Page 78 of Must Love Christmas

“Touching yourself, I hope. Else I’m on my own on this lovely journey.”

“I am touching myself. Remember, you left the lube here. I’ve got it all over me fingers, and you know where they are?”

Whoa.“I’ve an idea,” Garen said hoarsely.

“They’re inside me.” Simon let out a moan. “That’s where I want you.”

Garen froze for an instant—but only an instant. He dropped his phone, threw back the covers, and staggered halfway down the hall. “Shit.” He doubled back to grab a condom before finally completing the journey to Simon’s open door.

Sure enough, Simon lay on his back, knees up and parted, as advertised.

“Wow…” Garen stepped to the foot of the bed to get a better view. The faerie lights glinted off Simon’s naked body, and in his eyes as they fixed upon Garen.

“Take off your clothes.” Simon pumped his hand, his chest heaving. “I’m ready for you.”

Garen stripped quickly, stumbling a bit as he pulled his feet out of his flannel trousers. Then he climbed onto the bed between Simon’s splayed thighs.

Unable to resist, he bent over and took Simon’s cock in his mouth. He felt Simon’s legs encircle his waist, felt how they trembled each time he took him deep.

Wait—should his legs be trembling that much? Is he okay? Is this more than he can handle just now?

Simon moaned, and Garen couldn’t help hearing this morning’s cries of pain.

I broke him.

Feeling his own erection fading, Garen pulled back and tried to stroke himself to full hardness. He gazed at this beautiful man in front of him here in the present, trying to imagine him in the very near future, clutching Garen close as their bodies moved together.

But all he could see was the past, and Simon crumpled on the floor.

Finally Garen sat back in defeat. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I literally can’t.” He displayed the sad remnants of his hard-on. “Sorry.”

“Are you not into topping?”

“I am into it, just not…” He hoped the truth wouldn’t hurt Simon’s pride. “I guess I’m afraid of hurting you?”

“Look, nothing from here to here”—Simon gestured from his pelvis to his head—“was ever affected. Just my arms and legs.”

“I know, but—”

“But what? You think I’m fragile?”

“Youarefragile,” Garen said. “That’s why I think it.”

“What happened this morning was—”

“A setback, I know. You said we need to learn from them. I’ve learnt we need to be more careful.”

“‘Careful’? That doesn’t sound like the Garen I know. Also, that’s not what I learnt from this morning.” Simon ran his hands over his own lean torso. “I learnt that feeling good doesn’t last, so I need to grab hold of it while I can.”

“And that doesn’t sound like the Simon I know.” Garen bent over and kissed him softly, making sure to keep his weight off Simon’s body. “We don’t have to be careful forever, just a wee while, okay?” He slid his palm over the smooth planes of Simon’s chest. “Neither of us is going anywhere, so we’ve got time to do everything, again and again, until we achieve legendary status amongst all the world’s sex-havers.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. And don’t worry, I’ll not let all your readiness go to waste.” He sat back and spread Simon’s legs, then his cheeks. The room was too dim for him to find his way by sight, but his fingers soon found the slick space of Simon’s arse. He slid one inside, discovering him warm and supple. “You weren’t kidding about being ready.”

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