Page 11 of Frosty the Farmhand (12 Days of Christmas)

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HARLAN

I t’s a different kind of quiet here at night in Montana. The wind through the trees and the land itself seem to whisper their own kind of language. It’s beautiful.

Peaceful.

But I can’t focus on any of it as my boots crunch along the dirt and grass on the way to the barn. Reid’s breath comes out in puffs of white as it hits the crisp air. He’s panting but it has nothing to do with exhaustion—not yet at least—and everything to do with the anticipation of what’s to come.

The walk doesn’t take long, both of us too lost in our own thoughts to speak. He doesn’t take me through the front, instead skirting the side of the building to the back entrance. I snort, finding way too much amusement in that particular parallel.

“What?” he asks as he pushes open a door that he holds open for me.

“You led me to the back door.”

He opens his mouth then closes it and shakes his head as he closes the door behind him. It’s a storage room, the moonlight illuminating just enough for us to see.

“I can’t believe you made that joke.”

My hands snake around his waist as I pull him flush against me, his body fit but not as hard as mine. I love the contrast and even more when my palms slide down to grip his ass. I groan, holding him in place as I rock my hips, our dicks grinding together and making him moan as his hands dive under my jacket, his nails raking down my back.

“I’m—I’m on PReP,” he says stumbling over the words. “It’s been a while but I’m good.”

“Me too, although,”—I wait till his eyes lift to meet mine—“it hasn’t been all that long for me.” I don’t know why I say it until I see jealousy flash in those blue pools.

Fuck, I like that.

I probably shouldn’t, but I do. Reid is so happy—so upbeat—I like that those carnal instincts still run in his veins.

Possession.

Desire.

“Here?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“No. Not here.”

“I don’t want you to see anyone else,” he seethes and it’s as surprising as it is hot.

“Is that right?” I muse even though I have no intention of straying anywhere but Reid’s bed.

“Dammit, Harlan. I know you can have your pick but?—”

“I want you,” I say firmly, kneading his ass cheeks, fondling and teasing him while soaking up every single whimper and unspoken plea. “Only you.”

“Why?” The question isn’t so much why? as it is how can I trust you?

And honestly, he has no way of knowing.

But I can show him—with words and actions.

“Because you’re the only god damn thought I have from sunup to sundown, and if I’m gonna give in to temptation, I’m going to bury myself in you until there’s no telling where you start and I end. I won’t waste a minute anywhere else when I have you—when I’m fucking out of my mind for you.”

Hooded eyes stare back at me through those black frames I love so much, and I can’t take it anymore. Gripping the back of his neck, I tilt my face and crush my mouth to his, pushing my tongue between his lips as he gasps.

I ravage him, nipping and licking and sucking—commanding him to take everything I have to give.

And he does.

“Will you get on your knees for me?” I ask, wrenching back and admiring his swollen lips, his skin red from the stubble on my face.

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in his voice, the single word followed by him dropping to the ground, his fingers working open my belt before tackling the button and zipper.

It’s cold in here but I barely feel it, my skin on fire as he pulls down my jeans and underwear to mid-thigh.

“How rough can I be?” I ask, threading my fingers in his hair, raking my nails over his scalp as he looks up at me, lips parted and so damn tempting. “Because I won’t lie, Christmas, you look like heaven right now.”

“I-I can take it,” he stutters, his hand wrapping around the base of my erection as I growl, gripping his brown locks as he strokes me. His palm isn’t as rough as mine, owing to his time spent working on the computer rather than in the field.

“You can, can’t you?” I murmur, his lips sucking the head of my dick into his mouth, flicking my slit with his tongue before taking me all the way to the back of his throat.

I hold him there, making him gag before pulling out and thrusting in again. He moans, the vibrations ratcheting up the intensity of having this gorgeous man kneeling at my feet.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I ask, my voice gritty as I do it again. He whimpers, his head nodding as he looks up at me. “Take your cock out. I want to get off watching you fuck your hand.”

He sucks on me hard, one hand fumbling with his belt before pulling his erection from his jeans. His eyes roll back as he strokes us in tandem, my fingers still raking through his hair, gripping and pulling as we find our rhythm.

“That’s right.” I pull all the way out, dragging the head against his swollen lips, making them shiny as he pants. “You look so good like this—hot and needy. Feel how hard you made me.” He works his dick harder as I thrust back into his mouth, his tongue dragging up the underside over and over.

The noises he’s making are obscene, sloppy and wanton and sexy as hell, and I need every single one. His eyes squeeze shut as he jerks himself faster—I’m close but not yet.

I yank his hair, and he grunts, his eyes flying open and up to mine.

“Don’t you dare come before me,” I command, the words a low rumble. I can tell he’s desperate and so damn close he looks like he’s almost in pain.

But he obeys.

Such a good fucking boy.

He sucks me faster, works me harder, his hand pumping and twisting in a way that drives me insane—wholly and completely—until I’m coming down his throat.

I roar, my release tearing through my body like an avalanche down a mountain, the snow at the mercy of the slope, falling faster and faster—the feeling wild and out of control.

It’s euphoric.

And the best I’ve ever had.

Reid lets out a strangled sound, and I pull my dick from his mouth as he spills all over his hand.

“Shit, Harlan, fuck.”

He’s gorgeous, face flushed and vulnerable as he fights to open his eyes.

Perfect.

My knees hit the ground, one at a time as my hands cup his face. I kiss him slowly, reverently, because Reid Sterling is a man who should be treasured, worshipped, and loved. And even though I won’t be here long enough to do the third, I’ll do the others with the time that I have.