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He tilted his head up to look at me. “For what?”
“For making me laugh. You make me feel... lighter.”
“I should be the one thanking you.”
It was my turn to look down at him. “Why?’
“For asking me to stay.”
25
LOUIS
December 29
Forty-two yearsI’d lived on this planet. Forty-two years of waking up to winter snowstorms, of childhood days spent building snow forts and adult days spent grumbling about shoveling and traffic delays. And on the seventy-sixth day of my forty-second year, I woke up to a world blanketed in white. And for the very first time, I did so wrapped in the arms of another man.
I thought back over it, wondering if I’d miscalculated. I’d had relationships in my life... hookups that had turned into sleepovers. Surely one of them had taken place during a winter storm... but if that were the case, I definitely couldn’t recall.
What I did know for sure, now that I’d experienced it, was that waking up wrapped in a man’s arms while the world outside looked like a shaken-up snow globe, was quite possibly one of life’s best-kept secrets. There was something utterly delicious about it... the warmth, the snuggle, the skin against skin, the erection pressed into the cleft of my ass... all while snow swirled about, blanketing the world in white. Even better wasthe realization that we didn’t have a single place we needed to be. We could stay here, tucked away in each other’s arms for the rest of the day, without a single fuck to give.
The aforementioned erection pressed itself into me just a little more insistently. The thighs behind mine flexed. The hand on my hip squeezed. Warm breath ghosted along my ear just before teeth nipped at my lobe.
“Mmm” rumbled out of my chest as I pressed my ass back into his dick and turned my head to greet him with a kiss. “That’s one way to say good morning. My favorite way, in fact.”
“That so?” Matty nudged his cock another inch forward, his precum lubricating the inside of my thighs as he slid along my taint, sending tendrils of heat thrumming through my system.
“Brrrowww.” Ernie jumped onto the bed, headbutting me and purring louder than any damn cat I’d ever heard.
“Terrible timing, Ern. Go away.” Matty reached over me and poked at the cat with his first two fingers.
Not to be deterred, Ernie scooted farther down the bed, placed both paws on my knee and began making biscuits, his paws kneading with surprising strength for such a small animal.
The sigh Matthew let out was one of heavy defeat. “I better go feed him. He’s not going to give up until he gets his breakfast.”
I chuckled. “I’m certainly not going anywhere in this weather.”
He gave me a quick kiss. “You better not.”
I admired his very fine form as he strode out into the living room not wearing a stitch of clothing. Deciding it might be best to freshen up while he was occupied with the cat, I stepped out of the bedroom and headed for the bathroom.
“I’m just going to take a quick shower,” I called out on my way.
“You said you weren’t going anywhere,” he hollered back.
“I meant I wasn’t leaving the apartment. But you’re welcome to shower with me if you want.” I shut the door behind me without waiting for a response.
Matty endedup joining me in the shower a few moments later, and as much as I loved a good shower fuck, I convinced him to focus on actually getting clean instead. I had plans for him, you see.
After our shower, I whipped us up some scrambled eggs and toast, convincing him with a sassy wink that we needed to keep up our strength. He shook his head but humored me. His willingness to go along with my bullshit was one of my favorite things about him.
Once finished with our breakfast, I dragged him back to bed, insisted we both get naked, then commandeered his iPad and pulled up a porn site.
“What’s this?” he asked, a hint of crimson flooding his cheeks beneath the beard.
“Welcome to ‘gay sex two-oh-one.’ Your next lesson... rimming.”
The way his brain short-circuited was written all over his face. Poor guy. “What was ‘gay sex one-oh-one’?”
