Page 3 of The Winging It Holiday Special

Gabe’s voice was warm and fond when he said, “You got big plans for this evening?”

Instead of answering, Dante reached for his own mug and slid his foot up the inside of Gabe’s thigh. “Depends how you define ‘big.’”

“Funny,” Gabe said, but Dante caught the slight hitch in his voice. Relaxation, fondness, arousal… and no trace of the defeat he’d gotten into the tub with.

Mission accomplished.

“Eat your dinner and I’ll blow you.”

Gabe obediently reached for his plate. “And they say romance is dead.”

Dante took a deep sip of his own hot chocolate—yeah, it was probably better to drink that quickly so he didn’t have to taste it—and started on his own dinner, inching his toes a little higher. Gabe shot him a look and slouched in his seat to give Dante better access, but didn’t otherwise react.

This would be fun.

By the time Gabe set his plate down, his pupils were dilated and his erection was tucked snugly against Dante’s foot. He raised a challenging eyebrow—or he tried, but the flush of his cheeks and his lust-slack mouth perverted the effect. Not so imperious.

Dante finished his hot chocolate and swiped his thumb over his lower lip, intentionally suggestive.

Gabe tracked the movement with his eyes.

Smoothly, Dante crossed the tub until he was straddling Gabe’s lap, their erections brushing against each other. Gabe brought his hands up to Dante’s ass and tilted back in the seat, making room. “Gonna be kinda hard to suck my dick from there.”

God, Dante loved this smartass. “Yeah, well, I don’t have gills either. Kiss me first.”

Gabe obliged with a slick, slow, thorough kiss that made Dante’s toes curl in the water and his nipples go hard in the night air. Dante might be the one in his lap—this might’ve been his idea, everything proceeding according to his plan—but that didn’t mean he was in charge.

Being in charge wasn’t really his thing anyway. There was a reason he’d avoided letting the Dekes pin a letter on his chest.

For several languid minutes, it was just the heat and damp—the water, the kiss, Gabe’s mouth and hands and body on his.

Then Gabe hoisted himself onto the edge of the tub. Never let it be said Dante couldn’t take a hint, especially when his husband was pulling him toward his dick by the hair.

Dante had always liked sucking cock—something about it felt slutty in the fun dirty way. He liked the way it felt to have Gabe inside him like this—

“Fuck, Dante, I love your mouth.”

—and the way Gabe talked to him while he did it. Dante made a low noise of encouragement and pushed Gabe’s thighs farther apart so he could tease his thumbs over his sac.

The first time they’d done this in the hot tub, Gabe required coaxing, concerned about the wastefulness of replacing contaminated water. Dante had given him a haughty look and said, “What am I, an amateur? I’m not gonna spill.” And he’d kept his word on that ever since, unless you counted one very inebriated private New Year’s celebration with too much champagne and a lot of waterproof lube. And that was at least half Gabe’s fault. Anyway, as usual, Dante regretted nothing.

Dante wasn’t worried about a repeat of that tonight. He kept his mouth wet and sloppy and wrapped his hand just tight enough around the base, and when Gabe’s fingers spasmed in his hair, Dante closed his eyes and swallowed.

Gabe sagged back against the house, and Dante sat up and wiped his mouth.

“Inside?” Gabe suggested with a pointed glance at Dante’s hard cock.

He grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”

3. November

THINGS FINALLYpicked up and feltnormalagain around the beginning of November. Coach was still holding Gabe to under fifteen minutes a night—Dante knew he’d talked to the team doctors; either they agreed with her decision or the conversation was unrelated—but that hadn’t stopped him from hitting the score sheet.

He was still beingweird, though. He’d never been much of a computer guy, but suddenly he’d spend an hour or more at a time in the dusty upstairs office. Dante wasn’t dumb enough to think Gabe was having some kind of internet affair, but then what was he doing? Trading Bitcoin? Self-destructive self-googling? Posting gifs of their cat?

Mario was pretty giffable. Dante couldn’t discount it completely.

Whatever Gabe was doing, long experience had taught Dante he’d talk about it when he was ready and not before. In the meantime Dante had a new crop of impressionable rookies to corrupt and an incipient potential minor crisis.

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