Let it Snow: Minnesota Christmas, Book 1 by Heidi Cullinan

Author:Heidi Cullinan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2013-11-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

When they finally went to bed, Frankie hurried through his nighttime routine. Paul had gone up to the loft, but Arthur and Marcus stood in the kitchen, talking quietly as Frankie padded across the room in bare feet and sweatpants. He made up the sofa himself, got under the covers, then shimmied out of his clothes.

He was having sex tonight, again.

It was delicious, too, waiting nude while Marcus got ready to join him. Even hearing Arthur’s voice added to the mystique. It was almost like Marcus was his pasha, and Frankie was the harem boy to be ravished. As soon as he thought that, he felt a little bit ridiculous, and he blushed when Marcus came over and sat beside him, pinning Frankie down.

“You look like I caught you with your hand in the cookie jar,” he observed.

Frankie shrugged. “Thinking silly things, is all.”

“I love silly things.” Marcus ran his hand over Frankie’s hip. “Tell me what you were thinking.”

Frankie decided to hell with it. “I was having a princess fantasy. A pasha fantasy this time, but it’s really the same thing.” Frankie blushed. “It’s silly, I know.”

“Did I say it was silly?”

“You don’t have to.” Frankie averted his gaze. “I hadn’t meant to blurt all that out about wanting to feel like a princess earlier. I mean, I did, but—” He bit his lip. “I know I shouldn’t feminize myself. Josh is always getting angry about it. And I know you said to stop calling myself unmanly. The thing is, I’ve never been able to do the boy things, to play the boy games. Not when I was a kid, not now. I can’t do the big guffaws like Arthur or be smooth and smart like you. I can’t even do that reserved, stalwart thing like Paul. Or the smart, sassy thing like my boss does, and Josh—”

He stopped, because Marcus’s hand had dug into his hip, claiming his attention. Marcus’s eyes were dark and serious. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.” Marcus slid his hand down Frankie’s leg as he sat back with a sigh. “You know, it’s funny—earlier you were talking about how in Minneapolis you feel safe and okay because you can be in a bubble. I know what you’re talking about. I’ve been in that bubble. And yeah, I was able to pass for straight all the way up until I put a cock in my mouth. People still blink when they realize my orientation. Do you know, sometimes I think that’s worse? Maybe not worse, but it’s no better. So you stood in the locker room and they jeered at you—they invited me to jeer along. All you had to do was deflect or ignore. You were made fun of, but you got to be yourself. I had to stand there and do battle with my conscience, and my conscience always lost, all the way up until I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“I never thought about it like that,” Frankie admitted.

Marcus kept going, like Frankie had uncorked a dam.

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