Page 66 of Like the Season

His.

If Boyd could get away with it, he’d lie there all morning and let Caleb desperately try to get him off. Except he wanted to come too much, and knew that he could probably get it up a couple more times before they left for dinner at Ella’s.

“That’s it, boy,” Boyd raggedly gasped. “Almost there.”

When Boyd’s orgasm hit he rode it, rode Caleb, now thrusting with him, burying his cock inside Caleb’s ass with a satisfied grunt. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling Caleb with him as he quickly fisted and stroked the man to his own orgasm, his hot cum filling Boyd’s hand as his moans rolled through him.

Boyd eased his hold on Caleb’s throat, nuzzling his ear. “Such a good boy for me today.”

Once they’d both caught their breath they untangled and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Boyd pulled Caleb into the shower with him, holding him under the spray, kissing him, loving the subspacey gleam in his boy’s sweet green gaze. The colors in his eyes always reminded him of spring, of growth and renewals.

Of love.

A constant he could count on to always be there.

“When are we putting up our Christmas tree, Sir?” Caleb mumbled against Boyd’s chest.

That was something else—he hadn’t put one up since he was a kid. He had the small, ceramic Christmas tree with lights on it that his mom used to put up instead of wrangling with a real tree once he’d grown and left home. He’d always set that out and plugged it in.

But this year was different. This year, he was with Caleb.

And this year, they had Lily.

“Let’s go buy one tonight after dinner,” Boyd said. “Take the girls with us.” Lily was too young to even care, and Ella had a small artificial tree she’d put up, one she’d had with her mom for years.

“We need ornaments and lights,” Caleb said. “I don’t have any. And a tree stand.”

“We can buy those on the way to find a tree. At least enough to get us started.” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against the side of Caleb’s neck.

Caleb’s cheek felt scratchy against his shoulder, morning stubble deliciously rough. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever,” Boyd said, feeling content in a way he never had before.

“You can say that again.” Caleb smiled up at him.

Later that night, after returning from Ella’s and the house now smelling like a pine forest, Caleb snuggled tightly against Boyd. They would decorate the tree tomorrow, after picking up the girls and taking them out for breakfast and shopping for more ornaments. Then back to Boyd and Caleb’s where all three adults could help decorate the tree.

Fresh memories made.

His first Christmas with his daughter, his granddaughter.

His husband.

So many firsts lay ahead of them, so many milestones to mark and make new memories around.

The loneliness he’d felt for so many years no longer athing.

Looking forward to the future, Boyd drifted to sleep long after Caleb had, soothed by the sound of his boy’s slow and easy breaths in his ear.

THE END