Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
“Okay, Hoss. I’ll call you. We’re meeting at AJ’s on the third?”
Coke hugged Nate, nodded. “That’s the plan, Nattie. We got work to do. Enjoy the beach.”
The snow was coming down hard, so their company was leaving a day early to make sure they got to the airport.
“You stay warm, Hoss.” Nate grinned. “Don’t get too froze.”
“I won’t. Dillon’s making a fire up right now.” A fire, popcorn, and blankets on the sofa. Coke was ready.
“Cool.” Tracy came over and hugged him, too. “You be good to him. He’s got it bad for you.”
“I am good to him. You take care of all my babies. Love y’all. Call me at Christmas.”
“We will, Hoss.” Nate and Tracy started herding kids, and Dillon came back in to hug and kiss everyone before corralling the pups.
He waved and grinned and watched until they were just a dot, then he sighed, smiled. Lord knew he loved folks, but it was time to have himself a cowboy.
Dillon let the puppers out, let them in, dried them off, then turned to him. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, cowboy.” He grinned. “We’re alone again.”
“We are! It’s amazing. I got the fire going in the front room and in the firepit that you and Nate put out by the hot tub.”
Look at that. Dillon giving him choices.
“Let’s take a dip, then spend the evening on the couch.” Dillon was a champion snuggler, especially when there were Christmas specials to watch.
“That sounds like a plan. I think there might be Rudolph on tonight.” Dillon started stripping right down. They’d begun leaving their robes by the back door. Dillon was promising to get a towel-warming rack.
He had been working on a back yard eating, soaking, relaxing area. Coke wanted to come up for a few weeks in the summer, make it all ready for next year.
This whole snow thing made it hard to get out and do.
But he had plans. Dillon helped him on with his robe, and they went out, the cold taking his breath for a moment.
The snow was coming down, though, and it was a wee bit magical.
They hurried to the hot tub, the fire out there sparkling and bright.
“Mmm. I should have made hot chocolate.” Dillon had made sure the decking around the hot tub was clear, so they could slip right in.
“We’ll make some inside.” He watched the bassets bursting through the doggie door to say hi, then barreling back in.
Chuckling, Dillon floated close. “We need to get you a hat. Like a knitted one. I’ll tell Susan.”
He snorted, grabbed that lean body, and drew Dillon onto his lap. “She a knitter?”
“She’s something. I’m not sure what. She has all this yarn…”
“Yeah.” He could sort of get it. He had a workshop.
“I mean more yarn than she could ever use.” Dillon chuckled. “Kind of like my iTunes.”
“Ah.” That, he got. “You have the best music, though.”
“I try.” Dillon did a little dance of some kind, sloshing water all over.
“Oh…dancing. Love your dancing.”
“Yeah?” That always seemed to make Dillon happy, that he liked it so.
“God, yes. I… When I, you know…” He made the universal jack-off sign. “That’s what I think about.”
Dillon’s cheeks went hot, those hands coming up to touch his shoulders. “Oh.”
“I can’t help it. You move and it’s purely hot.” Better than porn.
“I’m glad you like, babe. I like you watching.” Dillon grinned, so close Coke’s eyes crossed trying to see.
Coke stole a kiss, hands on that pretty heinie, moving Dillon up against him.
“Feels so good, babe.”
“Mmmhmm.” He’d never been in a place where he was so happy to have no company.
Especially when Dillon started kissing him, mouth cool to begin with, then heating up. He moaned, hands squeezing that hot ass, rocking them together. Dillon grunted, pushing against him.
“Hungry cowboy.” He could do this forever.
“I am. I need my Coke time.” Dillon’s fingers dug into his shoulders. “I’ve gotten greedy.”
“Yes. I never wanted them to leave before.”
“I hope that’s not bad.” Dillon laughed a little. “I know they’re family.”
“They are, but…” They weren’t Dillon.
“It’s okay, babe. You would have been happy if they’d stayed until tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “I want to be able to make you come while we’re sitting on the sofa, though.” Sometimes he liked to say things to make Dillon hot.
Dillon’s pupils dilated on cue, that Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Yes. Okay.”
“Damn, cowboy.” That felt good.
“Hell, yes.” Dillon rested against him, the water pushing them together gently.
He chuckled, kissed Dillon’s forehead. “It’s snowing out there.”
“It is. I swear, it must be in your honor, to get so much this early in the season.” Those hands rubbed his neck, keeping it good and warm.
“It knows I’m not used to it.”
“There you go. You ready to dry off and snuggle?”
“You know I am.” Dillon, him, blankets, touching.
“Cool. Okay, let me get out first,” Coke had slipped once at a hotel hot tub, and ever since Dillon had insisted on being where he could help.
“Take good care of me.” He took Dillon’s hand, hopped out, and grabbed a huge, warm towel.
“Mmm.” His robe was slipped over his arms and shoulders, and Dillon led him inside.
He followed along, humming softly, the pups sitting, wagging, watching them. As soon as it was clear they were going for the couch, Pansy and Jerome hopped up and settled, blinking innocently. Coke chuckled. He’d fought the puppies on the sofa fight valiantly, and lost.
“Well, someone’s ready. I bet they want to watch Bolt.” The pups loved dog movies. It was crazy. “I think I’d rather go for Indiana Jones, eh?”
“Oh, I love that one. I saw it when I was a kid.” He hadn’t seen a lot of movies in the theater.
“Cool.” Dillon popped in the movie and bustled around, getting blankets and drinks and basically being beboppy. Coke settled on the sofa and watched. It was one of his favorite things. Ever.
That fine ass showed through, even in the robe. Like a tight little bubble. And it wiggled. He put the blanket over him, slowly rubbing his dick while he watched. By the time Dillon got back with the hot chocolate, he was on his way to happy. Dillon raised an eyebrow.
He slowed his touch. “What?”
“Starting without me?”
“Just watching you.”
“I feel like I should bump and grind, but not in front of the babies.”
“No. You’ll traumatize my Pansy.”
“Exactly.” Dillon slid in next to him on the couch, snuggling up.
He wrapped one hand around Dillon’s hip, settled the blankets. “This good?”
“This is grand.” Keying up the remote, Dillon started the movie.
“Hell, yeah.” It was perfect.
Perfect.