Malcolm couldn’t help it—he grinned as he pushed the door shut.
“Did you do this?” Gavin asked, turning to face him. His expression was hard to read.
“No, actually, it was the Christmas Fairy. Nasty bastard, I told him to stay out of this house.”
Gavin smiled. “After all you said about Christmas? What about that hissy fit you threw?”
“I love you,” Malcolm said simply, as if that answered everything.
Gavin smiled, and Malcolm understood the expression—pure adoration and wonder. It was such an innocent, chaste look that something seemed to clench inside of Malcolm. It was a look that only humans could have, and not all of them ever did. But Gavin was wearing that expression right now, and he was looking at Malcolm as if he could see nothing else in the world.
“I love you,” he returned the words right back to him.
And, well, Malcolm figured Christmas wasn’t all bad.
Chapter Three
“I was such an asshole,” Gavin said as he all but tore his coat off, throwing it over the couch. He couldn’t believe that Malcolm had done all this, that he’d actually spent his time decorating while Gavin had been at the party. It was just such a human thing to have done.
“We both were,” Malcolm said. He was looking very smug and proud of himself, but Gavin figured he deserved it.
“And it actually looks nice,” Gavin said playfully. “I mean, if you’d have told me that you were going to be putting all these decorations up, I would have left you instructions. I would have assumed that it would turn out to be half-assed.”
“Please, I was trying to get back in your good graces. If I’d had time, this place would look like a scene from The Nutcracker right now.”
“I’m sorry,” Gavin said. “I don’t know why I ever thought for one second that you were anything short of amazing.”
“I don’t know why either,” Malcolm said with that cocky smirk of his. After a moment, he asked, “Truce?”
“God, yes.”
Gavin went to him then and was swept weightlessly into the vampire’s arms. Malcolm’s embrace was powerful, his arms like two bands of steel around Gavin, but Gavin had no intention of trying to get away. He melted against Malcolm, fitting their bodies together like puzzle pieces.
A short noise very much like a growl left Malcolm’s throat, and his mouth covered Gavin’s hungrily. His kiss was hard and eager. One of his hands twisted into Gavin’s hair, tugging on it, and a jolt of pleasure shot down Gavin’s spine. His pulse throbbed in his ears, and he knew that Malcolm could hear it—and he knew that it turned Malcolm on.
Malcolm’s tongue traced Gavin’s lower lip, and then it delved in to explore the recesses of Gavin’s mouth. Delight webbed out in Gavin, spreading through him and setting him ablaze. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed it until this moment. Malcolm kissed him so deeply that he was sure he could feel it in his veins, singing in his blood.
His body ached and howled for more.
Pulling away slightly, Malcolm met Gavin’s gaze with his own. His eyes were gleaming in that predatory, vampire way of his, and there was a demand in the icy gray depths that Gavin knew all too well. Excitement spiked in him, and his breathing hitched slightly.
He smiled in response to the unasked question.
Malcolm kissed him again, but it was short. His mouth moved from Gavin’s lips to his jaw, following the line of the bone up to his ear. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin just beneath Gavin’s ear, sending thrills through Gavin and rocking him to his core. In only a couple of weeks, it would be their one-year anniversary, yet there were times like this where it felt new and fresh, like their first time all over again.
The vampire’s mouth moved down to Gavin’s neck next, and he pressed a hard kiss to the pulsing hollow at the base of Gavin’s throat. It was his favorite spot, Gavin knew from experience. He let his head fall back a little, and Malcolm explored the exposed area greedily, lips and teeth working together and, in their wake, leaving Gavin feeling scorched.
Gavin pushed both of his hands through Malcolm’s black hair, combing his fingers through the smooth, sleek locks. Malcolm didn’t stop kissing him, but a noise welled in his chest, rumbling in him like distant thunder. Gavin almost shivered. Malcolm went straight to his head; just his nearness was intoxicating—he was way more potent than any drink Gavin had ever had, even the disastrous bourbon-heavy eggnog.
Once more, Malcolm’s demanding lips were on Gavin’s. He kissed him fast and rough, and Gavin returned the enthusiasm without a second thought, sinking into Malcolm’s desire and letting it wrap around him like a blanket. Malcolm crushed Gavin to him, hands going possessively to his hips to hold him there. Gavin could feel Malcolm’s cock against his thigh, hard and straining against his jeans.
The knowledge that Malcolm was already rock hard sparked something in Gavin—something primal. His own kisses became urgent, his heart seeming to beat faster in his eagerness.
When Malcolm pulled away suddenly, Gavin’s lips burned in the aftermath of the kiss. He almost protested, but before he could, Malcolm started to pull at his shirt. For all his vampiric grace, his fingers fumbled with the buttons.
“How cute,” Gavin said with a breathless chuckle, earning himself a fiery look from his vampire.
Malcolm grunted in response. He fisted the silky material of the shirt in both hands and made a move as though he were getting ready to rip the material, totally forgoing the buttons.
“Oh no, no, no,” Gavin said quickly, grabbing at Malcolm’s wrists—which were hard as stone. “This is one of my only good shirts, Mal.”
For a long moment, it looked as if Malcolm was going to ignore him. But finally, his grasp on Gavin’s shirt loosened. Gavin slipped out of his boyfriend’s hold, taking a step back and reaching for the buttons himself. He smirked at Malcolm, who looked predatory, to say the least. His eyes were practically glowing.
Gavin took his time.
“You’re killing me.” Malcolm’s voice was dark and low, dangerous in all the right ways.
“Good.”
Malcolm’s nostrils flared, eyes flashing, but he didn’t move. Gavin was full-on grinning by now, very much enjoying how easy it was to tease the vampire. He kept his gaze locked with Malcolm’s as he unbuttoned the shirt slowly.
The look in Malcolm’s eyes was one of pure want, and Gavin couldn’t help but feel smug. Malcolm was so beautiful and inhuman and yet there he was, ready to worship at the altar of Gavino Martello.
Gavin shrugged out of the shirt and threw it onto the couch. He smiled again as Malcolm looked him over. He worked at a gym—he had a gorgeous body, of course. He may have thought his chin was too big or that his eyebrows were too feminine, but he had a kick-ass body and he knew it.
Suddenly, Malcolm lunged for him. He pulled Gavin roughly to him, swooping down so he could press a trail of hard kisses along Gavin’s collarbone. While he did this, his hands skimmed up and down Gavin’s sides, then slid around to explore the firm muscles of Gavin’s back.
Gavin wrapped his arms around Malcolm. Like the vampire, he too was hard, and he rolled his hips, grinding his erection against Malcolm’s. A groan stirred in Malcolm’s throat, his grasp tightening on Gavin even more. Gavin slipped a hand between their bodies, reaching down and cupping Malcolm through his pants—a bold move that made Malcolm’s whole body seem to twitch with pleasure.
It meant a lot when you could get a vampire to react so strongly.
Malcolm murmured something, but before Gavin could ask him to clarify, Malcolm was crushing their mouths together again. It was the sort of kiss that left Gavin weak, that made him feel like electric currents were pulsing through him. It was Gavin who moaned this time, the noise coming out muffled against Malcolm’s lips.
Malcolm’s hands slid up Gavin’s chest, his fingers tweaking at Gavin’s nipples. Gavin took in a quick breath, leaning into the touch, and something of a laugh left Malcolm. He broke th
e kiss again, and grabbing hold of Gavin’s waist, he began to ease them both to the floor. Gavin, of course, went without objection.
Gavin lay down on the floor, stretching out on his back beside the Christmas tree. He glanced up at it briefly, its lights glowing romantically. For someone who didn’t like Christmas, Malcolm had done a great job with the decorations.
Turning to look back up at his boyfriend, Gavin smiled. “I love you,” he said again.
“No time for love, Dr. Jones. Just good old-fashioned fucking.”
“Such a charmer,” Gavin started to say, but his words were smothered by Malcolm’s lips returning to his.
Malcolm pushed Gavin’s legs apart, fitting easily between them. His hands resumed their journey over every inch of Gavin’s torso, moving over Gavin’s taut stomach and up to his nipples again. He kissed a path down over Gavin’s chin, past his neck, and to his chest. With one hand, he teased one of Gavin’s nipples, rolling it and squeezing it between a thumb and forefinger while he ghosted his lips over the other one. A brief shiver rippled through Gavin at the feel of Malcolm’s lips, and he gently cupped the back of Malcolm’s neck as though he thought the vampire would try to get away.
Lifting his gaze so that it met Gavin’s, Malcolm flicked his tongue out, teasing Gavin’s sensitive nipple. He traced around the nipple with his tongue, grazing his teeth very lightly against it, and Gavin almost gasped. Malcolm moved on to the other nipple, and he paid it just as much attention as he had the first, shaping his lips around it and sucking gently. Gavin’s pulse leaped with excitement, and he pulled Malcolm closer as if he could force him to give him more.
Gavin’s cock throbbed, begging to be taken care of, and Gavin almost reached down to give it the relief it so sought. But he wanted to wait—he wanted to savor the moment. It wasn’t Christmas Eve every night. So instead, he settled on pushing himself upward, rubbing his erection against Malcolm’s hip.
Malcolm gave him a little grin, hands going to Gavin’s belt. As he undid it, his fingers dipped teasingly beneath the material of Gavin’s pants, and Gavin’s skin prickled at his touch. After the belt buckle, Malcolm effortlessly undid Gavin’s fly. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, He began to tug the pants down, and Gavin lifted his hips to make it easier.
His cock tented his boxers, still throbbing for attention, but at least he wasn’t confined in his jeans anymore. Malcolm pulled Gavin’s pants off completely, setting them aside, and Gavin stretched his arms above his head, smiling up at him. He felt drugged, like he was floating.
Malcolm ran his hands down Gavin’s sides slowly, worshipfully. Then he caressed Gavin’s thighs through his boxers, squeezing them in strong hands. When the knuckles of one of his hands brushed against Gavin’s cock, Gavin couldn’t help but inhale sharply. Malcolm looked at him mischievously, and he leaned down to press a kiss to the center of Gavin’s chest.
He kissed down Gavin’s torso, tracing the ridges of Gavin’s abs with his tongue. As he kissed and sucked at Gavin’s skin, one of his hands grabbed Gavin’s cock. He squeezed it through the thin cotton of his boxers, tugging on it gently, and Gavin squirmed with pleasure.
He breathed out Malcolm’s name, and something about this seemed to undo Malcolm.
The vampire, losing his cool composure, grabbed Gavin’s boxers and yanked them down. Gavin’s cock sprang free, bouncing slightly, and habit made him reach down and take it. He gave it a few mindless strokes as he watched Malcolm, sighing pleasurably, and Malcolm sat back on his haunches as though he wanted to take in the scene.
His eyes, smoldering like gray embers, drank Gavin in deeply. He looked dark and intense, and he seemed to be trying to burn the image of Gavin into his mind. Gavin reveled in it.
“You said this was going to be a good old-fashioned fucking—so why am I the only one who’s naked?” Gavin asked, his voice thick even to his own ears.
As if Malcolm had needed to hear this, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tore it over his head. His torso, pale white and marble smooth, was as impressive and beautiful as the rest of him. The lines of his muscles were clear and defined, and he could have easily been a Calvin Klein model. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants but didn’t pull them off.
He leaned over Gavin and returned to what he’d been doing. His tongue slid down Gavin’s smooth stomach, and he took Gavin’s throbbing cock in his hand, nothing gentle about his grasp. Gavin licked his lips and breathed shallowly, trying to keep control of himself. Malcolm swiped his thumb over the head of Gavin’s cock, which was already glossy with precome, and a jolt of pleasure raced through him. He rested a hand on Malcolm’s shoulder, watching as Malcolm began to stroke him.
Malcolm’s mouth came back to Gavin’s nipples, needing no invitation. He brushed his lips over one and then took it into his mouth to tease with his tongue. His fangs were exposed, Gavin could feel, but he didn’t mind. The fact that Malcolm had kept them hidden so long was remarkable—it was one of the first things that usually happened whenever a vampire experienced a certain amount of lust, be it sexual lust or bloodlust. Or both. Especially both.
Pleasure vibrated through Gavin’s body as Malcolm pumped him. Malcolm’s hand, fingers wrapped tight around the shaft of Gavin’s cock, started at the base and worked its way up slowly. He tightened and loosened his grasp as he stroked him, squeezing Gavin’s cock with each upward motion. It was torturous and delightful at the same time.
Gavin moaned, unable to stop himself. Malcolm stopped what he was doing with his nipples, and he sat up again, but only so he could pay more attention to Gavin’s erection. While his right hand continued its rough movements up and down Gavin’s full length, he moved his left hand down to Gavin’s balls.
Excitement pierced Gavin like an arrow before Malcolm even touched him, and he held his breath. As Malcolm’s hand wrapped around his balls, he squeezed them lightly, rolling them in his palm. A low groan escaped Gavin again, and he pushed his hips up, trying to get more.
Malcolm shifted, stretching out and leaning down so that his mouth could join in on the action. Gavin very nearly lost himself as Malcolm’s full lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, his tongue swirling over it. His hands continued working their magic as he sucked the tip of Gavin’s cock, and his fangs very lightly grazed the sensitive skin, making Gavin inhale sharply.
Any more of this and he was going to come right then and there.
“You’re gonna need to go to the bedroom,” he said breathlessly, and Malcolm lifted his head, giving Gavin’s cock a final short suck.
“What for?” He squeezed Gavin’s balls again, and Gavin’s hips bucked. “Don’t you want to stay out here?”
“Well sure, but we’re gonna need lube,” Gavin said, and Malcolm cursed.
Looking very much like he’d rather not move at all, Malcolm let go of Gavin and pulled himself away. He stood over Gavin, whose chest heaved with his breathing, and he hesitated. It was like he couldn’t tear himself away from Gavin, no matter the reasoning. Gavin grinned up at him.
“Hurry,” he said.
And so he did. Gavin supposed a vampire’s super speed could be good for some things.
Malcolm used it to practically fly down the hallway toward Gavin’s room. Gavin heard the door hit the wall as it was thrown open, and he laughed quietly to himself as he waited. Malcolm was back in an instant, brandishing the small tube of Gavin’s preferred lubricant.
Fortunately, they didn’t need condoms. It was physically impossible for vampires to carry any sort of disease, and Gavin was as clean as they came anyway.
“Took you long enough,” he said playfully, and Malcolm rolled his eyes. Gavin opened his arms. “Now get down here and fuck me.”
Malcolm just stood there for a long moment, admiring the human displayed before him.
Gavin’s torso was long and flawless, the sort of build that you were rewarded with only if you worked hard at it. His warm olive skin was shiny with perspiration, and one of his hands pl
ayed at his dusky nipples absently as he stared right back up at Malcolm. His brown eyes were darkened with lust, glowing with his desire, and his swollen cock rested against his stomach, patiently waiting.
Malcolm’s own cock was painfully hard by now. It was a wonder he’d been able to control himself at all.
Sinking to his knees, he lay on top of Gavin again, descending upon him with his mouth. Gavin’s lips were almost unbearably hot, and Malcolm ravished them in a powerful kiss. He didn’t spend too much time, however. He sat up and grabbed Gavin’s hips, his smooth skin burning with life.
“Roll over, pet.”
It was a nickname that Gavin was very fickle about—sometimes he didn’t mind it, and sometimes he abhorred it. This time, he had nothing to say in protest, so Malcolm took it as a good sign. Gavin lifted himself and turned over, getting on his hands and knees and baring that tight, stunning ass of his.
Malcolm grabbed one of his smooth cheeks, giving it a light squeeze and making Gavin laugh.
On his knees behind him, Malcolm reached into his jeans, grateful that he always went commando, and pulled out his cock. As he wrapped his fingers around the throbbing shaft, his body gave an involuntary jerk at the pleasing jolt that coursed through him.
He uncapped the bottle of lube, squeezing a little into his hand. He reached forward and gently ran his slick fingers down the cleft of Gavin’s ass, stopping at his hole. Gavin breathed shallowly through his nose as Malcolm lubed him up, but the air caught in his lungs as Malcolm pressed a finger against him. As the tip of his finger slid into Gavin, Gavin sighed.
He pushed his hips back, taking more of Malcolm’s finger on his own. “Just hurry up,” he murmured, panting. He sounded eager and more than ready. And that was enough for Malcolm.
Squeezing out a little more lube onto his fingers, this time Malcolm glossed it over his cock. He shut the bottle with his free hand, tossing it aside, and rubbed his full length, getting it slick enough for his human. And then, with one hand on Gavin’s waist and the other still wrapped around the base of his own cock, Malcolm guided himself forward.
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