He grinned down at me, his eyes sparking with love.“The best.”
Ben
Squeals of laughter and the pitter-patter of footsteps running downstairs filtered into our bedroom. Early morning sunrays lit up Tristan’s face from where we hadn’t shut the curtains. We never did, preferring to wake up with the sun.
His eyes remained closed, but the subtle shift in his breathing told me he was awake. Yeah, I was the creep he’d accused me ofbeing, and had spent far too long over the last year watching him sleep, memorizing every inch of his face and every freckle on his cheeks.
“I thought you said your sisters didn’t get up until midday nowthatthey had hit their teenage years?”
“They’re probably hyped up still from allthatcandy you kept giving them last night,”Tristan grumbled, keeping his eyes shut.
I scoffed. He was right. I’d gone completely overboard with the amount of sweets I’d bought for our Christmas Eve celebrations. In my defense, it wasn’t like I had any previous experience; I didn’t know what was too much. Besides, the girls had fun.
Over the year, I’d become like a second brother to Holly and Ivy. Holly often confided in me about her feelings for her friend, Carly, and Ivy gave me as much grief as she gave Tristan. Like him, I adored the twins, but I wasn’t too keen when they referred to me as their brother; a title I was going to rectify, and soon.
“Mom and Dad will make them go back to bed. Go back to sleep,”Tristan yawned.
He still wasn’t a morning person, and I often had to bribe him out of bed with coffee. Or sex. Unlike him, Iwasa morning person, andeventhough I’d long since abandoned my 5 am alarm, I’d still squeeze in a workout most mornings before we headed to work.
But seeing as the Crutchens family had stayed at our house overnight, ready to spend Christmas Day here, I wasn’t keen on hitting the gym.
Besides, I could think of a better way to start the day.
Sliding my hand over Tristan’s perfectly sculptured torso, dipping it under the covers, and sliding it further down, one of his eyes cracked open.“What are you doing?”
“Thought you might want your Christmas present. It’s not one I can give to you in front of your parents.”
He opened the other eye, suddenly wide awake.“Oh yeah? What is it?”
I shifted closer, moving my mouth to his ear so he could feel my breath when I whispered,“I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes almost bugged out of his head. We’d switched roles a few times throughout the year, but usually, we got so carried awaythatit was natural for Tristan to be the bottom. But I knew how much he loved fucking me, and I certainly wasn’t against it.
Without warning, he flipped me onto my back, holding himself up with his muscular arms as he hovered over me.“Best Christmas present ever.”
He lowered his mouth to mine, claiming my lips in a brutal kiss. As he nestled between my legs, I felt his cock hardening against my thigh, making my own cock throb harder than it already had been.
“I thought declaring my love for you last year was the best present ever?”I chuckled, which quickly turned into a groan when he started kissing his way down my body.
“It was,”he replied, scraping his teeth gently over my nipple.“Butthatwas last year. You’ve upped your game.”
I smirked. If only he knew what I had planned for later.
Sliding under the covers, Tristan’s mouth wrapped around the head of my cock before he sucked it, causing my hips to buck off the bed.“Mmmm, Bug. I’ll never get tired of you sucking my cock.”
“Good,”he said, flicking his tongue over my slit.
His mouth got to work, taking me to the back of his throat before popping off and teasing me with soft licks around my crown. Lost in the sensations he was eliciting, I almost forgotthatthis was supposed to behisChristmas present.
“Bug. Get up here now. I want your cock in me.”
“Yes, boss.”
He’d taken to calling me boss,eventhough I wasn’t his boss. At least, not out of the bedroom. But he called me it all the time when we were at the office or when we visited one of the properties he was overseeing the renovations for.
It had taken a month to get the paperwork drawn up to bring Rob in as a partner, and we’d changed the company name from Morley and McScroodge Properties to McCrutchens’ Homes. I’d discussed with Rob bringing Tristan into the business too, something he was on board with, and one evening late January, I presented Tristan with the paperwork showingthathe’d been made partner as well.
As he sat there, stunned, I explainedthathe wouldn’t be managing the rental agreements but was being brought in as a project manager to oversee renovations of every property the company owned. When the shock subsided, he burst into tears.
