but I’ve been up to my elbows in turkey and breadcrumbs, and my darling daughter can’t sew on a button to save her life.”
“Because she works twelve-hour shifts at the hospital and chooses to pay people to sew for her,” Lisa replied.
Maureen scoffed good-naturedly. “She says that as if I wasn’t a nurse myself for thirty-five years.”
“But you’re superwoman, remember?” Lisa laughed and gave her mother a kiss. “All right, kids. Off to brush your teeth and go to bed, or you’ll be on the naughty list.”
As Amy gasped and headed for the stairs, Ethan rolled his eyes. “It’s not like Santa’s even re—”
“Really paying attention tonight since he’s too busy?” Tony asked with a stern look. “Santa’s a man of many talents. Now get going.” Under his breath he added, “And don’t ruin it for your sister.”
“All right, all right. Sorry.” Ethan followed Amy upstairs, with Lisa and Tony on his heels.
Jack stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “That’s me as well. Ryan, do you and Cary want to do the honors?” He nodded to the plate of shortbread.
“Either that or I put them back in the tin. I’m stuffed,” Maureen added.
“Sure. Cary and I can polish them off.” Ryan kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Mom. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas. Sleep tight.”
As his parents got settled upstairs, Ryan turned off the rest of the lamps until only the Christmas tree was lit by the fireplace. Cary stood by a window nearby, the colored lights catching in his blond hair.
“It’s snowing again.”
Ryan joined him at the window and, with a quick glance at the stairs, wrapped his arms around Cary from behind. Although Cary was broader, Ryan felt as if their bodies fit together perfectly. He kissed the back of Cary’s neck. “I feel like every Christmas wish I ever made just came true.”
Cary put his hand over Ryan’s and threaded their fingers together. “I never made any Christmas wishes, but I guess I got on the nice list this year.”
They watched the snow drifting down outside, the Christmas tree behind them reflecting softly in the glass.
“I guess we have a lot to talk about,” Cary whispered.
Ryan pressed kisses along Cary’s neck, finding a place behind his ear that made Cary’s breath hitch. “I guess so.”
Cary turned in Ryan’s arms. “But I don’t wanna talk.”
Ryan wasn’t sure how long they stood there kissing. They explored each other’s mouths slowly and deeply, and he was light-headed by the time he took Cary’s hand and led him upstairs. Somehow they made it up the ladder to the third floor while still kissing, even if they ended up in a heap on the bedroom floor at the top.
They quickly pulled their clothes off and tossed their sweaters and jeans aside. The carpet was rather worn, so Ryan pulled down his duvet and spread it out before leaning back. Cary straddled his hips, and Ryan drank in the sight of Cary’s bare skin in the cool moonlight. He ran his hands over Cary’s chest and muscular shoulders, exploring every inch.
“You look like you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” Cary blurted with a nervous laugh.
“Not like this.” Ryan propped himself up on an elbow and slowly sucked one of Cary’s nipples. “Not when I can really look.” He sucked on the other nipple and drew his fingertips down Cary’s spine before teasing the crack of his ass. He whispered against Cary’s skin. “Not when I can really touch.”
With a groan, Cary tangled his hand in Ryan’s hair and crushed their mouths together. He lengthened out on top of Ryan and thrust against him desperately. “Want you so much, Ry.”
The feel of Cary’s lean, powerful body against his own from head to toes was intoxicating. Ryan spread his legs and urged him closer. Their cocks rubbed together, and Ryan trembled with a feverish want and need . Any minute now he’d wake up and this would all be a dream, but until then he clung to Cary.
“I
“Because she works twelve-hour shifts at the hospital and chooses to pay people to sew for her,” Lisa replied.
Maureen scoffed good-naturedly. “She says that as if I wasn’t a nurse myself for thirty-five years.”
“But you’re superwoman, remember?” Lisa laughed and gave her mother a kiss. “All right, kids. Off to brush your teeth and go to bed, or you’ll be on the naughty list.”
As Amy gasped and headed for the stairs, Ethan rolled his eyes. “It’s not like Santa’s even re—”
“Really paying attention tonight since he’s too busy?” Tony asked with a stern look. “Santa’s a man of many talents. Now get going.” Under his breath he added, “And don’t ruin it for your sister.”
“All right, all right. Sorry.” Ethan followed Amy upstairs, with Lisa and Tony on his heels.
Jack stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “That’s me as well. Ryan, do you and Cary want to do the honors?” He nodded to the plate of shortbread.
“Either that or I put them back in the tin. I’m stuffed,” Maureen added.
“Sure. Cary and I can polish them off.” Ryan kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Mom. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas. Sleep tight.”
As his parents got settled upstairs, Ryan turned off the rest of the lamps until only the Christmas tree was lit by the fireplace. Cary stood by a window nearby, the colored lights catching in his blond hair.
“It’s snowing again.”
Ryan joined him at the window and, with a quick glance at the stairs, wrapped his arms around Cary from behind. Although Cary was broader, Ryan felt as if their bodies fit together perfectly. He kissed the back of Cary’s neck. “I feel like every Christmas wish I ever made just came true.”
Cary put his hand over Ryan’s and threaded their fingers together. “I never made any Christmas wishes, but I guess I got on the nice list this year.”
They watched the snow drifting down outside, the Christmas tree behind them reflecting softly in the glass.
“I guess we have a lot to talk about,” Cary whispered.
Ryan pressed kisses along Cary’s neck, finding a place behind his ear that made Cary’s breath hitch. “I guess so.”
Cary turned in Ryan’s arms. “But I don’t wanna talk.”
Ryan wasn’t sure how long they stood there kissing. They explored each other’s mouths slowly and deeply, and he was light-headed by the time he took Cary’s hand and led him upstairs. Somehow they made it up the ladder to the third floor while still kissing, even if they ended up in a heap on the bedroom floor at the top.
They quickly pulled their clothes off and tossed their sweaters and jeans aside. The carpet was rather worn, so Ryan pulled down his duvet and spread it out before leaning back. Cary straddled his hips, and Ryan drank in the sight of Cary’s bare skin in the cool moonlight. He ran his hands over Cary’s chest and muscular shoulders, exploring every inch.
“You look like you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” Cary blurted with a nervous laugh.
“Not like this.” Ryan propped himself up on an elbow and slowly sucked one of Cary’s nipples. “Not when I can really look.” He sucked on the other nipple and drew his fingertips down Cary’s spine before teasing the crack of his ass. He whispered against Cary’s skin. “Not when I can really touch.”
With a groan, Cary tangled his hand in Ryan’s hair and crushed their mouths together. He lengthened out on top of Ryan and thrust against him desperately. “Want you so much, Ry.”
The feel of Cary’s lean, powerful body against his own from head to toes was intoxicating. Ryan spread his legs and urged him closer. Their cocks rubbed together, and Ryan trembled with a feverish want and need . Any minute now he’d wake up and this would all be a dream, but until then he clung to Cary.
“I
Similar Books
