Page 9 of A Little Christmas: Star
Caelum
Being daddy and little might be a whole new thing for the two of us, and we’d have to see how that went, but one thing we’d always been great at together was time in the bedroom. Would the new dynamic lurking in the background change that? We’d always been who we were, just in the past been too young to know to make sense of it. But as I gathered him into my arms, and his came around me, my doubts disappeared.
His scent was the same…but not because of the cologne he still wore. That certainly touched my heart, but the true scent was him. My first and only love. I never wanted to let him go again. Those thoughts, however, were not going to help me with tonight. We had made no promises to one another, and nothing had changed in either of our lives to make being together easier. If anything, it was the opposite. I had learned that I was a daddy and what that meant—Star was a little but in an industry where a person’s life could be held up for judgment. Not all of those who flocked to the theaters or tuned in to the TV shows would understand or even want to.
None of that needed to be here and now. Only one question needed to be answered. “In front of the fire or in my bedroom?
“Your bed.” He nuzzled my throat, inhaling deeply. “I want to be surrounded by your scent and put my head on a pillow you use.”
Had we both always been so aware of how one another smelled? Probably on some level. “What makes you think you will get my pillow?”
“I always did before.”
“True.” I stood up, bringing him with me. “But that was when I only had one.” Carrying him up the stairs, I relishedthe feel of his arms around my neck, holding on, even while he protested that he was too heavy for me to “lug around.”
He could have been quite a bit heavier. I had filled out some in our years apart, but Star’s need to stay at a certain weight for the roles he got had kept him close to what he’d been all those years before. If anything, he was leaner, and the gym workouts he’d complained to me about had added a little in weight that was all muscle.
When we got to my room, I strode through the doorway and right over to the king-sized bed that seemed too huge to me all by myself. No, I had not been celibate, but neither had I brought anyone home.
“It’s big,” he said, not sounding at all pleased. “Somehow when I imagined us in bed together again, I thought…”
“That I still had the twin bed we were crowded into?” I let him slide down my body to stand, slowly, appreciating every second.
“Silly, I guess. But that was the most comfortable mattress I ever lay on.”
“Because you were sprawled on top of me. That bed came with the rental and it was all springs and sag.”
Planting his palms on my chest, he looked up at me, serious and a little sad. “So you were never comfortable while we slept together?”
“Star, I have never been more comfortable in my life than those months. But after you left, I realized what a disaster it was and slept on the couch until I could afford one of those mattresses in a box to replace it.” Some of that was because I couldn’t bear sleeping in the bed without him. But he already felt bad, and I didn’t want that at all.
“You were so warm as those fall nights got cold. Like a furnace.”
“Ah-ha! So what I interpreted as affection was heat seeking. I see how it was.”
“Caelum, affection is too mild a word for what I felt, what I feel, for you.”
Before I began to blubber all over him in the least un-daddy-like way possible, I kissed him instead. People said that when they got back with someone, things were different. Maybe they’d learned a new way of kissing but as the tips of our tongues touched, it was 100 percent us.
No time had passed.
We undressed each other, clothing flying to the sides in our hurry to renew our passion. His skin was smooth and taut under my questing palms, chest smoother than I recalled. “Do they make you wax?”
“Laser.”
“Sounds awful.”
“It kind of was, but better than being waxed all the time. That really did hurt.”
Exploring his arms, legs, firm buttocks, I returned to kissing him. I would never get enough of his taste, as intoxicating as his scent. But I needed more, pushing him down onto the bed and dropping to my knees. His cock rose, long smooth, with the maroon hue the head always took on when he was aroused. And I hungered for it.
Closing my lips around him, I sucked him deep, too desperate to go slow, dying for the saltiness of his cum to slide down my throat.
Star gasped, digging his fingers into my scalp. “Caelum, how do you do that to me?”
A fast flicker of who else might have been in his bed flashed in and out. I didn’t need to think about this.
Not like this. I licked and sucked, toying with his ball sac until he shuddered, a sure sign he was getting close. Usually, I’dhave kept it at this stage for a while, made him wait, but that could be next time. Skating my fingers back, I found his hole and thrust one inside, to the first knuckle only. I’d need lube for more, for fucking this tight passageway.
