Page 71 of Must Love Christmas

A minute later, as he carefully took Simon inside, Garen whispered, “Remember this moment, love. It’s our one and only first time.”

“I’ll never forget it.” Simon threaded his fingers through Garen’s hair and pulled him down into a long, hot kiss that melted Garen to his core. He opened up below, allowing Simon deeper and deeper with each breath, until at last they were fully joined.

Then Garen dug his fingers into the firm, fluffy, excellent pillow and began to move.

“Yes…” Simon let his hands fall to Garen’s thighs, where they latched on tight. “Ah fuck, yes.”

Garen arched his back and rocked his hips, driving Simon inside again and again and again. He had no idea where he was finding the strength after the day he’d had, but he couldn’t stop. Any hint of fatigue was quickly swallowed by the need for more of this delicious fullness that was setting his whole body alight.

Through his own rapturous haze, he watched Simon’s face and listened to his voice, searching for clues as to what pleased him most. This may have been their first time, but he sensed—he hoped with all his heart and every other body part—that it was far from their last.

When Garen slowed to a stop to catch his breath, Simon asked, “Sound, lad?”

“Aye, I’m…fucking glorious.” Garen swallowed hard and tucked his hair behind his ears to keep from inhaling it. “You?”

“Same.” Simon gazed up at him. “Part of me is kicking myself for not letting this happen when we first met, but I think it’s better now we...” His voice trailed off, and he looked a bit stricken, like he’d said too much.

“Now we actually feel something for each other?”

Simon nodded, his face going smooth with what looked like relief.

“I’m pure crap at a lot of things.” Garen slowly arced his hips in a figure-of-eight, provoking a dreamy smile from Simon and an even dreamier sensation within himself. “Hiding my feelings is top of that list.”

“I’m so glad.” Simon grasped Garen’s face with one hand and kissed him. In a moment, the other hand drifted down over Garen’s back, finally cupping his arse with long, strong fingers.

Garen began to move faster, suddenly needing more.

“Wait.” Simon grasped Garen’s hip to bring him to a stop. “Let me take over.”

“Are you sure you can—”

“I’m sure.” Simon shifted beneath him, bending his knees to place his feet flat on the mattress. “Do you trust me?”

Garen could only nod. He adjusted his position, sliding one hand beneath Simon’s shoulder to support his own weight and using the other to grip his cock. “Do it, Simon,” he whispered. “Fuck me till we come.”

Simon began almost tentatively, but once he found the angle that made Garen quiver and moan, he worked up to a steady cadence. Garen matched it with his hand, stroking in double time. Under their duet of rising cries he could hear the staccato rattle of Simon’s race medal against the bedpost.

Simon kept going, urging Garen’s pleasure relentlessly higher, until he felt he could disintegrate at any moment into a thousand sparks of light and heat. Garen heard his own voice pitching up with each pleadingYes, and then his tongue was tangling around Simon’s name as he soared, at last, over the edge.

With a deep groan and a final, shuddering thrust, Simon throbbed inside him. His eyes flew open to meet Garen’s, and the moment of searing connection stole what was left of the distance between them.

Garen collapsed onto Simon’s chest and just lay there for a long moment, feeling their breaths synchronize as they slowed. Then he slid off to lie against Simon’s side, skin-to-skin and speechless.

Simon passed a hand over his own forehead, which held a faint sheen of sweat. Garen resisted the impulse to ask if he was all right. From this vantage point, he seemed well and truly…well.

“I’m sound.” Simon arched a brow as he side-eyed him. “I know you’re wondering.”

“Oh, just ‘sound’?” Garen managed to quip with his still-elusive breath. “Is that all?”

Simon curled both arms around Garen and pulled him even closer. “I’m outstanding.”

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13 Days UntilChristmas

It was still dark outside when Simon woke the next morning, his body heavy with sleep. Before fully opening his eyes, he replayed the last twenty-four hours in his head, beginning with the Santa Dash and ending with Garen’s body above him—first moving in a sure and steady rhythm, then jerking and spasming as he dissolved into orgasm.

They’d fallen asleep afterward, then risen to shower and eat, finally tumbling back into bed for a session of drowsy kissing, their bodies too tired to do more and too satisfied toneedmore.

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