Page 50 of Christmas Bubble

“Waiting for you to leave the room.”

“Why?”

Because watching you saunter around naked has made me hard, and I’m slightly embarrassed about it?

He walks up to me and sits on the side of the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just need some privacy to get dressed.”

“Oh…sorry. I’ll get out then.” He stands, but I hold his hand to stop him.

“Curtis, wait. I’m just embarrassed, okay?”

“Of what?”

I take his hand and place it on my lap.

He laughs and cops a feel.

“Do you think I don’t have the same problem, Riley? Your dick has been poking my back all night, which resulted in me sleeping with a hard-on, which is fucking uncomfortable.”

My mouth opens wide.

“The only reason I didn’t jump your bones when we woke up is because we haven’t had the safe-sex conversation, and I don’t know if you’re ready for that yet.”

“I’m negative. I was tested when I ended my marriage and haven’t been with anyone,” I say.

It’s his turn to look shocked. “I’m negative, and I’m on PrEP.”

“I guess that answers one of the questions.”

He swallows. “How about the other?”

I put my hand behind his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “Make me breakfast, and I’ll tell you then.”

He melts into the kiss, making me wonder if it’s always like this with Bubble or if it’s because this is all new to him. As he confessed, he’s been wanting me for a while.

“You’re a tease, but I’ll make you breakfast. Ten minutes.”

One last kiss and he leaves me and my considerably harder dick to get ready.

Are all young people this forward and at ease with their sexuality? Next to Curtis, I feel like a virgin, and not just because he’s the first man I’ve ever been with.

It was a while before Mel and I took the step into penetrative sex because it felt like such a huge step for us at eighteen.

I scoff.

It was a huge step for me, at least.

I put that thought aside and get dressed to join Bubble in the open-plan living area. The cabin next door may have all the trimmings, but I do like how there are no frills to my cabin.

You come out of the bedroom and you’re in the living space. It’s small and cozy. At least it is now that Bubble is here. I’ll have to think about bringing more decorative stuff when I come back in the spring.

I have some photos of my dad and me working in the garage together and of my family on vacation.

Curtis is already plating the pancakes. There are two cups of coffee on the table by the time I get to him, stealing a kiss before I sit.

He blushes, and I can’t help feeling somewhat satisfied that I do that to him.