Have You Seen Me? by Missy Welsh

Author:Missy Welsh [Welsh, Missy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Missy Welsh

Chapter 8

December 25

It was maybe a little creepy of him, but after Grant woke up, realized where he was, said a silent “Merry Christmas” to his mom, and wiped away a tear, he’d sat up and watched Wylie sleeping beside him.

Yesterday, the manager had come around sometime after they’d finished wrapping gifts and offered them a small, lighted tree if they wanted it. They’d plugged it in on the bedside table. Now red and green lights blinked, casting just enough color onto Wylie’s blond hair.

Grant reached over, unable to resist stroking a fat pink-blond curl sticking up beside Wylie’s ear. He looked so peaceful and innocent. Totally wasn’t, of course, not with the BJ skills he had—ohmigawd—but he looked angelic right this second.

Trying not to jostle Wylie just yet, Grant leaned over and plucked the Santa hats off the floor. He put one on and set the other in his lap, ready for Wylie. Honestly, he was so glad Wylie was here with him. He’d have been a complete mess of snot and tears and sorrow without him. None of their reasons for being here were awesome or anything, but that they were together was. He’d always loved Christmas—even if it was only ever him and his mom and maybe some friends who’d drop by—and here with Wylie he wouldn’t lose that love.

Okay, he needed Wylie to wake up now. Aside from helping him curb melancholy thoughts, there was a stack of presents calling his name.

Grant bounced a little on the bed. Wylie took a deep breath, but didn’t really move. Grant wiggled sideways to make the black metal headboard rattle. The thing looked like it might double as a torture rack or something. In fact… He looked around. The whole room looked a little like it might be advertised as Satan’s Dungeon of Screaming Fuckery.

Wylie gave a breathy giggle. Grant looked down and smiled at Wylie’s sleepy grin.

“Morning, Santa,” Wylie mumbled. He rubbed at his eye before his hand disappeared under the covers.

“Merry Christmas,” Grant said.

Wylie’s chilly fingers caressed up Grant’s calf and then along the outside of his thigh before tucking themselves under his butt. Grant snorted, but let Wylie warm his fingers, especially when Wylie puckered up and sent a lazy kiss in Grant’s direction. He leaned down to get a real one.

“Morning breath,” Wylie mumbled as their lips touched.

Grant didn’t care. He wasn’t spelunking or anything, just getting and giving a happy, wake-up smooch. He took a moment to settle the other Santa hat on Wylie’s head, and then scooted down along his lean, warm body. Wylie grinned, and Grant kissed that before dipping his head to play along the side of Wylie’s neck for a while.

Wylie gently batted at the fuzzy white ball dangling from Grant’s hat. “Never knew I had a Santa kink.”

“Look around. This whole room screams kink.”

“Santa’s Dungeon,” Wylie said, and then he actually gave Grant a sharp smack on his butt. Grant gasped, and Wylie looked a little shocked at himself, too.

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