by R. Cooper
“Us?” Alex was just as hoarse, just as quiet. “No.” Alex’s hands could not stop touching Everett. “It’s you, Everett. I’m sorry.”
Everett turned his head up, not quite letting their mouths touch before he moved again. His fingers traced Alex’s cheek and then his lips.
“You’re very beautiful, Alex,” he admitted it like it hurt, and Alex was lost for a moment, not sure he had ever heard Everett speak of him in that way before. “You’re sexy and talented and famous, and it was… easier… to wait when I thought you just didn’t want me. Not like this.”
Alex pulled back and knew he was staring. Everett was darkly flushed and wet-mouthed and incredible to behold, and yet he would say such a thing to him.
“Not want you?” His voice was rough. “Everett, I’d lay you down right now in this thin blanket of snow and take you.” Everett’s eyes widened, but Alex’s mind was racing, the images coming at him too quick for him to hold them back. “The cold air would touch you and then my mouth.” He moved back into Everett’s space, and Everett groaned. “My hands. Naked, Everett. I could bite your long limbs and lick the grace from your words and shock the neighbors with what obscenities I’d drive from your lips.”
He could feel Everett’s reaction to that and had no shame in kissing him again and repeating himself in breathy whispers until Everett believed him and nodded eagerly against his neck like the wicked creature he truly was. Alex was all heat and pulled his hands away to yank at Everett’s clothes, to push him toward the bench if not the ground, and Everett was asking him to, murmuring greedy instructions when Alex shoved his shirt up to bare his chest.
“Don’t think I won’t turn the hose on you two just because it’s cold out there!”
George’s shout was far more effective than a stream of water could have ever been. Alex jerked and raised his head, letting Everett’s shirt fall, though Everett didn’t move, not for what felt like several minutes. He was breathing hard, shaking, and Alex felt the echo of need shoot through him.
But Everett finally sat up, not looking at Alex before he turned to his father. George was leaning out of the kitchen door and could quite obviously see them and what they’d been doing. Alex might not have cared about the neighbors watching, but George Faraday was another matter.
George shook his head. “Now get your butts in here so we can finish opening presents,” he finished in a tone that would brook no arguments, and then disappeared back inside.
Everett turned back to Alex, staring for a moment, swallowing, but then, unbelievably, rolled his eyes and stood up. Alex had a feeling he was frowning. He knew he was blushing as well, apparently still able to feel embarrassment even after everything he’d done in his younger years. But then they had just been caught by Everett’s father.
That George hadn’t seemed to mind anything more than unopened presents was something to think about later when he wasn’t hard and aching for Everett.
“I think he’s been steeling himself to see that for years now,” Everett remarked calmly, albeit with a husky voice, and extended his hand. “Though that doesn’t mean he especially wants to. Or to have the neighbors see it for that matter.” He rolled his shoulders. “Come on, if we stay out here much longer, they’ll send the kids to get us.”
Alex swore softly, because it was true, and also because he’d promised Ally he would help set the table later, but took Everett’s hand to be pulled to his feet. Everett was flushed, and his mouth was swollen. His eyes were luminous.
“Everett.” Alex felt the old urge to warn Everett away, though he bit the rest of the sentence back. He was very aware that he had not released Everett’s hand. Everett was too. He used that to tug Alex closer to him.
“Alex.” Everett spoke softly and very slowly, just a brief hint of anger in his tone. “Still want to know what I asked for?” he asked casually as he started to walk again, and Alex bumped into him when he unexpectedly turned. He looked at Alex through his eyelashes, and Alex could not look away.
“You can find out if you want. If you want to come up to my room after the presents are all opened.” Everett was hot and giving and everything Alex had ever wanted. “If you want to come up.”
“I….” Alex tried to swallow and couldn’t. He was speechless again. Everett had probably done that on purpose. He put a hand up, but it slid back to Everett’s skin on its own, aware, as Alex was just starting to fully realize, that it was now free to do so. Everett was his, officially, in more than just his mind, and Alex could touch him enough to put any Faraday to shame. He nodded.
Everett’s breath caught, and then he stepped back toward him to eliminate the space between them. Alex realized he was shivering and pressed forward, letting his hands slide under Everett’s coat, smooth over skin.
“I’m serious,” George yelled from inside the house, startling them both, though neither of them pulled apart this time. “Get your goddamn asses in here!”
“Language!” Rachel immediately echoed, followed by what sounded like drums that some cruel person must have bought for one of the children.
Everett sighed, but when he started to walk slowly back inside, Alex walked with him. He still couldn’t speak, but that was okay. It could be said later, after Alex had opened the last of his presents and they’d eaten the dinner Molly and Robert had worked hard on and Everett had helped wash the dishes, later, in the dark of Everett’s room the way it probably should have been said years ago. But he didn’t think Everett minded, not when he glanced over with that look that meant one thing.
“Christmas,” Alex said out loud, letting the word mean everything he’d always wished it would, and smiled as he followed Everett into the house.
Come home for holiday romance.
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About the Author
R. COOPER has been making up stories since she was a wee R. Cooper. She has a weakness for strong-minded characters doing unspeakably hot things to each other and thinks dirty martinis are for the weak (or perhaps just thinks olive juice is gross). If she listed all of her turn-ons, it would take up this whole bio, but they include smart people, tailored suits with serious ties, shoulder holsters, funny people, sacrifices made for love, power struggles, the walking wounded, bravery, and good old-fashioned shameless sluts.
She also likes ice cream. Strawberry.
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