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“We aren’t…close. Not anymore. And Cruz wouldn’t let me stay by myself in a hotel.”
“Say no more, I get it.” Tommy shakes his head. “My dad fucked off when I was ten or so, haven’t seen him since. The rest of the family makes up for it. Cruz especially. He never met a stray he didn’t like.”
“Hey,” I object. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say Liam isn’t a stray, but Tommy cuts me off.
“That’s a compliment, dude,” he deadpans. “You’re a good friend. Now, tell me what school’s like.”
We spend the next hour or so telling Tommy what college is like since he’s never been, then head to bed so we don’t sleep in too late Christmas morning. That’s the plan, anyway, but once we’re by ourselves, I don’t feel like sleeping.
“Was today okay?” I climb in bed and lie on my side, facing Liam, the dim light from the moon outside the window just barely enough to see the outline of his features.
His face isn’t tense, but it’s not quite relaxed, either. Pensive, almost. “Yeah, why?”
“It wasn’t triggering to have my whole family laughing and joking and stuff?”
“Did it make me remember some things? Yeah. How could it not?” He takes a deep breath and attempts to smile. “But it was also vastly different. By the time I was old enough for adult humor there was still a little girl in the house, so we didn’t have obnoxious conversations, and there were no such things as gag gifts. I miss having a kid around since they get so excited by Christmas, but it was cool to be able to talk without worrying that you’re going to say the wrong thing and ruin the whole notion of Santa.”
“I’ve never had to worry about that. Tommy’s a few years older so I was the last in the family to believe. It’d be a ton of pressure to have to go along with the charade.”
“There are pros and cons to each, I guess,” he trails off, probably in the midst of another memory.
“Do you want to stay? We don’t have to. I meant it when I said we could leave if it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much.” He presses his fingers to my chest, holding them there as if the contact reaffirms that I’m here even if he can’t see me well in the dark. “I like your family. Especially your grandpa.”
“Don’t go getting any ideas.” I take his hand in mine. “You’ve graduated from ironic sunshine to sunshine, no going back.”
“I don’t know. Grandpa seems perfectly happy to complain about everything. I could see myself slipping without the proper incentive to stay in a good mood.”
“I assume you’re going to tell me what the proper incentive is?” I bring his hand to my face and kiss his palm.
“Depends. Is that noise machine floating around up here?”
***
The first thing I notice when the sunlight wakes me up is that Liam’s still asleep. The second is that the noise machine is still running, and it’s just loud enough to mask the noises I intend to have him make.
Moving at the pace of a sloth so I don’t shake the mattress, I scoot down the bed, taking the covers with me. He shifts slightly when the cooler air hits him, but doesn’t wake, and lucky for me since he’s rolled to his back he’s giving me an unobstructed view of his cock.
Good thing we never put our shorts on after fooling around last night.
I take a minute to admire how cute it looks when it’s soft—he’s a grower, not a shower—and while the sight of him hard is definitely a turn-on, I also like seeing it rest sleepily against his thigh. But it’s Christmas morning, and I want to wake him up right.
No better way to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ than dick in the morning.
So, I take it in my mouth. Gently at first, so I don’t jolt him awake, I slurp on as much of him as I can fit. He tastes faintly of the cum he spilled last night, a flavor I can’t really describe despite the fact I’ve learned to appreciate it over the last several weeks. I’ll just call it sunshine.
A soft little moan wafts over me—he’s not awake but getting there—just like his cock, which is starting to firm up in my mouth.
If someone told me a month ago that I’d jump at the chance to wake Liam up with a blow job, I’d have assumed they were concussed. And I would’ve been wrong. I love this part.
At first, I figured it would hurt my jaw, but I’ve been practicing over the past several weeks, and I can definitely go longer before it starts to cramp. I can take Liam deeper too, which is a good thing since the guy grows pretty big. I love seeing him all hot and hard, his full length eager for it, although my favorite is when he’s still asleep, and soft, and that my mouth can turn him to stone.
I don’t know why I like that so much. My best guess is it’s pretty irrefutable evidence I’m doing a good job, and for a guy who didn’t know what to do before we started experimenting, it’s pretty heady to see the effect I can have on someone else.
Another groan rumbles from his throat, and since he’s fully erect now, I’m pretty sure he’s awake.
I bring my eyes up to meet his, finding them glazed with desire as he brings a hand to my head and sifts his fingers through my hair. It’s gentle, much like the leisurely way I’m sucking him, and soothing enough that it makes my eyes feel heavy. I’m tempted to shut them, but then I wouldn’t see the bliss in Liam’s as he watches me swallow his cock.
