Chapter seventeen Cole
Chapter seventeen
Cole
Christmas Holiday
Lying in my bed, I contemplated the time off I had before I needed to be on the track for final practice before the Supercross series started in January.
I’d never spent this much time away from a track since I was six.
Probably. I’d had a few weeks of practice since Nationals finished in September, and we had the race bike adjusted how we wanted it.
Fischer and his team were amazing. I’d thought my old mechanics at KTM were great, but Fischer blew me away.
He had the bike ready. That Toyota was humming. And I was ready.
I’d spent hours and hours with Brian. We worked through issues, and I was able to get into a better headspace for racing. Everyone had fast bikes on the track. The ones who won had experience and attitude. Brian helped me tap into the right attitude so I could let my experience show.
Now I had to get through the next two weeks, and hopefully, I’d be spending most of that with Nix, but I had to make some time for my parents, too.
Calling Nix was first on my list of things to do. I grabbed my phone and tapped his number.
“Yeah?” he answered sounding sleepy. He was sexy as hell first thing in the morning with bed rumpled hair, and I wanted a lot more of that.
“Is it too early? Did I wake you?”
“Nah, I had to get up to answer the phone anyway.”
“Haha. I want to see you, smartass.”
“Fuck.” I heard Nix moving around. “What fucking time is it? You know my flight was late.”
“I know grumpy ass. How about you stay in bed, and I’ll come over and join you?”
Before I finished talking, Nix muttered, “That’s twice you called me ass.”
“Maybe because I miss your ass.”
“Then get over here.”
“As you wish!” I spewed the line from the cheesy film he loved to watch, and it made him laugh. This break was going perfectly. “I’m on my way.”
Christmas with Nix was amazing. I took him to Stone Mountain Park for the Galactic Tubing event. He didn’t even know about it, and it was one of my favorite things. The lights were purple, pink, red and turned the lanes blue. It was like a nightclub crossed with snow sledding.
We stood at the top of the hill, looking down. “Oh boy.” Nix rubbed his gloved hands together. The sled was at his feet.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done this.”
“What? You’ve never been sledding? Even I’ve been sledding.”
Nix glared at me. “I’m a southern boy. I’m not too happy about snow.
It’s one of the reasons I transferred to Orlando for college.
” He jutted his chin out as if daring me to challenge his love of summer.
“I hated New York weather.” The colored lights caressed his face, turning his masculine features into something otherworldly.
I wanted to kiss him, but I was afraid of what all these other people would think.
I looked around. Not one person was paying attention to us. And I was an idiot. I took a breath like Brian taught me and took the leap. I leaned over and kissed him right on the lips.
Nix smiled so brightly he outshined the laser lights zipping around.
“Come on. This is going to be a blast.”
I loved the way my stomach leaped when we went down the hill. I loved the chill in the air. Most of all I loved sharing the moment with Nix.
After a few more rounds of sledding, we headed out, stopping at a little bar in the village at the foot of the hill. We drank hot cocoa with Baileys and rum to warm up, then headed across town to Nix’s house.
Nix got the fire going, not something I exactly knew how to do.
We didn’t have a fireplace and never went camping, at least not that kind of camping.
Growing up racing, we’d lived in RVs and used camping stoves, but not open fires.
The flames leaped and danced, and we sat on a blanket in front of it.
I stretched my fingers out across the soft fabric, inching them closer to Nix’s hand.
He took furtive glances at me, and I wondered what he was thinking. Then I finally found his fingers and gripped them gently in mine. “I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too.” Nix turned to look at me full on. The lights had played across his cheeks earlier and now the shadows of the fire did, making his eyes sparkle. It was becoming a favorite thing for me.
When I moved in to kiss him this time, he leaned in, too.
Our lips brushed, and I slipped my tongue out, teasing and questing after his.
I was not disappointed. I’d never known how much I would love kissing, but kissing Nix was even better than watching lights on his face.
Contact with him was exhilarating. I absolutely had to have more.
I ran my palm up his arm to his shoulder and tugged him closer.
Our kiss grew deeper, hotter. Nix let go of my hand to drag his through my short hair.
I’d never wanted it long until now. What would it feel like to have Nix tugging longer strands?
Although I might never find out, Nix would know.
I grabbed his hair, and he moaned into my mouth.
Leaning forward, I slowly pushed him down to the floor, crowding him, owning him, doing whatever I could to mark him as mine. I writhed on top of him.
Nix grabbed my waist. “You’re so small, yet so powerful. Fucking turns me on.”
I practically growled at his remark. “Everything about you turns me on.”
“Good. Then get your shirt off.”
We spent a few minutes pulling at fabric and stripping each other down to nothing. When I had Nix laid out in front of me, naked, the glow of the fire turning his skin orange, my mouth watered, and my cock jumped. “Nix…”
“Yes. Anything, Cole. Yes.”
“I want you. Need you.”
“Me too.”
I wanted inside him, but I didn’t want to get up and get lube and had no idea if he’d prepped.
It would be easier to get off together without all of that.
I straddled him, lining up our cocks, then I took us both in hand.
Nix added his and we stroked together. The heat between us grew hotter than the fire beside us.
I couldn’t help myself—I wiggled and moaned with each stroke.
“Ah…more…” Nix squeezed a little harder.
“Yes.” I thrust into our combined hands, along the length of Nix’s cock.
All the dirty things I wanted to do with him rushed through my mind.
I came like a geyser, shooting out over our hands and up his stomach, a few drops landing on his chest. I wanted to drag my fingers through it, but he needed to get off first, so I tightened my grip.
“Come for me, baby. I want to see you shoot.”
Nix grunted twice, flexing his hips up, chasing that orgasm. Then he shot off with another grunt, that had my dick reacting again. I ignored it and did what I wanted. I rubbed Nix’s body, using our jizz as a lotion. I flicked one of his nipples, making him chuckle. “I need a shower now for sure.”
“Later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this. Being with you.”
“When the hell did you get so romantic? I know you didn’t pick that up on the track.” Nix rolled to his side, facing me.
“Maybe it was in there all along? Maybe I needed someone like you to bring it out?”
“That’s too mushy.” Nix shoved my shoulder, and I lay on my back.
“I guess there’s a fine line between romantic and cheesy?”
Nix laughed, and it was as contagious as it was glorious. I was determined to enjoy the moment, because we’d have to go over to my parents’ house soon. I dreaded how that would go.
We drove over after dinner on Christmas Eve. My mom came, practically running, from the kitchen. She looked us both over as we stood side by side in the doorway, then she burst forward and hugged me. “So glad y’all are here.”
“Thanks, Mom. This is Nikolai Braumere, he goes by Nix.”
The uncertainty that flashed over her face couldn’t be missed, but then it was gone. Like a true southern lady, she hugged him. “Welcome to our home, Nix. Come on in y’all. There’s pie and coffee in the kitchen.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Lindt.”
“Oh, no, none of that. You can call me Mary.” She patted his shoulder and directed us through the living room. Then she set the pie on the table in the breakfast nook. “How do you like your coffee?”
“Black is fine.”
“Oh, yes. And this is good coffee, but a little cream makes it better with the pie. Don’t you think, Cole?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I sat at the table and let Mom dish out apple pie and coffee with cream. I winked at Nix, and he smiled shyly. My mom could be pushy. I’d learned to pick my battles over the years and cream wasn’t one I wanted to have, especially on Christmas Eve with Nix here.
“Your dad will be home shortly. He had a few errands. Last minute Christmas stuff, I suspect.” They loved Christmas. They’d made mine special growing up, and that was something I’d never forget. “We can open one present when he gets home.”
“Mom. I don’t have extra presents. I didn’t think we were going to do that.”
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I have one for each of you, that’s enough.”
I took a sip of my coffee. Some things never changed. I leaned in toward Nix and whispered. “Warning. It’s probably pajamas.”
“Cole.” She tossed a pecan at me. “Shush.”
I laughed. As if it was some big secret.
That’s what we always opened on Christmas Eve.
We finished coffee and pie, and I washed up the dishes, then we waited in the living room until Dad showed up.
Three stockings hung below a fake mantel on the wall.
Mom. Dad. Cole. The same ones we’d had as long as I could remember.
Nostalgia settled in my gut. I wanted that.
With Nix. All of it. Maybe that would be a Christmas present for my mom in a few years.
Maybe we could have kids. I looked at Nix.
He was gorgeous. Maybe he could be the donor.