Page 34 of One More Yule Log
“This is amazing.”
“Thank you. I’ve changed everything about it, made it mine. I’m happy here.”
He had to admit, that relieved his mind a little. Gray didn’t love the idea of sleeping in the same bed Ben had shared with his husband. “It’s glorious. I think maybe I won’t invite you to see my room. It looks like a dorm next to this.”
“Ah I just wanted a sanctuary—somewhere I could spend a lifetime, you know.”
“I can see that. My place still feels… temporary.” He held out his hand to Ben. “Can I see the bathroom?”
“You mean my pride and joy?” Ben’s eyes lit up. “Come on.”
Ben led him into a spa—open shower, huge garden tub, towel warmer, sauna—and the whole thing was made up of blues and grays and deep purples. Stunning.
“Oh, wow. We need to come soak after.” He wanted to just wash up a little so they could start fresh. Gray grabbed a washcloth, running some warm water so he could wipe them down. Ben watched him, those blue eyes bright and getting hotter every moment.
He hummed, really loving how Ben’s cock firmed when he washed it. Yum.
“You’re…God, man. I want you. Again.” He loved how gravelly Ben’s voice got. More than that, he loved that he knew why.
“I feel the same way. Like my belly hurts with it a little.” His cock was on the rise, as well, his nipples beading up. “Bed, huh? I want to be able to explore at will. Reclining.”
“Absolutely. Come on. Let me introduce you to my bed, shall I?”
“Yes.” Was it like a cloud, or was it firm? He liked a mix of both, with a firm mattress and a poufy topper. Gray liked to be spoiled.
Ben had the rubbers and the lube out on the bedside table, and when Gray saw them, he grinned.
“I know. I was being optimistic, but I had high hopes.” Ben spread his hands. “You do that to me. Make me hope.”
“Me too. I like it.” Excitement spiraled up from his balls and along his spine. This was the most… maybe adult? mature? hookup he’d ever had. It was also the hottest.
“Come to bed?” Ben dropped the robe, showing off his lean, muscled body, the sweet hard cock, that surprising ink.
“Definitely.” He let Ben tug him to the bed. Damn. Firm with a pillow top.
He might be in love.
Ben pulled him close, surrounding them in a huge, soft down comforter. It was like the warmest safest place he could think of. Hell, there was even another gas fireplace up here.
“How do you ever leave home?”
“They make me.”
That single sentence spoke volumes. Ben hated having to go to that job. It sucked. Gray would have to kiss it better. Ben seemed totally into that idea, too, pushing right into his arms like he belonged there.
The kiss went deep this time, tongues tangling until Gray’s lips burned. He already felt a little bruised, and it was delicious.
Ben’s hands moved over him like a madman’s, the touch exploring him, inch by inch, leaving him breathless. Gray rocked into the contact, making his own forays down Ben’s back, over his hips.
“You feel good. Do you taste good too?” One finger swiped over the slit of his cock, the touch shocking and so fucking hot.
“I hope so.” He had no idea. Gray’s hips bucked a little, and he watched to see what Ben would do next, utterly caught in those eyes.
Ben brought one finger up to his lips, sucking it clean. Fuck.
His heartbeat leaped, his cock surging some. “God. Can I taste you too?” He reached down to gather up the drops at the tip of Ben’s dick.
“You…You can do anything you want, honey.” Oh, those were good words.
