by JS Harker
“She’s giving us some privacy tonight,” Flynn said. At least Lulu better consider giving them some after the fudge stunt. Flynn wished he could get a word in with her, but he wasn’t going to have a chance with Derek in the room.
“What does she do? What’s her name?” Derek asked.
“You care about my roommate?”
Derek shrugged. “She’s part of your life, right? I don’t want you to not talk about her. Did she help you decorate this place?”
“The shelf is all her work,” Flynn replied.
“Is all the glitter her fault, or is some of it yours?” Derek said.
Flynn held out his hands again. “Glitter like this is her. Some of the other things are my doing.”
“Like the snowflake bag I gave you?”
“It’s special,” Flynn replied.
Derek grinned and leaned in closer. “It is, huh?”
Flynn nuzzled his neck. “It is part of how we met.”
“You keep something from all our meetings?”
“Memories.”
Derek chuckled under his breath, but his whole body shifted with the motion. Flynn kissed his neck, and Derek moved a little more, giving Flynn better access. A few soft kisses along Derek’s neck made him squirm.
“I should—Flynn, hold on. I need to ask you something before I forget,” Derek said.
“Is it about the glitter?” Because Flynn was fully prepared to ignore more questions on that topic in favor of trying to seduce Derek into bed, especially if he could somehow work in taking a pan of the fudge with them.
“It’s about my mom.”
“What do you need to ask me about your mother?” Flynn said.
“More like about something she wants me to do.”
Flynn pulled Derek’s collar down so he could kiss the crook of his neck. “How would I know what your mother wants of you?”
“No, we’re doing this all wrong.” Derek sighed and pushed Flynn back enough to end the kisses. He had an uncertain expression clouding his eyes. Flynn would rather it were lust. “My mom wants me to go to this stupid Christmas party, but I told her I was only going if you wanted to go. I got her to promise we’d get to drink, so we can have the good stuff. And we’d stay in my room. Together. If that’s okay.”
There was a lot of information to decipher, which was hard when Flynn wanted to do far less thinking and far more kissing. “You want me to meet your family?”
“God no.”
Flynn frowned at Derek. Meeting family was a sign of affection, and suddenly Derek didn’t want to introduce him. “Are you ashamed of me somehow?”
“What? No! Oh!” Derek had a fearful look in his eyes, and he clutched Flynn’s arm. “It’s not you. Not at all you. They know I’m gay and everything. It’s—my parents’ neighbors are the ones throwing the party, and they suck. I’m not afraid of what you’ll say to them, but what they’ll say to you and how awful they might be.”
“They don’t approve of men dating?” Flynn asked.
“Not exactly in that many words. I mean, my parents and sister are fine with me. My mom. Ugh, she means well, but she always wants me to ‘do better.’ I don’t want her to think that you’re not good enough for me. Not that her opinion exactly matters when I choose who to date, because I get to choose, but—”
Flynn put a finger on Derek’s lips. “You’re rambling, and I’m having a hard time understanding you. Particularly since this wasn’t where my mind was wandering.”
“Huh?”
Apparently Derek needed a reminder of what they were doing. Flynn was happy to provide him with one. He kissed Derek’s neck, and he slid his hand under Derek’s shirt.
Derek held on to his shoulders, gasping and wiggling. “Oh. But. Um. Look, I’m not going to be able to focus on this until we answer the other thing first.”
Words were getting in his way, but Flynn hesitated. “What other thing?”
“The party, Flynn. Are we going to the stupid party?”
Flynn nipped Derek’s earlobe. Derek shivered, which was a fun feeling up against Flynn. Another nip caused the same reaction in him, along with a tiny pant of heat across Flynn’s chest.
“Flynn,” Derek said, his name a half plea and half-annoyed sound. Flynn loved it.
“Is this why you had to make fudge?”
“There’s going to be plenty of fudge and cookies and other stuff, yes. I should’ve known that would get you interested.”
That did interest Flynn, but something about Derek’s tone felt wrong. Flynn asked, “Do you want to go to it?”
“Not really, but if I don’t, Mom’ll complain, and it’s not worth the hassle of upsetting her.”
“Then we’ll go,” Flynn said. “And we don’t have to talk about it anymore tonight, do we?”
“We definitely do not,” Derek replied. He nudged in for a kiss on the lips. “But we should probably move away from the fudge.”
“I have a bedroom.”
Derek flushed and nodded. “Y-yeah. Bedroom sounds good.”
Flynn kissed him and took his hand. When he led them toward the bedroom door, Derek hesitated for a moment, and he ducked back to the remaining plastic bags. He hid whatever he took from the bags in his pockets before returning to Flynn.
Far too curious about what could be so important, Flynn slipped his hands into Derek’s pockets and fished out the treasures. He kissed Derek’s cheek when Derek sputtered in an attempt to find words. Lube and condoms. Flynn raised an eyebrow.
“I, um. In case things go like last time,” Derek whispered. His breath was quick, anxious, and he wasn’t meeting Flynn’s gaze but was staring at the condoms in Flynn’s hand.
“You bought these because you want me,” Flynn said softly. His shy lover was prepared to be intimate with him. He kissed Derek’s cheek and then trailed his lips to his ear again. As he toyed with his sensitive skin, Derek clasped Flynn’s shoulders and gasped. Flynn slid the condoms and lube into his pockets. Every gasp and shiver was a treasure.
After the kisses, Flynn took his hand again and led him on toward the bedroom. Grinning coyly at Derek, he said, “You don’t have to be shy here.”
Derek glanced around nervously, as if the bed would toss him from the room or the dresser would rise up and defend Flynn from physical contact. He shut the bedroom door and hesitated.
There had to be a way to get Derek out of his shell.
Flynn took off his T-shirt and dropped it on the floor.
Ah, there. Seeds of lust deepened the amber in Derek’s gaze. Flynn wanted them to grow until Derek finally lost his shy inhibitions.
Derek swallowed, the knot of his throat bobbing. “Um, what about your roommate? What if she comes back?”
Merciful ice and blazing iron, Flynn was getting uncomfortably hard in his wretched jeans, and they had done little more than kiss. He couldn’t help picturing the look on Derek’s face when he came. That was what he wanted. Coaxing him was testing his patience.
But it would be worth it. Comfortable lovers were far more eager ones. Flynn crossed the room and put his arms around Derek’s shoulders. “In this bedroom, there is you and me. Forget about the rest of the world.”
Derek grinned, and mischief made his eyes gleam. He settled his hands just above Flynn’s jeans. “What about the threesome you suggested?”
“The thought of sharing me excites you?” Flynn asked.
“Not exactly. Maybe more sharing us?” Derek glanced over Flynn and then up to meet his gaze. “I’ve been thinking a lot about stuff I never did before.”
Flynn brushed back Derek’s dark hair. “Less thinking, more acting.”
Derek nodded, and just when Flynn feared he’d have to make another motivational speech—or strip completely naked and see if that worked—Derek surged forward and captured Flynn’s lips in a clumsy, passionate kiss. Too much teeth and tongue at first, but Derek explored, and Flynn shifted. The next kiss kindled Flynn’s growing lust.
“Y
ou know, I haven’t had the chance to repay you for the blowjob.” Derek kissed him, his mouth insistent while he ran his hands down Flynn’s back and cupped his ass. He held Flynn tight as they kissed.
Flynn broke off the kiss and shifted so he gazed down between them. “My cock is down there.”
Derek laughed. “Horny?”
An understatement if Flynn had ever heard one. His cock was stiffer than most hunting horns. “I pictured bending you over the counter at work a dozen times.”
“And what if I was thinking the same thing about you?” Derek teased. Mischief brightened his eyes, and Flynn needed to see more of him. “Elf costume and everything.”
Derek wanted to be inside him.
Flynn writhed against him, feeling the glorious hard bulge in Derek’s pants rub against his own. “I say again. Less thinking, more doing.”
Derek sank to his knees, never breaking eye contact with Flynn. He unbuttoned Flynn’s jeans, taking his time on each one. “I’m not very good at this.”
Flynn was already to the point he wasn’t sure he could breathe. His lips tingled, his groin ached, and he longed to be touched everywhere. “I think you’re better than you know.”
“I haven’t started yet.”
“It feels like you have.”
“You want me that badly?” Derek said. There was a fire in his eyes as he tugged down Flynn’s jeans and underwear. His smirk at Flynn’s freed erection only made Flynn harder.
“Yes,” Flynn hissed. He ran his hand through Derek’s hair and took hold of his head. Derek gasped, and Flynn nudged his tip toward Derek’s open lips.
Derek put his mouth around just the tip. He was warm and soft, and he made a small noise as he worked his way down Flynn’s shaft. He went a short way before pulling off and nuzzling along Flynn’s erection to kiss and lick at his base. He trailed his fingers up Flynn’s legs and grabbed him tightly by the ass.
Balls, legs, ass—Derek explored everything in his reach and gained confidence with every touch of tongue and fingers. Flynn groaned and caressed Derek’s hair. The look in his eyes grew more and more lustful. His fingers trailed warmth over Flynn. Flynn could hardly touch him in their current position. He wanted more, but he didn’t want to pin Derek against the door. He needed him to keep exploring.
“Bed,” Flynn murmured.
Derek’s cheeks were a bright pink, the flush going down his neck as well. He took his mouth from Flynn’s cock and looked up at him. He had such pretty, lust-glossed amber eyes.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
Flynn helped him off his knees, and then they were both shedding their remaining clothing. He took the condoms and lube out of Derek’s pocket and flashed a grin at him. Derek swallowed hard again and sat on the edge of the bed.
Flynn tossed the condoms and lube onto the end of the bed and joined Derek on it. They kissed, and Derek squirmed. He squirmed more when Flynn reached for the lube.
“Flynn, I’ve never had sex before,” Derek said.
Flynn frowned. “I’ve given you a blow job.”
“Oh. Yeah. Um, okay, fine. I’ve never had anal sex before. Only hand jobs and blow jobs.”
Flynn kissed him again gently. The orifices for sex that mattered to humans never ceased to amaze him. One was no less valuable than another, or less pleasurable. Maybe that was different for humans. He and Derek would have to find out. “I’ll be careful, and if you want me to stop, I will. All you have to do is tell me.”
Derek nodded. His eyes were still wide as Flynn spread lube on his fingers. Flynn dragged his chin up and kissed him. “Eyes here,” he whispered.
“O-okay.”
More hesitation. Flynn wanted Derek to relish their time, not possibly regret it. “Okay?”
Derek stared into his eyes for a long moment. He became confident, the fear slipping away. With a nod, he said, “Yeah. Yes. I want this.”
Flynn slid his hand down to Derek’s ass. Derek was tight and warm. Flynn worked his first finger inside, the lube warming on his fingertips as he spread it against Derek. Derek clenched around him and gasped.
“Fuck, your hands are cold,” Derek murmured.
“Is it a problem?” Flynn asked. There wasn’t much he could do about the warmth of his hands, but he was willing to think of a solution.
“No. Ah. Just different.”
Flynn nuzzled and nipped at Derek as he continued massaging his way inside. “Has anyone done this?”
Derek bucked in tiny thrusts, the tip of his cock brushing against Flynn’s. He was panting, so Flynn slowed his hand. He wanted a chance to fully explore his human lover.
“Tell me, Derek,” Flynn murmured.
“I tried. A couple of times.” Derek squeezed his eyes tight. “I’ve got a vibrator. And a-a dildo. But I could never get them in.”
“Is it easier telling me when you can’t see me?”
Derek nodded.
“Why?” Flynn worked his finger in more.
“I don’t want you to judge me.”
Flynn laughed. “Derek, I don’t even know what those are.” He didn’t in English, at any rate.
“You don’t? Of course you don’t.” Derek looked at him. “God. You want me to explain it.”
“Yes.”
Derek flushed all the way down to the middle of his chest, and he couldn’t quite keep his eyes on Flynn. “They’re, um, sex aides. The ones I’ve got are for anal. One, um, vibrates? Shakes really fast? The other’s like a practice cock.”
Ah-ha. Flynn understood what caused Derek’s embarrassment. He wanted to have more experience. “And you tried practicing?”
“Didn’t manage to—ah—I tried, but it hurt. Stung. And fuck, Flynn. How does it hurt and feel good?”
A question that didn’t really need a verbal answer. Flynn kissed his cheek, spread more lube on his fingers, and slipped them inside Derek. Each little moment was easier and easier. He rocked his fingers slowly.
Derek arched against him, clawing until his hands found purchase on Flynn’s arm and the comforter. He moaned and panted. He bucked his hips, and he pushed onto Flynn’s hand. After a few more wild thrusts, Derek slowed. He kept his eyes shut tight, and he was panting more. Drops of liquid formed on the tip of his cock.
“Wait, wait,” Derek whispered.
Flynn slowed his hand. “Yes?”
Derek opened his eyes, and there was determination in them. “I want you. In me.”
“You’re sure?” Flynn asked.
“Yes.”
The first and second condom ripped as Flynn tried opening the foil. Derek took over opening it then. Whatever experience he thought he lacked, he deftly opened the condom and helped slide it onto Flynn’s cock, then gave him another few strokes. Desperate urges wouldn’t make Flynn rush this moment. He took his time settling between Derek’s legs, running his hands along him and spreading a little more lube. He would rather them wind up too slippery than hurt Derek in their first attempt.
Derek was so warm inside. Flynn had to take time adjusting to his heat and the way he clenched tightly on any movement. Once in, he experimented with shorter, shallower thrusts until he slid easily. Derek kept looking as if he were in pain. Flynn kissed his brow, his nose, his lips.
“Relax,” Flynn murmured. He whispered it again in his ear, using the language of Winter. Derek wouldn’t understand, but the soothing sounds were for both of them. A few careful thrusts later, and Derek moaned, relaxing and encouraging all in the same sound.
Flynn set an easy pace until Derek gasped and muttered for more. He became more vocal with every moment. His skin was hot to the touch, and he wrapped his arm around Flynn’s waist as if he could pull him in deeper.
Derek bucked his hips in a demanding manner, and Flynn eagerly greeted him. They pulled at one another, lips locking for short intervals as they pushed toward climax. Then Derek broke off their kiss first and arched in one, long moment against Flynn. Seed coated both of them, and Flynn chased af
ter him, slamming into him with a few more thrusts before ecstasy claimed him.
They shared slow, needful kisses after. Derek panted and whimpered tiny noises of pleasure with each one. Flynn was greedy, and he would more than willingly take whatever Derek would give him.
Chapter Eleven
DEREK had done it. The big IT. With a man he got to call his boyfriend. After getting rid of the condom and cleaning them, Flynn dropped onto the bed beside Derek and promptly fell asleep.
Derek tried, but once the relaxing pleasure was over, he was left with some slight pain and a whole mess of thoughts because he had had anal sex. The memory of Flynn’s touch, the lustful look in his eyes, all of it was vivid and enough to make Derek start to get hard again. He was torn between wanting to turn his back to Flynn so he didn’t accidentally feel it in his sleep, and staying where he was so he could watch Flynn sleep.
In the end insomnia won out, and Derek eased his way out of the bed. He made sure the blanket covered Flynn before running his fingers through Flynn’s soft hair. He looked peaceful and perfect. Derek thought about trying to wake him with a kiss, but making the rest of the fudge would be easier if Flynn wasn’t hovering and almost getting in the way. Derek tugged on his jeans and went out to the kitchen.
Apparently hearing holiday music all the time at work didn’t dampen the need to play it while making fudge. Derek was halfway into melting the next batch when he wished he had his mom’s cookie recipes too. He sort of missed the act of making everything together. Family tradition was to set aside the first weekend of December as cookie-baking and candy-making weekend. That fell apart Derek’s junior year of high school when he worked the holiday season at the Christmas tree farm.
He sort of missed having a tree and decorating it too. Mom had tried to make him stick around at Thanksgiving for the traditional postmeal decorating, but he had work, and there was no way to wiggle out of it. He wasn’t sure he missed the act of celebrating with his family or having the familiar holiday icon around. Possibly both, which was weird. As much as his family frustrated him, he wasn’t sure he’d ever missed them before.
Flynn didn’t have a tree yet. Maybe he could convince him to buy one or split the cost or something. Not that there were any guarantees they were still going to be a couple through the holidays. Trees could get expensive, and Derek doubted Flynn had any decorations. They could make some.