“You know when I teach you a new recipe, I arrange all the ingredients so that you can focus on the technique?”
“Yeah,” I say warily.
“Come on.” He climbs off my lap, then tugs on one of my hands. “Come in here for a second.”
I let him lead me into the kitchen. “You fry up the rest of the French toast, because it freezes well, for reheating later.” He hands me the spatula. “And come upstairs when you hear Adele.” He turns the music back on.
“Adele?” I repeat, a little confused.
“Yeah. It’s a ways down the playlist. Meanwhile, I’m going upstairs to prep for you. When Adele starts singing, then you come upstairs. You still don’t have to do a thing you don’t want to. But just consider it.”
Then he turns up the music and turns to leave. “Oh, and make a pot of coffee. For after.” Then he goes.
Kieran
I fry up the rest of the French toast, and do a few dishes. But I can barely concentrate.
Maybe Rod knew what this would do to me. Anticipation is a powerful drug. Even if I’m inexperienced, I’m still curious. And horny as fuck.
What’s he doing up there, anyway? He’s probably stroking himself, which is enough to make me crazy. But maybe he’s also got the lube out. His slicked-up fingers are probably thrusting lazily in and out—
I groan uncomfortably. My flannel pants are tented with arousal. I don’t think Adele is anywhere on this playlist. I’ve heard every other musical artist on three continents already, but Adele is behaving like Kyle right now—late, when I need her most.
Finally, she sings the first line of “Hello.” I throw down the dish towel and abandon Adele and the kitchen. I climb the stairs with a thumping heart, slowing my pace as I reach the top. It was only a couple of months ago when I dared Rod to meet me upstairs.
Is it crazy to wonder if his heart was pounding, too? I always assume that he’s more confident than I am about almost everything. But it was hard to miss the plea in his eyes when he said, I want to be that close to you.
So here I am right outside the room where I may or may not fuck a man for the first time. A man I’m totally falling for. No big deal.
I take a shaky breath and step through the doorway. And then I practically swallow my tongue. Rod lies on one hip, hair damp from a recent shower. His bare, golden skin flexes over rippling muscle as he fucks himself with a toy in one hand, his cock in the other.
Good. Lord. I’ve never seen anything so erotic. For a moment I stand like a dummy, the music from downstairs still vibrating through my chest.
He turns his head, watching me watch him. “I’ve always liked putting on a show for you. When you look at me like that? So hot, baby.”
Suddenly, I’m no longer content to watch. I stalk into the room, removing my shirt as I go.
“Yes,” Rod whispers, his eyes hooded. “Show me more.”
My skin flashes with heat as I drop my flannel pants. My gaze is fixated on his cock, so hard and flushed against his palm. I want it in my mouth. So I kick my clothes aside, brace one knee on the bed, and knock his hand away.
“Yes, fuck!” He curses when I swallow him down. His fingers weave into my hair and tug. I love it. I will never get tired of this. And after a few minutes sucking his cock, I’m all worked up and basically humping the bed.
“Kieran,” Roddy grunts. “I’m close. If you ever wanted to fuck me, now would be a good time.” He takes a deep, gasping breath. “Just saying.”
That sounds like a damn good idea all of a sudden. I release him with a pop and sit up, face flushed, cock painfully hard.
“Here,” Rod says, tossing me the lube. “If you want a condom, I can find one.”
I barely hear him. I’m too busy flipping open the tube and drizzling the liquid onto my unbearably hard dick. When I use my hand to spread it around, Rod licks his lips, his clear eyes fixed on the motion of my hand.
And now I realize that hesitating was stupid. I won’t fail at this because I’ve already won some kind of karmic lottery.
“Now,” he grunts, tossing the toy onto the floor, then rolling onto all fours, presenting me with his ass. It’s a vulnerable, trusting position, and I don’t plan to let him down.
Moving into place, I grasp his hips in my hands. And finally I fit the blunt head of my cock against his hole.
Roddy doesn’t want me to go slow. He rocks back, seeking me, his head dropped with expectation. I slide slowly inside the tight grip of his body.
“Fuck yes. Fuck yes,” he chants. “More.”
I can’t rush this, though. It’s too amazing. I watch my cock disappear into my boyfriend’s tight ass, until I bottom out, stunned by the full-body embrace of our joining, and barely able to breathe through my excitement.
“Baby, you feel amazing,” he whispers.
I need a deep, steadying breath before I can move. He feels so fucking good. I pull out slowly, the slickness of the lube making each motion into a sensuous slide. Then I push inside again, tugging his hips back, tightening our connection. Everything is wow. The pleasure is so intense that I can’t help picking up the pace.
“Yes. God. Harder. Don’t stop,” Roderick chatters as we move together. He puts his forearms down on the bed, changing the angle of our connection. “There. Ungh. God,” he tells the bed. “Fuck.” He turns his sweaty face to check mine. He must like what he sees, because he closes his eyes and smiles.
I’m such a sucker for that smile. “I need your mouth,” I grunt. “Right now.”
“Then push me down already,” he pants. “Take what you want.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I roll us onto our sides, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling his body flush against mine. All that contact makes my body flash hot. My questing mouth clumsily greets his, and we both groan as lips and tongues slide together in sync.
I can’t move as much in this position, but it’s probably just as well. I already feel like a Fourth of July firecracker with the fuse lit. So I palm Roddy’s cock and start stroking, while I slowly fuck him. We’re communicating only with breaths and tongues now, but I can tell he’s close. I’m past close, hanging on from sheer determination. I coast a hand down to give a gentle tug on his balls, while I pump my hips as hard as I dare. And finally it happens. Rod lets out a shout, and then all his muscles tense at once.
Even before I feel him shoot, I’m there—groaning and shuddering and gasping like a runner crossing the finish line.
At last, I sag onto the mattress, feeling rung out and victorious. “Fuck. I love Christmas.” I come dangerously close to adding, I love you, too. We don’t use those words. But I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
Roddy lies in my arms, breathing hard. “Thank you for trying my latest recipe. I hope we can make it again sometime.”
“Oh, this will be in heavy rotation on the menu.” I withdraw from him and ease off the bed. “Don’t move, okay?” I duck into the bathroom to get a damp cloth for him. And after a quick cleanup, I pull up the comforter when I come back to bed, wrapping an arm around him, because my cuddling game really has improved a ton.