Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
When they pulled up in front of the cabin, Jack hurried toward the door, but Simon stopped him.
“We don’t have to—” Jack began, instantly gentle.
“I want to...out here.”
Jack’s pupils dilated and he nodded, then pulled Simon to the copse of trees at the side of the cabin.
Simon shoved Jack against a thick tree, dropped to his knees, and pressed his face against Jack’s thighs. He was overwhelmed, which was different than anxious, and turned on. He wanted to touch Jack, pleasure him, not have to think.
He undid Jack’s belt and pulled his pants down, sucking Jack’s cock into his mouth before the cold air could chill him. Jack gasped and slid a hand into Simon’s hair.
“You look so fucking hot like that. Swallowing my dick, hungry for it. Fuuuuuck,” he groaned when Simon took him deeper.
Jack’s powerful thighs were tight and Simon squeezed his ass, then pulled him forward, encouraging Jack to thrust in and out of his mouth.
“Fuck, baby, you feel amazing. You want me to keep talking?”
Simon moaned and nodded. Nothing got to him like hearing all the things Jack wanted to do to him.
Simon closed his eyes, focusing on the slick slide of Jack’s cock over his lips and into his throat. He relished the sensation of choosing something to block his speech and breath.
“Shit, you look like a fuckin’ angel, Simon. Like all you want in the whole world is to have your mouth on me. Maybe I should keep you between my legs all day when I’m drawing, keep my dick in your mouth, just—oh god—have you kneel there and service me whenever I want.”
Simon moaned and shoved a hand in his pants, so turned on it wouldn’t take much.
“Don’t make yourself come,” Jack said sharply. “Just touch that hot dick and wait for me.” Simon almost choked as lust rolled through him and he squeezed the base of his cock to keep from coming at Jack’s command.
“So close, shit,” Jack gasped.
Simon swallowed around him and Jack came, pulsing hotly down Simon’s throat with each thrust.
Before Simon had gotten his breath, Jack dragged him off his knees and kissed him deeply, breathing hard. He slid a hand into Simon’s jeans and fucked him with his tongue as he fondled him. When Jack fisted his cock and jerked hard, Simon’s vision whited out and he came, gasping and swearing, into Jack’s hand.
“Jesus Christ,” Jack groaned and Simon whimpered and let himself fall against Jack.
When he could open his eyes, he let out a creaky laugh.
“Hmm?” Jack inquired.
Simon turned them slightly and pointed, too wrung out to speak.
Pickles, Mayonnaise, and Louis were lined up side by side in the kitchen window, staring at them, heads cocked.
* * *
The afternoon of Christmas Eve, Simon paced the basement and refreshed the UPS tracking link one million times. The perfect gift for Jack had come to him in the middle of the night and if it didn’t get here on time he was going to flip his shit.
No, he told himself as his heart started to race. He lay down on his back on the rug and stretched. You won’t flip out. You’ll just give Jack his present after Christmas. It’s not that big a deal.
He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth for a few minutes, then practically screamed when the doorbell rang, startling him.
He bolted up the stairs and wrenched the door open to claim the package before he even thought about the awkwardness of having to see the delivery person.
He had the envelope in hand and was flush with relief that the heavy snows of the past week hadn’t scuttled his plan when his grandmother came downstairs.
“Do you want your gift now or later?” she asked.
“Are you sure you wanna go to Mom and Dad’s instead of coming to Jack’s?”
Jack had been really disappointed when Grandma Jean had said she thought she should go to Simon’s parents’ house for Christmas and had asked for a raincheck for the next year.
“I think I can stand my own son for a few hours.”
She winked at him and Simon smiled.
“I just mean...it’s the first Christmas without Grandpa, and...”
Simon had his suspicions that she’d turned down Jack’s invitation because she wanted a quick holiday visit and then the night to herself to remember him, so he hadn’t pushed.
Jean patted Simon’s cheek.
“I’ll miss your grandfather wherever I am today. And every day,” she said.
Simon swallowed and nodded.
“So. Presents?”
“Okay, now.” Simon smiled.
He ran downstairs to grab hers and they met in the living room. This was their tradition.
They opened them at the same time and when Simon saw her face he knew he’d won before he even got the paper off.
The needlepoint pattern was of a photo of Simon and his grandparents when he was a toddler. He was wearing a red hooded sweatshirt and his grandparents each had hold of one of his hands, swinging him above the ground. Simon was grinning at the camera with glee, but his grandparents were smiling at each other.