CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Danny
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Danny
I layered up, eyes on the land of white beyond the back door. I was so excited I was nearly vibrating out of my skin.
I wrapped a scarf around my head, then pulled on my elf hat, pressing the ears against my own in hopes of it blocking the cold.
“Ready?” Killjoy asked, hand on the knob.
After breakfast, he asked if I wanted to see his garage. I so did, but mostly, I wanted to go outside, and I didn’t want to do it alone.
Yeah, yeah. I was supposed to be up here alone, and I would have gone outside if it had worked out that way, but the truth was, there were a number of things I hadn’t actually thought about.
Like what if I stumbled on a dangerous snow-creature?
Or… what if I fell and broke my leg? The idea of having to drag myself back to the cabin was enough to keep my ass inside.
“Yep,” I said, mentally bracing for the cold.
We stepped outside, and though I’d been out in it a couple times now, I’d almost forgotten how cold it was. It nipped at the end of my nose. I loved it, and I smiled despite the sting it brought to my skin.
I figured all I needed was to get used to it. Maybe one day my inner Cali boy would move on and I could become a snow bunny.
My stomach flipped at the thought. I wouldn’t have the chance to get used to it. I might not have known when I’d be leaving now, but I felt the time ticking down.
Telling myself to enjoy it while I was here wasn’t really helping me. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to walk away from Grumpy Pants Killjoy.
I was a few steps behind Killjoy, but it was sweet how he kept checking over his shoulder to make sure I was still there.
With a devious grin, I reached down and scooped up a handful of fresh snow.
Brr! That shit was cold. I felt the bite of it in my fingertips even though I was wearing gloves.
As fast as I could get my hands to work, I made a ball. Then I lobbed it at his back.
He froze, spine going rigid and shoulder tight.
I let out a laugh.
“Oops!” I called out, trying to decipher if I needed to get ready to run.
“Oops?” he echoed as he turned to face me. “You’re really gonna try to pull a fuckin’ ‘oops’ on that one?”
I laughed again and sent him a playful shrug.
“Oh, it’s on,” he said.
He moved fast. I was not expecting it. And when a ball of cold burst against my shoulder, spraying the left side of my face, I squealed with shock.
“Ahhh!” I yelled as I attempted to run and scoop up more snow, but only managed to fall on my ass.
It didn’t matter. I still tossed a half-formed ball his way.
Of course he was able to dodge it. “Not my face!” I called as he wound up to toss another one.
“Or my balls!” I made sure to cover the money maker area just in case.
“Then where am I supposed to hit you?” he came back with.
Still sitting in the snow, I stealthily grabbed a handful of the cold stuff and tried to pack it as tight as I could with one hand.
“How about here?” I said as I hurled it at his chest.
He looked down, scowling at the white powder still clinging to his jacket.
While he was distracted, I got to my feet and took off for the garage, yelling, “Oops!”
It didn’t take him but a second to catch up to me. His arm wrapped around my waist, and as I struggled to get free, we both went down. He managed to soften the blow, or maybe it was the snow that cushioned the impact. Either way, I was in his arms, and there was nowhere else I’d rather have been.
“You sure are somethin’,” he whispered before he leaned down and took my lips with his. I melted into him, though maybe melt wasn’t the right word, given that I was freezing my ass off. Truth be told, I was loving every second of this. Romance and winter vibes? Yes, please.
I couldn’t resist the idea that popped into my head. Before I knew it, I had a handful of snow and I plastered it against the top of his head. He pulled back and blinked down at me, face full of shock. Crumbles of snow fell from his hair and landed on my face. I closed my eyes and laughed so hard.
The world around me rumbled in my ears. I opened my eyes just in time to see the look of pure joy on his face as that rumbling noise turned into a rusty belly laugh, forcing its way out after yeeeaarrs of being locked up. We gave in to the insanity until we were both breathless and nearly crying.
Who was this man tackling me? Kissing me? Laughing as he lay in the snow?
The smile was glued to my face as I stared up at him.
I liked this side of him just as much as the grumpy one. And yes, I did like his grumpy side. I kind of found it cute.
“Come on,” he said, standing and pulling me up once he was steady on his feet. He brushed me off, then his hand was in mine as we continued on our way.
We stepped inside the big garage, and I instantly began to thaw at the blast of heat that hit me.
On the closest wall, there was a chair next to an old, wood-burning, stove-looking thing, which was already going since Killjoy had run out here like thirty minutes ago and worked on the fire.
All for me, I assumed. A metal coffee maker sat on top of the stove.
The back corner of the huge space held a cheap metal shelf that seemed to be stacked with canned goods and other non-perishables.
Anything that wasn’t in a can had been put in clear, air-tight bins.
Three motorcycles were lined up in the first area.
The second was where he’d tucked his truck away again.
Since his truck was so big, I couldn’t see what was beyond that.
“You ride?” I asked, already knowing the answer. We hadn’t talked about it, but since I’d seen the leather and the patches, and felt the vibe that went along with it, I knew he was a biker.
And his flat look aimed my way said I wasn’t fooling him.
Maybe this was a good time to bring it up.
“Which one is yours?” I asked, turning back to take the three motorcycles in.
Way to chicken out. I sighed internally at myself.
“Wait!” I said. “Let me guess.”
I walked over to the first one, which seemed to be the one he was currently working on.
It was sexy, but didn’t fit Killjoy. So, I moved on to the next one.
It looked cool too, with its flat black paint, black leather seat with studs around the edge, and tall handlebars.
Yeah, maybe the black on black would have worked for Killjoy, but somehow I didn’t think this was it.
It had to have been the third one. As I rounded on the beautifully polished chrome beast with big pipes and a worn leather seat that said it had a relationship with its owner’s ass, I knew it was his.
“This one,” I said, running my fingers over the seat, feeling the age and wear.
“How’d you know?” he asked from right behind me.
“Just a feeling,” I said with a shrug as I turned around. “Can I?”
“You wanna sit on my bike?” he asked, sounding confused.
“Well, I’d love for you to take me out for a ride, but I also don’t want to die, so I know that’s out thanks to the snow and all. But maybe I could…” I cut my eyes up at him as I bit my lip.
“You could… what?” he asked, crowding me in a way that was making me so fucking hot and turned on.
I slowly unzipped my coat, peeling it off and tossing it to the side.
My gloves went next, then my scarf. He watched me with those intense eyes as he took a step back to give me room.
I lost my shirt, feeling goosebumps prickle my skin.
Was it the draft or was it excitement? Who fucking cared?
My nipples tightened as his eyes dropped to take in my bare skin.
His tongue rolled over his bottom lip as he ran a hand down his beard, tugging at the end.
Why was that so hot?
I yanked off my boots and lost my nice, thick wool socks.
It was fine. I was warm enough… or so I tried to convince myself.
Really, all I could think about was fucking myself while I sat on his motorcycle. His eyes were on me the whole time. I selfishly wanted to give him a memory that he’d never forget, and in my mind, he’d never get on this beast again without being able to think about me.
“Should I keep going?” I teased, hooking my fingers into the waist of my joggers.
“Yeah,” he said and then cleared his throat. “Don’t stop.”
I smirked at him, dropping my pants and hastily pulling them free. The damn things were too tight on my ankles, causing me to lose sexy points. But he didn’t seem to mind.
“Shit,” he said, taking in my mistletoe print jock that was barely containing my throbbing cock and full balls. “Turn around.”
I did as he ordered, shaking my ass as I bent over and placed my palms on the seat. It was a cool relief to my overheated skin.
He pulled out his phone, held it up, and then asked, “May I?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. I didn’t want a camera between us, but I also trusted him. I focused forward, eyes on my hands. Though a part of me died inside because I’d been here before with other men, I still gave him a good show by arching my back a little more.
“Fuck, look at how beautiful you are.” His words made my heart flutter. I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder, surprised to see that his gaze was on me even though he was filming. “Did you know that? See?”
He turned his phone around, and I saw what he saw. How he saw me. It was erotic and sexy. And it was so much more. It was everything I’d tried to accomplish with my work, the way I reached out to my viewers. In that moment, I felt fucking seen.
The whole thing was really doing a number on me. Seeing him want me so openly and honestly. And I meant all of me, not just Danny Love, hot little sex boy.
Okay, so that wasn’t really my title, and I could admit it was dumb.
Forget I said it.
The point was, he was looking at me. Just me. The whole me.
And I felt it down to my very soul.
I couldn’t even hate the way I was still wearing my elf hat in it. Was this a new kink?
“This is mine,” he said in a gruff whisper, tucking the phone back into his pocket, patting it for good measure like it was secured away in a lockbox. Like he was saying there were still parts of me I hadn’t shared with everyone else. Like I was fucking special. Something to be treasured.
I nodded with a watery smile that I was hoping I hid well.
“Did I do wrong?” he asked. So much for not ruining the moment.
“No,” I said with a shake of my head. “You’re… perfect.”
There was no other word for it.
Sure, he was grumpy, and maybe sometimes he had a hard time understanding basic human contact—or even conversation—but that was what made him perfect.
It made him special. I would have given anything to call him mine.
A part of me even believed he was meant for me, and as much as I wanted to hold onto that, the last thing I needed was to have to mend a broken heart for the new year.
Too late, a voice whispered in the back of my mind.
And yeah, it was. I was head over dildos for this man.
“I’m gonna eat this ass, elf,” he said, almost like a warning. “You’re gonna keep your hands on my bike, and I expect you to make a fucking mess all over that seat when you’re ready to come. Hear me?”
“I hear you. Loud and clear.” I nodded, trying my hardest not to laugh.
“I’m on PrEP and clean. You got anything I need to be—”
“Nope! Yeah, same. I am very strict with my work partners, and I haven’t had one in months, and I’ve been tested three times since the last time I was with anyone.” It all came out so fast it almost didn’t even sound like a human language.
He chuckled deeply at me. I turned my head to scowl at him, but lost my thoughts and breath the moment he dropped to his knees. He spread my cheeks and dove in with no hesitation.
I’d had my ass eaten before.
Or so I thought I had.
Nope. Nothing I’d done could ever be compared to this. I had a good idea that nothing in the future with other someones would compare, either.
My whole body shook as he lapped at my rim. I softened up for him in no time. And then I was gasping and panting as he fucked me with his tongue.
I saw stars. I flew out of this world and got lost somewhere in the deep pockets of space.
“Killjoy,” I moaned. Or possibly pleaded.
“Ah, fuck it. I changed my mind,” he said, and I nearly groaned as he let go of my ass cheeks.
His hands were on my hips, and he spun me around. “Up,” he urged as he guided me back to the seat.
I slid until my ass was on the seat, sitting sideways and feeling rather silly. I didn’t know much about motorcycles, but I knew this wasn’t how it worked.
He lifted one of my legs, putting my foot on a peg. Then he lifted the other until it was pressed against the cool chrome that covered the back tire.
I would have sworn there was a smile on his face as he pulled my jock down and tucked it under my balls. Everything became a blur as he sucked me down.
I wasn’t going to last long.
I wasn’t going to last another minute.
“Killjoy,” I said, tugging at his hair.
“Aaron,” he said before he went back to choking on my dick.
“Aaron,” I said, loving the way it rolled off my tongue. “Oh, Aaron, fuck, I’m going to…”
My hips jerked up. He took my cock in deep. Then I was spilling into his mouth, watching through a hazy gaze as he swallowed every drop down.
Then he carefully tucked me back in. I was in his arms a second later. I fought to come back to earth as he sat in the chair next to the fire, tucking me into his lap. A heavy blanket fell around my shoulders, and it smelled of oil and man, and all things him.
I buried my nose in it, inhaling deeply.
“Sorry, it’s all I got. It’s the one from the floor that I work on. Keeps the cold from the concrete sinking into my bones.”
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thank you,” I told him.
Oh, yeah. I was so far gone for him. Leaving was going to kill me.
As I sat there, I sent a wish to Santa. I might not have been a perfect boy, but I didn’t think I was on the naughty list.
Just let me stay until Christmas. Please.