Yours for Christmas by Joe Satoria

Author:Joe Satoria [Satoria, Joe]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Satoria Publishing
Published: 2020-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

FIVE

Spencer Grant rarely suffered from not being able to sleep, especially after downing nearly three gin and tonics. The ability to sleep seemed to creep away from him as he drifted in and out while Giovanni had no problem.

It was sharing a bed that did it for Spencer, it had been so long since he shared a bed through the night with someone else, usually when he had a guy in his bed, they’d be gone before either of them start yawning and pawing for their duvet.

Eventually sleep came like a real Christmas miracle, but unfortunately it didn’t last, and like a Christmas disaster, Spencer woke nearly touching foreheads with Gio. It didn’t stop face-to-face; Giovanni had an arm across Spencer’s chest and a leg hooked at his knee.

“Move,” Spencer said, shoving him.

“What? What?” Gio let out, his grasp growing stronger as he pulled Spencer into his arm.

“Let—go—” he said in his attempts to wriggle.

“Come here,” he let out through his sleepy strain, pulling with far greater strength than Spencer had.

He felt it. Against his thigh, Gio’s cock was hard, pressing against him. He gyrated, letting out a moan from the back of his throat.

“Get—off—me,” Spencer pushed back harder, pushing himself loose from the side of bed with a thud.

Gio glanced over the bed with hazy sleep-filled eyes. “Spence,” his let out through a rough voice. “What are you doing?”

“Fucking rubbing one out against my leg,” he spat, consoling his elbows.

Gio smirked back. “What time is it?” he asked in a yawn.

It was still dark beyond the curtain. “Time for you to turn the other way and stop touching me,” he said, shuddering as he climbed back onto the side of the bed. “Go on.” He shooed at him with the back of his hand.

“Can’t help it,” Gio mumbled, turning over as laid away. “Everyone gets the horn after a couple drinks.”

Spencer laid to face the window, his hand moving south of his body as he touched himself outside of his pyjama bottoms. There was a faint throb against the fleece material. “No,” he mumbled, pulling at it so it pressed against the waistband.

“Lying if you say you don’t,” Gio continued just as Spencer had closed his eyes.

“What?” he grumbled.

“It’s natural,” he said. “Bet you’re hard.”

Spencer choked back on a scoff in his throat. “I’m not.”

Shuffling in the bed, Gio turned to Spencer. “I wouldn’t blame you,” he said. “You’ve got me in your bed, and—”

“Go to sleep,” he shut him off.

Gio inched closer, leaning on his elbow. “This might be my dick talking, but—”

“No,” Spencer said.

“You don’t know what I was going to ask.”

Spencer turned over in the bed, coming face-to-face with Gio again. “I’m not playing gay chicken with you.”

“You’re chicken then,” he smirked, and even in the waning haze of alcohol, Spencer still found it intoxicating to see.

“I’m gay,” Spencer said, “you’d be the chicken.”

Gio gulped back, his words becoming whispers. “Let’s see.” He reached out and took Spencer’s hand.

Spencer raised his brows, letting Gio have the hand.

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