Page 42 of His Christmas Love Song

Ryan moans, overstimulated and yet Jesse’s not jacking him hard enough to make him come. Jesse stops his motions entirely. “Have you thought about it, darlin’?” Jesse asks again, his voice deceptively soft. “Thought about me filling you up with my cock?”

He nods, gaze glued to where Jesse’s hand is wrapped around his shaft, willing him to start moving it again.

“Tell me what you thought about.”

Words? Jesse expects him to be able to come up with words at a time like this? “Uh. Thought about getting in your lap. About, uh, sitting on your cock.”

Jesse’s hand twitches, squeezing him reflexively, and he starts stroking again, as if rewarding Ryan for what he’d said. “Yeah? You want to sit down on my big cock?”

“Didn’t know it was quite, uh, that big,” Ryan admits.

“It’s okay. I’ll get you nice and open,” Jesse promises. “You won’t have any trouble taking me when I’m through with you.”

“Oh fuck.” If Ryan thought he couldn’t be any more in love with Jesse, he’d just have been proven wrong. He’s not hung up on size, but if he’s being honest, he’s always preferred a bigger package.

Jesse starts circling Ryan’s hole with his finger even as he continues to jack him with steady pressure. “I’ll make sure you’re so ready for me, darlin’. I’ll have you open and ready to get filled up. You can sink right down on me until you feel me in the back of your throat. It’s going to be so incredible, Ryan, you don’t even know.”

He pushes through the tight ring of muscle with one finger, the finger he uses to make beautiful music on the guitar, and Ryan disintegrates with pleasure, the sharp intrusion combined with the grip on his cock and the dirty promise in Jesse’s voice all pushing him into an explosive orgasm he can feel rattling his molars and curling his toes.

He thrashes and yells and feels come rapidly cooling on his stomach. When the pleasure subsides to a tolerable level, he opens his eyes. Jesse’s scooping fluid off Ryan’s belly, then reaching down to grasp his own cock.

“Let me see,” Ryan orders with the last of his strength. Jesse shifts so Ryan can see his thick, long shaft disappearing and reappearing in the channel made by his hand, the way slicked by a little lube and Ryan’s jizz. “Yeah. Fuck, Jesse. So fucking hot. You made it so fucking good for me. I want you to do that. I want you to open me up and push me down on your cock. I’m going to take it so good, I swear—”

And Jesse’s coming, a deep groan wrenching from his chest, globs of come spilling between his fingers.

When they both have their breath back, and Jesse’s wiped them down with a wet washcloth retrieved from the bathroom, Ryan almost feels like he could crawl right back under the covers and back to sleep. Then he hears a familiar gurgle. Jesse’s stomach making its hunger known. He laughs.

“Dinnertime?” he asks.

Jesse grins. “I don’t know about you, but I worked up an appetite.”

“You definitely earned your keep,” Ryan agrees. He makes himself sit up, kisses his boyfriend.

Jesse looks pleased, grabs them some underwear and pajama pants. “You want to stay here? I can bring you food.”

“That actually sounds amazing. Thanks. But let me ask one thing first.”

“Go for it.”

“Glad we ripped off the band aid?”

Jesse nods, his eyes soft to match the set of his mouth. “It didn’t hurt a bit.”

Later, after they’ve eaten, and talked, and cuddled a little, Ryan’s nestled into Jesse’s embrace, unselfconscious about the closeness even though it usually takes him a while to get comfortable sharing his space with guys. But Jesse’s not any other guy. Jesse is the guy. The only guy for Ryan.

“What are we going to do about Christmas?” Jesse asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, our families are expecting us to come home.”

“Is that not the plan?”

“But your arm—”

“I can travel with it. We can’t stay here forever,” Ryan says, though he kind of wishes they could.

“I guess we’ll have to put the album on the back burner for a while.”