Page 5 of His for Hanukkah

Answering still felt like too much. Adam nuzzled further into Tate’s shoulder, dragging the earthy, spicy scent that was uniquely Tate into his lungs.

He let himself float in the feeling. He was both far apart from the world and intimately aware of Tate surrounding him.

Tate’s arm around his shoulder warmed his whole back. Tate’s fingers in his hair sent waves of relaxation down to his toes. Tate’s skin felt hot through his black, button-down shirt, only impeded by the thicker fabric of his collar that poked along the edge of Adam’s eye.

Adam tried to push the collar away with his forehead and nose, not liking the barrier between them. He felt a surge of breath in Tate’s chest and a quiet huff—perhaps a soft laugh—and then the shirt collar moved out of the way.

That was better. He nuzzled into Tate’s neck, inhaling his rich scent. The faintest touch of sweat, and some complex, lovely spice of his deodorant or cologne.

He stuck his tongue out to taste and was rewarded by a gentle salty flavor. That was nice. He opened his mouth to taste more, not sucking or kissing, but enjoying the soft skin over Tate’s corded neck with his tongue. Tate’s chest hair was rough on his cheek, just the way it was supposed to be.

Tate’s soft voice never changed and the fingers stroking through his hair never faltered.

Something cool and hard pressed gently into his cheek. “Can you drink this, Adam?”

Ah, a water bottle. Adam turned his head, opening his lips as Tate tilted the cool liquid into his mouth. He drank a few sips, and then a bit more. Tate was so perfectly attuned to his movements that he barely spilled a drop.

He felt loved and cared for, like he was the center of Tate’s world.

That thought made him start crying again as the warm, perfect feeling started slipping away. Because Tate really was perfect, and Adam was an idiot who had just destroyed his hard work.

There was no way Tate would want to talk to him after this, let alone anything more. He’d fucked it all up, unable to properly flirt and then acting like a disaster the moment he saw the man.

He yanked himself away, arms and legs flailing as he prepared to stand, but Tate pulled him back even tighter.

“Don’t even think about moving.” His voice was deep and dripping with dominance.

Adam fell back into his arms, but now that he knew it was about to end, it didn’t feel the same. “You don’t have to hold me. It’s not like that was a scene or anything.”

Chapter 2.

A Christmas Scene

Tate brushed his lips against Adam’s soft, black curls, hardly able to believe his good fortune. Adam was in his arms.

The sweet, soggy boy who had snuggled so gently into him for the past twenty minutes was now stiff and tense, but Tate was determined to get that cuddly boy back.

He had been waiting years for this moment, and he wasn’t going to let it go easily. He would release Adam instantly if he truly thought he didn’t want to be held.

But you don’t have to hold me sounded like the exact opposite of a request for space. What Adam needed now was reassurance and control.

He pitched his voice to be calming and friendly. Like any other chat they might have had a few years ago as friends.

Though he couldn’t help letting a bit of his inner Daddy out. “Actually, that was a scene. You’re a little primal. And I’m not letting you go, so you might as well get used to it.”

Adam’s shoulders relaxed marginally. That was a good start.

“How was it a scene? You didn’t…”

Ah, Tate had forgotten just how shy Adam was. He’d seen the boy whipped on stage, but he still blushed and giggled when he talked about kissing with his friends.

He realized sharply that he might have been misreading some of Adam’s signals, but that was about to change now. They were going to talk about it no matter how shy his blushing boy became.

He wanted, no needed, to know if Adam might be interested in him.

“I didn’t what? Spank you till your sweet little ass is hot against my hand?” He kept the words sweet and soft, enjoying the contrast with the dirty images. “Tie you down and whip red welts into your beautiful back? Kiss every inch of your body, and then fuck you hard while I denied your orgasm?”

Adam shivered and melted into him further. Beautiful. And definitely interested in those sensual scenes, even if he didn’t want more with Tate specifically. “Yeah, no… I mean… It wasn’t like that.”