A Guy for Christmas by K.C. Wells

Author:K.C. Wells [Wells, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K.C. Wells
Published: 2020-11-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Dean lay in bed, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over his bedroom through the cream blinds. A warm body nestled in his arms, and Robin’s even breathing was the only sound in the room.

This is heaven.

He hadn’t intended on taking a nap. It had sort of snuck up on them. Not that Dean was surprised Robin had fallen asleep. He’d been wiped out. Dean breathed in Robin’s smell, relishing the feel of his body against Dean’s, the touch of his hand covering Dean’s on his chest.

I could get used to this.

Most of his hook-ups took place in hotel rooms or motels. It was safer than bringing them back to his place. Some school boards required LGBT staff to be more accountable than their straight counterparts, not that Dean had ever run into that kind of trouble.

He was careful to keep his personal life away from prying eyes.

Then it occurred to him that Robin was already way more than a casual hook-up. Dean had no idea where this was going, but he loved it so far.

Robin stirred in his arms, and Dean stilled, unwilling to burst the wonderful bubble that encapsulated them. I want to hold onto this.

Yeah. That feeling right there told him Robin had become a lot more than a younger guy popping his cherry.

Dean had to admit, Robin’s bed hair was kinda cute. He glanced at Robin’s sleeping form, loving how he held onto Dean’s hand as if determined to keep them connected.

How long can we stay like this?

It was a tempting thought, but Dean had to eat something. And then there were the Christmas lights to put up, not to mention decorating the tree.

The Christmas tree that was still strapped to the roof of his car.

Hey, I got distracted. And what a gorgeous distraction. Dean could quite happily spend the rest of Saturday in bed with Robin. But we can’t.

He kissed Robin’s head. “Hey. Wake up.”

Robin stirred in his arms and rolled over to face him, his hair adorably tousled. “Hmm?” Then he gave a sleepy smile. “Hey.”

Dean stroked his cheek. “Ready for lunch now?” Before Robin could answer, a loud grumble erupted from his stomach, and Dean grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes. How does a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup sound?”

Robin beamed. “Sounds amazing.”

“Then why don’t I get on that, while you do something with your hair?” Dean tried not to chuckle.

Robin’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, what do I look like?”

“There are two possible answers to that question,” Dean told him. He kissed Robin on the mouth, taking his time. “You look like you just got fucked,” he whispered. Robin’s breathing hitched, and Dean kissed him again. “You also look cute as hell.” It was an effort to tear himself away. “I’ll go downstairs and start lunch. The bathroom is through there, if you want to… tidy yourself up a bit.” And there it was again, the urge to take Robin in his arms, pull the comforter over their heads, and kiss him all over.

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