CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Killjoy
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Killjoy
“Huh,” Danny said as he flopped down into one of the chairs at the table.
His focus was on his phone, and I watched nervously from the kitchen as I stirred green food dye into the icing the way Danny had instructed me.
We never did get around to decorating the cookies last night, and though he hadn’t said we were doing it now, I got the impression we were because he’d started pulling out all kinds of things like colored sugar and sprinkles.
Oh, and he had made four bowls with icing.
He’d set a different color in front of one of them.
I only assumed I’d been appointed to mix them since he’d handed me a spoon, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.
After a long moment and no indication of what was going on, I found my balls, gave ’em a good grab, and asked, “What’s up?”
“Oh, uh…” He looked up at me with eyes wide and brow twisted in confusion. A couple of blinks later, he dropped his gaze to his phone again. “There’s money in my account. Did you do this? Is this like a refund or something? Because it’s the same amount I paid to rent this place for two weeks.”
Shit. Well, there was no more putting it off.
“Oh, yeah,” I cleared my throat, playing it casually.
“I forgot to tell you that, uh, Keys got it all straightened out for you, and he was able to put it back. Yeah, and the guy had apparently done it to a bunch of people. Keys is working on getting those people their money back, then he’s going to, um, turn the FBI’s attention his way. ”
“Oh,” he said, sounding shocked. “Oh.” This time, it came out a little sad. “Then, I guess I can… go. Find somewhere else to stay.”
Fuck! No! That wasn’t what I wanted.
“Yeah, but, uh…” I dropped the spoon I’d been using to mix, and it clanked loudly as it hit the side of the bowl.
My hands balled into fists, and I set them on my hips to steady myself.
“Well, I mean…” Feeling awkward, I lifted a hand and rubbed at the back of my neck.
“We shouldn’t just let these cookies go to waste.
Everything’s almost ready. So you should stay to decorate them. ”
“I’d really like that,” he said, and my heart beat a little faster. “I guess I could head out tonight.”
No! No! That wasn’t what I meant!
“It might be dark by then. And with the snow… You shouldn’t be out driving in that when you’re not used to it.”
“That would be a terrible way to spend Christmas Eve.”
“I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you,” I said, keeping my gaze on the weird swirl of colors in front of me.
“So…” he said encouragingly, like he was hanging on to every word that spilled from my lips.
“So, you should just stay here.”
“I should?” He cocked his head and stared at me.
I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Right.” There was something light in his tone.
He sounded so damn cute and hopeful. I felt like I was beating around the bush, but this shit was hard for me.
I really hoped it was a bush he wanted me to beat around.
His excitement was front and center, but what if I was readin’ it all wrong? “For how long?”
“Well, with tomorrow being Christmas, and your decorations are already up here. Plus, we got the tree and everything.” I tossed my hand in the direction of the sad tree.
The very fuckin’ tree that I didn’t hate taking up space in my tiny cabin.
Just like I didn’t hate Danny taking up space here, too.
“That’s true. We did work so hard on that tree,” he said, and I glanced up to see him smiling at me.
“And it would be a hassle tryin’ to pack,” I tacked on.
“Exactly. It would be so much easier if I stayed. You do make a good point. ” His tone was a little too easy. “And I imagine finding a place on Christmas Day sounds like a nightmare. Besides, two more days wouldn’t really be all that bad, right?”
“At least through Christmas. It does seem to be your favorite holiday and all,” I kept going because he hadn’t really said if he thought staying was a good idea. Or let on to the fact that he might have wanted to stay. It was stressing me the fuck out. “I would hate to ruin it for you.”
“Thanks for sacrificing your quiet time. I really appreciate it.”
He placed his chin in his hand and blinked at me.
His smile tipped up on one side more than the other.
Oh, so he was fuckin’ with me. Great, I loved being the butt of a joke.
Actually, with Danny, I didn’t mind it so much. Especially if it made him light up and smile like that. Did he know how fuckin’ beautiful he was? I was ready to make it my life’s mission to make him feel beautiful every day and keep reminding him how special he was.
With my fists on my hips, I glared at him. It did nothing to knock the smile off his face.
“Will you spend Christmas with me, elf?” I asked, putting it out there in a way that felt right.
“I would love nothing more,” he answered as he stood and came into the kitchen. He slid his arms around my waist. His lips were on mine, and I wrapped him up in a tight embrace as I kissed him back. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it, Grumpy Pants?”
I grunted and scowled, but answered, “No.”
“Now, let’s decorate some cookies!” His hazel eyes lit up. Before I knew it, he was pressing an icing-coated finger tip against my nose and going, “Boop.”
“The fuck?!” I said, scowling at him as he licked it off. “I’m not a damn cookie.”
His laughter rang out as he walked back to the table.
“Oooh, but I could eat you up like one.”
“Danny,” I said in a warning tone.
“Cover you in icing and sprinkles, then lick it all off,” he went on. “Then I’d have a sugar high, and I bet I could go all night long.”
I shot out of that kitchen and scooped him up in my arms so fast, I would have bet his head was spinning. He let out a squeal of joy and surprise as I pressed his back against the wall. His legs wrapped around me as his fingers tangled in my hair.
We kissed until we were breathless. He held tight as if he never wanted to let me go. Truth was, I didn’t want him to let me go. Not now. Not ever.
As I pulled back to look at him, I was struck with a sense of awe. His smile was so damn beautiful.
Danny made me want more out of life. For the first time, I felt like I was itching to actually live. To claim something for myself and hold on to it. To nurture it and help it grow. I was seeing my future with a partner by my side, and yeah, I was fully aware I wanted that partner to be Danny.
I was going to put it out there.
But after I fucked him senseless. And after we decorated cookies, and after he got his Christmas.
I would. I just had to wait until the right time.
“Aaron,” he moaned, his nails scraping my scalp and nearly making my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Ooh, someone likes that.”
“Yeah,” I grunted before kissing him hard again.
He worked his hips, trying in earnest to rut against me. It was so damn hot how desperate he was for me.
My fingers dug into his ass as I carried him across the cabin. I stopped right next to the tree, where the tall window overlooked the pristine, snow-covered yard.
The sky was gray. A hint that Mother Nature was threatening more snow. Not that it mattered since I was pretty much on lockdown with Danny until the holiday was over.
“Down,” I ordered, tapping his leg. With a pout, he released me, and I held onto his waist until his feet were firmly on the ground. “Strip.”
His eyes went wide, and I would have sworn the hazel sparkled gold. He wasted no time losing his shirt. His pants went next, then the sexy Christmas tree print trunks.
“You can leave those on,” I said when his finger hooked into the top of his fuzzy socks, which happened to have reindeer faces on the tops, big antlers curling out on the sides.
“Now what?” he asked, straightening. His cock was already leaking. I wrapped a firm hand around it, using the pad of my thumb to swipe the tip. He sucked in a breath as his body seemed to tremble uncontrollably.
“Turn around. Hands on the glass. Don’t move,” I ordered.
He followed my directions so perfectly, arching his back and popping his spectacular ass out. I stood there, watching as the coolness of the glass caused goosebumps to rise on his skin. He stared at me over his shoulder, eyes bright and beautiful.
“Look at you,” I said, trailing my rough fingers down the silky-smooth skin over his spine. More goosebumps prickled his skin. “You’re a vision, Danny. An absolute dream.”
I stepped back, taking it every single thing in, making a memory that I was sure I’d hold onto forever.
After I had my fill, I walked over to his naughty bag of toys and rummaged around until I found the one I’d been dying to use since the moment I knew it existed. Shoving it into my pocket, I continued to root around until I found one of the bottles of lube he had in there as well.
“I’m going to fuck you, Danny,” I said as I stalked back over to him.
I started shedding my clothes, my eyes on him as he watched me over his shoulder.
He took in everything, my hands as they worked the buttons of my flannel shirt, my chest once it was exposed.
My abs as they constricted. The bulge in my briefs once I lost my pants.
I’d never felt more appreciated than I did in that moment. I felt hot and wanted, but more than that, I felt like someone loved everything about me.
And that was Danny in a nutshell. He made you feel like you were the only one in the world he had eyes for. That was my beautiful, adorable elf.
“You’re… everything,” he whispered once I was fully naked, standing behind him with a bottle of lube in my hand and what I considered a smile on my face.
“No, elf, you’re everything.”
I dribbled lube onto my fingers. He sucked in a breath when I circled his rim. It didn’t take long to open him up, and soon, he was begging for me to fill him up.
I never wanted Danny to feel empty. Not his hole. Not his heart or his soul.
That might have been the point when I knew I had it bad.
I pushed into him slowly, dragging out the feeling of filling him while his greedy hole sucked me in.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” I whispered against his ear.
He stood still for me, moaning every time I dragged my cock out of him, and then panting as I filled him back up again.
The lights from the tree danced along his skin. My eyes ate up every single inch of him I could see.
“Aaron, please.” He was nearly sobbing at this point, so desperate for more.
I fucked him with hard, deep thrusts. Soon, he lost all sense of being good for me. His hips were rocking. His hands were reaching back and threading through my hair. He was calling my name like a chant to the sky as his hot breath fogged up the glass.
As I pegged his prostate over and over again, his body began to shake.
“I’m so close. Please. Please touch me,” he begged.
“Anything for you, elf,” I said.
I grabbed his chin with one hand, pulling him until his lips brushed against mine. I took them greedily, letting out a little chuckle when he whined desperately. My tongue slipped inside his mouth, and I licked every trace of sugar I could find.
That wasn’t what he’d meant, but I silently promised I was only going to drag it out another minute. I was sweating from holding back. It wasn’t going to last much longer.
My free hand snaked around his body. I drew a line down his chest. I circled his belly button, loving the way his abs tightened at my touch. And finally, I wrapped my hand around his hot, heavy cock.
“Yes,” he whispered against my mouth. I breathed in his relieved sigh and kissed him again.
My balls drew up. I stroked him faster. My body said it wouldn’t hold back anymore, and I came so damn hard in his ass, emptying my balls until the point my cock was too sensitive to thrust into his tight hole anymore.
“Oh shit!” he called out as I held him to me, keeping my softening cock buried in his ass. Cum spilled from his slit, running over and coating my hand on the upstroke. I worked him through it, even as his ass tightened around my cock and his body curled forward. “Oh, wow.”
Releasing my hold on his cock, I wrapped my arm around him.
I took us down to the floor right in front of the tree, spreading him out carefully on part of the blanket he’d used to make a skirt under the damn thing.
My cock slipped free, and his sad whimper was the exact same feeling my body was flooded with.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got you,” I told him as I reached for my pants on the floor behind me.
I pulled out the silver plug, wrapping my hand around it until it didn’t feel cold to the touch.
I pushed his cheek up, watching closely as I slipped the plug into his ass.
A smile hit my lips as I tapped the green, jeweled tree at the base.
He was doing a live in a few hours. He’d said it wasn’t going to be long, not that I cared either way, but that he wanted to be there for people who didn’t have anyone to spend the eve with.
And while he was worried about everyone else, I wanted him to have a reminder that someone was there for him.
Even if that reminder came in the form of a cum-stuffed hole and a plug.
Suddenly, I wondered if he had things like this for all the different holidays. Images flashed through my mind. A heart-shaped plug for Valentine’s Day. A cock ring with a dangling four-leaf clover charm for St. Patrick’s Day.
I’d already seen the tentacle one, so I knew he was a little freaky. So, thinking of a skeleton finger prostate tickler for Halloween didn’t seem too out there for him. I wondered if that was a thing.
But then I stopped when the idea of a turkey leg-shaped dildo for Thanksgiving. Something about that one didn’t give me sexy vibes.
He smiled and sighed. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the dreamy expression on his face.
“If I ever asked Santa for the perfect man, it would be you,” he said, clearly still in an orgasm daze.
A laugh rumbled in my chest, and fuck it, I set it free as I curled up behind him, wrapping an arm around him and holding on tight.
“Touch it again,” he said.
It took me a minute to realize what he’d meant, but once I did, I gave him something better. I spread his cheeks and pressed my soft cock against the end of the plug.
“Give me ten, then we can get to decorating cookies,” I said, not even trying to wipe the smile off my face.
“Good! Because we have to have them ready for Santa!” He turned his head and shot me an adorable smile over his shoulder.
But I loved the way he didn’t seem to move, as if he wasn’t ready to leave this bubble as much as I wasn’t.
Kinda felt nice to be more important than his cookies for Santa.
Not that I was going to gloat and get on the big, jolly guy’s naughty list.
“Yeah, I bet Santa is gonna enjoy those cookies,” I teased as I thought about sneaking down in the middle of the night to make them disappear.