Page 43 of The Christmas Accomplice

“Okaaaaay,” Reece said. “I’m going to ask yet again if you’re sure you’re okay with me being here?”

“I am definitely okay with you being here.” Welton approached and stood in front of Reece, tipping his head back to smile up at him. “It’s just the two of us here. No one’s going to barge in or call you on the radio.”

Reece gripped Welton’s shoulders and smiled. “I’ve been hoping to get you alone since we met.”

“You have?”

“I have.”

Reece leaned down and Welton closed his eyes. The kiss was tender and gentle, and Reece’s lips were warm and soft. While the first kiss by the toboggan run had been a sweet surprise, this one was different. It was unhurried and sensual, and the slight scrape of Reece’s stubble reminded Welton of the first time he’d kissed a man in college. The rasp against his skin had sent a shiver through him like an electric shock, and this kiss with Reece did the same. It carried the promise of heat and passion, and it sparked a fireball of desire low in Welton’s belly.

Reece started to pull away, but Welton put his arms around his neck and pulled him back, kissing him harder. Their lips parted and tongues collided, rolling and curling together. Reece moved in and dropped his hands to Welton’s ass cheeks, pulling him close and pressing their bodies together.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Reece said.

Welton took his hand and led the way, stopping at the side of the bed and turning to start kissing once again. He groaned as they kissed, and then they started undressing each other with fast, frantic movements. He’d never thought much of his body. He’d never been one to work out, so he wasn’t at all muscular. When Reece pulled off Welton’s shirt and revealed his torso, he leaned back and made a noise in his throat. Welton immediately thought the worst and crossed his arms over his chest.

“What?” Welton asked, practically demanded by the way his tone sounded to him.

“You hide that sexy body under a lot of bulky clothing.”

“Oh, um, what?” He blushed as Reece slowly unfolded his arms and eased them open so he could look him over.

“You are very sexy.”

“I don’t… I’m not.”

Reece dipped his head to kiss a nipple. “Oh yes, you are.”

Welton was trembling as Reece kissed him again, and his hands shook when he unzipped Reece’s pants. They kissed as they each stepped out of their pants and underwear. Still kissing, tongues sliding together, they fell side by side onto the bed.

Reece slid his hands over Welton’s body, stroking skin, pinching a nipple, then finally grasping the hard length of him. His touch made Welton gasp, and he rolled onto his back as Reece kissed his way down the pale skin of Welton’s chest and belly. The touch of Reece’s tongue against the fevered skin of his erection made him moan. He slid a hand under Reece’s belly, encouraging him to push up onto his knees, and as Reece sucked, Welton stroked him in time, smoothing the slick precum coating the plump head down the hard shaft.

When Reece shifted position to lie on his side with his hips near Welton’s head, Welton rolled onto his side as well and took Reece into his mouth. The bitter and salty taste of his precum felt like a brand against his tongue, and he sucked hard on the tip, drawing more out of him and making Reece groan.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

Welton took him deep into his throat, felt Reece do the same to him, and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Although he wanted to savor being with Reece this first time as long as possible, it wasn’t going to happen. He could feel his orgasm already building, brought closer by Reece’s touch, his every kiss, the taste, smell and feel of him.

“I’m close,” Welton said. “So close.”

Reece took him from his mouth and stroked him hard and fast. “Come for me, baby.”

It felt so good, Welton had no choice but to do as ordered. He cried out and felt the hot splash across his belly, stroking Reece faster and saying, “Yeah, oh yeah,” as Reece shot across his chest.

Resting his forehead against Welton’s hip, Reece cupped Welton’s balls as he caught his breath. “You’re beautiful.”

Welton put an arm over his eyes. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re delusional.”

He felt the mattress shift as Reece changed position, and then his arm was lifted away from his eyes. Looking up, he found Reece smiling down at him.

“I mean it. You’re beautiful.”

Welton looked down along his body, thinking of a way to deflect the compliment. “And I’m all sticky.”