I'll Runaway for the Holidays

by Stephani Hecht

  Anson started to wrap his fingers around both of their dicks, but Scott batted his hand away. “I’m the one supposed to be doing this.”

  “Then get to it already,” Anson returned, his tone good natured.

  Anson leaned back against the washer, his eyelids fluttering shut. Scott allowed himself a brief moment to enjoy the beautiful sight before him. When Anson let out another impatient sound, Scott wrapped his hand around both their lengths and began to slowly stroke. Anson whimpered, his entire body jerking in response.

  “You like that?” Scott goaded, a heady sense of power going through him at the realization that Anson was completely under his control.

  “Yes,” Anson replied right before a mewl burst past his lips.

  Scott kissed him, capturing whatever other beautiful noises Anson may have produced. While Scott would have loved to hear every single one of them, he didn’t want to alert the rest of the house as to what was happening literally under their feet.

  Anson began to return the kiss with the same urgent need that burned inside Scott. The friction of their cocks rubbing together had been just as he’d imagined, hot and decadent. Scott increased the pace, desperate to find release while at the same time not wanting the pleasure to ever end.

  Pre-come slicked his fingers, making for smoother strokes. Scott took advantage of it, moving even quicker, every now and again adding a gentle squeeze into the mix. Just as the pressure began to build up in his balls, Anson’s body stiffened as he let out a muffled cry.

  Hot waves of semen splashed over Scott’s fingers. He glanced up in time to see the mask of sheer pleasure wash over Anson’s face. It looked so raw…so beautiful that even if Scott hadn’t been jacking off, he still would have come. He tore his lips away as he shot off, his come mixing with the stickiness Anson already left behind.

  “Shit, look at the mess we made,” Anson declared, breathless.

  Scott looked down and saw that large smear of come covering his fingers and Anson’s shirt. “Oops.”

  Anson pulled a face that only served to make him cuter. “That’s easy for you to say. None of it got on your clothes.”

  “Yeah, just here.” Scott held up his hand before he twisted enough to reach the utility sink.

  He rinsed off, wincing a bit at the sting the cold water left behind. He turned back around, just in time to see Anson peel off his soiled shirt. Even though he’d just come, Scott found himself riveted at the sight of Anson’s bare chest. Before he could stop himself, Scott leaned forward and licked one of Anson’s nipples.

  “Stop it or else we’ll never get back upstairs,” Anson admonished as he gave Scott’s shoulder a playful slap.

  “Would that be such a bad thing?” Scott asked as he swirled his tongue around in a lazy circle.

  “It would be if it was Madison who came down. I think we scarred her enough for one day.

  Scott sighed regretfully before straightening. “I guess you have a point.”

  Anson pulled a T-shirt from his pile, giving it a quick sniff-test before pulling it on. Scott choked back laughter at the bright orange color. “You joining Madison’s cult?”

  “I just want to rub the color into Nora’s face a little more.”

  “You are a brat.”

  Anson shrugged. “I guess the way she always picks on Madison gets to me sometimes. I love my aunt and everything, but she can dance on my last nerve.”

  “Isn’t that what family is supposed to do?”

  The question wasn’t entirely hypothetical, since Scott had no clue as to how normal relationships worked. A sense of sadness slammed into him as he realized that no matter how fucked up Anson’s family may be, Scott would give anything to have even one piece of that. Something on his face must have given away his inner thoughts, because Anson came over and wrapped his arms around Scott’s waist.

  “You won’t ever be alone, either,” Anson promised before giving him a soft kiss.

  A cold wash of fear hit him as Scott realized just how much he wanted that to be true. But did he dare put himself out there for rejection like that? After a lifetime of getting the icy shoulder from his parents, he didn’t know if he could survive receiving the same treatment from Anson.

  “Thanks,” he replied lamely for lack of knowing what else to say.

  Anson frowned as if not buying it, before he grabbed Scott’s hand and led him to the stairs. They were halfway up before Anson turned. He nervously nibbled on his bottom lip for a second before he blurted, “Look, Scott, I don’t know if you feel the same way about me that I do for you. I wasn’t going to push you for an answer, but I have to know that you feel at least something for me and this isn’t all just a fling.”

  Scott grasped for a response. Something that could convey that, while he did have feelings for Anson, Scott didn’t know if he were even capable of having a normal relationship. As the seconds of silence ticked by, Scott could feel the tension building between them. He tried to avert his eyes, but instead found himself locked into Anson’s gaze. The hurt so evident on Anson’s face hit Scott like a punch to the gut. It doubled when Anson dropped his hand and backed away. Almost as if Anson couldn’t stand the thought of even touching him anymore. Desperate to recapture that connection, he reached out, only to have Anson jerk away.

  “Don’t.” Anson backed up another step. “Was this all some kind of game to you? Fuck poor, stupid, pathetic Anson so he can fall in love with you again?”

  “No, I swear it wasn’t anything like that.” Scott reached up again, but drew his hand back when Anson flinched away.

  “The sad thing is that I am pathetic. I actually let myself think I was something other than a fuck to you.”

  Scott scrambled his mind, trying to figure out a way to rectify this situation that had gone south so quickly. “You’re more than that to me.”

  But his words fell on deaf ears because Anson had already turned around. He pounded up the steps. Scott only hesitated a second before he gave chase. Anson proved to be a quick bugger, though, and Scott didn’t catch up until they’d reached the front door.

  Unfortunately, their path led past the dinner table and even more unfortunately, the entire family got up and followed them. Scott decided to ignore them for the moment. He grabbed Anson by the arm. “Will you stop acting like such a brat? You can’t go out in the cold with just a T-shirt on. You’ll freeze to death.”

  Anson let out a brittle laugh. “At least since I’m wearing orange, you’ll be able to find my body in the snow.”

  “Is that supposed to be funny?”

  “No, for the first time in my life I can’t find a damn thing humorous about this situation.” Anson jerked free, then walked out, slamming the door behind him.

  Scott stared at it for several heartbeats, almost as if he could will Anson back. The desire to chase after the brat and pin him down until he listened was strong, but Scott held back. Some part of him hoped that the time apart from each other would allow them both to calm down. If not to talk, then to at least get a grip on their emotions.

  Scott completely forgot about the rest of the family being there until he heard someone pointedly clearing their throat. Turning around, he found himself facing several angry glares, all except Madison who held her hands up as she mouthed, Smooth.

  “I think I’ll skip dinner and go up to bed,” Scott said.

  Not waiting for an answer, he did the cowardly thing and fled as fast as his feet could carry him. All the while he cursed himself for being an idiot. Anson had given him the best gift ever, his love, and Scott had foolishly thrown it back in his face.

  CHAPTER 7

  Okay, so maybe storming out in the middle of winter hadn’t been one of his smarter moves. Anson sat on the edge of his bed, shivering so violently it actually hurt. All the while he blamed Scott for every ache and discomfort.

  “Stupid ass. If he’d only have the courage to admit that there’s something between us. But, nooooooo…he has to continue with the stupi
d, stoic caveman routine. I should have thrown his ass out in the snow instead of stomping off myself,” Anson muttered as he took off his soggy socks.

  “And now I’m talking to myself. This just gets better and better. Pretty soon, I’ll be sitting next to Nora, tipping back cheap vodka and beer. May as well buy a lacy bra and get it over with.”

  The unwelcome sound of someone knocking on his door, roused Anson from his dip into insanity. “Go away!” he snarled at the door.

  When it opened, he almost let lose another verbal assault, but he quickly sucked in the words when he saw his grandfather come in. Anson frowned as he noted the elderly man’s pajamas were mismatched, the top blue while the pants were a bright red. He also wore only one slipper, is other foot clad in a holey, gray sock.

  “Sorry, about that.” Anson gave what he hoped passed for a smile.

  Grandpa didn’t acknowledge the apology. He just shuffled over and sat on the edge of the bed. “The last Christmas your grandmother was alive she gave me a box of Kleenex as a present.”

  Anson blinked stupidly a few times, not sure he’d heard that correctly. “Huh?”

  Again his comment was ignored. “She wrapped it up all pretty, with this great big bow. When I asked her what it meant, she called me an ungrateful didiot and bopped me on the back of the head.”

  “Didiot?” Anson echoed, not sure if he was even being heard.

  This time he got an answer. “Yeah, I guess that’s two steps below an idiot. Whatever it meant, I know it wasn’t good because she always used it when she was good and pissed.”

  Anson shrugged as he scooted over and sat closer to the elderly man. “She probably didn’t like her gift being dissed.”

  “The year before that it was nylons.”

  “Nylons?”

  “Yes, nylons. What are you, a damn parrot?” Grandpa demanded with uncharacteristic anger.

  “Sorry.” Anson held his hands up in the peace gesture. “I just don’t understand where this story is going.”

  “That’s because you never did listen well. Just like when I told you to always remember to close the lid of that damn turtle’s cage. I’m trying to make a very poignant point here, goddamn it.”

  That shocked Anson into silence. Not the cussing, but the fact that his grandfather was opening up, however odd the info may be. While Gramps had always been loving, Anson could count the times on one hand that they’d actually had a heartfelt conversation.

  Gramps gave one final scowl before continuing. “However crappy the gifts may have been, I learned to treasure them. During the last few years, your grandmother’s mind may not have been all there, but she was still trying to tell me in her own way that she loved me.”

  “That’s sweet, but—”

  Gramps cut him off with a slicing motion. “That boy loves you, Anson. It’s just harder for him to show it.”

  “So are you saying he’s going senile like Grandma did?”

  That earned him a quick smack on the back of the head. Anson rubbed away the hurt and said, “Okay, I guess I deserved that one. How did you figure out about me and Scott?”

  “I’ve known you’ve had it bad for him for years now.”

  Shock coursed through Anson as he gaped like some kind of idiot. “You’ve known all this time that I was gay? How?”

  “Because everything that you were feeling back then, all the confusion and fear…I went through it myself.”

  At that point Anson actually pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re gay?”

  For a second he thought yet another question would be ignored, but then Gramps gave a curt nod. “Nobody ever knew before I just told you.”

  “Not even Grandma?”

  “I think she suspected, but she never confronted me on it.” Gramps pointed a finger at Anson. “Don’t get me wrong. I loved her dearly, but not it the way a husband should a wife.”

  “So why did you marry her in the first place?”

  “Because that’s what was expected of me. Things weren’t as easy for us back then. I couldn’t be open like you.”

  “Yeah, it’s not so easy even now sometimes,” Anson replied, his mind spinning from the revelation. “I guess that explains why Dad was your only kid.”

  They were silent for a few moments before Anson asked, “I’m glad that you shared this with me, but I don’t understand why you picked now.”

  “Because I don’t want you to make the same mistake I did. There was someone before your grandma, a man who I loved more than anything, and I pushed him away. I’ve regretted it ever since and I don’t want to see you suffer through that pain.”

  “I won’t. I already came out to everyone, so I don’t have to hide who I am anymore.”

  Gramps let out a frustrated growl. “That’s not what I meant. What I’m trying to tell you is that you need to fight for Scott.”

  Anson slowly shook his head. “I tried, he pushed me away. He doesn’t care for me the same way I do him.”

  “You didn’t see that boy’s face after you left. It looked like someone had hit him in the gut with a bat.”

  “So, it was probably because he felt guilty for hurting my feelings.”

  “It’s because he loves you. And he’s terrified that you’ll shun him like his parents always have.”

  Pain sliced through Anson as he realized Gramps had a point. “I could never do that to him.”

  “Then you need to prove it to him.”

  With that parting bit of advice, Gramps got up and left. Anson sat, still stunned from the entire conversation. Gramps? Gay? Who would have thunk it? Another knock sounded on the door, and Anson prepared himself for the next blow. Would it be Nora sharing all her secrets? Madison coming in to ball him out for yelling at Scott?

  A wave of excitement and relief went through him when Scott came in. Anson froze, not sure if this was a happy visit or not. Nothing on Scott’s face gave it away, either. Scott shut the door behind him and they stared at each other for several breaths.

  Scott had changed into a pair of green sleeping pants and a long sleeved black tee. It fit him perfectly, showing off all the drool-worthy chest muscles. Anson started shivering again, only this time he didn’t know if it was from cold or nerves.

  “I was worried about you,” Scott finally said.

  “It was stupid of me to run off like that. I nearly froze my balls off.”

  “You look like you’re still cold,” Scott observed, his dark gaze raking over Anson.

  “I am. So why don’t you come over here and warm me up?” Anson pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side.

  The garment had barely hit the floor before Scott reached the bed. He stood there, almost as if at a loss for what to do. Anson smiled to himself. Lucky for both of them he had plenty of ideas. He slowly undid the drawstring of Scott’s pants before cooing, “Are you going to help me out or not?”

  “That’s not why I came in here,” Scott argued, weakly.

  “It’s the least you can do.” Anson gave an exaggerated shiver. “Please, I’m so cold.”

  “Brat,” Scott growled.

  He pinned Anson to the bed. Anson let out a purr as the warmth from Scott’s body seeped into his cold limbs. Then Scott began to kiss his way down Anson’s chest and things went from warm to hot in under ten seconds. When he reached the waistband of Anson’s jeans, Scott only paused long enough to peel them off. As soon as he tossed them to the side, he began to kiss his way around Anson’s body again.

  Even though he’d hoped for it, Anson still let out a yelp of surprise when he felt the heat of Scott’s mouth on his cock. Anson fisted his hands into the sheets and bit his lip to prevent any more loud noises escaping. It proved to be near impossible though. Scott’s tongue and lips seemed to be everywhere at once. Then he felt a cold, slick finger rimming his hole and Anson nearly rose off the bed.

  “Where did you get lube?” he demanded with a long moan.

  S
cott came off his cock long enough to reply, “You’re not the only one who can be prepared.”

  Anson started to laugh, but another yelp came out as Scott began to suck him off again, at the same time he thrust a finger up Anson’s hole. Pleasure ripped though Anson as he bit back a cry. Anson covered his face with his hands as heat bloomed through his body.

  Look at that, I’m not cold anymore.

  Scott sucked in hard, his tongue twirling around Anson’s shaft. Anson dragged in a breath as he felt another finger slide inside him. The dual pleasure almost proved to be too much. Anson felt torn between begging for mercy or pleading for more. He even started chanting, “Please,” over and over, although he had no idea what he asked for.

  A tingling sensation built over him and Anson realized he had seconds before he came. He didn’t fight it, even going so far as to start thrusting into Scott’s mouth. Just as he reached the edge, Scott pulled off.

  Anson let out a frustrated cry until he heard the ripping of the condom pack. He cracked his lids open and watched as Scott slicked on the rubber. The intense look of emotion on Scott’s face washed away the last of Anson’s anger and doubts.

  Scott did love him. He may not realize it yet, or if he did, then he wasn’t ready to admit it. Anson could still see it in the man’s eyes, though. As if sensing his thoughts, Scott gave him a tender kiss.

  “I was so worried about you,” Scott whispered as he slowly pressed inside Anson.

  Anson moaned, loving the way Scott filled him so perfectly. “I’m a Michigan boy. A little cold won’t hurt me.”

  “That’s not why and you know it,” Scott said as he began to set a slow, easy pace.

  “So you do care about me.”

  “Yes, and it scares the hell out of me,” Scott growled.

  A thrill of joy went through Anson. While Scott hadn’t said the “L” word yet, he’d admitted he actually gave a damn, and that was a big victory. He wrapped his arms around Scott’s neck. “I’m not like them. I won’t ever turn my back on you.”