Free Boys in Season (Boys In... Book 2) by Clare London

never said that. It doesn’t sound like my phrasing at all.”
    Seb grinned at him. “You’re too literal. Maybe I paraphrased. You know how serious you look when you frown like that?” He leaned forward as if to kiss Jamie between the brows, but dropped his head down to Jamie’s mouth instead.
    Jamie kissed back. Daringly, he ran a hand down Seb’s back and over his arse, his fingertips brushing at the crease of Seb’s jeans, just underneath his left buttock.
    Seb jerked against him, and sucked in a ragged breath. “Any more of that, man, and I’ll roll over and play ‘dead’ like the best kind of pet.”
    “You like that?” A lucky guess , Jamie thought with delight, and squeezed again. Seb felt good under his grasp and tasty on his lips. When and how had he deserved this Christmas present?
    Seb’s laugh was breathless, his arms wrapped around Jamie’s body by now. “Yeah, I like it. I like all of it.”
    Jamie looked into Seb’s dark pupils and felt like he stepped into quicksand. “So what’s happening here?”
    “We forgot to fight?” Seb muttered.
    Jamie shrugged. “More than that. We worked together. We talked. We discovered things we didn’t know before—”
    “No, that’s a lie, we knew them already,” Seb interrupted, with some of his earlier belligerence. “We just didn’t admit them.”
    “Must be the Christmas seasonal spirit.” Jamie had felt unusual ever since the evening started, ever since he arrived at Harry’s and Seb wasn’t there, filling him with a strange and angry disappointment. Then the ridiculous Secret Santa gifts, and the argument, and the cranberry, and Seb’s hot, hungry eyes… He drew another breath, his mouth ghosting in the air in front of Seb’s, reaching for another touch.
    Luckily, Seb was an obedient “pet” for things like that, because he returned the favour very eagerly, with a greedy, open-mouthed, full-of-tongue kiss. Jamie held on to him as long as he thought was decent after what was, after all, only one of their first intimacies. Then he held on some more for the delight and the hell of it.
    “So tell me.” Jamie pulled back and gazed at Seb, fascinated by the glistening saliva on Seb’s lips. “Are they icy now?”
    “Your eyes?” Seb made the pretence of considering it. Jamie pressed even closer, so his hip rubbed against Seb’s and his knee nudged between Seb’s thighs. Seb seemed to respond well to Jamie’s boldness, and—Jamie couldn’t help noticing—so did Seb’s blatant erection. Seb tightened his fingers on the material of Jamie’s sleeve and moaned very softly. “I’d say they’re at just the right temperature.”
    Jamie tilted his head, licked his lips, and nudged his jaw against Seb’s cheek. “Any chance of you remembering what we were arguing about in the first place?”
    Seb shook his head, looking a little dazed. “How the hell am I meant to remember anything, even my own name? When you let loose like this…”
    Jamie brushed his lips lightly over Seb’s ear and the other man shuddered.
    “Just wanted you to notice me,” Seb whispered. “Even the fighting did that. It’s something rather than nothing.”
    Jamie licked over the faint remaining smear of cranberry chutney on Seb’s nose, his tongue slick and swift, lapping at Seb’s hot skin. His breath was shortening and he could hear himself panting. “You stupid man. I always notice you. And this is something instead. Something you deserve.” He nipped mischievously at Seb’s earlobe.
    Seb’s laugh was astonished and breathless. He slid a hand around Jamie’s waist and pulled him sharply in against him. He twisted his head and captured more kisses. Jamie could taste the chutney in their mouths, and feel the damp heat of Seb’s palms on him. The kitchen was warm from the oven and full of the delicious aromas of cooking, everything teasing his nostrils. He could feel the flaring desire between them, weakening his knees like he was a teenager all