Winter Rescue (I'll Be Home for Christmas) (8 page)

Winter Rescue • Dawn Kimberly Johnson

Curt leaned up, bracing his hands on Oscar’s thighs,

and kissed him, then stood, letting Oscar look his fill. The

curtains on the French doors were open, revealing a deck

and allowing the reflected sunlight from the snow outside to

light the room.

Oscar reached for Curt. “Come closer.” When he came

within reach, Oscar grabbed him by his waist and pulled

him in, pressing his face against Curt’s abdomen, brushing

kisses across his flesh and the dusting of blond hair there.

He took hold of Curt’s firm bottom, and his big hands

squeezed, almost painfully, as he nibbled at Curt’s bruised

hipbone. “You are so beautiful,” Oscar said, his voice aching,

his body quivering.

Concerned by the pain in Oscar’s tone, Curt stroked the

man’s thick black hair. “So are you, Oscar,” he whispered.

“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met,” Curt

continued, kneeling in front of Oscar again, making the man

look him in the eyes, “beautiful throughout, right to your

bones, baby.”

He kissed Oscar again, pushing him back on the bed,

making him recline, reaching into his pants, and finally

freeing his cock. Oscar gasped, lifting up off the bed to

maintain that contact. “Relax, baby,” Curt said. “Let me.”

Curt tugged at Oscar’s pants, sliding them to his ankles,

then taking hold of the man’s lovely cock again. He buried

his face in the jet-black curls at the base of it, breathing

Oscar in as his hand stroked up and down his velvety

hardness.

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“Uh… u-uh….
Oh!
” Oscar exclaimed as Curt’s warm,

wet mouth engulfed his crown. “Curt… C-Curt….”

Curt was good at this and hummed with delight at the

weight and flavor of Oscar on his tongue. He swirled his

tongue around the crown before drawing it rigidly, slowly

along the underside, from base to tip, almost giggling at

Oscar’s incoherent reaction. He gripped Oscar’s quivering

thighs to hold him in place as he deep-throated him,

ramping up the suction.

“Ah!” Oscar came, and, not caught completely off guard,

Curt swallowed it. It was his goal, after all, and he was adept

at reading the signs. As Oscar’s tremors subsided, Curt rose

up over him and watched his face for signs of coherence.

When Oscar’s eyes seemed to focus again, Curt said,

“Hey there, babe. How ya doin’?” He was rewarded with a

sated, lopsided grin. “Can’t talk yet?” Oscar shook his head

slowly, reaching out to stroke his fingers down Curt’s chest.

Curt took the opportunity to slide on top of him, hissing

as his own hardness made contact with Oscar’s decidedly

hairier abdomen. “I want inside you, Oscar. Are you okay

with that?” he asked, watching for any signs of hesitancy.

“Please,” Oscar whispered, looking up at the nightstand

beside the headboard and reaching one arm toward it.

“Got it.” Curt slid further over Oscar, reaching for the

nightstand. So far, in fact, that his cock was in a perfect

position for Oscar to kiss, which he did. “Hey!” Curt laughed,

jerking away from the contact. “You do that and this will end

sooner than I’d like.”

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He fumbled in the drawer for a moment as Oscar

chuckled to himself. When Curt found what he needed,

though, Oscar’s laughter subsided, and he looked into Curt’s

eyes apprehensively.

Examining the items in his hands, Curt raised an

eyebrow and asked, “When exactly did you buy these?”

Oscar colored beautifully, and Curt felt his cock jump at

the sight. “I picked them up right after leaving your family’s

place last night,” Oscar admitted. They smiled at each other

as Curt tore the condom wrapper with his teeth. “Too

presumptuous?”

Curt snorted. “Hardly. You read me just right.” He grew

sober, looking into Oscar’s eyes as he stroked himself a few

times and slid the condom on. “I’ll go slowly. I don’t want to

hurt you, and if at any time, you don’t feel okay about this,

I’ll stop. Deal?”

“Yes.”

That time didn’t come, because with a little gentle

preparation and ample time for adjustment, Oscar felt very

okay with it, with all of it. From the first stretch and burn, to

every stroke and every strike of that spot within him, the one

that made him see stars. They looked into each other’s eyes

throughout, until their orgasms forced them shut, until their

shouts made a critter wandering across the deck pause and

sniff the air for danger.

They crawled under the covers together and dozed on

and off, Curt caressing Oscar’s thighs, abdomen, chest, and

shoulders, seemingly unable to get enough of touching the

man. The idea that he had reduced his hero to a

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whimpering, delirious mess, made Curt’s chest swell. He

slept. He wasn’t sure how long, but when he woke, Oscar

was watching him and smiling.

“Hey, Mr. Knutzen.”

Curt blushed and grinned shyly as he stretched. “Hey,

yourself, Mr. Nylund.”

“It’s almost time to head back to your family’s place for

dinner.”

“Oh?” Curt said, coming awake suddenly. He hopped

out of bed, hissing at the chilly air.

“Sorry,” Oscar said, “I should have turned up the

heater, huh?”

“We were fine earlier, generating our own heat,” Curt

said, chuckling as he searched for his clothes. He paused,

looking uncertainly at Oscar.

“What?”

“Shower?”

Oscar’s smile practically lit up the room. “This way.”

s they were drying each other off, the phone rang.

“I got it,” Oscar said, dashing back into the

A bedroom. Curt grinned at his retreating backside and

hairy legs. He heard Oscar say, “Hello,” and then he

went back to vigorously drying his hair. It wouldn’t

do to show up at his parent’s place with wet hair. He could

hear his mother now:
“You know better than to travel in this

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weather with a wet head. You’ll catch your death!”
Or, worse

yet:
“Why did you need to take a shower anyway
?
What were

you up t
—
”
followed closely by a blush and a mumbled,

“Never mind.”

Curt laughed to himself and entered the bedroom,

where the look on Oscar’s face stopped him cold.

“Mom, I have something planned for New Year’s…. No, I

can’t change it.” His eyes met Curt’s. “You’re right. I
won’t

change it.”

Curt’s eyes widened, and he skulked over to the other

side of the bed to retrieve his clothes.

“I’m not interested in meeting the Carmichaels’ niece….

I don’t know. Tell her the truth: I’ve met someone, and I’d

like to spend it with him…. Yes,
him
.”

Curt’s back was to Oscar as they sat on opposite sides

of the bed, but he suspected Oscar could probably
feel
the

broad smile on his face.

“I know that’s how you feel, sir.”

Oh, his father now
. Worried, Curt bit his lip.
Maybe I

should have dressed in the living room
.

“Know that I love you both and believe you love me.

When you work your way through this and come to your

senses, I’ll be happy to spend some time with you. Merry

Christmas. I’ll call you on New Year’s Day.”

Oscar hung up and began getting dressed without

another word.

“Are… are you okay, Oscar?”

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He turned to look at Curt. “Better than I’ve been in a

long time. How would you feel about me spending New Year’s

with you?”

“I’d love that, but you’ll be here, and I’ll be back in San

Diego.”

Oscar knelt across the bed, and Curt met him halfway

for a kiss. “I’d fly out for you.”

“Just to kiss me at midnight?” Curt grinned wickedly.

“You bet your sweet ass I will.”

itting on the floor of the Knutzens’ living room, Oscar