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“Merry Christmas, Clay. What’d you get me?” Logan asked, smiling.

“So impatient.”

Logan nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

“Why don’t you light a fire? I’ll turn on the tree lights, then we can sip our coffee and enjoy the snow falling outside the windows?”

Logan huffed out a breath. “Fine, but I still want to open presents.”

Clay was doing everything he could not to burst out into hysterical laughter at Logan’s pouting expression. He flipped the switch to the tree lights and settled on the floor next to Logan. He picked up a gift he’d bought for Logan and held it out. Suddenly, he had a lapful of happy man, and for the life of him, he couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

Twenty minutes later, a debris field of colorful paper covered the hardwood, and Logan was happily monkeying around with the latest version of the direct microphone system. The accessory allowed Logan to stream voices from across the room, right to his processors. It would be helpful when Logan had meetings at work, or had to attend webinars and conferences. Not to mention if they went out to a busy resturant, Logancould isolate their table from the bulk of the environment. The piece was just one more tool to help Logan take control of his communication.

Clay sat on the couch sipping his coffee and, as he’d suggested earlier, enjoying the warmth from their fireplace and the picturesque snow. He had one last gift for Logan and was just waiting for the right time to present it.

Clay’s contemplations were interrupted when Logan flopped onto the sofa beside him.

He set his mug on the side table then gathered Logan against his side.

“You happy?” he asked.

“Yes. I have one last gift for you, Clay.”

Clay saw the small box in Logan’s outstretched hand. It looked remarkably similar to the one in his pocket. He dug his out and held it up.

“Imagine that? So do I.”

Logan’s eyes widened, and the brightest smile Clay had ever seen lit up his love’s face. With childish exuberance, they both tore into the gifts. Clay’s hands shook as he lifted the lid on the small square box. Inside was a dark gray titanium band. He watched Logan open his own box. Clay had chosen one almost identical for Logan, only his had hints of rainbow red and green reflecting in the polished surface. He’d thought the faint hues would be a poignant reminder of the holiday. Their eyes met, and as one, they leaned forward.

Their lips met and their fingers locked together, the boxes in their laps forgotten as they shared a perfect moment. When they finally separated, they both spoke simultaneously.

“Marry me?”

“When you gave me your love, you made my dreams come true. I’ve captured perfection and have no intention of lettingyou go, now or in the future. Make love to me, Logan? I need to feel you inside me.”

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”

Clay picked up the box lying on Logan’s lap. “Now?”

Logan shook his head. “I want to wait ‘til the ceremony. This first time this ring goes on my finger should be when I say ‘I do’.”

As usual, Logan’s wishes matched his. He knew the moment Logan’s ring slid over his skin, it would seal their bond for life. The bond that had taken twenty-two years to build. The bond that wove their lives together and, despite a few tears, had healed stronger than when it had formed. He placed the matching boxes on the ottoman.

“Wait here,” he said.

Clay went into the bedroom and stripped the comforter and pillow from their bed. He carried them into the living room and made a nest in front of the fireplace. When all was ready, he waited for his fiancé to join him. Logan’s sensual stride closed the distance between them. They undressed each other with lingering kisses and stimulating caresses as inches of smooth skin were bared.

Clay sank into the soft nest of blankets, the glow of the fire spreading warmth across his skin. Logan settled above him and Clay spread his legs, cradling Logan’s lean hips as their cocks brushed against one another.

Logan’s taste was sweet nectar on his tongue. Their lips danced, and Clay’s mind centered on the pleasure he’d only experienced making love to Logan. His hands cupped Logan’s ass, holding his love in the crux of his body. Their mouths separated, and Clay arched his neck. A sigh escaped when Logan’s mouth traced his jawline and down the column of his neck, licking at the skin. Clay’s desire grew and his hands roamed over the smooth, muscled skin of Logan’s back. Heburied his nose in Logan’s broad chest above him, inhaling his lover’s musky scent.

Logan’s head dipped and his mouth latched onto one of Clay’s nipples. A sharp cry of ecstasy rent the air, and Clay’s stomach clenched. His cock wept with need. Logan scooted down, and Clay whimpered with regret until he felt soft wet licks caress his cock. Clay moaned in approval and gasped as Logan’s mouth covered his cock, swallowing him all the way to the base. The heat of Logan’s mouth seared the sensitive skin.

“Oh fuck … Logan.” Clay drove his hips upwards in abandon.

Logan teased him by drawing away from his dick. His mouth hovered above the head. Tiny licks fluttered across the mushroomed glans. The tip of Logan’s tongue dipped into the slit to gather drops of Clay’s essence. Up and down the hard shaft, Logan’s tongue danced. The touches were soft and fleeting, as if Clay only imagined them. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch. Anticipation of the moist heat from Logan’s mouth caused his thigh muscles to tense as his cock twitched.

The heat from the fire and arousal coursing through his system created a fine sheen of sweat on his chest and abdomen. Just as Clay was about to lose his mind, Logan finally relented and sucked his cock. The sensation of wet heat and suction was so great Clay fell back onto the blankets, closing his eyes to savor the unimaginable feelings. He lifted his legs and held them against his chest, opening his body to Logan’s touch.