Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
J ohan
I wake up on Christmas morning with Cole spooned into me, my morning wood resting against his arse. I kiss his shoulder and run my hand down his ribs and over his hip. He stretches slightly and then curls back up again, wedging himself further against my erection.
“Tease,” I whisper gently against his neck as I nuzzle into him.
“Not teasing.” He turns his head and grins up at me. “I like how it feels.”
I like how it feels as well, I like it a lot. But I don’t think he would be taking my cock right now.
“Well it turns me on.” I drop a kiss on his nose. “So unless you intend to do something about it, you’re teasing me.”
His grin widens and he wriggles out of my arms. I lose contact with his arse and almost groan but it’s immediately replaced with his warm, wet mouth, sliding down my cock. I stretch a little and roll onto my back. This is definitely a good alternative. With me buried halfway down his throat he still manages to work his tongue around my shaft. It’s a marvel to me how he can do that, but I love it. As he raises his head almost all the way off me, his wonderful tongue follows and runs up the frenulum, across the head, and presses hard into my slit. My hips buck and I groan, fisting my hands into the sheets to stop myself grabbing his head and shoving him back on. He does it anyway and I feel his smile as he stretches his lips round me. He knows exactly how I like it. He expertly sucks and slurps, his head bobbing. He glances up at me and I’m lost in his eyes. I feel my balls tighten and I can’t hold off any longer. He keeps his head in place as I shoot my load into his mouth. He takes every drop and then grins at me.
“Fucking wow, Cole.”
“Merry Christmas.” He sits up and straddles me, resting his beautiful arse on my softening cock. I bend my knees and Cole leans back against them, settling himself further. Although spent, my cock gives a twitch against his crease. He really is a tease sometimes.
His erection takes my attention and I run my fingers over the end, wiping precum down his shaft. With my other hand I reach for the lube and pop the top. I squirt some into my hand and work it up and down. He throws his head back as I pick up speed and with a cry he comes all over my chest. He’s panting slightly as he looks down and giggles.
“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
He bends down and I place a hand at the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss.
“We should shower.” He mumbles against my lips, and I agree with a sigh.
After we’ve showered and dressed, we head to the kitchen area. Vin and Roffe jump off the couch where they’ve been curled up together. I take them out for a quick pee whilst Cole makes their breakfast, which, according to him, I don’t do properly. I don’t see how I make it any different, but I don’t mind. I like the opportunity to get some fresh air. When I head back, the dogs rush to their bowls and Cole places a cup of coffee on the counter before heading back to the stove. He’s making pancakes for breakfast, another thing he likes to do, so I perch on a stool and let him.
After breakfast I fetch my present for him. A collector’s edition of Michael Moorcock’s Elric of Melniboné . A lovely leather bound copy in a slip case. He looks delighted and almost squeals. I know he hasn’t already got it. I checked all his books, both here and the bookcases in his old bedroom in the farmhouse where he keeps the rest of his collection. He gives me a North Face parka. I love its warmth. England isn’t nearly as cold as Sweden, but it has a dampness that seems to penetrate the bones and make everything colder. The coat will keep me warm whilst working outside over winter.
Cole opens his new book. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist starting it as soon as he saw it, so I make another coffee and settle on the other end of the couch. He stretches his legs out and places his feet in my lap. The dogs jump up and snuggle down behind his legs. I pick up my own book and we read. I am settled and content, and it feels like the perfect day. After a couple of hours I remind Cole that we still need to walk the dogs, and then we’re expected at the farmhouse.
He grumbles a little, but I know this is because he has to put the book down. Left to his own devices he would read until it was finished, forgetting to eat or even drink sometimes. But he complies, and we head out with the dogs, across the fields and into the woods. We’re out for about an hour, both dogs spending time looking for, and luckily not finding rabbits.
As we’re walking back to the yard I see a car pulling up.
“Oh look, Uncle Stephen and Gran have arrived.”
I stop in my tracks.
“Uncle who? What?” I don’t know who he’s talking about or that anyone else is coming for Christmas dinner. Well, apart from Ben and Keith, they’ve been invited and should be arriving soon.
“Uncle Stephen and Gran.” Cole is looking at me eagerly, “We should go and say hello.”
“Cole,” I know my voice is severe but I’m quite annoyed. “Why didn’t you tell me there was family coming for Christmas dinner?”
“Well, they come every year, everyone knows that.”
“I didn’t know you last year, Cole, so there is no way I could know this.”
“Oh.” He chews his lip for a minute, in a way I find utterly adorable. “Sorry?” His expression looks worried and indecisive, and he chews his lip again.
I know I shouldn’t be annoyed with Cole, and in reality I’m not, after all anyone in his family could have said there would be other people for Christmas. So I should be annoyed with them. I don’t mind there being others, they're Cole’s family and it’ll be nice to meet them. I’m more worried about the protocol. Do they know about me? Should I have bought presents? I blow out a breath and decide it’s too late to worry about that now. I pull Cole into a hug and kiss him gently.
“It’s alright, baby,” I let go of him, and grasp his hand to walk the rest of the way down to the yard. By now the visitors have disappeared into the house.
“So Uncle Stephen is?” I prompt.
“Dad’s brother and Gran is his mum. Grandad died seven years ago.”
“Okay, well I am looking forward to meeting them.”
We enter the farmhouse and take off our coats, hanging them up in the boot room. I hear that the dogs have found their way to the visitors and are being greeted. If I know Vin and Roffe, they’re greeting the visitors just as enthusiastically.
Cole heads into the lounge and I pop into the kitchen where I know Annie will be.
“Hi Annie.”
“Oh, hi Johan,” she throws over her shoulder as she stirs something in a large pan on the stovetop. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you as well. Is there anything I can help with?”
“That’s kind of you love, but no. I have it sorted and it can all be left for a little while.”
I take the plunge. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know there would be anyone else here today, Cole didn’t er—mention it. I haven’t got anyone any presents or anything.”
Annie puts down the tea towel she has in her hand and takes off her apron. Coming over and linking an arm through mine, she leads me towards the door. “Oh don’t worry about that, they’ll just be pleased to meet you.”
“They know about me?”
Just then I hear a raised and rather imperious voice cut across from the room across the hall “So when will we meet Joanne?”
Annie’s eyes are shining as she pulls me towards the lounge.
“Mavis. It’s Johan, not Joanne.” she says loudly as she pushes the door open, and leading me through, whispers over her shoulder to me, “She’s a little deaf.”
“Johan? What kind of name is that for a girl, though they call them all sorts these days.” The old lady is sitting in an armchair—she is tiny. Tom is sitting on a chair to one side, with Megan next to him, I can see her smirk forming from here. Cole is sitting on the other side of her, on the end of the couch. Geoff isn’t in the room, neither are Tom’s daughters. The only other person, who I take to be Geoff’s brother Stephen, is standing at the side cabinet, opening a bottle of wine.
“Johan isn’t a girl, Gran.” Tom leans closer to her. “He’s a guy.”
“Humph, well they can change genders nowadays as well.”
I think it might be best to introduce myself as I am standing in the middle of the room, where Annie had left me, and I am taking up a lot of space.
“I’m Johan, and I’ve always been a guy. It’s nice to meet you Mrs Walker.”
She looks at me and I must meet her approval as she beams me a big smile. “Oooh, come here and tell me all about yourself.”
I sit next to Cole on the couch and she quizzes me on the usual subjects—where am I from, what do I do? I gloss over why I’m in the UK, saying I am visiting my brother.
Annie passes me a glass of wine, which I gratefully accept, and eventually Mrs Walker’s attention is taken up by another subject. Annie introduces me to Stephen and he sits down next to me on the couch.
I let the conversation flow around me as I reflect that it hasn’t gone too badly. Tom is telling his gran the latest news of the farm, and from her questions I realise that this would have been her home at one point; Tom’s grandad the farmer, before his father, and now himself. I wonder how hard it is for her to come back and see the changes that have been made. There’s a short lull in the conversation, then Mrs Walker grips Cole’s knee. She looks at me and then says to Cole in a loud whisper, “He is very handsome. I see why you like him.”
“Yes, he is Gran.”
Just then Alice and Sarah bounce into the room.
“Great Grandma!”
“Woohoo!”
“Can we open our presents now?”
I’m grateful for the interruption as I didn’t like being under such scrutiny.
I escape, to let them get on with the present exchanges. I had given Annie and Geoff their presents the day before. For Geoff, a bottle of whiskey, and a crocheted shawl for Annie. They gave me a jumper in a beautiful blue colour, that Cole says it goes with my eyes.
I head outside just as Ben and Keith arrive. I’m pleased to see them, and head over to greet them with a hug.
“How’s it going?” Ben asks as he squeezes me tight.
“Fine.”
He draws back to look at me, concern in his eyes. I grin at him. “It’s fine. I’m just a little overwhelmed that there are family here. Cole’s uncle and grandma. No-one thought to tell me so it was a surprise. But they’re fine.”
The dinner is a great success. Annie is an amazing cook and Tom, Megan and I help carry food to and from the kitchen.
I’m taking through the last of the dessert bowls, after we had all demolished the Christmas pudding that Annie tells us she’d started making at the beginning of the month. Annie and Megan had already taken some crockery through and I’m bringing the last few bowls.
Megan gives me a smile on her way out past me and I wonder if I’ve done something wrong.
Annie comes over and gives me a hug and I release a breath. She smiles up at me.
“I just wanted to say thank you for being there for him.” She makes it sound like it’s a choice and not my heart that’s in control, not that I have a problem with that.
“He’s an incredible guy. I’m lucky to have met him.
“I am glad you can see that, because not many people do.”
She squeezes me tighter and I hear her barely whispered, “Thank you.”
“What is it?”
He unwraps the gift I saved for him until we got home from being with his family for the day. I’m glad I did, as he would probably have told them about it when they asked what I’d bought him as a present, and today has been embarrassing enough without adding this into it.
He holds up the rubber object, twisting it about.
“Is it a dog toy? Did you give it to me by mistake?”
“No it’s not a dog toy.” I take it off him and hold it the right way up.
“It’s a butt plug.”
“A what now?” He takes it back off me and studies it.
“It goes in your arse.”
He gives me a sexy grin that makes my cock jerk. That he loves the attention his arse gets as much as I like giving it is a bonus.
“It can help with prep, with stretching you, and getting you used to the feel of having something in your butt.” His eyes widen and darken and I know that lust filled look. He hands it back to me.
“Show me what to do with it.” I don’t need asking twice.