This was unexpected, and also it was exactly what I wanted. I felt my smile growing wider and wider as the reality of Andrew’s words settled in like a dense layer of fresh snow.

“I mean, it’s fine if you don’t feel the same way…”

That was when I realized I hadn’t even said a word. “What? No! I mean, of course I do. I wanted you as mine from the start, Andrew. I asked you to come along on this trip as my real boyfriend—if I’ve got to pull out the receipts, I will.”

Andrew laughed at that, sounding relieved, as if he was letting go of a breath he had been holding. “I remember,” Andrew said, his head tilted down but his light brown eyes looking up at me. “You stuck out at me, too. I still even remember what you were wearing that day you walked into Stonewall for the first time. How crazy is that?”

“You had on this silk button-up shirt with a Christmas tree on the front, and a pair of pretty tight white pants,” I said.

“Wow… I think that’s exactly right, actually… Were they really that tight?”

“I know it is.” I was confident because that first meeting was tattooed into my brain. “And yeah, they were pretty tight,” I said, smiling. It wasn’t even that eventful of a meeting, and yet it was the most consequential event of my life.

Then a question popped into my head. Even though my body was crying out to be plastered back against Andrew’s, I still had to be sure this was what he really wanted. “And you’re not doing this because of Brooke, right?”

“Absolutely not,” Andrew said with a certainty that left no doubt inside me. “No way. If I were really worried about her and didn't like you, then I’d take you up on that offer to leave early. But that’s not what I want to do.” He took a breath, looking me in the eyes and locking me in place. “If anything, she made me realize that’s exactly what I don’t want to do. I don’t want this to end, and the only way that can happen is if we’re together. Like, for real together.”

“And you don’t think it’s too soon?”

“After what? My failed marriage?” He “pffted” and waved a hand. “I’ve come to terms with it, and hanging out with you actually opened my eyes to just how low I settled when I said yes to Barry.” He smiled then, showing that well of strength I knew Andrew possessed. It was something that made me want him even more, if that were possible. He faced life’s problems with a smile and a lesson learned, the way we should all be handling the curveballs we get thrown. “I mean, I’m not going to go as far as saying that him cheating was the best thing that’s ever happened to me, since that title obviously goes to meeting you, but… I guess it’s second-best?”

“If I ever see that guy, just know you might have to come and bail me out of whatever jail I end up in after beating him to a pulp.”

Andrew cocked his head. “I don’t like violence,” he said. “But you know what would hurt him even more than a black eye? Seeing us making out like horny teenagers. Just be sure to grab me and kiss me, hard, if we ever bump into him.”

I smiled at that, licking my lips. “I could do that.” I stepped back toward him, grabbing his hands. Our bodies were back to pressing on the other. I could feel his hard length growing harder between us. I teased his lips with mine, brushing them softly over his wet, pink lips.

“Like this?” I asked, using my breath like a brush against his skin.

“A little harder,” he said, the mischievous tone in his voice making my cock throb between us.

I kissed him a little harder, just like he asked. “Like that?”

His lips were glossy. He swallowed and shook his head, looking up into my eyes. He pushed his hips forward, rubbing himself on me. It drove me wild. “Harder,” he said, almost whispering it.

I took his face in both my hands and kissed him, unleashing the beast that had been banging at the bars inside my chest. I growled into the kiss, tasting him, taking him. His tongue passed over mine, under, probing my mouth, his hands holding my sides and his fingers pressing into skin, applying a pressure that sent heat waves pulsing through me.

This had to be moved to the bedroom. I couldn’t take it anymore. I broke from the kiss, as much as my body was telling me not to, and I led Andrew to the first door in the hallway, opening it and walking into the bedroom. The bed was queen-sized, and the headboard was created from the trunk of the tree that was rising upward through the house. The bedding looked fresh and smelled like recently washed laundry, the white sheets tucked in tight and ready to get messed up. There were a few white candles on a nightstand, the kind that flicker and look exactly like the real thing but had zero flame. I turned them on since the sunlight wasn’t really reaching this side of the tree house, making the room darker than the rest.

“Come here,” I said, a gravel to my voice that wasn’t there before. Andrew was everything I found sexy in a man, and he was pushing me into a realm of passion I hadn’t experienced with anyone before. He was everything I ever craved, the image I painted when I emptied my balls by myself. It was in the way his lips curved, and the cut of his jaw, and the scent of mint and oak aftershave on his skin, and the way his hair was just long enough to grab. My hands went up to his head, and my fingers grabbed on and pulled, his lips crashing onto mine and giving my body exactly what it was yearning for. My cock throbbed hard in my briefs, reacting to the taste of Andrew on my tongue, his tongue probing my mouth.

I was being pushed back, slowly. Our tongues were still locked in a dance as Andrew guided me over to the bed and down onto the mattress so that I was lying on my back. He began to straddle me, his legs on the inside mine. He pushed my legs open and started to rub his hard bulge against mine, only a few layers of bothersome fabric separating our stiff cocks from rubbing against each other. I thrust up, grinding myself on him.

This position surprised me and turned me on endlessly. Andrew was taking the reins and pushing down on me, opening my legs up even wider, sending pure hits of ecstasy rushing through my veins. I pulled back from the kiss and looked up. Andrew’s lips were plump and glistening, his eyes practically steaming from the heat overtaking the both of us from the inside out.

“Fuck yeah, Andrew,” I said. I lifted my ass in the air, pushing him against my hole, letting my head fall back as the sensation of Andrew’s hard dick rubbing against my balls and ass washed over me. But it still wasn’t enough. These clothes needed to be ripped off as fast as humanly possible. “Take these off,” I said, tugging at the waistband of his jeans. “I have to feel you against me, Andrew.”

He looked at me and smiled with his eyes half-lidded as though he were drunk off the rich oxygen that filled our lungs. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it, revealing a sexy body that needed my hands all over it. He got up and started to unzip his jeans, a half smirk playing on his face as he pulled the jeans down to reveal a pair of bright red briefs. Andrew always seemed confident to me, but now it was like he was taking on an entire new form. He was so fucking sexy, the way he tugged off the jeans and threw them to the side, winking at me as he massaged himself over his already wet briefs. Just judging by the bulge, Andrew was carrying a mallet between his legs.

“Damn, Andrew, do you have a concealed carry license for that thing?” I asked, my mouth already watering as Andrew continued rubbing himself. I could see the dark stain of precome spreading from where the head of his cock was leaking through with excitement. My own dick throbbed against my pants, threatening to tear, though. I unzipped and pulled them off, pulling my underwear with them, my hard cock springing out and slapping onto my stomach with an audible slap.

“Mhmm,” Andrew said, his turn to drop his briefs. He tugged them off, revealing the most magnificent fucking dick I’d ever seen in my life. It was literally fucking perfect, and that wasn’t a hyperbole.

It jutted out from him, pulsing slightly in the air, the big head leaking at the tip. There was a crown of well-maintained dark pubes that made me want to rub my face against him. He had a sexy pair of heavy balls that begged to be sucked on. He was thick and a two-hander, for sure.

I had to get him in my hands. I had to have that thing in my mouth.

“Fuuuck, you’re so hot,” I hissed as I sat up on the bed and moved over to the edge, planting my feet on the ground and staring with wide, awe-filled eyes at Andrew’s gorgeous cock. “I think I’ve got dick envy. Is that a thing? I think I have it.” I grabbed him with one hand, plenty of real estate still available. “Yup,” I said, confidently, “it’s a thing.”

Andrew laughed and then took in a sharp breath as I licked up the precome, my tongue sliding against his wet slit. He tasted like the nectar of the damn gods. I sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue and lapping up as much precome as I could, driven by how Andrew was moaning louder, his hands coming up to get tangled in my hair. I loved feeling the pressure of my hair getting pulled, and sucking more of Andrew into my mouth seemed to trigger the exact reaction I wanted. Andrew’s fingers tightened and he pulled down, asking me to take more of him without even saying a word.

I gave him what he wanted, stuffing his cock as far down my throat as I could take.

“Oh shit, that’s it, Declan.” I looked up to see his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his chest flushed pink and his nipples pebbled hard. I brought my hands up to his ass and squeezed, loving how it felt having him fucking my throat while I played with his ass.

“God, Deck, you feel so fucking good.” He looked down at me as I slurped and sucked on his hardness. My legs were spread wide, my hard dick jutting up and pulsing in the air. I could feel a trail of precome leaking from my tip, but I wanted to keep my focus fully on Andrew. I wanted to please my boyfriend, give him what his body was crying out for.

“That’s it, Deck.” His fingers gripped my hair tighter. He started to thrust, his cock pushing farther into my throat, the taste of him filling my mouth. Behind him, I spread his ass and slipped a finger down his crack, finding his hole and pushing down. His entire body convulsed, and a moan was yanked from his chest. I pushed harder, playing with the rim of his hole as he continued to plunge almost his entire length down my throat.

I kept it up until I felt like Andrew was pushing right up onto his edge. I pulled off his cock then, squeezing his ass before sitting back on the bed. “Come,” I said, leaning forward and grabbing Andrew by his thighs, pulling him onto the bed. I laid him down, his eyes locked on mine, a drunken grin on his face, his cock rubbing against me and leaving a trail of his precome on my skin.

With him lying down, I could fully appreciate the beauty of a man that was in front of me. I kneeled at his side and ran my hands over his body softly, teasing him when my fingers glided over his hard nipples. His cock was bouncing in the air, but I kept my hands moving past it, down his thighs, squeezing, admiring. I started to kiss, and Andrew started to moan, a sound I had become thirsty for.

I kissed and sucked my way back up his body, making my way up his throbbing shaft, up the light happy trail of hair, over his soft belly, across his chest, up to his chin. By now, my cock was pressed hard against his. I pushed down, applying a delicious pressure to both of us as my mouth fell on his.

“God, Andrew,” I said, our naked bodies pressed together, “this is the best fucking Christmas I’ve ever had.”

“Me too,” Andrew said, smiling up at me, his eyes glazed with the passion coursing through the both of us.

This is real… This is fucking real.

I crushed my lips against his again, wanting to feel just how real this really was.