Nico’s breath hitched, and he backed down Jamie’s body, seizing Jamie’s mouth in a deep, probing kiss that left Jamie little chance to breathe. He feathered his fingers down Nico’s sides, tickling him until Nico squirmed, releasing his mouth.
“Sorry,” Nico murmured, but his hazel eyes flashed and burned as they ravaged Jamie’s face. “But I could eat you alive!”
Heat warmed Jamie’s cheeks and he couldn’t stop the grin that stretched his lips. “Be my guest,” he invited, blood surging at the lust that sparked in his lover’s eyes. He cupped Nico’s ass, trailed a finger down the crease to gently rub at his hole. Unable to resist, he pushed the tip of a finger into him, needing to feel the warmth of Nico’s body squeezing him. Nico moaned his approval, but Jamie began to withdraw, knowing it probably stung without lube. Nico sat back, shoving Jamie up to the second knuckle.
“So hot, Nico! Tight,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he slid his finger in and out of Nico, reveling in the quick breaths betraying Nico’s pleasure.
Nico leaned down and kissed him. “Put another finger in me, mio caro.”
Lust flushed through Jamie, leaving his balls aching. “Lube?” he managed to whisper. Nico reached under the pillows and brought out a small tube.
Jamie loved his boyish grin when he confessed, “I was hopeful.” Slicking his own fingers, Nico reached back and deftly slid a finger up beside Jamie’s. God! That was hot. Jamie licked his lips, blood surging every time Nico gasped with pleasure.
Nico leaned down, kissed him. “Ti amo. Will you fuck me, Jamie?”
“With pleasure,” Jamie answered, then hesitated. He’d fucked his boyfriends, but only rarely. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, amore mio. I want to drown in you.” Nico drew a rough breath, his voice raw with emotion when he continued, “I want your lips on mine, your sweet breath on my face. I want to be surrounded by the heat of your body, your cock deep inside me, making us one. Please, Jamie, be with me forever.”
Jamie stilled, the questions he’d been putting off rising in his mind. “Is that possible, Nico? Can I really travel with you, laying aside death for a time?”
“God willing, I’ll make it so.” Nico’s voice was firm; then he laughed under his breath. “I can’t offer you a chalet at the North Pole, nor elves to wait on your whims. But I have my villa here and a heart full of love. Will you stay with me, Jamie?”
Jamie’s heart thumped. If true, he would have to watch his friends die, his dear William, his parents. But that would be a sorrow for another time. For the moment, he wanted to bask in Nico’s love.
“Kind of like Santa’s Helper?” he murmured, arching a brow. Nico shouted in glee and promptly kissed him.
“Piter had one thing right. You are a naughty one,” he teased against Jamie’s lips.
“Maybe a little,” Jamie replied and slid another finger into Nico, stretching him open. Nico added the fourth, biting back his cries of pleasure, and Jamie watched, awestruck, as Nico came apart when they touched his prostate.
THE MORNING was far in advance when they finally untangled from the sheets. Jamie lay back on the pillows, catching his breath, a film of sweat cooling his heated skin. Nico leaned up on an elbow and gazed at him with bright eyes, drawing lazy circles with his finger around the nipple closest to him. Jamie shivered and batted away his hand, sensitive from his last orgasm. Nico laughed and bent his head, suckling at Jamie’s chest until he squirmed.
“Stop, Nico!” He groaned when Nico gently nipped him, the jolt of pleasure almost too much in his oversensitized body. In answer, Nico’s fingers traveled down the auburn trail of ringlets on his stomach, to the curls nestling his semihard cock. Embarrassed by his body’s obvious response, he threw an arm over his eyes. What would Nico think of him? He’d come twice already….
His stomach rumbled, embarrassing him further, and Nico chuckled. “I’d better feed you, mio caro, before you pass out on me.” He stroked a finger down Jamie’s dick, cupped his balls. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Jamie rolled toward him, kissed the soft lips that had coaxed the last drop of cum from him just moments before. “Can we shower first? I feel sticky.”
Nico inclined his curly head. “As you wish,” he murmured, his grin contagious. Jamie savored the fondness in his lover’s hazel eyes. He felt again the incredible heat of Nico’s body as Jamie penetrated him, burying his dick deep inside that tight warmth, and he shivered deliciously. Nico’s moans and whimpers and cries of pleasure as he plunged into him had been music.
His cock hardened against Nico’s thigh and Nico chuckled in his ear, sending the blood surging through him. He buried his hot face against Nico’s shoulder, and Nico threaded fingers in his tangled hair. “Come on, my angel,” he said hoarsely. “Shower and food before I forget myself and ravage your beautiful body again.”
Nico urged him to the edge of the bed, then took his hand and led him to a door across the tiled floor. Jamie hesitated in the bright light in the luxurious bathroom, conscious of the scars on his once unblemished skin. Nico gave him a curious look, and tugged him against his chest. “Ti adoro, cuore mio. Ti amo.”
Jamie scrunched his shoulder, giggling as Nico’s breath tickled his ear. “I don’t know everything you’re saying, honey, but I love you too.”
“I said I adore you, my heart.”
Jamie’s stomach rumbled again and Nico laughed. They didn’t linger in the shower, though Jamie eyed the whirlpool tub as they dried off, imagining swirling bubbles and Nico’s hard body against his, later that day. Nico caught his gaze and winked, and Jamie’s skin heated with a blush.
He slipped on the robe Nico handed him without a word, and Nico leaned close, whispering, “I love how you want me, mio caro, though not nearly as much as I want you.”
They kissed, then Nico took his hand and led him from the bedroom into a spacious hallway. Several doors opened along its length, but Nico drew him down the wide staircase into a great room at the bottom. Jamie caught his breath. The far wall was an expanse of windows facing the sea, a large stone fireplace at its center with a plush couch and several chairs clustered around it. Mahogany end tables with crystal lamps dotted the room, with a floor-to-ceiling bookcase making up another wall.
Nico passed through the living area with a cursory glance, though his lips twitched at Jamie’s wide eyes. “Feel free to make a fire while I find us something for lunch.”
Jamie watched him disappear through an archway into another room, then went up to the fireplace. The hearth was already laid out with wood. He wondered vaguely who kept Nico’s house in order when he wasn’t there, then dismissed the thought, kneeling to ignite the kindling. In moments, a cheery flame sprang up. Jamie added more wood and climbed to his feet, looking in awe at the seascape before him.
Happiness rippled through him. Nico loved him! Wanted him in his life, in his home. A tender smile tugged his lips. He might never know for sure if Nico’s story of his past was the truth or a delusion Nico clung to, but it didn’t matter. He accepted the mystery and complexity of his lover. Their future stretched before them, full of promise. Jamie watched a lone gull run across the white beach, jumping a little when arms went suddenly around him.
“I didn’t hear you,” he murmured, turning in Nico’s arms.
“Do you like my home?” Nico asked, smiling at Jamie’s emphatic nod.
“I do. I was just thinking a Christmas tree would look beautiful here, next to the hearth.”
Nico’s face crumpled with emotion, love mixing with the tears filling his eyes. “I would like that, my Jamie,” he said, enfolding Jamie in his embrace. Jamie snuggled against his chest. He’d need to return home and pack, let go of his lease on the cabin, ship his painting to its owner. Let William know where he was going. But all that could wait. For the moment it was enough to be in the arms of the man he loved, who wanted him in return.
He raised his face, letting Nico see his joy. “Merry Christmas, Nicolas,�
� he said, and leaned up to meet his lover’s kiss.
DIANNE HARTSOCK grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.
Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands that kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
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