yeah?”
“Just shut the fuck up and let me kiss you.”
Throwing the fleece blanket aside, Jed straddled Noel, refusing to think about what they were doing, the why and how they’d got here, only wanting for it not to end. Because it, them, the two of them, felt so totally, absolutely right. His dick, heavy and pulsing with need, brushed against Noel’s own iron hard shaft. Jed sucked air between clenched teeth, hissing against the shot of electricity that seared through him, igniting every single nerve ending. Beneath him, Noel’s hips bucked, their dicks rubbing together.
“Ah, fuck,” Jed gritted, squeezing his eyes closed as he ground against Noel, dredging all those sweet, sweet sighs and moans out of the guy who just minutes ago was his best bud and was now?—
“Christ! Jesus fucking Christ!” Jed yelled as Noel snaked his hand down the back of his sweatpants and glided the tip of his finger along the crease of his butt cheeks.
Beneath him, Noel laughed. Deep and dirty, it was a laugh he’d never before heard break from Noel’s lips. Noel, but not the Noel he’d ever known. A delicious shiver raced through Jed as his balls tightened.
No way, no fucking way, was he gonna come in his pants. He pulled himself up, making space between them, and fumbled for Noel’s jeans. But Noel was ahead of him. Unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping himself, he pushed his jeans down over his hips, his boxers following, letting his dick spring free, the tip glossy with pre-cum and begging for attention.
Jed caught his breath, his hands stilling on his own clothes. He’d seen Noel buck naked before, he’d seen his dick in locker rooms and skinny dipping in the mountain lakes, at summer camp — but never, ever like this. Jed swallowed hard and ran his shaky hands down his face.
“Jed?” A quiet, uncertain voice. Noel stared at him, his eyes wide, filled with the fever of knowing they’d crossed a line neither of them had seen coming. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how things got so far.” Noel’s voice was as fast and jittery as his hands, fumbling to pull his jeans up.
It was Jed’s get out of jail free card. He could take it and back away. It had been the beer, that was all, and the movie. They could laugh it off, shrug, and not meet each other’s eye just as they’d done with the Truth or Dare kiss. It would be so easy to step away, no harm done. Lies, it was all lies, because he didn’t want to back away, he didn’t want to shrug any of it off. He wanted this, and he wanted it only with Noel.
HisNoel, who’d always been so much more than his best bud.
Jed grabbed Noel’s hands, holding them still, brushing them with a soft sweep of his thumbs, wanting to allay all of Noel’s panic that he’d somehow made a mistake when nothing about this could ever be called that. “Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry. But…”
“But what?”
Fuck. The note of panic was back in Noel’s voice.But. That little word that had the power to wreck everything, yet he needed to say what was bubbling away inside him.
“This… Us, I mean, like this. It’s new to me, you know. Me and you, I mean…”And I just don’t want to fuck up…
“You know, I kinda think I’d have noticed if we’d done this before.” Noel arched a brow, all his panicky nerves nowhere to be seen as his lips twitched in a barely held back grin.
Smart ass.
Jed freed his own cock, and wrapped his palm around himself, shuddering as his thumb pad swept over the juicy slit, all the time keeping his gaze locked to Noel’s, who stared back at him with eyes that were wider than the ocean and as dark as midnight.
Jesus, but he’s beautiful.Jed’s heart jumped and twisted so hard he gasped. But he’d always known that, as hard as he’d shoved that thought aside in the past, Noel had always been the most beautiful person he’d ever known.
Noel whimpered as his gaze fell to Jed’s hand, tight around his dick. Jed smiled, he just couldn’t help it, as Noel made that little sound again. Releasing himself, not to quit what he was doing but to make it a million times better, he shuffled forward and palmed Noel’s slick erection, pressing it to his own, encircling his hand around them both. The heat, the pulse, slick with pre-cum. He had another guy’s dick in his hand… Noel’s dick… and Christ, if it didn’t feel right.
Tunneling his fist, Jed slid his palm all the way up to the tips of their pressed together dicks, feathering his thumb pad over their wet slits, squeezing and massaging.
Noel hissed through his teeth, letting his head fall back as he muttered something incomprehensible.
“Oh shit,” Jed whispered, his voice rough and ragged. If they stopped now… If they… There was no way he was going to stop. He picked up the pace.
“Two cocks in the hand.”
“What?” He blinked down at Noel, who stared up at him.
“Like that saying. Two cocks in the bush are worth one in the hand.”
Jed blinked again, as the rhythm he’d been setting faltered and stalled. Laughter bubbled up inside him, smoothing down the scant remains of his jangling nerves.
“Grabbing another guy’s cock isn’t something I do every day, Christmas, so give me a break. And it’s birds, not cocks.”
“Whatever, but I do grab other guy’s cocks. Sometimes. Not so much lately.”
