Page 70 of Down My Chimney

“For lube,” I told him, walking back into the living room.

“You want to use Crisco for lube?” He looked deeply skeptical. “We put that in cookies.”

“What, you don’t have a problem putting a croissant in your ass, but you draw the line at vegetable shortening?”

“I never actually put a croissant, or any kind of baked good, in my ass,” he objected. “You’re the one who tried that with a popsicle.”

“Well, then just be grateful this won’t make your sheets smell like cherries. For your information, Crisco has a long history of use in the gay community. It’s not a great mix with latex condoms, but since we don’t have to worry about that…” I grinned.

“Think I could get them to pay me for a sponsored post?” Blake asked.

“Worth a shot.” I bent down to grab my shirt and jeans off the floor. “Now let’s get this room cleaned up, so we can go downstairs and get dirty.”

Blake pouted when I wouldn’t let him carry me down the stairs, so after I dumped my clothes in my bedroom and closed the door, I turned and smiled at him.

“Hopefully, they’ll assume I just went to bed early.” I hefted the Crisco. “Now, did you want to come back over here and impress me with your big, hard muscles?”

“I’ll impress you with my big hardsomething, that’s for sure,” he said, stalking towards me.

I looked at his cock and licked my lips. “You already are.”

“If you think you’re impressed now, just you wait.” When he reached me, he bent down and scooped me up with his arms under my knees and shoulders.

I laughed and wrapped one arm around his neck, using the other one to cradle the Crisco. “What are you gonna do, carry me over the threshold to your room? Did we get married up there when I wasn’t paying attention?”

“You said you felt like a koala before,” Blake said, walking down the hall to his room. “I thought this would be an improvement.” He kicked the bedroom door open, then kicked it shut again once we were inside.

“Very impressive,” I said solemnly.

“I told you.” He tossed me onto his bed. “Now, where were we?” He pressed a kiss to my lips, then my jaw, then moved onto my neck.

“Mmm, I’ve missed wondering how to explain my mysterious hickeys,” I said with a laugh. “Good thing it’s scarf season.”

“Pretty sure your parents are going to know something’s up if you’re suddenly wearing a scarf indoors all the time.”

“Excuse you, I’m artsy, I can wear scarves whenever I feel like it.” I gasped as he nipped at my neck. “Anyway, the alternative is letting everyone see my hickey tomorrow and realize there’s only one person who could have given it to me.”

Blake sucked on my skin for a second, then pulled back to look me in the eyes. “Would that be so bad?”

“You mean…telling them? About us?”

“No, I meant telling them you got a hickey from Claire.” He snorted. “Of course I mean us.”

“I just don’t want to push you,” I said. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell them.”

“I don’t feel like I have to. I feel like Iwantto.”

I had no more complaints about hickeys after that.

It was amazing how well we still fit together, even after all this time apart. It was actually better, in some ways. Blake was so sweet, the way he seemed to want to kiss every inch of my skin. Like he was making up for lost time.

God, did I understand that.

My months without Blake were like months without rain. I’d tried to tell myself I’d get used to the drought, but I never did, and I was coming to life again under his touch. Everything felt new again.

“Fuck,” I moaned as he kissed my inner thighs, his fingers teasing my cock. It felt amazing, but it was clear he was in no hurry, that he would be happy to keep me waiting for hours. “Fuck, I need you inside me.”

He bit my hip gently. “Pushy.”

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