Page 5 of Celebrating the Season

Jesus, I wanted my mouth on him. I also craved his lips around my cock, but that was hardly something I was willing to do in public. People here knew me, and I was already drawing attention by having him sit on my lap for so long.

I leaned close to Boaz’s ear, my breath hot against his skin. “What do you say we find somewhere a little more…private?”

His eyes lit up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Oh, you wanna see how naughty I can be, don’t you? I’m down with that.”

Rising from my lap, Boaz’s lithe form moved with a fluid grace that had my pulse quickening. Thank god for the wide red pants I was wearing that now mercifully hid my sizable erection. I ripped off my gloves, stuffing them in my pockets. I placed my hand on the small of his back, guiding him toward the hallway near the restrooms. The simple touch sent sparks through my fingertips.

As we wove between tables, the din of the bar faded into background noise. All I could focus on was the heat of Boaz’s body beneath my palm and the electric anticipation building between us. My fingers brushed lower, tracing the curve of his spine.

“Trying to cop a feel already?” Boaz teased, glancing over his shoulder with a coy smile.

“Kinda hard not to when it’s right there.”

The moment we rounded the corner into the dimly lit hallway, I spun Boaz around and pressed him against the wall. His gasp of surprise quickly melted into a moan as I captured his lips in a searing kiss.

God, he tasted amazing, like sugar and sweets and desire. My hands roamed over his slender frame, feeling the heat of his skin through his clothes. Boaz’s fingers curled around my neck, tugging me closer as he deepened the kiss.

I nipped at his full bottom lip, reveling in the whimper it drew from him. My beard scraped against his smooth skin as I trailed kisses along his jaw to that sensitive spot below his ear.

“Fuck,” Boaz panted, arching into me.

The urgency and raw need pulsing between us was intoxicating. I pressed my thigh between his legs, feeling his hardness against me. A primal part of me wanted to take him right here. Consequences be damned. But the rest of me knew he deserved better than a quick fuck in a dingy restroom stall.

I pulled back, drinking in the sight of him—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, dark eyes hazy with lust. Christ, he was beautiful.

A sudden shuffling noise behind me snapped me out of my Boaz-induced haze. I whirled around, instinctively shielding Boaz with my body, only to find myself face-to-face with Barrett.

Oh shit.

Barrett’s eyes widened in surprise, darting between Boaz and me. For a moment, tension crackled in the air, and I braced myself for an angry outburst. But then, to my utter amazement, Barrett’s expression softened into an amused grin.

“Well, well,” he drawled, a hint of Texas in his voice. “Looks like you two are havin’ a good time.”

Boaz peeked out from behind me. “Dad! I, uh… We were…”

Barrett chuckled, holding up a hand. “No need to explain. Just remember what I always tell you: have fun, but be safe, all right?”

The knot in my chest loosened. I couldn’t help but admire Barrett’s easy acceptance. It was clear where Boaz got his open-minded nature from.

Barrett’s eyes met mine, assessing, and I gave him a nod as a silent promise that I’d be good to Boaz. After a moment, he nodded, seemingly satisfied with what he saw.

“C’mere, you,” he said, pulling Boaz into a quick hug. As they embraced, I heard him whisper, “I’m happy for you, kiddo. Just use protection, okay?”

“Dad!” Boaz groaned, his face flushing an adorable shade of red. “I’m twenty-nine, not fourteen.”

I couldn’t help but smile, touched by the obvious love between them. It reminded me of how accepting my parents had been when I’d come out.

As Barrett walked away, Boaz and I locked eyes. A spark of mischief danced in those deep brown orbs, mirroring the excitement coursing through my veins.

“Well, that was…interesting,” I chuckled, running a hand through my beard.

Boaz laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Oh my god, I can’t believe my dad caught us making out like teenagers!”

I pulled him closer, my hand resting on the small of his back. The heat of his body against mine sent a thrill through me. I wanted more than a quick hookup. I wanted to take my time with him. “You know, we could continue this somewhere more private. My place isn’t far from here.”

Boaz’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and eagerness flickering across his face. “Really? I mean, yes! Absolutely yes. Let’s go. Now. Right now.”

His enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Slow down there, tiger. You don’t even know my name.”

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