Of Love (13 page)

“Mmm. Love your touch, sweet.” It turned him on, made him happy. Not that Dex wasn’t already both those things, but Kent was improving upon them.

“Me too.” Kent nuzzled into the back of his neck, lips so soft.

Leaning his head forward, he gave Kent more skin to work with, a happy sigh coming out of him.

“Merry Christmas, Dex.” That exploring hand wrapped around his cock, holding him in a loose, warm grip.

Moaning softly, he caught his breath before replying. “Merry Christmas to you, Kent. I’m so glad to be here with you for it.”

“Mm-hmm. It’s been a perfect morning so far.”

That made him giggle. They’d been up for what? Three minutes? “It has.” He moved, hips pushing forward into Kent’s hand.

“Uh-huh.” Kent began to stroke up and down, the rhythm slow.

Dex rocked his hips back as well, making sure to slide his ass along Kent’s cock. And that was a satisfied groan if he’d ever heard one.

“Best Christmas present in the world, right here,” Kent told him.

“Uh-huh.”

Kent nudged his balls, playing with him. Groaning, he hooked his heel back around Kent’s calf, opening himself up as best he could.

“Mmm. Love how you want in the mornings,” Kent murmured.

“Love having you here to give me what I need.”

He felt Kent nod against his back, lips soft, warm. It was the touch of Kent’s lips that had him moaning and rocking back faster.

Kent chuckled. “You liked that.” Kent did it again.

Dex’s gasp was his answer, his cock getting even harder in Kent’s hand.

Hot, lazy kisses moved up and down his spine, leaving hot wet spots that cooled quickly. He moaned and shivered, the contrasting sensations leaving him so open to every new sensation. Kent moved south, the kisses sliding down his spine.

“Oh God, sweet. Blowing my mind.”

“Good.” Kent licked the small of his back, the touches blisteringly hot.

His entire body jerked with the touches of Kent’s tongue.

“Love you.” Kent’s words were so soft.

“Yes! Please, sweet. Love you too. Don’t stop.”

“Won’t. Promise.” That sweet tongue slid to the top of his crack.

This whimpering sound came out of Dex, and he tried to open himself wider. God, Kent made him ache, made him fly.

“More,” he begged. “God. Love.”

“Mm-hmm.” Kent hummed softly, deep in his chest.

That sent vibrations along his skin, and Dex shivered, whimpered softly. Kent eased his leg to bend, pushing gently as he kept licking. He would move however Kent wanted him to, his whole body feeling like one giant pleasure nerve.

He buzzed, burning, and when Kent’s fingers spread his cheeks, he thought he’d die. His fingers curled in the sheets, his whole body going tight with anticipation. The first touch of Kent’s tongue was like electricity shooting through him.

“Kent!” Dex all but screamed his lover’s name. No one had ever done this for him. Ever.

“Easy. I got you.”

“Never…. Jesus.” It was so fucking good.

“You want me to keep going?” Kent asked.

“God yes!”
Just don’t stop.

Kent laughed, then started licking again, tongue moving over his hole. This sound began to build deep inside him, slowly working its way out of him. The caresses came faster, the heat building in waves. Dex moaned and whimpered constantly, pushing his ass back toward Kent’s mouth. Kent’s tongue fucked him, pushing into his body, spreading his hole.

“Yes. Goddamn, you can do this every day, sweet.” Dex was sure it would never grow old.

One of Kent’s hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him.

“Fuck, gonna.” Like really soon. Kent was dragging him to the finish line.

Kent rolled the tip of his cock on his palm, making him gasp. Dex grasped at the sheets, holding them in a death grip. Kent’s face pushed against him, tongue working him hard.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Dex shouted it out as he came, his hips jerking, pushing his ass back onto Kent’s tongue.

Kent kept licking, kept teasing and making the pleasure rain through him. Dex shivered and shuddered—it was maybe the best orgasm of his life. Kent rested against the small of his back, forehead damp on his skin.

“Oh God. Fuck. Merry Christmas to me.”

“Uh-huh.” Kent nodded against his skin. “
Feliz Navidad
.”

“Damn. Soon as I am no longer a total limp noodle, I’ll take care of you.” Dex was pretty damn melted into the mattress at the moment and wasn’t sure he could even move.

“I’m cool with that.” Kent hummed softly, eyelashes tickling him.

“Oh good.” He grabbed Kent’s hand and hugged it to him. “Love you, yeah?”

“I love you too.”

“Oh good. Then my Christmas is complete.”

Kent slid up, kissed him between his shoulder blades, and settled.

“I brought champagne and orange juice so we could have mimosas.” He’d heard it was a tradition.

“Mmm. Decadent.”

“Yeah. We deserve it.”

“We totally do.”

“This Christmas has been really special for me, Kent. And it’s all down to you.”

Kent grabbed his fingers and squeezed. He squeezed back, this moment just about as perfect as could be.

“Merry Christmas, honey,” Kent said.

“Merry Christmas. Love you.”

So much.

THEY SHARED
appetizers and mimosas for Christmas brunch, feeding each other bites, laughing together. It was the best holiday Kent could remember. They were sitting on the floor now, Dex’s head in his lap, his lover smiling up at him.

He stroked his lover’s forehead, the bridge of his nose. Chuckling, Dex licked his finger.

“Quick little tongue,” he teased.

“You should see what else it does.” Dex waggled his eyebrows.

“I have, gorgeous.” Of course, he’d showed Dex a couple of things this morning.

Laughing, Dex slipped an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Still smiling up at him, Dex asked, “You want your gift?”

“Uh-huh.” He wanted Dex to just keep grinning at him.

“Good. I hope you like it.” Dex wasn’t reaching for it, instead smiling up at him.

“I will.” He had no doubt.

“You’d better.” Dex laughed, winked at him.

“Flirt. I could do this for weeks.”

“Months,” Dex suggested.

“Forever.” But that wasn’t going to happen.

“Yeah.” Dex pulled him down slowly, bringing their mouths together, lips soft on his.

He settled down along Dex’s side, humming deep in his chest. God, this was perfect.

“This isn’t getting you your present,” Dex noted, rubbing against him.

“I thought you were my present?” Kent would be happy with just Dex, he truly would be.

“I got you something too, though.”

“Yeah?” Kent let his hand slide down the curve of Dex’s hip, petting.

“Yeah. I think… I hope you’re going to love it.” Dex pushed into his touch. “It’s a good thing we’ve got sweats on, or I’d be jumping your bones before you could unwrap it.”

Oh, they could have sex during the Rudolph cartoon. Or Frosty. The Grinch was the only one he paid attention to.

Dex stretched his arm up, reaching for a large, rectangular, mostly flat gift under the tree, his T-shirt riding up out of his sweats and exposing his belly. Oh, pretty. Kent reached out, fingers playing on the fuzzy skin.

“Mmm.” Dex snagged the gift, but stayed stretched out, letting him touch.

“Pretty, pretty.” Man, Dex wrapped nicely. Kent was a chunk in a bag sort of guy.

“I wanted it to be special for you.” Dex shifted to curl around him from behind.

“It is. Can I open it?”

“That’s why I gave it to you, doofus.”

Kent chuckled and handed Dex his box, the new running shoes something he knew Dex would want.

“All right!” Dex tore into the bag and pulled out the box. “Oh man. These are awesome! They’ve got the extra comfort sole—I’ve been wanting to try them.”

Kent nodded, but he was focused on unwrapping his present. The frame held a blown-up photo of his babies’ ultrasound. Oh. Oh God.

“I e-mailed myself the picture the other day when you were sleeping. Is it okay?” Dex looked nervous.

“Oh, love. It’s perfect. It’s….” His eyes filled with tears. “Thank you.”

“Good tears?” Dex asked, fingers sliding on his cheeks to brush them away.

“Yes. Yes, it’s the babies.”

“Yeah. I thought you’d like to hang it over your mantel.”

It meant so much that Dex would do this for him.

“Now we get to thank each other properly.” Dex waggled his eyebrows.

“Oooh.” Kent touched the frame again, and he couldn’t stop smiling.

“You want to hang that first?” Dex asked.

“No. No, I was just admiring.”

“You sure?” Dex touched his fingers, stroking them before sliding a hand up along his arm.

“I am. Thank you, honey, so much. It means so much.”

“I thought it would. I wanted to give you something special for our first Christmas together. I mean, you’ve made the whole holiday special to me in a way it’s never been.”

Kent hugged Dex hard, so in love he couldn’t breathe.

The hugging turned into kissing, their mouths and bodies clinging. He felt like he was wrapped in love.

They pulled and tugged, getting their clothing off, and Dex pressed him down into the floor. All this furniture, beds, and they loved doing it on the floor. He raised his knees to cradle Dex, who rocked and rolled against him. Kiss after kiss opened his lips. Lord, he wanted this, wanted to have this man in his life, in his bed. On his floor.

Dex’s hands found his, their fingers twisting together. Kent held on, squeezing tight. They rocked together, cocks sliding along their bellies, bumping into hips and each other.

“I love you. Did I say that already?” Kent asked.

“Oh, you can say it as many times as you want.”

“Good.” He might say it a lot.

“Uh-huh. It is.” Dex brought their joined hands to Kent’s nipples, and flicked his thumbs against them.

“Harder.” Kent loved the way Dex touched him.

Dex pressed Kent’s own knuckles against his nipples.

“Uhn.” Kent rolled up, rocking into the touches.

“Feels good, huh?” Dex rubbed harder.

“Uh-huh. I like feeling.” Okay, that was a stupid thing to say.

Dex laughed softly, eyes twinkling. “I have you all incoherent.”

Dragging his right hand down, Dex wrapped their still twined fingers around both their cocks, pulling them together. Kent nodded. He felt amazing—loved and sensual and supported.

Dex set the rhythm, moving slowly and building the need in his balls by increments. He stole kisses that moved from lazy to desperate, and he could feel his orgasm coming, faster and faster the longer they stroked and kissed.

It wasn’t going to be long now. He tried to warn Dex, but the orgasm pushed from him, making him cry out.

“Oh God, yes!” Dex jerked, more spunk splashing between them.

They rested together, sticky and sweaty and sated.

“Best. Christmas. Ever.” Dex punctuated each word with a quick kiss.

“God, yes. Our first Christmas together.”

“Yeah. Never thought I’d care about the holiday all that much.” Dex’s kisses moved to his collarbone.

Next year there would be babies. Three babies. Maybe there’d be Dex too.

Kent could dream and hope and wish. It was Christmas after all.

DEX HAD
just wrapped up an app and delivered it to Tech for Life. It had been an intense week, trying to get his app finished up and also training hard for his upcoming races. He and Kent just hadn’t been able to connect during the last six days, and he hated that, hated it deep in his heart and soul.

Kent had called a couple of hours ago, though, totally excited and wanting to see him. Grinning wide as he went into Kent’s building, Dex was sure everyone could tell he was entirely besotted and about to be with the man of his dreams. He was still grinning when he took the elevator up, knocking smartly on Kent’s door.

“Hey, lover!” Kent kissed him, just happy and lit up. “I got to see the babies today!”

Kent’s joy was irresistible, and Dex wasn’t so freaked out by the idea of the babies anymore. Nothing that made Kent so happy could be bad. And he’d liked Kent’s adorable little nieces.

“Yeah? Very cool. Are they bigger peanuts now?” He wasn’t trying to be mean; they just didn’t actually look like babies.

“Come see!” Kent pulled him in, drew him to the lit-up office. “Two boys and a girl, can you believe it?”

Dex looked, and the screen was filled with… faces. They had faces.

“Oh my God, they’re real babies.” Dex reached out, tracing their little faces with one finger. He’d never seen anything like it. “That’s incredible.” Could these really be the same little peanuts that were in the blown-up picture over the mantel?

“This is boy one, and this is boy two. And this? This is our wee girl.”

Our? Was that what Kent wanted? They hadn’t really talked about it at all aside from him trying to be positive and happy for Kent. Which he totally was—Kent’s anticipation was honestly infectious. And God, just look at them. They were little people now, not little blips.

“You have names yet?” Dex asked.

“No. No, I want to… I want to wait. Meet them. I mean, I have ideas.”

He liked that—waiting to meet the kids before naming them. It was a… romantic notion that suited Kent.

“It almost feels like you have met them, doesn’t it?” He touched their little faces on the screen again. They were beginning to feel more real.

“Almost. They’re beautiful already. Three more months. I need to start getting ready.”

“You do.” Three babies. Three. There was no way this place was big enough. Dex looked around critically. “You need a bigger home.”

“You think? My mom thinks I should get something less urban. A house with a yard.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dex did; Kent’s mom had all sorts of opinions about Kent’s babies.

“What do you think? I mean, I’ve never been a dad before,” Kent said.

“Me neither. You don’t want to live in the country, though. You’re a city boy through and through.” Dex thought Kent would hate living in the country. He grabbed his phone and looked up houses for sale with yards. “The houses down at the river have yards but are still in the center of the city.”