Page 14 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: August
Thor put his own jacket on one of the hooks over the padded bench, and then did the same with Auggie’s. They both took off their boots and put them in the cubby built for them.
“So this opens up into the main hall of the house.” He walked Auggie to it and stopped to point the rest of the place out. “Great room is through that door to the right. The door straight ahead is the kitchen. There’s a dining room between the kitchen and Great Room, but you can only get to it from either of those rooms. To the left is the den, and beyond that is a media room. At the back of the house is my studio. The staircase there leads up to the bedrooms upstairs. It’s a lot more house than I really need, but I just love the bones of it, the history. I fell in love the moment I saw it, and honestly, that was before I even set foot into the place.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Auggie told him, clearly taking it all in, gaze wandering over everything.
“I will take you on a proper tour,” he promised, “But first I really do want to show you my paintings. I haven’t been this inspired in ages, maybe ever.”
Auggie’s cheeks heated. “You’re a successful artist—I find that hard to believe.”
“No, it’s true. These are also the most personal I’ve ever painted.” And he had to admit to feeling vulnerable about them. Oh, he didn’t care if the general public or his usual patrons liked them or not, but these were inspired by Auggie himself and Auggie’s reaction to them would mean a hell of a lot, good or bad. So he was surprisingly nervous about it.
“Now you’re making me nervous again.” Auggie slipped a hand back into his and squeezed tight.
He led Auggie through the kitchen into the back room that was nothing but windows, both walls and ceilings.
“Holy crap, it’s just windows!”
“It is. You should see the light in the daytime.” Right now, though, despite the moon shining brightly outside, it was a little hard to see anything, so he went back and turned on the switch in the kitchen that lit up the floor lamps in the studio.
The two newest paintings were on easels, the rest of the recent ones were scattered around the room against the windows, against the table and the two chairs the room boasted. They were all bright, abstract, and to him, told the story of his feelings for Auggie. Several were abstracts of Auggie himself, but most were of the emotions Auggie drew out of him. The latest one he’d been working on, but not quite finished yet, spoke of hope and potential.
Auggie gasped, looking around slowly. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but he didn’t say anything.
“What do you think?” Thor finally asked.
“These are really because of me?” Auggie asked, turning to look at him. Auggie’s eyes were liquid with tears that hadn’t spilled yet.
“You were my inspiration. What’s wrong?” The paintings were full of yearning and hope and lust and love and the joy of finding a boy of his own. They were definitely not supposed to make Auggie cry.
“They’re the most beautiful paintings I’ve ever seen.” The tears spilled over, running down Auggie’s face.
Thor moved to Auggie’s side to wipe the tears away. “So these are happy tears?”
“Happy, touched, overwhelmed. This is really what you paint when you think of me?”
“My painting is one of the few places where I am one hundred percent open and honest. I can’t paint anything but my true self.”
Auggie threw his arms around Thor and clung to him. Thor wrapped him up in a tight hug, rocked Auggie, petted him. “It’s okay. Shh. It’s okay.”
“Thank you for showing me,” Auggie said, wiping his eyes. “No one’s ever seen me like this.”
“That’s okay with me. I don’t want to share you.” He bent and brought their lips back together.
Auggie continued to cling to him, with hands and lips, and he deepened the kisses, the electricity from earlier still there, sparking between them in the most exciting way.
He took a couple of steps backward, nearly stumbling when he found the chair he’d been aiming for. He managed to get them angled correctly, though, and sat in the chair instead of falling next to it, bringing Auggie down with him.
Auggie straddled his legs, and he let his hands drop to Auggie’s waist so he could pull them together. Moaning for him, Auggie slid his tongue along Thor’s. He sucked on it, and Auggie’s hips followed his lead, rocking into him with each suck on Auggie’s tongue.
Sweet noises filled the air as Auggie whimpered and moaned for him, pliable in his hands.
“Open our slacks,” he murmured against Auggie’s lips before diving in for more kisses, devouring Auggie’s mouth and riding the zinging sensations that flowed from their lips and through his body.
Auggie’s touch fumbled against him, but his boy didn’t hesitate, working their buttons open, their zippers down.
“Now fish us both out,” he ordered.
Whimpering, shivering, Auggie obeyed, pulling Thor’s cock out first. The slender fingers were warm and gentle, wrapping around him, feeling him up quite thoroughly.
