“You’re perfect.” Daniel’s voice had gone husky. “I mean. It’s the first dick I’ve ever touched that isn’t mine, and I don’t have any complaints. Do you?”
Micah gave a short laugh that turned into a groan as Daniel started moving his hand faster. He wasn’t quite on edge but watching Daniel stroking him was getting him there quick. He lifted his hips, fucking into Daniel’s hand, and his cock grew slick with precome as he heard Daniel moan, like watching Micah react to a hand job was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“I want to try it,” Daniel said, as he started to become more confident. He glanced up at Micah. “Can I? Use my mouth on you?”
Micah inhaled and his stomach went tight, fingers grabbing at the bedding beneath him. “Yeah, of course. Just, be careful with the teeth and uh. Don’t choke yourself.” As much as he might find the idea of Daniel choking on his dick hot if they were talking about porn, in real life, he wanted Daniel to like this.
“Okay,” Daniel said, and Micah swore he looked the same in close-ups before games, when he stood on the ice waiting for the puck to drop. He leaned in, very slowly, and mouthed over the head of Micah’s cock.
Pleasure sparked up his spine and made Micah gasp. “That’s—mm, that’s a good start.” He reached down to get his hand in Daniel’s hair as Daniel grew bolder, sliding his mouth down to take in more.
He backed off pretty quickly, but it didn’t take long for him to start again—tilting his head differently and changing the position of his hands on Micah’s thighs. He looked so determined that Micah—despite of course enjoying it—heard himself give a sharp bark of laughter.
Daniel raised his head and mock-glared at him. “Thanks, Coach. You got some criticism or what?”
“Relax,” Micah chided, stroking Daniel’s hair. “Having your mouth on me is amazing. It’s not really a hockey game, you know. Do what you want, I’m gonna like it.”
Daniel gave a sheepish sort of smile. “I like to do things well. Too many years of taking directions, I guess.”
Heat washed over Micah at that. “Okay. Then just—use your mouth on the head, yeah, like that.” He widened his legs, shifting on the bed as he shuddered from pleasure. “You—use your tongue a lot, that’s—mm, yeah, fuck, Daniel,” he panted, and put both hands in Daniel’s hair, hanging on tight.
Daniel rubbed one of his big hands up Micah’s stomach and chest, and he did seem to relax and stop trying to do things right and just do it. He licked and sucked the head of Micah’s cock, and his fingers gently went down to rub over Micah’s balls before sliding up to hold Micah’s erection steady.
Daniel seemed to be enjoying himself and he was looking up at Micah occasionally. It was a little messy but it was so good, it was Daniel, and even though Daniel stopped and started a few times it somehow just made it better. Micah loved the way Daniel used his tongue, the sounds he made like doing this was as satisfying as having his own cock sucked.
“I—gonna come, Daniel,” Micah moaned, because he couldn’t take the sweet pressure of Daniel’s mouth or the light, teasing flicks of his tongue anymore. “You can use your hand, do it—tight, kinda fast—”
Daniel did, and he said, “You look so good like that,” while he jerked Micah fast and tight. “I want to see you come.”
Hearing that was enough, and he came with a choked moan and with Daniel watching like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. Micah came all over Daniel’s hand and his own stomach, but he found himself staring hard at the happy little smile on Daniel’s face and couldn’t bring himself to care about the mess.
As he caught his breath, he realized they were staring at each other—Daniel looking happy and Micah still shuddering through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Daniel’s smile turned into a grin, then he did a fist bump and said, “Score!”
Micah laughed, but all he could think was, I’m going to fall so hard for him.
Chapter Fifteen
Being a father of two and the son of thrifty parents, it was rare for Daniel to spend money extravagantly. There were savings accounts to worry about. Investment portfolios, vet bills, car repairs, and college funds. Daniel just wasn’t, and had never been, the impulse purchase type. But this year, for Christmas, he said, “To hell with it,” and decided to splurge.
After an out-of-state move, his children deserved a bit of spoiling. And well, there was Micah, too. Daniel would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit to wanting to impress his new boyfriend a bit.
Luxury houseboats on Miami Bay certainly were impressive. Expensive also. Normally, Daniel would’ve balked at the price tag, but this time around, he’d handed over his credit card with only the slightest cringe.
Not that he thought Micah or the kids gave a crap about the money. Nate and Gretchen would be happy at his or Tabby’s house as long as there were presents from Santa and dogs to pet. But Daniel had worked his ass off for years to earn a high-paying contract. If he wanted to spoil the people he cared about sometimes, why not? Everything in moderation, right?
Once he’d seen the yacht, he couldn’t resist. Nearly five thousand square feet of modern, tastefully decorated living space surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows, an expandable terrace complete with firepit and comfy loungers, a grass potty pad for the dogs, and an adjustable swim platform, if anyone felt up to getting in the water. Plus, the entire setup appealed to Daniel’s green side. The yacht was powered entirely by solar energy and had a built-in rainwater collection and filtration system. Leaving the lowest possible carbon footprint was still important to Daniel, no matter how frivolous it might be to rent an absurdly expensive houseboat for two days in the first place.
Daniel, Tabby, and the kids spent most of the morning stringing up twinkle lights and putting ornaments on a tiny tabletop tree. It wouldn’t be Christmas without decorations, Tabby insisted. Even if both their houses were already draped in enough tinsel and garland to open a holiday store, they had to bring some of that cheer to the houseboat, too.
As always, Daniel was more than happy to go along with her ideas. He let himself be put to work, utilizing his height advantage to place sparkly fake snowflakes in the hard-to-reach spots while Gretchen and Nathaniel hung stockings on the mantel above the electric fireplace.
Micah was in the kitchen with Daniel’s mother, Linda, helping prepare a turkey along with all the trimmings and her famous gingerbread cookies. His father, Ron, snoozed on a couch in front of the television, surrounded by Daniel’s pack of dogs. The scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves spiced the air, familiar and comforting, and Daniel caught himself smiling constantly as he listened to Micah and his mom reminisce.