Chapter 34
Simon
I stare out the kitchen window when Boris turns in on his driveway. There is a Christmas tree on the roof, and Ira is out of the car moments after it's stopped.
He's grinning from ear to ear.
Boris steps out and reaches into the backseat to grab a couple of pizza boxes. He hands them over to Ira before unfastening the Christmas tree and carrying it toward my house. Uh-oh.
I haven't so much as started to plan for Christmas--I can't afford to.
Ira tumbles in through the front door, dashes into the kitchen, where he drops the pizza boxes on the table. "We got a tree!"
"I noticed."
Boris walks in behind Ira. "Where's your tree stand?"
"Eh...basement."
Boris gives me an unimpressed look. "Chop, chop, darling. We have a thirsty tree."
I roll my eyes because...I don't know. I think Boris is rubbing off on me. "Maybe we should eat while the pizza is warm and fix the tree after."
He moves closer and gathers me in his arms. "Good plan." He nuzzles my ear, then kisses behind it. I shiver and look up to find Ira grinning at me.
"Plates." I push at Boris.
Boris frowns and looks at Ira. "What did he say? Do you think aliens have been here and snatched his brain while we were away?"
"It's zombies who take brains."
"Right you are, my boy, but I think I heard him insist on plates for pizza."
I give up. I push Boris away and pull out a chair. "Let's eat."
Ira is prattling on about what they've seen at the mall, about the huge fish tank by one of the entrances and the pet store next to it.
I give Boris a sharp look. He better not have promised Ira a pet. He only grins, which makes me nervous.
When we're done eating, Ira is dancing around, unable to stay still for more than a moment. I sigh. "You know where the Christmas things are."
He nods. "Boris, come on."
Boris gets to his feet, and I'm about to tell Ira Boris doesn't have to help him, but Boris is as excited as Ira is, and I shake my head.
The moment Ira is out of the room, he moves toward me faster than should be possible, and I soon find myself in his arms. He gives me one quick but definitely not child-friendly kiss and leaves me standing there staring after him. Okay, then.
I clean off the table. There isn't much to clean, but I put the leftover pizza in the refrigerator, then I go see how they're doing.
Ira has placed the tree skirt and stand in the corner where we normally have it. Boris is holding the tree, ready to place it.
"Will you be able to fasten it?" He looks at Ira.
Ira nods, and I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the door frame, taking in the show.
A few minutes later, we have a tree. It's leaning slightly to the left, but Boris' solution is to turn it, so it's leaning in toward the corner instead of out into the room. I say nothing.
"Can we decorate it?" Ira is giving me a pleading look.
"Tomorrow. It's time for you to head to bed."
He groans and gazes longingly at the tree.
Boris hauls him up into his arms. "Good job today, buddy. I never could've done it without you."
Ira grins, and my heart melts a fraction. Boris puts him down and ruffles his hair.
I follow Ira to the bathroom and help him brush his teeth. Then we go into his bedroom, and he yawns. It makes me smile. "Come on, in you go." I hold the cover up.
He snuggles in, and I reach for the book we're reading.
"Boris called me his son."
I still. "He did?"
"Yeah. He was talking to one of the salespeople at the mall and said I was his son."
"Oh..." I don't know what to say.
"Can I be?"
"Eh...sure. I mean, I'm your dad, but you know I'm not really your dad. I'm your uncle."
He nods slowly. "But you've always had me. Can he be my dad even though he didn't have me as a baby?"
I'm quiet for several seconds. "Do you want him to be?"
No reply comes for a long time, then he gives me a short nod. "Everyone else has two parents."
"I'm sure not everyone else has two." There have to be a couple of single moms in his class, right? He can't be the only one who doesn't follow the norm.
"Maybe, but we always get papers for two parents, like the Santa letter."
"Do you want Boris to be your dad only so he can fill out the second sheet of paper you get for a few assignments?"
If Boris and I do this mate thing, he'll always be there, right? It's what he's saying, isn't it? He'll be part of our lives forever.
He snorts. "No, Dad." Then he rolls his eyes, and it's clear he's spent too much time with Boris. "I don't want you to fight with him again. I like it better when he's with us instead of in his house."
I nod. "Right." I open the book. "Where were we?"
I start reading where we left off, but it doesn't take many minutes before his eyelids are drooping. I put the book away, kiss his forehead, and turn off the bedside lamp.
When I exit his room, I find Boris on the couch in the living room, flipping through the channels on the TV.
"Hi." I slump down next to him, and he pulls me close.
"Hi." His whisper tickles my hair. "Is he asleep?"
I hum. "Think so, his eyes were closing despite him trying to stay awake."
Boris smiles and kisses my temple. "How are you feeling?"
"Feeling?" I give him a skeptical look. "I'm good, why?"
"Well...I was thinking I could make you feel better."
I snort, but..."How much better?"
His eyes shift color. Damn. "Oh, honey."
I laugh, but before I know what's happening, I'm on my back with Boris on top of me. He kisses his way up my throat before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.
"I want you naked." His words brush against my wet lips. "I want to fuck you, bury myself in your delectable ass, then I want to bite you."
I shiver. The biting doesn't sound fun.
"Or I could suck you off." He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Nah, I think I'll go with the first option."
His eyes widen so fast, I realize he didn't think I'd agree. Was it stupid to agree?
"I want to fuck you so bad I ache, Simon, but there is no hurry."
I ached too. I arch my hips and rub against him. "Make me yours."
Sharp teeth flash, and the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end.
"You already are."
I pull him down, so I can kiss him, expecting to feel sharp teeth, but I don't. His mouth is human-shaped when it meets mine. I lose myself in the sensation of his tongue caressing mine, low moans escape me, and I do nothing to halt them.
Minutes go by while we kiss and gently rock against each other, the need inside is growing sharper and sharper.
"Boris." It's nothing more than a whisper, but he flies off me and pulls me to my feet.
"Bedroom."
I lead the way, nerves gathering in a ball around my solar plexus, but then he's there, hugging me from behind and making love to my neck with wet kisses and nips.
"Fuck, you smell good." He inhales deeply only to groan.
The moment I close the door behind us, his hands are all over me, tugging and pulling at my clothes, and soon I stand naked before him.
He hasn't removed a single item of clothing.
I flush and make a motion to shield myself, but he bats my hands away before stepping close and running his big, warm palms over me.
A growl vibrates against my skin as he drops to his knees in front of me.
Hands caress my thighs up toward my throbbing cock.
I let out a shuddering breath as he leans closer.
The tip of his tongue tickles the base of my erection before swiping up the entire length. When he wraps his lips around the tip, I whimper. Then he takes me inside, swallowing more and more of me, and I have to lock my knees.
Fuck. The warm, wet heat is enough for goosebumps to wash over me, and I gently rock into Boris' mouth. He hums.
"Gah." I tilt my face toward the ceiling and bury my fingers in his hair. He bobs his head, and I curl my toes as if it would make me feel more balanced.
When he teases my frenulum with his tongue, everything is slick and tingly. I look down at him. His eyes are glowing. Without breaking eye contact, he takes me deep again, and I groan. Fuck. Heat pools in my balls, and I rock my hips without meaning to.
"Boris." I keep thrusting, quickly sliding down a slippery slope toward release. I'm not sure I want to yet, but I can't stop myself from thrusting.
"I'll come if we keep this up." My hold on his hair tightens, and I growl as he swallows around me.
Then he's gone. I whimper in disappointment, but he's in the middle of undressing, and the breath freezes in my lungs when he removes his shirt.
I knew he was fit, but damn. I don't think I've ever had a lover with six-pack abs and it has me looking down at myself. I'm a forty-two-year-old man who hasn't worked out a single time for the last seven years.
Shit.
"Hey." Strong, tattooed arms wrap around me. Full sleeves melting into the ink he has over his chest--moonlit forests and howling wolves. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
I look at him. He's shirtless, and his jeans are undone, hanging low on his hips.
His erection is straining against black underwear.
"I didn't mean to go so fast." He tightens his hold on me.
"We'll slow down, yeah?" He kisses along my jaw, then he looks into my eyes.
"What do you want? Me on my knees?" He grins.
"Eh..."
A crease forms between his brows. "Simon? Talk to me."
"You're...eh...fit."
A perplexed expression takes over his face. "What?"
I blush because, damn, do I know how to destroy the mood. "You're...and I'm...eh..." Eloquent as ever.
Boris purses his lips. "I'd love to agree, but I'm not sure what we're talking about."
Shaking my head, I look away.
"Honey? What's the problem?"
I make an annoyed sound, but I'm annoyed with myself, not him. "You look like a fucking god."