First Footing by Clare London

Author:Clare London
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christmas, mm romance, established couple, christmas card game
Publisher: Clare London

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Caleb felt as if he could drown in the darkness of Owen’s eyes—in the desire he saw there. He’d drown, and it would be hot and thrilling and shocking. He’d not call for help. Definitely not.

“What about the card? About the greeting?”

“To hell with it.” Owen muttered, and ran his fingers down Caleb’s nearest rib. The faint sheen of sweat made the progress almost slick. He grabbed Caleb’s waist again, as if to manoeuvre them both out of the kitchen and into the hall.

The muscles on Caleb’s belly clenched away from his lover’s touch as if they were unwilling or nervous. Caleb knew that would never be the case, but he liked the effect a hell of a lot. He grunted, and let himself be moved through the doorway; he felt the spring of carpet under his feet again. Leaning forward, he touched his mouth to the bottom of Owen’s jaw, tight with determination. “No longer a problem? Where’s your staying power?”

“I’m saving it for other pursuits,” Owen whispered hoarsely against Caleb’s ear. He backed Caleb towards the lounge, and kicked the door open in front of them. The furniture seemed a long way away, and his patience seemed shorter than ever.

Caleb knew Owen’s impatience of old. He wondered exactly when Owen had started to imagine stripping Caleb and making out on the couch; he knew that’s where Owen’s thoughts were now, he could see the darkness of Owen’s dilated pupils. Maybe it had been when they’d finished the shopping and Caleb had leant over into the trolley to pack the bags; or when Caleb had searched deep in the arse pocket of his jeans to find the parking ticket; or when Caleb had opened the bag of doughnuts in the car and dipped a finger in to pick up the excess sugar….

Owen gave a small, tight moan. “He who fights and runs away, Caleb, lives to fight another day. I don’t care about Amy’s Christmas greetings, however they’re phrased.”

Caleb sighed exaggeratedly. Owen’s cheeks were brushed with the colour of the jam in those doughnuts Caleb had eaten. He thought it was just as delicious. “So you’re unmoved by those cute bear cubs?”

“I’m like stone.” Owen turned his head away from Caleb’s lips and bit none too gently at the other man’s ear lobe.

Caleb hissed in a breath. “And such frivolous glitter?”

“Irritating.” Owen nudged his knee between Caleb’s legs, and stumbled them up against the arm of the couch. He ran his mouth from Caleb’s ear and down to his neck. “Drop the card, Caleb.”

Caleb threw his head back, his Adam’s apple throbbing under the barest touch of Owen’s lips. “Good strategy, Anders. You negotiate well.” He moaned as teeth nipped at his skin. “But the early bird catches the worm, they say…”

Owen gave a strangled chuckle. His breath was very shallow. He slipped long, well-practised fingers in under the waistband of Caleb’s jeans. Caleb tightened his hand in Owen’s hair to keep him close.

They both released their grip on the Christmas card at almost the same moment.

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