Gifting Dylan: A Blooming Desire Holiday Novella

by Anders Grey

  “You’re gonna fall on your ass,” I called out.

  “I haven’t yet!” he shot back.

  I laughed and urged the dogs onward. Normally I’d be mortified to be doing something so embarrassing in front of other people, but I found that I didn’t give a shit. Having fun with Dylan was worth more than any opinions strangers might have had about me.

  With the help of the dogs, I’d nearly caught up with Dylan. As familiar as he was with the layout of this place, even he couldn’t outrun a German shepherd and a golden retriever working together to chase down their prey.

  Dylan was almost in reach. I could reach out and snag the back of his coat.

  But then he slipped on a patch of ice.

  “Whoa!”

  Dylan flew, and in one comical motion, he landed on his ass. Unfortunately, he did this right in front of us, so me and the dogs crashed into him. We all yelped as we collided into a tangled pile of fur and limbs.

  Somehow, I ended up on top of him, but I didn’t move. He grinned up at me, still breathing heavily. His cheeks were deep pink from cold and exertion, but his eyes were brighter than any lights. Pure joy radiated from him like a beacon. It sunk into me, warmed my heart. I felt love deeply, all the way down in my bones.

  Something in my heart clicked into place.

  “I know you had something planned,” I said softly. “But I really, really want to kiss you right now.”

  Dylan chuckled. “Screw my plan. Kiss me, Nash.”

  I did.

  Our lips met, warm despite the cold air. The softness of his mouth surprised me. My heart raced and I held him closer. Dylan’s lips parted and his tongue slipped softly across my lower lip. I let him inside and our kiss devolved into a slow, sensual make-out.

  And then, unfortunately, the dogs tried to join in.

  “Ugh.” I groaned as Barley licked the side of my face. “No dogs allowed right now.”

  Too late. Sheba was already joining in, licking Dylan all over as he laughed and laid there like a lump, making no attempt to push her away.

  I got up and dusted the snow off. “Disgusting. See if I ever kiss you again.”

  Dylan got up, grinning like an idiot. “Oh, you will. Trust me.”

  “Not covered in dog slobber, I won’t.”

  Dylan looped his arm around mine and gave me a playful nudge. “We’ll see about that.”

  “I promise we won’t. How’s your ass, by the way? Seeing as you ate shit and landed right on it.”

  “My ass is just fine.” He winked. “It’s been through worse.”

  I rolled my eyes. “What about brain damage? How’s your head?”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. “No complaints.”

  I blushed and sighed heavily while he cackled at his own stupid joke.

  Dylan led us to our next destination, which was a wide space in the square. I saw the main attraction immediately. It was a massive Christmas tree taller than any of the surrounding buildings. Up close, I had to crane my neck back to see the entire thing.

  The tree was fully decked out in festive gear. Lights trailed across it, beautiful gold and silver that sparkled like stars. Ornaments grander than any of the ones on our tree hung from the branches. Add the sprinkling of snow, and the scene was perfectly picturesque.

  “What d’you think?” Dylan asked.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said.

  With a smile, he sidled closer to me. Our breath mingled as puffs in the cold air.

  “This is where I was planning to kiss you, by the way,” Dylan murmured close to my ear. “Since this is a romantic place, and all.”

  “Oh. That would’ve been nice,” I admitted. “Now I feel guilty for ruining your big moment.”

  Dylan’s hand caressed my cheek as he turned me to face him. The shine of the lights reflected in his eyes. His face was framed by thick blond locks, while flakes of gently falling snow landed on his hair like glitter.

  Goddamn, he’s so fucking cute, I thought.

  “You didn’t ruin my moment,” Dylan murmured, running his thumb over my cheek. “Crash landing in a pile with you on top of me? In the snow? Surrounded by people?” He smiled. “It was the perfect first kiss.”

  I blushed harder. In the moment, I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that people could be watching. All I wanted was Dylan’s mouth on mine. But in hindsight, I didn’t feel the anxiety or fear I thought I would. When I was with Dylan, other people’s opinions didn’t matter at all. He was more important than any of them.

  “Then I’m glad you think so,” I said.

  He grinned. “But… I would like to kiss you again here, like in my original plan.”

  My heart did a backflip. “Do it. Kiss me, Dylan.”

  Not wasting a second, his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in and captured my lips. I let out a soft sound of happiness. Dylan pulled me closer, his arms around my back in a comforting grip. I felt safe. I felt loved.

  When we pulled away, our hair was both shimmering with a layer of freshly fallen snow. Had we been kissing for that long?

  “I want to take you home and do things to you,” I blurted out.

  A flicker of desire burned in Dylan’s eyes. He licked his lips and wiggled his brows. “Oh? Then take me.”

  I grabbed his hand and dashed back to his truck as fast as my legs would carry me.

  10

  Dylan

  We didn’t make it to the bedroom. Nash pushed me into the couch and straddled my waist. The lights on the tree illuminated him from behind, giving him a warm golden glow like a halo. He was so handsome.

  “You look like a sexy angel,” I murmured.

  His lip quirked but he didn’t stop wrangling the clothes off my body. I laid there and arched my back, making it easier for him to undress me.

  I sighed contentedly. “I’m lucky.”

  Nash glanced up at me. “You? Why?”

  “‘Cause I get to spend the holidays with a hot guy whose secretly really nice and not even that much of a grinch, even though he likes to think he is.”

  He scoffed. “I’m not that nice. Especially not compared to you.”

  “Keep telling yourself that.” I smirked. “But I know the real you, and you’re a big softie.”

  Nash scowled, but it only endeared me to him more. I loved teasing him and getting him all riled up when I knew he didn’t mean it.

  He tossed my belt aside and made quick work of the rest of my clothes until I was naked on the couch. I shuddered against the cool air, but it only lasted for a moment. Nash threw off his shirt and his bare chest was on mine in the next second. The heat of our bodies together made me sigh happily.

  He kissed me again—soft and quick pecks at first, then nibbling my lip and slipping his tongue inside. The behavior was incredibly cute, like he had just learned to kiss for the first time and was trying out every possible combination. I just ran my fingers through his hair and enjoyed the ride.

  Soon I felt his hard bulge brush against my leg. I loved knowing that kissing alone had turned him on so badly. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply before pulling away. I gasped for air, out of breath, and he did the same. Both our faces were flushed and our eyes glazed with desire.

  I shifted my hips so that my cock brushed against Nash’s, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he mumbled.

  “I’ll tell you a secret.” I reached down, fumbled with his underwear and freed his cock from its confines. “It feels even better without fabric in the way.”

  Nash’s eyes widened and he let out a silent cry that melted into a moan as I pumped our bare cocks together.

  “Oh, god, Dylan…”

  My strokes were lazy but firm, building up the pleasure kindling inside us. I wanted this to be nice and slow, not a quick fuck. I wanted to show Nash how much I cared about him.

  I wanted to—dare I say it?—make love.

  “Kiss me,” I ordered.

  Our lips
met, more desperate this time. Nash shuddered every time I pumped our cocks, and soon his arms began to tremble.

  “Want to switch places?” I asked.

  “No.” His voice was thick with arousal. “It’s hot that you’re taking the lead from beneath me.”

  I licked my lips, feeling satisfied with how far gone he was already. “Heh. You’re right.” I squeezed gently, feeling the warm girth of our dicks tighten beneath my hand. “I’ll make you feel good, Nash.”

  He whimpered and bit his lip, nodding. Vulnerability was clear as day on his expression. I loved that he trusted me enough to show me this side of him.

  “How many times d’you think I can make you cum?” I asked teasingly.

  He grunted. “Don’t know. More than once, definitely. I already feel full to bursting.”

  “Do you want to?”

  With a thick swallow, he shook his head. “Not yet. Feels good.”

  “You’re so cute.” I chuckled as I ran my thumb in circles over his slit, making him cry out. “I love watching your reactions.”

  “Shut the hell up.”

  “Kiss me and I will.”

  Our mouths crashed together frantically. There was no more chaste kissing—it was all wet tongues and hot breath. Nash whimpered into my mouth and I swallowed all his little noises.

  He began bucking his hips, chasing the friction faster. I let him set the pace. Even if I had the illusion of control, he could cum whenever he wanted to.

  “You’re so cute, baby,” I murmured.

  As the pet name slipped out, affection flashed in his eyes. His body tensed and he shuddered. A moment later he came with a cry, shooting a jet of cum across my belly. I was pushed over the edge by his reaction and finished a second after him.

  Nash slipped down so we were chest-to-chest. Our heavy breathing mingled together.

  “God, fuck you,” he mumbled.

  I grinned. “What’d I do?”

  “I’m still horny.”

  “Good. That means I get to play with you more.”

  He lifted his head and I saw his flustered face. His hair was mussed up and he looked completely undone. I smiled knowing I was the one who did that to him.

  “Do you want to try something else?” I asked.

  Nash seemed apprehensive. “Do you mean… anal?”

  “Not necessarily. There’s more to gay sex than anal, you know.” I chuckled. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I promised, stroking his face. “This is supposed to be fun, remember? If that means blowjobs all night, that’s fine with me. As long as I get to spend it with you.”

  Nash blew out a breath. “Dylan, if anyone’s a sexy angel, it’s you.”

  “What? It’s true.”

  He gently knocked on my forehead with his knuckles. “You’re sweeter than that disgusting candy cane whatever you made me drink.”

  “You loved it,” I teased.

  Nash didn’t miss a beat. “No, but I love you.”

  My eyes widened. Nash and I stared at each other. I expected him to sputter and choke and take it back—but he didn’t.

  “Nash,” I murmured.

  “Um. Is—is that okay for me to say?” he asked.

  I took his face in my hands. His cheeks were soft and warm, burning like a furnace. I smiled at him.

  “Yes, Nash, it’s okay,” I said. “It’s more than okay. In fact, I’d like to hear it again.”

  He swallowed thickly. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and full of emotion, and he never took his eyes off me. “I love you.”

  A joyful laugh bubbled up from within me and I broke into a huge grin. “I love you, too, baby.”

  I kissed him to seal the deal. Nash sighed contentedly and melted into it. I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to ever let him go.

  When the kiss broke apart, we were both hard as fuck again.

  I grinded my leg against Nash’s cock, eliciting a low groan from him. He peered down at me with half-lidded eyes heavy with lust.

  “I… I want to try,” he murmured.

  I smiled patiently. “Which position? If it’s easier for you, I don’t mind getting pounded. Love it, in fact.”

  I playfully spread my legs and crossed them in the air to show him my ass. His eyes drifted down curiously and he licked his lips.

  “You don’t mind?” he asked.

  I snorted. “Why would I mind? Taking it in the ass rules. Here, pass me my jacket.”

  He grabbed it for me and watched as I pulled out a condom and a pocket-sized bottle of lube. Nash raised an amused brow.

  “You just carry this stuff around with you all the time?” he asked.

  My teeth made quick work of the condom packaging and I handed it to Nash along with the lube. “No. Only when I have a feeling I might be intimate with a hottie. And before you get all jealous, that’s you, by the way.”

  He blushed. “Good.”

  After getting prepared, I lifted my ass and shook it for him, making my ass cheeks jiggle. Laughing at my antics seemed to calm Nash down and ease his nerves. Sex was supposed to be fun, after all. What was the point if you couldn’t laugh during it?

  He braced his hands on my thighs. “Okay. Are you ready?”

  “Yup.”

  I felt the pressure of his cock head pushing against my hole. I relaxed for him, letting out a long sigh. With the help of the lube, Nash slipped inside. Both of us groaned in pleasure.

  “Holy fuck, your ass is tight,” he mumbled in awe. I gave my muscles a quick clench, loving the way Nash squirmed. “God, that feels good.”

  I smiled, happy he was enjoying himself. “You all the way in yet?”

  “No.”

  He dug his fingers into my skin as he pushed in deeper with a grunt. I felt the familiar burning sting of my hole being stretched—then it eventually gave way to thick pleasure. My cock throbbed and my balls tightened with need. I reached down to lazily stroke myself as Nash buried his cock in my ass.

  “I can’t believe how hot and tight you are. Fuck.”

  “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” I asked.

  “Do people know about this? Like, have they heard?”

  I laughed, and the contraction of my muscles tightening around Nash’s cock must have sent a jolt of pleasure through him because he moaned openly. The sound was so hot my dick twitched. I wrapped my hand around myself tighter and began to pump in rhythm with Nash’s movements.

  Soon he found his rhythm. Nash pulled his hips back and thrusted over and over until he was fucking me steadily. As he gained confidence, he grasped my thighs harder, using them to brace his thrusts. Wanton moans fell from my lips. My cock felt like steel in my grip. Every time Nash pounded me, sparks of pleasure exploded behind my eyes.

  “Nash, fuck me harder, baby,” I cried.

  He gritted his teeth and arched over me. Sweat dripped down his brow from the effort. Both our lust-fueled voices filled the air, along with the obscene slap of skin-on-skin. I’d never been so turned on in my life. His cock was huge, hitting the deepest parts of me, and it was intensely satisfying.

  “Nash,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “More, please, fuck.”

  I threw my arm around his neck. He hiked my legs up, allowing him to hit a deeper angle, and I gasped. I hissed in pleasure, unable to make words anymore. The hot, tight pressure of his cock slamming into me was too much to bear.

  I jacked myself off faster and faster as I reached the brink. The pooling pleasure erupted. I came with a loud cry, splattering cum all over Nash’s chest.

  It wasn’t a moment later that Nash’s body stiffened, and he let out a loud groan—a sound that went straight to my balls. He came for a long time before finally collapsing on me. He rested for a second before he pulled out, muttering, “Need to escape or I’ll get hard again…”

  I laughed. “Would that be so bad?”

  “I dunno about you, but I’m beat,” he mumbled. “Two orgasms knocked the life out of me.”

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nbsp; I grinned and traced a finger over the cum on his chest. “I wonder if I could get a third out of you.”

  There was a flicker of lust in his exhausted eyes. “Shit. You can sure as hell try.”

  Spoiler alert: I got it.

  11

  Nash

  I woke up on the couch. The air was cool, but I had a blanket draped over me that I didn’t recall putting there. As I shivered, I realized my whole body was sore, and when I remembered why, I blushed.

  Right. Three rounds of the best sex I ever had with the hottest and sweetest guy ever.

  Bleary eyed, I reached for my phone to check the time. 9 AM. At least it was a decent time to wake up. But my eyes widened when I saw the date—December 24th. How the hell was it Christmas Eve already?

  Then I realized something else.

  Dylan wasn’t here.

  My consciousness went into high gear immediately. I shot up on the couch and looked around. With a sigh of relief, I saw that Barley was still in the dog bed with Sheba. The two of them curiously lifted their sleepy heads and blinked at me. Apparently, they’d been cuddling all night. Maybe Dylan was right and they were lesbian dogs after all.

  Seeing the golden retriever slightly calmed my nerves. If Barley was here, that meant Dylan had to be too. He wouldn’t just run off without her.

  “Dylan?” I called. No response.

  I searched the kitchen, then the bathrooms, then every room in the house. Dylan was nowhere to be found. The dogs trailed behind me like a pair of enthusiastic but unhelpful assistants. If this was a cartoon, I could show Barley a piece of Dylan’s clothing and ask her to track him down, but I knew that wasn’t how it worked in real life.

  I sighed. “Where the hell is he?”

  A seed of doubt planted itself in my mind. Had Dylan left?

  Maybe he decided he doesn’t want to be with someone like you after all, a dark voice in my head spat bitterly.

  I stopped dead in my tracks. Was that true? I bit my lip as my nerves began to fray. Did he think we were moving too fast? I panicked thinking about how I’d told him I loved him last night in the heat of the moment. Of course, I meant it, but did it scare him off?