Page 33 of One More Yule Log
“Yeah. Wow.” Ben sat beside him. “This is amazing. Seriously. I’m glad you’re here.”
“I am too. The fire is nice. Hungry?” He peeled the cover on his food.
“Starving.” Ben knocked their shoulders together, which made him chuckle.
“Here, let me open your box.” He got another lid off, the scent of marinara and alfredo so yummy.
They started eating, hungry at first, and then as they slowed, they started feeding each other bites. Gray couldn’t stop grinning, licking Ben’s fingers. Ben leaned in every so often, stealing one kiss after another.
They finally set the rest of their meal aside and leaned into each other, kissing for real. It felt slow and warm and not near so urgent, but wonderful. Between the wine and the fire, he was buzzing, and Ben’s touch only made it better.
Good thing he could stay the night this time. Just the idea made him breathless.
“Best supper ever, honey.” Ben kissed him with sweet, wine-flavored lips.
“That was so—mmm.” He lost his train of thought when Ben touched his chest, palm flat over his nipple.
“Mmhmm…” Ben slid that hand over, thumb rubbing his nipple, making it draw up.
“What was I saying?” He kinda wanted to make like a cat and knead things.
“That this feels so good.”
“It does. It really does. I want to feed you cannoli someday.” To watch Ben eat that ricotta cream…
“I’m in. I bet I can make you wiggle.”
“You think so?” He winked broadly. “I know you can. I just… Damn.”
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re…I’m real glad you’re here, honey.”
“I am too. So glad.” He had to take another kiss, just to show it.
Ben slowly moved, sliding onto his lap for another kiss, and another, and another. This was languid. Deep. Hot as his damn ovens at work.
“You taste good, honey. Spicy.” Ben rubbed against him like they were dancing.
“Mmm. So do you. And kinda alfredo-y. Is that weird?” It didn’t feel strange at all.
“Not weird at all. We go together, right?”
“We are. I just feel like I’ve known you forever.” Hell, you didn’t mix pasta sauces until at least the two-month mark.
Still, it didn’t matter what it was—Christmas magic, exhaustion, or just sheer dumb luck—it was working for him. Ben was working for him in every way.
Especially that way. His eyes crossed when Ben touched the tip of his cock.
“Mmm…I want to feel this. Inside me.” Ben blushed dark, but the words were husky, not embarrassed.
“Yeah? Like in a bed? With condoms?” There were the rubbers again. He might be as little obsessed.
“Like in a bed. With lube and rubbers. Please.”
“Come on.” He stood, grabbing containers and such to clean up. Just in case Liv did decide to come home early, he wanted to make sure all was normal.
Together, they got things put away, and then Ben led them upstairs to the huge, gorgeous bedroom. Oh god, this room was decadent. The plate-glass window at the end looked out into a meadow, trees lining either side, a creek winding through the middle. The room itself was deceptively simple. Like a sanctuary, with a huge four-poster, deep cushy bedcovers, and muted lighting.
He loved the soft and hard look, the way the thick rug took over the wood floor and ate the sound of their footsteps.
