Winter’s Favorite Giveaway Day~~24

Merry Christmas, Shelton

“Hush, love. Slower. We have to make this last.”

            Shelton drew a ragged breath and tried to calm a body driven wild with passion. Nevil pushed deeper inside him and pleasure sent his mind reeling. A tingle began in his fingers and raced along his nerves, all his energy gathering in his balls and the erection being stroked by Nevil’s skillful hands.

            He blinked, distracted by the Christmas lights flashing in his eyes and over Nevil’s beautiful face above him. He lost control then, his body demanding release.

            “I can’t…” he warned even as his penis jerked in Nevil’s hands. Nevil gripped Shelton’s hips and thrust madly into him, catching up and sending them both into heaven.

*  *  *  *

Shelton rested his chin on his hand as he watched the snow come down harder outside the window. It had begun to stick to the sidewalks. The roads would be next.

“Any news?”

Shelton glanced across the table at the young man opposite him then back to the text message on his phone. “The airport’s still open, but they’re worried about ice. Nevil’s plane doesn’t land for another hour and might be diverted. Damn this snow.”

“It’s Christmas Eve. They don’t dare close the airport.”

“From your lips to…”

“Anything else, sir?”

            Shelton looked up into pale blue eyes, clear and earnest as they met his. Men shouldn’t be allowed such pretty eyes, especially surrounded by soft layers of dark hair cut in a bob at the chin.

            “I’m fine, Eran,” he said, reading the man’s name tag. “Paul?”

            Paul gave the waiter his most gorgeous smile. “Can I have another espresso?” They both reached for his empty cup and Eran pulled his hand back as if stung. Color flooded his cheeks and he murmured an apology and hastened across the room, retreating behind the counter.

            Shelton dragged his attention from the snow piling up outside to study his companion’s face. “Why don’t you ask him out?”

            “What?”

            “Don’t play innocent! You’ve been inviting me here after work for the last two weeks, then ignore me whenever you catch a glimpse of the beautiful Eran.”

            “Sorry, dear. Feeling neglected?”

            Shelton snorted. “Save your lines for Eran. But Nevil’s coming home and I won’t be able to play chaperone anymore.”

            Paul’s hazel eyes widened at a sudden thought. “I bet he thinks we’re dating. Shit.”

            Shelton felt the heat in his face. “He does not.”

A smile curled Paul’s lips. Shelton wasn’t sure he liked the teasing gleam in the green eyes. “Shelton, you’re delicious. If I hadn’t sworn off older men I’d definitely be attracted. Eran must be playing it cool because he thinks I’m with you.”

            “I could leave,” Shelton said hopefully, then realized he was talking to himself as Eran approached with Paul’s coffee. The young man gracefully skirted the crowded tables, slim in dark jeans and tee-shirt and the green apron tied around his hips.

            Paul seemed mesmerized as he took the drink from Eran. Eran nodded at his murmured thanks and lingered to wipe the edge of their table with a rag. Shelton kicked Paul in the shins.

            “Owe. I mean, I’m Paul.” Paul held out his hand. Eran colored slightly as he shook it.

            “This is my co-worker, Shelton,’ Paul continued, waving in Shelton’s direction. “I’m keeping him company while his lover’s out of town on business.”

            He hastened to explain as Shelton laughed and Eran raised a brow. “I mean, we’re just friends. If you were wondering,” he added lamely.

            A smile touched Eran’s face and he tucked a strand of Paul’s brown hair behind an ear. “In that case, I’m off work in five minutes, if you want to meet me out front.”

            Paul gaped at him and Eran’s smile widened, showing even white teeth. Shelton saw the flick of a pink tongue before he left them. Paul turned his wide hazel eyes on Shelton. “Did you hear him? Was I dreaming?”

            “Merry Christmas. Now go on. You don’t want to keep him waiting.” He waved Paul away as he hesitated. “I can catch a cab when I’m ready to go.”

            “Thanks.” Paul grabbed up his coat and surprised Shelton with a kiss on the cheek as he hurried off.

            Shelton put a hand on his cheek and remembered other, more exciting lips that had burned along his jaw and burrowed against his throat.

            “I don’t want you to go,” he’d murmured and held Nevil’s naked body closer in his arms.

            They’d lingered over a kiss, then Nevil untangled from him, giving Shelton’s spent cock a last gentle squeeze before climbing to his feet. Shelton watched the play of colored lights on Nevil’s body as he dressed, already lonely for him.

            Shelton blinked away the memory and looked at his phone. Still another twenty minutes before Nevil’s plane landed. He watched the snow thicken outside the window and said a silent prayer for everyone traveling that night. God, he just wanted Nevil home safely.

            He jumped when a snow covered coat was thrown onto an empty chair and he raised his face to meet turquoise eyes full of fire.

            “Nevil?” he whispered and hastily cleared his throat.

            For answer Nevil pulled Shelton up into his embrace. Shelton met his hungry lips with his own seeking tongue, needing to taste and touch and smell his lover.

            “How?” he managed between searing kisses.

            Nevil smiled into Shelton’s eyes. “I heard the weather report and managed to catch an earlier flight. Merry Christmas, love.”

            “It is, now,” Shelton assured him, holding the love of his life safe in his arms. He knew the words were terribly corny, but he meant them with all his heart.

            “Let’s go home,” Nevil whispered in his ear. “I want to unwrap you.”

            Shelton couldn’t speak; only hold Nevil’s hand as they walked out into the beautiful Christmas Eve snow together.

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