Page 45 of Hot Times in Heart Falls, Vignettes Vol 3

Wanted him.

What followed was delightful torment. Kevin’s pace was patient but determined, a feather-light touch one moment and more grounding the next. He eased Edison’s pants and underwear off, eyes dark and full of⁠—

Something Edison refused to name. The mere idea still made his chest ache with how much he wanted to believe this was more.

One kiss after another, Kevin worked his way down Edison’s body. Fingers ghosted over skin gone sensitive and hot. Little nips and hot strokes of Kevin’s tongue were mixed with addictive pleasure as a strong fist wrapped around Edison’s cock.

“Kev…”

A request? A promise? Edison didn’t know what he was asking for, but when Kevin’s mouth slipped over his shaft—hot, soft, and unhurried—Edison arched, fingers fisting the quilt, breath coming in ragged little gasps.

It was exquisite. Not only the physical sensations, but the intimacy. The knowing. Kevin kissed and licked and teased as if he wanted Edison to feel worshipped. As if every moment was a conversation they were having with skin and breath instead of words.

When Edison finally came, it was with a shudder that racked his entire body and a cry that he tried to muffle but didn’t quite manage to hide.

Kevin held him as he came down. Just held him. Hands warm on Edison’s back, breath soft against his hair. No demands. No pressure. Just presence. They lay tangled together in the aftermath, skin cooling, breath slowing.

“Wow,” Edison whispered.

“Yeah,” Kevin said, voice low and rough. “You’re incredible.”

Edison chuckled weakly. “That was… You’re very good at massages, Dr. Robb.”

Kevin chuckled as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Don’t tell anyone at the clinic. They’ll start booking me out.” They lay in silence for a while longer before Kevin whispered, almost too quiet to hear, “I really like being here with you.”

Edison’s heart did that dangerous flutter again. He didn’t know where this was going. He had rules and mandates, but maybe…

In this moment, in this room, with Kevin beside him and a quiet stillness wrapping around them like a second quilt⁠—

It was enough to start dreaming about moving forward with new rules.

And maybe, just maybe, that was all he needed to know for now.`

5

The message from Edison came in late Wednesday evening as Kevin was organizing work files on his laptop.

Edison: Hope your day was as gorgeous as you! I’m making the rounds tomorrow after work to drop off some holiday goodies—if I don’t get it done now, it’ll all pile up. Just a heads-up in case you try to get a hold of me because my hands will either be full or I’ll be out of service range.

Kevin stared at the screen for a beat, smiled, then typed back:

Kevin: Want some company? I’m free.

There was a pause—three dots, then none. Then back again.

Edison: You sure? I’d love that. But I’ve got, like, more than a dozen stops and a car that already smells like Willy Wonka’s Candy factory vomited in the back seat.

Kevin: Perfect. I’ll bring hot chocolate.

Edison: You’re on.

Thursday evening, Kevin slipped into the passenger seat of Edison’s compact SUV and handed over a peppermint hot chocolate. The scent of baked goods nearly knocked him over—brown sugar, cinnamon, citrus peel.

He had been warned, though, so he grinned as he buckled in. “Did you bake enough for an entire village?”

Edison waved a hand toward the back seat, where trays and wicker baskets balanced precariously. “Only a small hamlet. I made labels and have our route all mapped out for maximum efficiency. Maybe. I think.”

Their first stop was the seniors’ home, where Edison breezed forward with a broad tray wrapped in cellophane and bows. Kevin hurried ahead to hold the door. More than a couple women paused their bingo game to swoon over the treat display.