Free Christmas And Gingerbread Men by Liza Kay

up a morsel of strudel and ice-cream and holding it in front of Pitney’s mouth. “What do you say we eat our dessert here and return home for some dessert of another kind?”
    Licking some ice-cream off his lips, and noticing the slight hitch in Rafe’s breathing as he did so, Pitney nodded and licked again, slower this time.
    Rafael’s reaction was immediate. The man’s pupils dilated and a flush crept up his tanned face. Loving the effect the banter had on the strong man, Pitney gave him a coy smile and another vanilla-flavored kiss. That was so much fun!
    “Hmm. Vanilla, blueberries, and cute man,” Rafael mumbled. “Delicious, tiger.”
    They fed each other the wonderful dessert, all the while exchanging tender kisses and soft words. The butterflies in Pitney’s stomach somersaulted like crazy at the prospect of spending the night at Rafael’s. He wondered what Rafael had in mind for the rest of their evening.
     
    * * * *
     
    Rafe was in heaven. He shared the steamy confines of his shower with Pitney, his soapy hands gliding all over Pitney’s creamy white and freckled skin. Pitney’s gaze was glued to Rafe’s wet, sudsy body, and his awed expression made him feel ten feet tall. He loved his body’s effect on Pitney.
    The pink flush covering Pitney from mid-chest up to the tips of his ears was most likely a result of the hot water cascading down their bodies. Anyway, Pitney’s arousal was more than obvious thanks to the twitching, slender erection jutting from Pitney’s groin. Rafe grinned. Time to play and test Pitney’s control.
    Teasingly, he merely let his fingertips graze pale flesh as he moved his hands from Pitney’s collarbones down to his nonexistent pecs. He was so thin. His lover’s breath hitched as Rafe circled his pink nipples again and again, until they hardened to the delicious peaks he loved so much. He pinched both nubs, and Pitney’s deep groan, quickly followed by a colorful curse, echoed through the bathroom.
    Next, Rafe let one hand travel down Pitney’s flat stomach. He dipped a fingertip into a tiny bellybutton, longing to explore it with his tongue. Later, he promised himself. Pitney’s belly quivered when Rafe gently ruffled the sparse treasure trail that started right underneath his bellybutton and led him right to his prize.
    When Rafe looked up, he found Pitney’s eyes huge, the golden color almost swallowed by black. Watching with rapt attention, not wanting to miss the tiniest emotion flickering across Pitney’s expressive face, Rafe circled his hand around Pitney’s slender, angry red cock. He gave the hard member a couple of slow yet tight strokes and watched as Pitney’s eyes rolled back in his head. Then he let go.
    “Aww, hell. You’re an evil bastard.” Pitney panted, his lips a deep red from his constant nibbling. “Gonna pay you back...”
    Rafe chuckled and leaned down a tad to suck Pitney’s nipple. When he gently bit down and brushed his knuckles up the underside of Pitney’s bobbing cock, Pitney suddenly lost it. Rafe hadn’t expected it and quickly wrapped his arm around Pitney’s slim waist to hold him upright. His free hand curled around Pitney’s hard length to help him ride his intense orgasm.
    Pitney’s mewls and moans, his harsh begging for more, the way he breathed Rafe’s name like a prayer, nearly drove him out of his mind. Pitney was so honest in his passion, so uninhibited. His long fingers clutched Rafe’s shoulders and would probably, hopefully, leave marks on his skin.
    Chanting something that sounded like oh god again and again—Rafe wasn’t sure because Pitney had buried his face into the crook of his neck—Pitney eventually slumped against him in a boneless heap. Rafe leaned back against the wall to support them both, hissing when his back met the cold tiles. They stood like that, Pitney limp and hunting for breath and Rafe achingly hard.
    As time passed and Pitney still hadn’t said anything, Rafe kissed his temple