Page 47 of Heart of a Hero

“Not really. One holds a staff, and the other will bend and rest against the hip.” He pulled up a picture on the internet. “Like this. He’ll be holding something, so it gives the hand a purpose, but it will also make it stable.”

“Damn, you’re good,” Forrest said, and Conrad looked at him with banked heat that sent warmth spreading through him.

WHO WOULD have thought that working on a Lego model would be sexy, but the hours they spent together were like extended foreplay. They had to build the arms at the same time for balance, so their fingers touched a lot, and every time they did, the heat between them flared a little more, building slowly until Forrest found it hard to think. When he dropped a dish of bricks to the floor, he groaned and bent over to pick them up.

His back was covered in warmth as Conrad’s arms slid around him. “I love that view.”

Forrest stilled. “You do?”

“Yeah. You have the backside of a god.” Slowly Forrest straightened up, and Conrad continued holding him. “Maybe we’ve done enough for today.”

Forrest turned in Conrad’s arms. “Maybe you’re right. The arms and crown are going to take a while, as are the hands, so we may as well start fresh the next time.” He drew Conrad close. “So what exactly do you have in mind for the rest of this day? Lizzie is away, and we have the house to ourselves.”

Conrad crooned softly in his ear. “You know, we could… I don’t know… play Clue? Maybe watch Mulan for the eighteenth time…?”

Forrest chuckled. “Or we could go upstairs and I could drive you out of your mind before I strip you naked, slick up your tight little hole, and slide right inside you.” He had never been much for dirty talk, but Conrad quivered in his embrace, and damn, he found himself taking Conrad by the hand, leading him to the stairs, and up to his bedroom. He closed the door, probably out of habit, but didn’t stop to think about it. Kissing Conrad hard, he tugged off his shirt and opened his pants, shedding Conrad’s clothes as fast as he possibly could. He needed him, and it seemed by the way Conrad’s hands shook as he pulled off Forrest’s shirt, that the feeling was very much mutual.

“I want you,” Conrad whispered, and Forrest lifted him off his feet and propelled him onto the mattress. Then he stripped off the rest of his clothes, stepped out of his pants, and climbed onto the bed.

“I want you too. I want to be inside you, to feel you around me. I want to touch your heart so you know without a doubt how I feel.” Forrest rolled Conrad over, spread his bubble butt cheeks, and ran his finger over his opening, teasing the skin around it.

“Forrest,” Conrad groaned.

“Do you have stuff?” Forrest asked, and Conrad pointed to the nightstand. Forrest fumbled in the drawer but found a bottle of slick. He squeezed some on his fingers and slid inside Conrad while he kissed his way up his back. “You are so beautiful.”

“I—” Conrad began to say but groaned instead, arching his back. “Forrest.”

“Say my name again. Tell me how you feel.” The deep, guttural groan told him all he needed to know. Forrest loved how Conrad could send a ripple of desire coursing through him with just a single sound.

“Forrest,” he said again, deep, rich, filled with passion. “Don’t make me wait.”

He groaned and found a condom, rolling it on as Conrad lay face up on the bed. He raised his legs, bringing them to his chest, and kissed him, tasting those sweet lips as he slowly sank into him.

Fuck, the heat, the pressure—all of it made is mind swim with joy. And it was so much more than mere sex. He could feel Conrad’s heart, take in his breath, and watch as his soul opened to him through his deep eyes. “Is this okay?”

Conrad nodded and gasped, holding him tightly. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to. I’ll never stop loving you.” Everything had gotten so tangled up together that the one couldn’t be separated from the other. The physical sensation, his love for Conrad, all of it was so wrapped together that he couldn’t separate them if he tried. Not that he wanted to. Bring with Conrad was like touching heaven, and he so wanted that, over and over again.

They moved together, slowly at first, but that changed quickly. Each time he sank into Conrad was like coming home. He held him tightly, instinct and a wave of pure emotion driving him. This was what he wanted and what he needed. This was what had been missing from his life, and he wanted it to go on forever.

“Forrest,” Conrad whimpered. “Can’t last….”

“I know. I can feel it.” He kissed him and Conrad held his head in his hands, nipping back as he groaned into his lips, the release overpowering him. The sensation of Conrad coming on his cock was too much, and Forrest followed behind him with blinding flashes that sent him soaring.

HE DIDN’T want to move. Conrad lay in his arms without stirring, just quiet. Forrest was as content and happy as he could remember being. And the last thing he wanted was for it to change… at least for as long as possible.

“I think Mom is going to bring Lizzie home pretty soon,” Conrad said. “So we should probably get dressed.”

“Yeah. And I should probably go on home.”

“Do you have to go in to school tomorrow?” Conrad asked. “I’m off at the end of the week, but I need to go to the office tomorrow for part of the day. We’re closing at noon.”

“What do you all do on Christmas Eve?” Forrest asked.

“I used to go out with friends, but since I have Lizzie, we play games and have family time. I try not to resort to the TV, because it seems like it should be something special. Mom helps make appetizers and a few other things for dinner, and then we spend time as a family. Once Lizzie goes to bed, then Santa pays a visit. After that, Mom and I usually sit down with a glass of wine and take a breather, because it always seems like as soon as I go to sleep, Lizzie is up and bouncing on the bed, telling me that it’s Christmas morning. What sort of things do you do?”

“We used to go caroling with the church sometimes. Mom and Dad had friends who always had a big party. We’d spend the evening with them, and then in the morning it was time for presents. I don’t think Mom and Dad had a bunch of other traditions. I think they were just happy it was over and they could relax for a while.” Forrest paused. “My mom is a really social person. My dad less so. He went to the parties, but he was the one who always sat in a small group in the corner most of the evening. So Dad was always in favor of quieter holidays.”