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“Hmm?” Saint skims the paper, his expression inscrutable. Then, without a word, he hands it to me.
Saint,
As you can see, you make our pop happy. We both want you to keep making them happy. So, thanks for the thoughtful gifts, but all we really need from you is to keep making them smile.
Merry Christmas,
Meg and Owen
PS- Owen says he also really wantsDayDreamer 2to go with the new console we’re all pretending is a surprise, but he’s a brat, so ignore him.
PPS- Meg’s a tattler, and she totally looked at all your personal messages with Pop. She says she needs brain bleach now, but you’re welcome and we’re all going to pretend the photo was saved to Pop’s desktop.
Meg wrote most of the note, but I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the final postscript in Owen’s less than tidy hand. They’re both brats, but damn, do I love those two. I ache at not having them here to celebrate Christmas, a raw emptiness nothing can fill.
Saint does a damn good job of easing that loss, supporting me through the loneliness of missing them. It’s my first Christmas with a true partner. I don’t think I’ve ever really felt this supported and loved. I glance up from the note to see Saint smiling at me.
“Your kids are kind of awesome.”
“They really are. I miss them. Distract me for a bit?”
“Sure. Come to bed with me?” Saint gathers up the framed photo in one hand and offers me the other.
“Yes, please.” I take his hand and let him lead me up to his bed. It’s not the first time we’ve stumbled down the hallway to his room because we can’t keep our hands off each other. We both enjoy sex and Saint always makes it a good time.
This time is different. When I plaster myself against his back and push my hands under his shirt, there’s no worry at the back of my mind that he’ll shrug away from the affection. I kiss his back, between his shoulder blades. I savor his warm skin under my fingers. For once, I don’t have to ignore the lurking worry that this will be the last time he lets me touch him. I run my hands up his toned abs to the firm pecs dusted in salt and pepper hair. From there, I trail my fingers to the strong shoulders that can share the weight of all my burdens.
I want to kiss the sensitive nubs of his peaked nipples, suck and nip at them until he arches into me and pins me down to fuck me. I want to tease and taunt and take. No need to hold any part of myself back from this man who has shown me time after time that he sees and accepts all of me.
Chapter 15
Saint (December 25th, 2023)
HavingAngelplasteredtomy back while their hands explore me hits differently in the light of day. Our time together is usually a fleeting thing, full of urgent kisses and frantic need. I almost never get to take my time to savor them fully, so it’s gratifying to find that they’re still boldly eager to be close. They still want me with a raw intensity that normally makes me head for the hills once the cum and sweat cool.
I quash that initial instinct to push them away—to focus the encounter on their pleasure while keeping them at arm’s length. It’s strange and wonderful to let myself just enjoy a lover’s touch without overthinking how they’re taking my every reaction.
I get to bask in having Angel’s hands on me. No more lurking fear that they’ll see through all my pretenses to the part of me that loves too hard in what so many people have told me are all the wrong ways. They’re not wrong for Angel though. I’m not wrong, and it’s beyond freeing to feel the truth of their earlier declarations in their every touch.
Their chest pressed to my back is nice. It’s even better when I turn in the circle of their arms and join our lips in a lingering kiss as we cross the threshold into my bedroom. I fumble for my dresser to set aside the framed photo. I can position it properly later.
Angel’s arms loop around the back of my neck as we kiss. They tug me down enough to get us positioned better for them to grind against my erection. And, for once, I don’t have to hold back or worry that I’m sending mixed signals. There’s nothing left to hide. Nothing to fear in letting myself love them with all my heart.
I slip my hands under their flowy blouse and along the lean lines of their back. Angel arches, as sweetly open to me as ever. They don’t try to bite back the moan that vibrates against my lips. As we shuffle the last meter to my bed, they give in to all the ways we can give each other pleasure.
We tumble onto the duvet, still fully dressed and laughing with the sheer joy of being together. I love watching them smile and knowing that I make them happy. Our time together isn’t just a respite from their burdens, but a source of actual joy that radiates from them.
We’re both too eager to touch every inch of each other for either of us to separate enough to strip properly. Angel rucks my shirt up out of the way to cup my pec in one hand. Their lips mold to mine in perfect synchrony as I work their pants open enough to jerk them. They’re so hard in my grasp, and I want to rub Bitsy along my length, so we can both feel how hard we make each other.
“I love you, Angel,” I repeat the words that, until now, have only ever felt safe with one other person. Except as much as I love Carl, this is an expression of our closeness that Angel can share with me with an eagerness to match my own. I don’t have to woo them and worry over every little gesture living up to their expectations. They are everything I never thought I could let myself have. Angel smiles that gorgeous smile, fingers tracing over my lips, like they want to savor my words.
“Mhm. Love you too. Now, get a condom and you can make love to me.” Their adorable nose wrinkles. “Okay, gross, that was way too corny.” We both laugh as they squirm out of my arms toward the side table. It’s a relief to be able to laugh like this with them during sex. For a second there I was worried having a big relationship talk really did change things in all the ways I’ve spent so long fearing, but Angel is still their fun, vibrant, not at all sappy self. They snag one of the foil squares. “Suit up so you can fuck me like you love me. That sounds better.”
“It does.” I take the condom from them and ditch my pants so I can roll it onto my length and slick the latex with extra lube. Angel watches me reclining against my pillows with greedy longing until I arch a brow at them. “Want to climb on and ride me?”
They don’t have to be asked twice, eagerly moving to straddle my hips. I have to bite my lip to hold myself back from frantically thrusting up into them while they slide down onto me. There’s nothing quite like the soft give of their body accepting mine. It’s so much more intense knowing they’re giving me their trust and their heart, along with their body and their pleasure.
Sex with Angel has been a rush since the first time they let me bury my face between their supple thighs. It’s even better knowing I never have to give up this connection. I get to keep coming with them and coming back to them, over and over. We ride the waves of pleasure together, chasing an orgasm that leaves me breathless and boneless. I’m utterly content to gaze, smitten, up at my partner as they keep fucking themself on my dick. Soon they’re arching over me and don’t even try to hide that it’s my name they’re calling as they come undone.
