Thanksgiving Fic: A Lot To Be Thankful For by J.L.
Langley
Juggling his phone, onto his shoulder, Rhys pulled into his
driveway beside Sterling’s black Jeep Wrangler and grinned.
“Hey, what’s Sterling doing here?”
“Hold on. Remi! What’s Sterling doing at Rhys’?” Jake
shouted in Rhys’ ear.
Wincing, Rhys pulled the phone away. Jake had two volumes
lately, an outside voice and…well, a stadium voice. Probably
from yelling at all the football games. Or it could be from
trying to talk over Sterling to get a word in edgewise, but Jake
had been doing that the last several years, so it was likely the
excitement of Sterling’s high school football team heading for
state this year. It was pretty neat this being Sterling’s senior
year and him being the star wide receiver. It seemed like
everything anyone said lately ended in “woo go Spartans.”
Rhys turned off the ignition, removed his keys and got out of
his car. “Hey, Jake.”
“Hold on. Remi!”
“Jake.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. I’ll ask him myself.” Rhys hit the button on the
key fob, locking his door. He hadn’t seen much of the kid
lately. This was a nice surprise.
The porch light was on, so apparently Sterling anticipated
Rhys being late, because it was only six o’clock and not quite
dark yet. Who knew how long Sterling had been here.
Knowing Sterling he’d already eaten half the sweets Rhys had
picked up from the bakery yesterday for Thanksgiving
tomorrow. Rhys’ grin faltered into a groan. Oh god. Sterling
on a sugar high. The years hadn’t made a bit of difference.
After a few deserts, Sterling was just as hyper now as he was
at fifteen.
“You gonna feed him?” Jake asked munching on something. If
Sterling was already digging into tomorrows food, apparently
he wasn’t the only one.
As Rhys stepped onto the front walk, Sterling opened the door
with a huge grin on face. “Hi.”
Unable to help himself, Rhys smiled and continued up the
walk. Sterling was the one thing guaranteed to brighten his
mood no matter what. Not that he was in a bad mood, but the
day just got a whole lot better. “Yeah I’ll feed him. What time
do you want him home?”
There was more crunching. “What the— Holy shit, pup! What
are you wearing?”
What? “Jake?”
“Sorry, listen why don’t you just keep Sterling there with you.
We’ll be there at what…noon tomorrow? Gotta go.” Jake
hung up.
Yeah, easy for him to say, he didn’t have to keep his damned
hands off his mate. Fucker. He was, from the sounds of it
about to get laid. Asshole. Rhys flipped his phone shut and
stuffed it in his pocket.
Grinning brighter, Sterling pushed the door further open and
leaned against it, giving Rhys a better look at him. Sterling
wore a tight black thermal t-shirt, showing off the nicely toned
biceps he’d earned in football, and a pair of jeans with a rip in
the right knee, that were so tight they should be illegal. His
ever present black ostrich cowboy boots were still on, so he
must have just gotten here. Normally, he kicked his boots off
within minutes of arriving.
Sterling took a bite of what looked to be one of the chocolate
chip cookies Rhys had bought and held it out to him as he
stepped onto the porch. “Hey.” Sterling’s eyes raked down
Rhys body and the smell of his interest fill the air between
them, as if it wasn’t difficult enough for Rhys to keep his
hands to himself without adding Sterling’s overactive
hormones into the mix.
“Hey.” Rhys opened his mouth and let Sterling feed him,
trying his best to ignore the intoxicating scent of his mate’s
attention. He couldn’t afford to get hard. If Sterling caught
even the smallest whiff of arousal, he’d start an all out
seduction. And damn he could tempt a saint, which Rhys most
certainly wasn’t.
“I ordered pizza.” Stepping back, Sterling allowed him to
enter.
A hand grazed Rhys’ ass as he stepped through
Langley
Juggling his phone, onto his shoulder, Rhys pulled into his
driveway beside Sterling’s black Jeep Wrangler and grinned.
“Hey, what’s Sterling doing here?”
“Hold on. Remi! What’s Sterling doing at Rhys’?” Jake
shouted in Rhys’ ear.
Wincing, Rhys pulled the phone away. Jake had two volumes
lately, an outside voice and…well, a stadium voice. Probably
from yelling at all the football games. Or it could be from
trying to talk over Sterling to get a word in edgewise, but Jake
had been doing that the last several years, so it was likely the
excitement of Sterling’s high school football team heading for
state this year. It was pretty neat this being Sterling’s senior
year and him being the star wide receiver. It seemed like
everything anyone said lately ended in “woo go Spartans.”
Rhys turned off the ignition, removed his keys and got out of
his car. “Hey, Jake.”
“Hold on. Remi!”
“Jake.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. I’ll ask him myself.” Rhys hit the button on the
key fob, locking his door. He hadn’t seen much of the kid
lately. This was a nice surprise.
The porch light was on, so apparently Sterling anticipated
Rhys being late, because it was only six o’clock and not quite
dark yet. Who knew how long Sterling had been here.
Knowing Sterling he’d already eaten half the sweets Rhys had
picked up from the bakery yesterday for Thanksgiving
tomorrow. Rhys’ grin faltered into a groan. Oh god. Sterling
on a sugar high. The years hadn’t made a bit of difference.
After a few deserts, Sterling was just as hyper now as he was
at fifteen.
“You gonna feed him?” Jake asked munching on something. If
Sterling was already digging into tomorrows food, apparently
he wasn’t the only one.
As Rhys stepped onto the front walk, Sterling opened the door
with a huge grin on face. “Hi.”
Unable to help himself, Rhys smiled and continued up the
walk. Sterling was the one thing guaranteed to brighten his
mood no matter what. Not that he was in a bad mood, but the
day just got a whole lot better. “Yeah I’ll feed him. What time
do you want him home?”
There was more crunching. “What the— Holy shit, pup! What
are you wearing?”
What? “Jake?”
“Sorry, listen why don’t you just keep Sterling there with you.
We’ll be there at what…noon tomorrow? Gotta go.” Jake
hung up.
Yeah, easy for him to say, he didn’t have to keep his damned
hands off his mate. Fucker. He was, from the sounds of it
about to get laid. Asshole. Rhys flipped his phone shut and
stuffed it in his pocket.
Grinning brighter, Sterling pushed the door further open and
leaned against it, giving Rhys a better look at him. Sterling
wore a tight black thermal t-shirt, showing off the nicely toned
biceps he’d earned in football, and a pair of jeans with a rip in
the right knee, that were so tight they should be illegal. His
ever present black ostrich cowboy boots were still on, so he
must have just gotten here. Normally, he kicked his boots off
within minutes of arriving.
Sterling took a bite of what looked to be one of the chocolate
chip cookies Rhys had bought and held it out to him as he
stepped onto the porch. “Hey.” Sterling’s eyes raked down
Rhys body and the smell of his interest fill the air between
them, as if it wasn’t difficult enough for Rhys to keep his
hands to himself without adding Sterling’s overactive
hormones into the mix.
“Hey.” Rhys opened his mouth and let Sterling feed him,
trying his best to ignore the intoxicating scent of his mate’s
attention. He couldn’t afford to get hard. If Sterling caught
even the smallest whiff of arousal, he’d start an all out
seduction. And damn he could tempt a saint, which Rhys most
certainly wasn’t.
“I ordered pizza.” Stepping back, Sterling allowed him to
enter.
A hand grazed Rhys’ ass as he stepped through
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