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“Unh…fuck…” he whispers, the towel obviously out of his mouth. “Drew…fuck that’s so fucking good…Mmph…”
Once he’s drained, I release him with a pop and straighten up, taking a long moment to study his pale, wrecked face and hooded eyes. It makes me want to go again right now.
“We should get home,” I tell him.
An aftershock causes him to shudder even as he says, “But we haven’t done the gifts yet.”
I throw my head back in annoyance before stuffing my dick into my boxer briefs and zipping up my pants. “I don’t need another scary sex toy. And neither do you. Why can’t we have normal friends?”
He laughs and slides off the counter, glancing over his shoulder in the mirror and running his fingers over his leaking hole before using the hand towel to dry himself off. The sight of him touching himself only makes me want to get him alone more. But it is Christmastime, and our friends are our family, so if they want to give me an inflatable dildo, I should be gracious and accept it.
I hope they enjoy the jar of vanilla flavored lickable weed lube I paid two hundred and sixty dollars for.
I know I do.
Jeremy gives us an admonishing look when we emerge from the bathroom. “We haven’t even opened the gifts yet, you two.”
“Twister makes him horny,” I say, and Olivier slaps me in the arm.
The gang is all here. Jeremy’s boyfriend Larry, a fashion photographer I introduced him to, is passing out the gifts. His sweater is covered in red sequins with a green and gold sequined tree in the middle. Jeremy’s is simpler, modern and sleek with the classic line “Make The Yuletide Gay” underneath a pair of appliquéd cocks with kissy faces.
Jericho is sitting on her newlywed husband’s lap, laughing at something outrageous Elodie just said while her husband watches every movement of her face like he plans to draw it later. It’s exactly the kind of puppy dog admiration I always said Jericho deserved.
Joe started as her editorial assistant, but that didn’t last long when the urge to sexually harass him overwhelmed Jer’s desire to talk edits with him.
I’ve never stayed friends with an ex before, but I’ve also never had an ex I love as much as I love her. Once I fully accepted that she forgave me for falling for Olivier, we made slow, steady progress into the kind of relationship I think we were always meant to have.
Olivier and Elodie are the only people in our friend group who are actually from New York, and while not all of us have fraught family relationships, what we’ve managed to create in a town this large makes me feel more settled and cared for than I’ve ever been. I can no longer imagine wanting to leave this city, or the people I’ve met in it.
Since we were preoccupied, the only place for Olivier and me to sit is on the floor. Larry sets a large box in my lap, and I draw the number six from the dish he holds out.
I give the box a shake as I spy on Olivier’s package. It’s about half the size of mine, and I gloat about that.
“Size doesn’t matter,” he says. “Besides, you know how ruthless I am at this game.”
“Who needs another drink?” Elodie asks.
While we wait for drink refills and the White Elephant to begin, I turn to Olivier to admire the way he’s glowing in the light of the Christmas tree beside him. “What?” he asks. “Do I have cum on my face?”
“Not yet,” I whisper, but I do rest a hand on his cheek, lean in and brush my mouth against his.
He sighs softly, and I take more, his lips always, always too seductive. It’s far too easy to go from a peck to a full-open-mouthed kiss with him, and while I’m sure we have eyes on us, tonight is no exception.
Elodie says from somewhere nearby, “They’re gonna go viral again, watch.”
If someone’s filming this, I have a professional obligation to make it look good.
“Get it, Drew.”
“Show some tongue, Ollie.”
“Don’t pop a boner.”
Olivier finally laughs and ducks away, his cheeks red, and his eyes shining. “I’m sorry,” he says to everyone, not sounding sorry at all as he gestures toward me. “Have you seen him?”
Elodie, who’s the one holding the phone, turns it on herself and speaks directly to the screen. “My ex-husband, everyone. What does this say about me? Merry Christmas.”
EPILOGUE II
