Where the Lovelight Gleams (7 page)

“You look like you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” Cary blurted with a nervous laugh.

“Not like this.” Ryan propped himself up on an elbow and slowly sucked one of Cary’s nipples. “Not when I can
really
look.” He sucked on the other nipple and drew his fingertips down Cary’s spine before teasing the crack of his ass. He whispered against Cary’s skin. “Not when I can really touch.”

With a groan, Cary tangled his hand in Ryan’s hair and crushed their mouths together. He lengthened out on top of Ryan and thrust against him desperately. “Want you so much, Ry.”

The feel of Cary’s lean, powerful body against his own from head to toes was intoxicating. Ryan spread his legs and urged him closer. Their cocks rubbed together, and Ryan trembled with a feverish want and
need
. Any minute now he’d wake up and this would all be a dream, but until then he clung to Cary.

“I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing,” Cary muttered. “I mean…I’ve never…with a guy. Not really.”

“It’s okay.” Ryan forced himself to take a long, deep breath and stilled his hips, even though his throbbing dick protested vigorously. “We can go slow.” What he really wanted was Cary’s cock in his ass immediately, but he didn’t want to scare him off.

Cary shifted a little of his weight onto his hip and reached down to wrap his hand around Ryan’s shaft. He stroked tentatively.

Biting back a groan, Ryan thrust into the heat of his palm. “This works.”

“You said once…” Cary took a deep breath. “Remember the wrap party for season one when we all got wasted and played truth or dare?”

“Vaguely?” It was difficult to concentrate on anything but Cary’s hand on his cock. Ryan desperately tried to remember what he said in the haze of Corona and tequila shots but came up blank.

“You said you were a bottom.” Cary took a deep breath and rushed on. “SoifyoulikeitthenmaybecanIfuckyou?”

Ryan laughed and took Cary’s face in his hands. He kissed him hard. “I’ve wanted your cock inside me every day since our screen test.”

Cary’s cheeks dimpled. “So that’s a yes?” He teased the slit of Ryan’s dick with his thumb.

“Yes, yes, y—shit.”

Cary froze. “What? Did I…?”

“I don’t have anything with me.” He cursed himself. “And I don’t think Santa will leave condoms and lube in our stockings tonight.”

“Oh.” Cary relaxed and kissed Ryan. “It’s okay. I brought some. Just in case.”

Ryan’s whole body tingled.
Just in case he could have sex with me
. “You must have been a Boy Scout.”

Cary’s smile was rueful. “Nope. I tried one year, but I missed half the meetings because I had to go on location with my dad.”

“Well, you’re going to earn a badge tonight. Probably a few different ones.”

Chuckling, Cary hurried over to his suitcase. Ryan shivered without the heat of Cary’s body, but soon enough Cary was back with a box of condoms and a tube of lube that looked like it came from Costco.

“You
definitely
came prepared.”

On his knees by Ryan’s feet, Cary flicked the cap with a grin and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. Then he paused, brow furrowed. “They never really do this part in the videos.”

“So you’ve been watching gay porn?” The thought made Ryan’s throat go dry.

“Uh-huh. I was curious.”

How is this real life?
“Did you like it?”

Cary nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

His low voice sounding foreign to his own ears, Ryan asked, “Did you jerk off while you watched?”

Another nod.

Did you think about me?
Ryan couldn’t quite get his next question out. His throat was too dry.

“I imagined it was you,” Cary whispered. “That I was fucking you.”

Ryan spread his legs wide and brought his knees up, exposing his hole. He reached for Cary’s hand. “Use your fingers. Open me up for your cock.”

His breathing shallow, Cary nudged his slick fingertip into Ryan’s ass, just barely. Ryan reached for Cary’s wrist impatiently. “More. It’s okay.”

“It feels good?” Cary’s gaze was locked on Ryan’s hole as he worked him open with one long finger and then two. “God, you’re so tight.” He shuddered and jerked his straining cock a few times.

Ryan jerked his head in a nod, pressing his lips together to swallow his moans as Cary pushed into him. He spread his legs even farther, totally unselfconscious in a way he’d never been with anyone else before. “I do this to myself and pretend it’s you,” he confessed.

With a groan, Cary leaned over and kissed him. He wiggled a third finger inside Ryan. “Is it enough?”

Groaning at the delicious fullness, he nodded. “You now.”

When Cary pulled his fingers out, Ryan couldn’t help but squeeze at them with his ass, not wanting to let them go. Sitting back on his heels, Cary rolled on a condom and coated himself with another squirt of lube. His cock glistened in the moonlight, and his body looked like a marble statue.
So beautiful.

Ryan’s legs were already pulled up, but he spread them even more and lifted his ass as Cary lined himself up. Lips parted, Cary swallowed thickly.

“God, you’re amazing. I wanna fuck you so hard.”

Ryan’s heart thumped so loudly he was sure it would wake his family. “Do it.” He gripped Cary’s waist and urged him closer, not able to bite back the moan as Cary finally inched inside him. Their eyes locked, and Ryan bore down, reveling in the burning stretch in his ass as Cary filled him.

“Ryan. God, this is…” Cary groaned as he filled Ryan to the hilt. His arms shook slightly where he held his weight. “Better than anything.”

“It’s okay. Let go.”

Ryan wrapped his arms around Cary’s shoulders and opened his mouth in a silent cry as Cary plunged in and out of him. Even though the attic room got chilly in the night, they were both sweating as they rocked together, kissing with open mouths and gasping softly.

Cary’s inside me.

He could hardly believe it was happening. Cary was fucking him, his thrusts getting more and more chaotic as they got closer to the edge. He hoisted one of Ryan’s legs over his shoulder and went even deeper, brushing against Ryan’s prostate.

“There.
There
,” Ryan cried out, before slapping a hand over his own mouth. There was no door on the attic room, but at least the closest bedroom to the ladder was the kids’, and they would sleep through an earthquake.

“You feel so good,” Cary whispered, eyes wide. “Wanted to fuck you for so long. Wanna come inside you and fill you up. See my cum dripping out of your ass…”

Ryan’s balls tightened. “Fuck, yes.” He imagined they didn’t have to use a condom—that Cary could shoot deep inside him. “Harder.”

His thighs flexing, Cary tried to hit the right spot again. When he did, Ryan could only close his eyes and ride it out. He snaked a hand between them and jacked his leaking cock, so close to the edge already.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had. Knew you would be.” Panting, Cary pushed even deeper. “So good.”

Lips parted, Ryan teetered on the edge before another thrust from Cary sent him over. He splashed his chest, coming in long spurts that had his whole body trembling. He clamped down, and Cary threw his head back as he drove into Ryan’s ass until he shook with release. Eyes closed and mouth open, his face was a mask of sheer bliss before he collapsed on top of Ryan.

Chests heaving, they lay in a heap until Cary rolled away and tossed the tied condom into the garbage can by Ryan’s dresser. He rolled back and peered at Ryan with a frown. Tentatively, he reached down and skimmed his fingertips over Ryan’s stretched hole.

“Was it…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Shaking his head, Ryan drew Cary down for a gentle kiss. “It was perfect.”

Cary’s smile lit up his face. “It kind of was. You’re…” He caressed Ryan’s hair, brushing it back from his forehead. “You’re amazing. The best Christmas present ever.”

Ryan laughed softly. “You too.” He grabbed his discarded briefs and wiped off his chest. “Hey, you want to look at the stars?”

Cary squinted at the window. “I think it’s snowing too much to see them.”

With a smile, Ryan got up and led Cary to his bed, bringing the duvet with them. It was a tight squeeze in the narrow bed, but they found a comfortable position with their legs tangled and heads together on the pillow. Cary laughed quietly as he noticed the glowing stickers stuck to the slanted ceiling.

“Thanks for showing me the stars,” he whispered.

It was almost four o’clock when Ryan woke with a start and tried to inch out of bed. Cary blinked blearily, his arms tightening around Ryan. “Where are you going?”

“Santa needs to eat his cookies or I’m in big trouble in the morning.”

“I’ll come with you.”

They pulled on their pajamas and tiptoed downstairs where the gentle glow of the Christmas tree waited. They ate the cookies and shared the glass of now warm milk, trying to see who could make the biggest milk moustache before kissing them away and creeping back to bed for a long winter’s nap.

Chapter Five

“Uncle Ryan! Uncle Cary! It’s Christmas!”

Ryan opened his eyes to find Amy at the side of his bed in the dark, her cheeks flushed and a reindeer antler headband holding back her curls. He was spooning Cary—and had been drooling on the back of his neck—and was very relieved they’d put on their pajamas. He felt Cary tense in his arms. Ryan cleared his throat and held Cary close. “Merry Christmas, Amy. What time is it?”

“Six thirty. Mom said if I woke her before seven the Ghost of Christmas Past would haunt me tonight. But you guys can come down and open your stockings! We’re allowed. We got Silly Putty, and Ethan already lost his in the woodpile. Come and see all the presents Santa brought!”

“We’ll be right down. Go help Ethan find his Silly Putty.”

“Okay!” With boundless energy, Amy raced to the ladder and practically jumped down to the second floor.

Cary sprung out of bed and paced. “I’m sorry. I should have gone back to my bed. Do you think…will she say anything?”

Ryan waved his hand. “The only thing on her mind is what Santa left her under the tree.”

Running his fingers through his disheveled hair, Cary exhaled. His pajama bottoms were low on his hips and his T-shirt rode up over his hard stomach. “Okay. It’s not that I don’t…you didn’t seem to want to tell your family. Right?”

It was a great question, and Ryan wasn’t sure how he felt. It was all so new, and he could hardly believe in the slowly dawning morning light that it hadn’t all been a fevered dream. “Yeah, I guess we have stuff to talk about first. Are you…how are you feeling?”

Cary’s lips twitched into a tentative smile. “Good.” He reached for Ryan’s hand and tugged him lightly out of bed and into a sweet kiss. He smoothed his palm over Ryan’s ass. “Reindeer pajamas have never been so sexy.”

There was a crash from downstairs, and Ryan reluctantly broke away from Cary. “I’d better get down there before they break something else. My mom’s probably in the shower. She usually gets up around six to put all the presents under the tree and fill the stockings. Sorry, there’s always a line for the bathroom.”

“It’s okay. It’s nice, everyone being here together and not spread out over a dozen rooms. I like it.” Cary traced Ryan’s cheekbone with his knuckle and then leaned in and slowly licked a spot on Ryan’s jaw near his ear. “I’ve wanted to lick that mole for so long,” he murmured.

With a groan, Ryan stepped away. “Okay, we’ve got to get downstairs or I’m going to throw you down and have my way with you.”

Cary’s eyes twinkled. “That was definitely on my Christmas list.”

* * * *

“What’s this?” Cary took his place at the dinner table and prodded the brightly wrapped cylinder by his plate.

Amy frowned. “It’s a Christmas cracker.”

Cary picked it up and peered into one open end. The cardboard tube was wrapped in shiny gold-and-red paper with both ends tied off near the middle. “What’s it for?”

“For fun, I suppose,” Maureen answered with a wink as she brought in the cranberry sauce and added it to the incredible spread of sliced turkey, stuffing, yams, beans, and crispy roasted potatoes on the table. “Considering how fond Americans are of fireworks, I’m surprised this tradition was lost.”

“Here.” Ryan picked up his own cracker by one end and held out the other to Cary beside him. “Put your thumb on the little stick inside. Now give Ethan the other end of yours. When we’re all ready, then we pull at the same time.”

Once they all had one end of a cracker in their hands, they counted in unison. “One, two, three!”

Loud
pops
filled the air as the crackers tore apart and the contents went flying. Ryan fished his toy out of the gravy with his spoon, slurping the tiny pinball game into his mouth to clean it off, much to the delight of Amy and Ethan.

Cary peered into his torn cracker with a grin and shook out the contents—a toy, a joke, and a purple tissue-paper crown. He unfolded it and put it on. “This is awesome.”

Somehow Cary still looked incredibly handsome wearing a ridiculous paper hat. Ryan put on his red one. “Just wait until you hear the jokes.”

“Why did the cow cross the road?” Tony asked, reading from a curled piece of paper. He waited a beat. “To get to the udder side.”

They all groaned, and once they had on their hats, Jack retrieved the camera from the living room and stood at the end of the table. “Everyone say Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!”

Twenty minutes later, Cary rubbed his belly and shook his head. “My trainer’s going to kill me, but that was the best turkey I’ve ever had. How do you get the stuffing so perfect?”

Maureen sipped her glass of Pinot Noir at the head of the table near the kitchen, her yellow crown askew. “Years of experience. And thank you.” She reached for the platter in the center of the table. “You’re sure you don’t want more?”

Cary raised his hand. “Thank you, but I couldn’t.”

“There’s still dessert though, right?” Ethan asked. He spun the top that had come with his Christmas cracker.

“It wouldn’t be Christmas without plum pudding and mincemeat pies,” Jack said. He folded his orange hat beside his plate. “But I think we all need a breather first.”