Free Christmas with Danny Fit by Amy Lane

until after we get the kitten?” And Kit was a little stunned. He’d forgotten all about the kitten, and his expression showed it.
    The face Jesse turned toward him was tragic. “You said we were going to get a kitten—you’re not going to go back on that, right? It was a promise!”
    Kit blinked and saw a whole new Jesse. He put things together, about Jesse not wanting to visit his mom, and strings of boyfriends, and a slut-bag ex.
    “Lots of people have broken promises to you, haven’t they, Jesse?” he asked, actually amazed at his own perceptiveness, and Amy Lane

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    Jesse looked away.
    “I…I just really wanted to get that kitten. I told Emmy I’d call her and tell her what kind we got.”
    Kit nodded and sat up, and pulled Jesse closer to kiss his temple. “Absolutely. Adoption day at PetSmart. You shower, I’ll cook, you eat, I’ll shower. It’s a plan.
    Jesse’s grin returned. “You don’t want to shower together?”
    Kit looked away and blushed. “I’m, uhm, trying to keep that promise, remember?”
    So they showered and ate breakfast instead.

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    IN THE end, they got two kittens, a brother and a sister, a boy with gray-and-white patches that they named Mal, and a girl with black-and-white patches that they named Zoe. Jesse had approved and helped Kit pick out the bowls and the cat boxes and the collars, and together they made the appointments for shots.
    They took the kittens home, and Kit had made what was now a very rare stop for takeout. They ate while the kittens played with their toes (and their sweaters and their hair) and they watched old Firefly episodes on DVD and tried to introduce the kittens to their namesakes.
    The kittens were unimpressed, but the men who already loved them had a good time.
    When dinner was cleaned up, Kit told Jesse to call Emmy.
    Jesse made Kit stay in the room.
    It was hard—even harder because although Jesse’s voice was all rainbows and lollipops , his face was all mortal wounds and broken bones. Jesse made it through, though, after a thorough description of black-and-gray patches and pink paws, rough tongues, and animals so thoroughly ensorcelled by their humans that they purred on command.
    He finished because Emmy was tired, but before he hung up he said, “Yeah, Emmy. He’s the best. Thank you, sweetheart—I’m in good hands. Yeah. I love you too. Night night.”

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    He cried all over Kit then, and there had been no lovemaking that night. Kit didn’t mind, not even a little.
    They stayed in bed the next morning, though, after a shower and a quick breakfast. Jesse was not a morning person, and Kit made a mental note to buy a coffeemaker, because Kit thought it might help. (It would also have helped if the kittens hadn’t spent all night purring on their heads and kneading their hair, but that was beside the point!)
    Kit got his second, more thorough education on what two naked male bodies could do together. Kit leaned patiently on his hands and knees and allowed Jesse to invade his body, and the feeling had been… odd, at first. Stretchy and full and vulnerable, even.
    And then Jesse had started to move, and it had become tingly, and then it had become pleasant, and then Jesse had nailed his prostate, and it became explosive. Jesse came first, moaning and sweating onto his back, and Kit found he was aroused and unfinished and aching.
    “Good,” Jesse panted into his shoulder. “You can do it to me now!”
    The condom was another first, and Kit frowned as Jesse rolled it on. (Jesse had put his own on as well, and Kit thought it was something he should practice. It looked sort of tricky.)
    “I’ll get tested,” Jesse promised. “And I’m always careful, so it should be good. And then we won’t need them. How’s that?”
    That sounded great, and Kit said so, but inside he was reminded: he had waited thirty