Page 54 of The Christmas Accomplice

Reece lifted his head to kiss him again and stroked Welton’s dick. “Definitely interested.”

Welton put a hand on Reece’s chest to steady himself as he adjusted his position, reaching back with his other hand to move his dick into place. Reece felt the soft resistance as Welton eased down onto him, then the grasp of muscle like warm velvet. He lay still and let Welton have all the control, watching his expression. Without his glasses Welton looked younger and more innocent. His lips, swollen from kissing and sucking, parted slightly and the tip of his tongue poked out. The light brown scruff of beard helped offset the absence of his glasses.

When Welton had at last taken all of Reece, he paused and opened his eyes to look down.

“You feel so good inside me.”

“You should feel it from this end.”

They kissed, and then Welton moved, lifting and descending. It had been a long time since Reece had fucked in this position, and he wondered why. He gripped Welton’s thighs, feeling the muscles work beneath his hands, then wrapped his fingers around Welton’s dick and stroked in time to his movements.

“Oh, yeah. Just like that,” Welton said. “God, you feel so good. It all feels so good.”

Moments later, Welton tipped his head back and cried out. His cock bucked in Reece’s grip, and he felt the hot splash across his chest. The sharp smell of it reached him, and it pushed him over the edge as well. He lifted his hips to meet Welton on a downward stroke, both of them grunting as Reece emptied himself inside him.

They kissed as Welton eased off him, then he carefully removed the condom, knotted the end, and carried it into the bathroom. A moment later he returned with a warm, wet washcloth to clean Reece up.

“Returning the favor?” Reece asked, hearing the sleepiness already creeping into his voice.

“Absolutely.”

Welton kissed him, then returned to the bathroom and closed the door. Reece forced himself to get to his feet and pulled the covers down before getting under them and adjusting the pillows. Welton was yawning when he returned from the bathroom and slid into bed beside Reece, snuggling in close to his side. Reece put his arm under and held him close. The music still played softly downstairs, most likely a satellite holiday channel or something. The dancing orange light of the fire played across the ceiling on the other side of the half wall. Reece watched it as Welton’s breathing deepened into sleep, and a sense of calm settled inside his chest. This was what he wanted; what he needed. This connection was what he’d been searching for all his life. And now that he’d found it, he was going to lose it in a matter of days.

Not if you treat him well and let him know how important he is to you.

Welton shifted position slightly, and Reece eased his arm out from beneath Welton’s shoulders. He rolled on his side so he could look at the back of Welton’s head. The swirls and tangles in his hair from the pillow. The M-shape of the hair at the nape of his neck. A small brown freckle directly over the ridge of a vertebra. Reece stared at the back of Welton’s head until his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.