aching in his throat he just knew Jesse Amy Lane
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would laugh at how young he was, a virgin, in love with the first guy he laid.
When he pulled back, Jesse’s eyes were shining, and he wiped the back of his hand across them with a rough movement.
“You’re pretty good at this sex thing, you know that, Kit?” His voice was rough and wobbly, and Kit felt his eyes get bright too.
He kissed Jesse softly and stretched out next to him, and thought that maybe it wasn’t the sex he was good at, it was the love part, but he didn’t say that.
It just may have been too real.
They lay quietly for a while after that, and Kit spent some time running his hand up and down Jesse’s chest and arms, skimming his fingertips over youth-prominent clavicles and stroking his deceptively strong-lined jaw.
Jesse tried to do the same thing to Kit after a few moments, and Kit remembered that he was naked, and he was imperfect.
The thought sent him diving for the covers, and Jesse’s laugh had the ring of hurt to it.
“Come on, Kit…. I like your body too!”
Kit clamped the comforter over his chest with his arms.
“You’ll like it better in six weeks!” he said adamantly, and Jesse’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m not waiting six weeks to see you naked, you moron!
Jesus—we just…. You just let me go down on you—do you think I didn’t see it then?”
Kit turned red. “Well then, you know,” he said, because anybody would know after that.
Jesse prodded gently at the arm nearest him. “Know what?”
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His voice was as gentle as his touch, and Kit allowed his arm to be moved for no other reason than it was Jesse.
“Know that I’m the size of a Volkswagen,” Kit grumbled, and Jesse laughed. He actually laughed.
“You’re thick, all right. You’re thick in the head and you’re thick in the cock, but your body is not nearly as bad as you think it is.”
“Fine.” Kit grabbed the comforter and threw it down to his hips, and Jesse laughed some more. Suddenly, Kit thought he might run naked through their little office building if it would make Jesse laugh just like that, warm and throaty and kind.
“Nice,” he murmured appreciatively. “You can see where the workouts are doing their job…. See?” He poked Kit in the stomach, and Kit tightened reflexively. “Look at that. Voila! Definition.”
Kit smirked a little. “You could bounce a quarter off your stomach—don’t bullshit me.”
“Well, you want that tummy, you need to go to my gym!”
Kit colored. “Nah. I think I’ll stick with Danny Fit, thank you.”
Jesse grimaced playfully. “Oh God! How’s a mere mortal going to compete! Danny Fit! God of gay fitness!”
“I didn’t know he was gay,” Kit said, wide-eyed, and Jesse saw the hero worship and rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, Kit, pop culture isn’t just for sci-fi—read a magazine at a checkout stand, whydontcha!”
“Oh.” Kit looked away, embarrassed, but not for long.
Imaginary, gay Danny Fit was tucked away on his DVD player, and live, cute-as-hell, willing-to-touch-him-and-like-him-for-who-Amy Lane
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he-was Jesse was in his bed, and getting ready to go down on him all over again.
Danny who?
THEY might have played in bed all day, but Jesse stretched at around one o’clock and said, “There’s a lot more we could do here, buddy, but I’m about all come out.” He rolled over onto his stomach and propped his chin on Kit’s. Kit smiled at him and stroked his hair back from his face. It was a little bit greasy, because, hey, the guy had driven all night to see him, and him alone, and that was a reality Kit could live with.
“Did we want to try the, uhm,” Kit blushed, but he kept stroking Jesse’s hair.
“The thing?” Jesse supplied drily, and Kit nodded.
Penetration. Condom. Lubricant. The big A. The thing. Top or bottom, Kit was looking forward to it.
“Can we wait
Christmas With Danny Fit [63]
would laugh at how young he was, a virgin, in love with the first guy he laid.
When he pulled back, Jesse’s eyes were shining, and he wiped the back of his hand across them with a rough movement.
“You’re pretty good at this sex thing, you know that, Kit?” His voice was rough and wobbly, and Kit felt his eyes get bright too.
He kissed Jesse softly and stretched out next to him, and thought that maybe it wasn’t the sex he was good at, it was the love part, but he didn’t say that.
It just may have been too real.
They lay quietly for a while after that, and Kit spent some time running his hand up and down Jesse’s chest and arms, skimming his fingertips over youth-prominent clavicles and stroking his deceptively strong-lined jaw.
Jesse tried to do the same thing to Kit after a few moments, and Kit remembered that he was naked, and he was imperfect.
The thought sent him diving for the covers, and Jesse’s laugh had the ring of hurt to it.
“Come on, Kit…. I like your body too!”
Kit clamped the comforter over his chest with his arms.
“You’ll like it better in six weeks!” he said adamantly, and Jesse’s eyes narrowed.
“I’m not waiting six weeks to see you naked, you moron!
Jesus—we just…. You just let me go down on you—do you think I didn’t see it then?”
Kit turned red. “Well then, you know,” he said, because anybody would know after that.
Jesse prodded gently at the arm nearest him. “Know what?”
Amy Lane
Christmas With Danny Fit [64]
His voice was as gentle as his touch, and Kit allowed his arm to be moved for no other reason than it was Jesse.
“Know that I’m the size of a Volkswagen,” Kit grumbled, and Jesse laughed. He actually laughed.
“You’re thick, all right. You’re thick in the head and you’re thick in the cock, but your body is not nearly as bad as you think it is.”
“Fine.” Kit grabbed the comforter and threw it down to his hips, and Jesse laughed some more. Suddenly, Kit thought he might run naked through their little office building if it would make Jesse laugh just like that, warm and throaty and kind.
“Nice,” he murmured appreciatively. “You can see where the workouts are doing their job…. See?” He poked Kit in the stomach, and Kit tightened reflexively. “Look at that. Voila! Definition.”
Kit smirked a little. “You could bounce a quarter off your stomach—don’t bullshit me.”
“Well, you want that tummy, you need to go to my gym!”
Kit colored. “Nah. I think I’ll stick with Danny Fit, thank you.”
Jesse grimaced playfully. “Oh God! How’s a mere mortal going to compete! Danny Fit! God of gay fitness!”
“I didn’t know he was gay,” Kit said, wide-eyed, and Jesse saw the hero worship and rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, Kit, pop culture isn’t just for sci-fi—read a magazine at a checkout stand, whydontcha!”
“Oh.” Kit looked away, embarrassed, but not for long.
Imaginary, gay Danny Fit was tucked away on his DVD player, and live, cute-as-hell, willing-to-touch-him-and-like-him-for-who-Amy Lane
Christmas With Danny Fit [65]
he-was Jesse was in his bed, and getting ready to go down on him all over again.
Danny who?
THEY might have played in bed all day, but Jesse stretched at around one o’clock and said, “There’s a lot more we could do here, buddy, but I’m about all come out.” He rolled over onto his stomach and propped his chin on Kit’s. Kit smiled at him and stroked his hair back from his face. It was a little bit greasy, because, hey, the guy had driven all night to see him, and him alone, and that was a reality Kit could live with.
“Did we want to try the, uhm,” Kit blushed, but he kept stroking Jesse’s hair.
“The thing?” Jesse supplied drily, and Kit nodded.
Penetration. Condom. Lubricant. The big A. The thing. Top or bottom, Kit was looking forward to it.
“Can we wait
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