Page 41 of Meeting Mr. Christmas
“I am sure,” Jed said, his voice low, rough, and unsteady, his gray eyes beseeching. “About me, and about us. I’ve been forced to do a lot of hard thinking, and look at who I really am. Noel, I know what I’m asking. Of both of us. And I get why you’reholding back, because if I were you I’d be doing the same. You weren’t my walk on the wild side. You were never an experiment. I freaked out, and I’m so, so sorry. How I reacted, and what I did. Running out like that. I was scared and confused. But I’m not scared and confused now. You’re who I want, Noel, and if you can give me a chance, I’ll prove it to you for the rest of our lives.”
Noel’s heart hammered so hard he feared his ribs would crack as Jed gazed at him, both hope and fear in his eyes.
“Babe? Say something. Please?”
“I… I…”
“My god, it’s about time you two ripped the blinders off. Watching the pair of you in the coffee shop, making eyes at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking… Man, it’s been painful.”
Noel snapped his head up. Cameron stood smiling down at them, a few steps away from the table. Oh, god. What had he heard? His tongue had tied itself into a knot. He looked over at Jed, who was looking up at Cameron with his usual confident smile spread over his face.
“And there was I, thinking I was being subtle.”
Cameron laughed. “Sometimes I just wanted to bang your heads together. But it was kind of sweet, too. Happy holiday, boys.” Cameron gave a backward wave as he left, making his way to the door where his husband Greg was waiting for him.
Jed’s smile faded, like the hope in his eyes. He bit down on the side of his thumbnail.
Noel leaned forward, easing Jed’s hand away. “What was it you said about the rest of our lives?” He stood up and held his hand out to Jed. “Let’s go home, where you can tell me again.”
Jed’s eyes widened. “You mean that?”
Noel nodded, his throat too thick to answer, as the biggest, brightest smile he’d ever seen spread out over Jed’s face, chasingaway the last of his fear. Jed took his hand. It was warm and strong, and fit just right, as it wrapped around his own.
Home. The word on Noel’s tongue tasted good, sweet and full of promise. It was where he was meant to be, with the man he was meant to be with, and where he wanted to stay.
Forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“If you’re not sure of this right now, we can leave it for another time.”Please don’t say you want to leave it, pleeeeeeeasssse…Noel stared up from between Jed’s legs. Jed’s splayed and naked legs, between which his solid, flushed, and iron hard cock jutted. It jerked, bumping Noel on the nose.Don’t lick it, not yet, don’t suck down on the juicy slit and that mouthwatering little bead of?—
“No! I mean yes. Ah, fuck. I mean yes, I am sure and no, I don’t want to leave it. I want this, with you, but it is kinda weird that?—”
“That you’re about to get your cock sucked by another guy? I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, so there was no way I wasn’t going to put out after you brought me a red rose.”
Noel flicked the tip of his tongue over the head of Jed’s cock.Ah, fuck.Salty, bitter, so damn juicy and so, so Jed. He pressed down on the root of his own erection, because no way was he going to come in his pants. He took another lick, and trailed his tongue around the hot, bulbous head as he drifted his fingertips up along the insides of Jed’s thighs, which began to quiver. A strangled gurgling filled the room. Noel looked up through his lashes. Jed’s body was onboard with what was happening, buthe wasn’t sure his head was. Or at least the one which sat on his shoulders, judging by how wide and glazed his eyes were.
They’d rushed back to Noel’s, almost falling through the snow, hands locked together, neither of them wanting to waste a second, not when they’d already wasted so much time. As soon as the door had slammed shut, they’d fallen on each other, kissing with a ferocity that had made Noel’s eyes water and his legs go weak at the knees. But now… Jed stared down at him through those wide, wide eyes of his, all his usual assured self-confidence gone. A little thrill of power flared inside Noel. Jed had ventured into new territory without a map. Noel didn’t have a map either, but he didn’t need one, not when he was on his knees with a thick, gorgeous cock bopping him on the nose.
“Jed, I know this is all new to you, but it won’t be too different from what you’ve had before?—”
“I—I guess not.”
“I just need you to relax, you know? And don’t worry about the bite marks in the morning. They’ll fade and the swelling will go down. Because gay guys always use their teeth. A lot.”
“What the—oh, screw you, Christmas. That is absolute bullshit.”
Screw me? Yes, please…But that would need to be saved for another day. Noel grinned, because for now all that mattered was that Jed was laughing. The scared shitless expression that had made him look like the most rabbity rabbit caught in the biggest, brightest headlights, was booted out of sight.
“Hey, Jed. Seriously. We can wait if you need to get your head around?—”
“I’ve been waiting way too long, so I sure as hell ain’t going to wait a minute more. All I need is for you to get your mouth around…” A shadow of doubt flickered across Jed’s face. “Unlessyouwant to wait? I’ll go with you, take everything at your speed. If you’d rather just cuddle and watch a romantic movie…?”
Tears prickled the backs of Noel’s eyes. So many times, a hard hand had pushed his head down, or bounced him over onto his stomach, fingers none too gently opening up his ass cheeks. The play was always a little rough but fun, or mostly, but always it had been what the guy he was with had wanted. Nobody, ever, had asked if he’d rather cuddle and watch a movie. Nobody except for Jed.
He didn’t.
“Buckle up, Jed Mason, because there’s going to be nothing slow about the ride I’m about to take you on.”
