Shelton in Love

by Dianne Hartsock

  Nevil took Tommy's arm when he came up. "Tommy, meet the gang."

  Michael stood immediately, a gleam of definite interest in his green eyes. "I'm Michael. Here, take my spot. Glen!" he called the bartender. "A drink for this lovely man, please."

  Nevil laughed out loud as Tommy simpered and climbed up on the stool Michael held out for him. He leaned over to Brandon as the others crowded around the pretty newcomer. "Go home, love. This is no place for a happily married man."

  "Sound advice." Brandon tossed some money on the bar and followed them out of the club. They parted at the sidewalk and Brandon embraced them. "I'm off to do some shopping. Merry Christmas."

  "Same to you. Give Percy our love," Shelton told him.

  Nevil seconded him and then took Shelton's arm as Brandon made for his car across the street. "Want to walk a little?" Night had come early and the trees looked beautiful in their Christmas glory.

  They linked arms and headed downtown. Soon Nevil slipped his arm across Shelton's shoulders and he tilted his face up for Nevil's kiss. He blinked as a fat raindrop splashed on his cheek and Nevil frowned. "Warm enough? We should have gotten your jacket and hat from the car."

  "I'm fine," Shelton protested. "Hey, they have the tree lit."

  His cheer was contagious and Nevil's heart gave a funny little skip, filling him with warmth for the precious man with him. Shelton pulled him into the town square and halted at the foot of the tree, the Christmas lights washing over him. Nevil stood behind him, pulled Shelton back against his chest, and wrapped him in his arms.

  Shelton gave a contented sigh. "Just beautiful."

  "Yes, you are."

  Nevil knew it was the corniest thing he could say, but the words had simply slipped out. He grazed Shelton's blushing, smiling face with a kiss. "Do you know how much I love you?" he asked gruffly.

  Shelton turned in his arms to meet his gaze. "I'm not sure. Maybe you need to show me."

  Nevil's cock jumped at the invitation. "I could eat you alive," he growled in Shelton's ear and stole a sweet kiss, wanting a thousand more. He pulled back when a young couple brushed by them, laughing and chatting. They cooed to the baby in the woman's arms, and then the man stepped away and pulled a camera out of his pocket.

  "Can I help?" Nevil offered and held out his hand.

  "That would be great. Thanks."

  The young man handed over his tiny camera and joined his wife under the brilliantly lit tree. Nevil snapped a few pictures and then the couple joined them. For some reason the young mother handed the squirming bundle to Shelton, who gazed at the child with wondering eyes. "He's so tiny!"

  "It's a 'she', and yes, she is." The man turned to Nevil. "I'm Tony, by the way. This is my wife, Angie, and baby, Tina."

  "I'm Nevil, and this charming man is my partner, Shelton."

  Shelton flashed them a smile and then turned his attention back to the tiny girl. Nevil watched the side of Shelton's face. He sensed Shelton's disappointment with his use of the term 'partner' when they were to have been married by this time if things had gone differently. He smiled, thinking with excitement of a certain Christmas gift he had for Shelton. Now to get Shelton home so he could open it.

  "Give the baby back, hon," he teased. "We'll have one of those adorable creatures of our own tomorrow."

  "You're getting a baby?"

  Nevil gave the couple a close look but saw only a friendly curiosity in their expressions. Shelton spoke before he could answer. "Nevil's twin is having her baby tomorrow, if all goes well."

  "Congratulations! On Christmas, huh?"

  "Tell me about it." Nevil rolled his eyes. "I can already tell the kid's going to break my bank account."

  They said goodbye over a shared laugh. Thinking of Tera, Nevil experienced a strange fluttering in his stomach. It didn't really hurt, more of a feeling of pressure.

  Shelton touched his hand and the twinge vanished. "Baby pains?"

  Nevil felt the tingle of a blush and then realized Shelton was genuinely concerned. "Maybe, but nothing serious. Strange, huh?"

  Shelton shrugged. "You and Tera are close. I'm not surprised by anything between you two."

  He sounded distracted and Nevil followed his gaze across the square. A young man sat on the bottom steps, head bowed as if exhausted or discouraged. He shivered in a wet T-shirt and jeans and clutched a foam cup as if his life depended on the dark liquid inside.

  Nevil slipped an arm around him. "What are you thinking?"

  "He doesn't look more than nineteen or twenty."

  "If that."

  "Damn, Nevil, it's Christmas Eve. Why is he alone like this?"

  Nevil kissed his cheek. "He's not a puppy we can take home."

  Shelton grunted and broke away from him, and Nevil followed him across the square. They looked down at the young man a moment, but he ignored them, eyes on his battered shoes. With a quick movement, Shelton pulled his bulky sweater over his head, leaving on the turtleneck. He folded it and put it on the step beside the man who at last raised his face, thin and pale, with wide bewildered blue eyes.

  Nevil bent close and said gently, "The rescue mission is up the street. You can get a meal and bed for the night. Go on."

  The young man dropped his gaze back to the cement under his shoes. Nevil tugged on Shelton's sleeve, holding him against his side as they returned to the sidewalk and headed for the car. "It's getting chilly. Let's get you home, love."

  "Think he'll go?"

  "Maybe. Probably." They glanced back and watched the young man pull the sweater over his head. "At least he'll be warm." He kissed Shelton's sad eyes then hurried him down the street.

  As they approached the Prius, he fished the keys from a pocket to let Shelton in and then slid into the driver's seat and quickly started the engine to get the heater going. He set the volume low on the Christmas music he'd downloaded last month and pulled carefully into traffic. The streets glittered with lights and last minute shoppers. Shelton smiled at a Santa on a corner handing out candy canes and Nevil let out a relieved breath. Shelton had a very tender heart.

  "Did you remember to get the gifts from under the tree?" he asked by way of a distraction.

  "First thing! I wasn't about to leave those behind."

  "Greedy," Nevil teased and put his hand on Shelton's thigh, guiding the car with his left hand. After a moment, Shelton laced his fingers through Nevil's and picked up his hand. He kissed each knuckle and then slipped a finger between his lips. Nevil groaned at the wet, warm suction on his digit.

  "Not fair," he panted. His dick pressed uncomfortably against his jeans.

  Shelton laughed and let his hand go and immediately placed his in Nevil's lap. His fingers stroked the bulge there, making Nevil squirm. "Can I help you with that?"

  "Sure, if you want us in a ditch. Otherwise, wait till we get home, bad boy."

  Still laughing, Shelton leaned his head against the seat cushion. Nevil glanced at him and thought about how beautiful he was with the holiday lights washing over him. He faced forward and had a hard time concentrating on the road while images of all the naughty things he wanted to do with Shelton played in his mind. He heard Shelton's quickly drawn breath, and his dick swelled as he realized Shelton had some wicked thoughts of his own. Merry Christmas!

  Chapter Four

  Shelton's heart sped up as Nevil turned the car onto their street and parked in the driveway of the brownstone. He'd been touched by the young man's loneliness in the city square and wanted to show Nevil how grateful he was to have him in his life.

  When the Prius came to a stop, Nevil turned off the engine, and they hopped out. With unspoken consent, they unpacked the car and hurried into the comfort of home. Shelton carried the box of gifts to the tree while Nevil took the cooler of food to the kitchen and unloaded it into the refrigerator. Shelton turned off the overhead lights so that only the blue and green radiance of the Christmas tree in the corner lit the room. He nibbled his lips as he placed the cheery packa
ges under the tree, wondering what Nevil would think of some of his.

  Nevil joined him, sitting on the soft rug and pulling Shelton into his arms. "Hey."

  "Hey yourself," Shelton countered and kissed the soft lips he could never get enough of. He groaned when Nevil's tongue slid over his and started a fire along his nerves. He started to push Nevil back and was halted with a hand on his chest. He glanced up to see Nevil's eyes dancing with glee.

  "Presents first, my love! I've been waiting all day," Nevil told him and snatched a box from the bright pile before Shelton could say anything. Shelton watched his face as he opened the box and saw his eyes widen. Nevil made a surprised sound and lifted the hot pink, padded handcuffs from the package. "Oh my." He looked at Shelton and winked. "Is someone being naughty?"

  Shelton's face heated. "Well, we had the weekend at the cabin, and I thought... Maybe we could experiment..." His words came to a stumbling halt, and he blushed furiously when Nevil chuckled.

  Nevil ran kisses over his face and Shelton allowed himself to be pushed down onto the rug. He arched his hips when Nevil straddled him so their cocks ground together. "Oh, definitely naughty." Nevil purred and clasped one of the cuffs around Shelton's wrist.

  "I wanted to—"

  "Me first," Nevil interrupted. He snaked the other cuff around the claw foot of the couch and fastened Shelton's free wrist. "I think my bad boy needs a little attention."

  Shelton collapsed on the rug, curious and intensely aroused, wondering what Nevil had in mind. Nevil reached across him and picked another present.

  "Let's see what else you dreamed of," he said and tore off the glittery wrap. He shouted in delight and lifted out the string of anal beads. "Ho ho!" He sent Shelton a smoldering look. "You do remember that Santa is watching, my naughty man?"

  "He can join us," Shelton whispered, his mouth going dry at the flash of lust in Nevil's blue-green gaze.

  Nevil sputtered. "Fuck, no. I'm not sharing you with some well-endowed elf bearing gifts. Now, what to do with these?" He ran the thick black beads over Shelton's lips, making him shiver. Nevil set them aside and took one of the smaller boxes.

  "When do I get my presents?" Shelton protested.

  Nevil rocked against him, and Shelton groaned with pleasure at the friction on his dick. "You'll get yours, love. No fear of that!" Nevil pulled the top off the box and then stared in surprise. Giving a muttered oath, he dropped the contents on Shelton's chest. "Expecting someone?"

  Shelton's heart lurched. Being in a committed relationship, they hadn't used condoms in years. He'd bought them on a whim but angry sex with Nevil wasn't what he'd planned. He cursed his fair skin, knowing his face was red and blotchy from his blushes. "They glow in the dark. I thought it would be fun to hide... and...."

  His words trailed off. He couldn't cover his face so he closed his eyes, feeling like an absolute fool. "Let me up," he said, deeply embarrassed. He wished he'd kept his little fantasies locked inside where they couldn't hurt him.

  "No."

  He shrugged, unable to speak, and his chest rose and fell with his quick breaths. He turned his face aside when Nevil stretched across him, but Nevil trailed kisses over his hot cheek and nuzzled his neck.

  "I adore you, you know that?" Nevil murmured and nibbled Shelton's ear lobe, sending shivers through him. "I love that you want to play with me. Shelton, look at me. I have to confess something and I want to see your eyes when I do it."

  Shelton opened his eyes and met Nevil's earnest gaze. Nevil took a breath. "Tommy came on to me today. Of course I told him to fuck himself, but then I thought he might have done the same to you. When I saw the condoms, I thought he had and that you liked it. That you wanted to have someone besides me, too."

  "God, Nevil. Why would you think that? You know you have my heart."

  Color tinged Nevil's cheeks and Shelton's heart thudded. Nevil never blushed. There was a hint of shame in his voice when he continued, "Because, my love, for just the briefest second this afternoon I wanted him back. Less than a heartbeat! Then I thought of you and all desire for the little shit vanished. You're the only one I want in my arms, ever. Will you forgive me, darling?"

  Shelton's emotions felt slightly battered, but Nevil loved and wanted him, and in the end, that was all that mattered. A slow grin spread across his face. "I'm not sure. I think you'll have to make it up to me," he said and thrust his hips to grind his dick against Nevil's.

  Joy and mischief glittered in Nevil's eyes. "Really? And how exactly should I do that? Let's see. Handcuffs, check. Anal beads, check. Condoms? We'll save those for later." He tossed them under the tree. He eyed the boxes left over. "Any more surprises I should know about?"

  "Not of this nature," Shelton said, his tone serious.

  Nevil shouted. "Right! First thing, remove victim's clothing."

  "I'm not—"

  "Hush. Here, bite on these." Nevil put the dark beads against Shelton's lips until he opened his mouth and licked along their length. Nevil caught his breath and rolled off him, stretching out on the rug. "Wider?" he asked and slid the smaller end of the link between his lips. Shelton sucked in a few more of the smooth plastic balls and Nevil moved them gently in and out of his mouth, looking mesmerized. "Good lord," he whispered shakily.

  Nevil removed the beads and kissed him, a deep sensual meeting of lips and tongues that sparked desire through Shelton to the tips of his toes and back up to his prick straining against his jeans. Nevil shoved up Shelton's shirt and rubbed his nipples between thumb and fingers, pinching lightly. He lowered his head, and bit, and licked at them until Shelton tossed his head at the ripples of pleasure.

  "Nevil..." He whimpered for more and Nevil slid his hands down his chest and stomach, his skillful tongue following. Shelton panted as Nevil undid the buttons on his jeans one at a time. Warm lips clamped on the head of his dick, and he cried out as Nevil's tongue darted into the slit, making him crazy with need. Shelton pushed into his mouth but Nevil drew away and sat back on his heels. Standing suddenly, he stripped out of his clothing, his thick cock bouncing against his flat stomach as he slid off his pants.

  Nevil quickly retrieved the lube from the coffee table drawer and then knelt beside Shelton and picked up the beads. There was a gleam in his eyes as they raked over Shelton's prone body that made him tremble. "You know, sweetheart, I think you're too sweet to watch this," Nevil told him and lifted his shirt over his arms, covering his head and plunging him into darkness.

  "Nevil!"

  "Quiet. Don't make me spank you."

  Shelton choked on a laugh, which turned into a gasp when Nevil bit his right nipple then soothed it with his tongue. His jeans were tugged and he squirmed out of them as Nevil pulled them down.

  "Bend your knees, sweetheart," Nevil instructed.

  Shelton pulled his feet up and Nevil nudged his legs wide apart. He waited, straining to hear any sound from Nevil to let him know what to expect. A warm tongue licked his dick and he jumped, his bones melting at Nevil's wicked chuckle. Oh God! Nevil was capable of anything in this mood.

  He heard the squirt of lube and moaned as a slick finger massaged the sensitive skin of his hole. Pressure and then a fat thumb nudged inside him. He winced at the quick pain, but it disappeared as Nevil slid in further and stroked the walls of his hole, moving in circles to stretch him further.

  Nevil removed his thumb. Here it comes. A finger slid in, coupled with the first of the rounded beads. Shelton grunted. They didn't hurt but felt foreign, different, decadent. Nevil used his finger to loosen him further and Shelton groaned as a larger bead eased inside his slick hole. He stifled a cry as two more quickly followed, each striking his prostate as it passed over.

  "God, Nevil," he managed to gasp. "I don't know—"

  Nevil pulled out his finger and Shelton choked, a deep moan rising from his chest as the last, largest beads were pushed relentlessly in, stretching and filling him. So good. Nothing like the heat and life of Nevil's cock, but then Nevil
began to make quick little thrusts back and forth with the beads and his head swam with pleasure.

  Straddling him again, Nevil stretched across Shelton's body and pulled his shirt from his face. He sighed as cool air dried the sweat on his forehead.

  "Doing okay?" Nevil asked and Shelton nodded. One of the beads seemed to sit directly on his prostate and if he clenched his muscles… Nevil reached back and tugged on the ring at the end of the beads and sparks went off behind Shelton's eyes.

  "Shit," he moaned and took a second to catch his breath.

  Nevil searched his face. "Tell me something, love. Did Tommy solicit you today? I want the truth."

  Shelton sighed, knowing his blush gave him away. "Does it matter? I said no."

  Nevil touched Shelton's dick. "What did he say? Did he want you to blow him? Did he want to suck you?" He drew an outraged breath when Shelton shrugged. "He wanted to fuck you? Bastard!"

  "No, Nevil, it wasn't that."

  "Oh." Nevil stroked him. "He wanted this amazing cock inside him. I can understand that."

  If anything, Shelton's face flushed hotter. So not attractive. "Please, Nevil, I've forgotten all about him. Can't you?"

  "Of course. I'm just a jealous prick. But Shelton, he's given me a great idea. Will you fuck me, love?"

  Shelton sucked in a breath. The thought of the anal beads shoved up his ass while Nevil rode his cock sent a jolt of lust straight to his dick. It jumped in Nevil's hand and Nevil laughed out loud.

  "I'll take that as a yes," Nevil murmured and reached for the lube. He frowned at the half empty tube. "This would be easier if you had hands. Oh well, I'll do it myself."

  Shelton watched raptly as Nevil squeezed some lube onto his thumb then reached around and wiggled it into his hole. "Mmm..."

  Mesmerized, Shelton looked down his chest at Nevil's beautiful cock rubbing against him as Nevil shoved a finger in to join his thumb. "Nevil..." he began and licked dry lips.

  "Shelton?"

  "Can I suck on you?" he asked, voice husky with lust as he stared at the glitter of precum on the tip of Nevil's thick cock.