Page 20 of The No Repeat Policy

My eyes peel open to a blur of wooden ceiling planks and the thick crisscrossed support logs that span the room just under the vault ceiling. It’s warmer than I remember waking up to yesterday, and softer. I blink away the blur and twist onto my side.

“Hey there.”

Xander grins as my nose stops less than an inch from his.

I lock on his brilliant blues. They’re like a universe exploded, the bright flash left behind coated in light blues. I hold back a startled gulp as last night floods back in. Our talk. Him wanting me to hold him. Falling asleep quicker and calmer than I have in months with my arms draped over him.

“Hey,”

I say back.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks.

“Great, actually.”

I grin and lift my hand from the bed and let it lie softly on his cheek. My thumb caresses his face, and I swallow back a building lump in my throat from the beauty that’s next to me.

Then reality comes crashing in. It was just a night. Like always. He just needed someone to help him sleep. It wasn’t more. Remember, Kolton, he even said he doesn’t know what he wants, and the last thing I need to do is push it. I don’t want to stop though.

“Me too,”

Xander whispers and scoots a little closer until our noses touch. “Thanks for staying with me.”

“Huh?”

I ask. Thanks?

“It was nice. Just being held,”

he says. I can’t disagree, but it’s such a flip for him. A flip I like, but I don’t entirely know this Xander. I like this side of him, and I’ve dreamt of this side of him, but I don’t know that I ever really thought it was there behind the calloused exterior he’d built up. “I have a confession to make too.”

“A confession?”

I ask, lifting to my elbow and making the sign of the cross with my free hand across my chest. “Should I get my robe?”

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Xander is grinning so big, then he bursts out laughing and smacks lightly at my stomach. “Oh God, no. I doubt you’re priest material.”

“Excuse me? I could be a priest.”

I put on my best dignified act. “Practically a saint.”

“Oh sure, yeah.”

Xander rolls his eyes and then lets them settle on me again. “Seriously though. I just need to say that I-I do…like, I know I said I don’t know what I want last night, but I do. I like you. That’s what scared me most. I haven’t ever really wanted to be with someone like I have when I’m around you.”

My mind is going crazy. Did he seriously just say that? He did! He actually said it. This might be the greatest morning I’ve had in years, just from those little words.

“Are you sure?”

I ask carefully. I don’t want him to doubt it, but God, I don’t want him to do anything rash either and get me hoping for something I’ll never have.

“Yeah,”

he whispers and scoots closer until out bodies are touching.

“It’s not just because of my abs, right?” I joke.

“No!”

He slaps my shoulder. “More your big dick.”

“I get that.”

I shrug, keeping up the charade. I consider him for a moment before speaking again. “In case there was any doubt, I like you too. A lot.”

“I caught that.”

Xander grins.

“So for your penance.”

I put my priestly voice back on. He giggles as I start. “You need to—”

“How about I just let you fuck me,”

he interrupts before I can get a similar idea out myself.

“I, uh, yeah. That should work, my child.” I grin.

“I thought it would,”

Xander says as he disappears under the sheets and his palm slides down my stomach and wraps around my cock.

The moment his lips hit the tip and open around me I shiver. His hand squeezes as the warmth and wetness of his mouth slides over my shaft, taking every inch of me inside his mouth. His tongue makes laps around my erection, and I groan in pleasure.

“Oh my God,”

I whisper as his lips begin to make wet suction noises, while his hand keeps time with each stroke and twist.

The sounds are as heavenly as the feeling. The smack and slurp, the gulping and choking when he takes it all the way into his throat. I reach down and put my hand atop his head, grabbing his hair and pulling. I throw the covers back so I can see his face, see his lips enveloping my dick.

“Look at me,”

I command.

His eyes open, and he locks his gaze on me without letting up. His eyes are so beautiful, but God, he’s even hotter sucking my cock.

“You like that cock?”

I ask atop a moan.

“Hell yeah,”

he comes off my dick just long enough to say.

I’m so fucking hard, but I swear every time his tongue rounds the tip I get even harder, like it’s going to explode, but I want it more and more. I squeeze his hair and press his head downward, burying his face in my crotch and shoving my cock into his throat. He chokes on it, but he doesn’t stop slurping his tongue around. I could seriously get off right now, but I let go and his head springs off. Strings of spit hang from his mouth, dribbling onto my length. It’s such a mess, but in the most beautiful way.

“Fuck me,” he begs.

I grin and pull myself out from under him. He sprawls out on the bed and reaches for the drawer in the night table, while I’m crawling around to the foot of the bed. By the time I’m there, he’s twisted around, up on all fours, except the hand that’s holding a condom. The way his blue eyes peer at me is amazing. There’s a longing in them, a need.

I scoot forward on my knees. He spits in his hand and suddenly his wet hand is wrapped around my cock, stroking it. I spasm and almost fall forward before he lets go and slips the condom around my cock.

“You are so beautiful,”

I tell him.

He grins. “Fuck me like a whore.”

My eyes go wide as he turns away and arches his back, offering up his perfect ass to me. His pink hole stares back at me like the most delicious dessert I’ve ever seen. I lean down and taste him, slathering my tongue over his hole before sliding it inside him. The way he moans and moves sends a chill down my spine. I want my dick inside of him so bad. I love the way he tastes, but I love the way it feels inside him even more.

“You ready?” I ask.

“Hell yes, Father.”

He grins back at me.

“Oh, we’re still on that?”

I laugh, lifting up and scooting forward until my dick is laying between his butt cheeks.

“We don’t have to be,”

Xander says. “It was just funny.”

“Maybe later then.”

I press my dick against his hole and bite at my lip. Slowly I push inside, moving my hips back and forth, allowing him to open up and let me in. His moans urge me to hurry, but I take my time. I don’t want to hurt him. I’m half in and suddenly he moves back.

“Oh fuck y—”

he screams.

I lean into him as he takes every inch of me, and I sling my arm around him and slap my hand over his mouth. It’s just in time to mute the rest of his words. Fuck, it’s so hot, but anyone could have heard that. I love how he can’t seem to control it though. He’s still moaning, but I stop moving to let him calm a little.

“Maybe not so loud,”

I say, leaning over him, my chest on his back and my mouth next to his ear.

“Yeah,”

he manages to get out.

I grunt laugh in his ear and bite it as I move my hips back and then slide forward, kissing him. His body shifts and quakes under me, and I can feel his lips trembling. I do it again, quicker this time, and then again and again until I’ve got a rhythm and I can feel him shaking under me and hear his muted groans. His “fuck yes”

and “fuck me harder”

seep into my ears like honey.

“Fuck,”

I groan into his ear. My eyes are closed, feeling every sensation. The warmth of his skin on my chest. The taste of his ear. The way his heavy breaths drive me crazy and how his muscles clench around my cock with every single movement, pushing me into a fury of need and pleasure.

A thought I never imagined I’d have again peeks into my mind as I meld with him. Maybe he could be mine. Maybe.

“Oh fuck, fuck,”

he jerks away from me and starts to scream.

Damn, he’s into it. No! The screams are different. I fuck him quicker, and he groans again and screams again. I try to cover his mouth, but he pushes my hand away. Huh?

“What?”

“A sp—a…”

he tries to say. “Shit, no!”

He’s moving back, burying my cock deeper inside him. I can’t tell if he wants more or less. He shakes and I want to push forward, but something’s changed. I start to move back when the door bangs open and my eyes fling to the right. Rachel is standing in the doorway, eyes wide as fuck, before Xander yelps.

“Spider! There’s a spid—”

He stops as he lifts up against me and finally sees his sister at the door.

Then Madison comes barreling up to the door, and the same look jumps across her face, except it turns into a big smile and a thumbs-up.

“Shit,”

Xander and I say in unison while we’re still on the bed with my dick all the way up his ass.

“Uh…”

Rachel says and finally shields her eyes.

I give Madison a foul look and she does the same reluctantly. This is not how this was supposed to go. I reach for the covers and sling them over us just as Jon and the others get to the door, and I pull out of him. A deep “What the hell?”

tells me I wasn’t quick enough dammit, but at least we’re out of sight now. Oh no! Xander!

“Xander, are you okay?”

I ask, but he’s still moving back.

“Spider.”

He points, and I finally see it coming toward us.

Apparently in my panic, I trapped it inside of our little blanket tent, so I push back on my own fears and slap at it. I’m not smashing it with my bare hands and then having its goo all over my skin. It flies to the other side of the tent, and I lift the side enough to swat it out. Xander calms, and I wrap my arms around him.

“It’s okay, it’s gone,”

I say. But it’s not okay. We have an entirely different problem now. “Let’s calm down. I’m going to lower the blankets.”

He nods, but his entire body is shaking. I hate it. I feel so bad, like I’ve brought this on him.

“We’ve got this,”

I assure him, but I don’t know that. I shouldn’t have said that.

“What the hell is going on here?”

is the first thing I hear once the covers lower and I let them settle around our necks. It’s Jon.

“Sir, I can explain,” I start.

“You sure as fuck better!”

he screams, stepping into the room past everyone.

And by everyone, I mean everyone. They’ve all gathered at the door like a morbidly curious mob. Was Xander’s scream really that loud?

“I can,”

I reiterate, even if I can’t imagine a scenario with this turning out well. I mean hell, I just got caught fucking my boss’s son. Not about to, or already did, but in the literal act. “We knew each other before I got here.”

“So you came just to get my son in bed?”

he interrupts.

“No! Sir, I promise. It’s not like that at all.”

I put a hand up like I’m trying to calm some wild animal. He is a father. “I didn’t know he’d be here. I swear. I had no idea. I actually wouldn’t have come, had I known.”

A sting rolls down my neck at that last bit. I want to think I would have said no had I known, but I also know me. Plus, this, well, not this this, but what’s happening between Xander and me wouldn’t have had a chance, had I not.

“It’s not what it looks like,”

Xander blurts.

I look down at him, trying my best not to look puzzled.

“I mean, it is, but it isn’t. He didn’t come for that. He’s telling the truth,”

Xander explains further.

This is not going well.

“So what is happening then?”

Jon says, every word dripping with anger.

“I like your son,”

I say plainly. “But I didn’t plan this.”

“Doesn’t matter if you did. You’re fired, immediately,”

Jon yells.

Fired? What? My heart drops. I’d only begun to grow accustomed to the company. It’s a dream opportunity for me, even still. I can’t lose this!

“What?”

I barely get the word out.

“No!”

Xander moves forward, careful to keep the blankets around his naked waist. “You can’t do that!”

“I just did,”

Jon says sternly.

Madison’s and Rachel’s mouths fall open. The others have stepped away.

“No, Dad, that’s—”

Rachel steps in.

“It’s done,”

Jon says, then looks back to Xander. “And I’ll have a talk with you, Alexander, when you get decent.”

“Dad,”

Xander whispers.

“Dad, this is crazy. He’s a grown-ass adult, he can do what he wants,”

Rachel reminds him.

“But—”

Jon tries.

“Sir—”

I try to step in. I don’t know what I’m going to say, but Xander saves me.

“Dad. No!”

he says sternly.

“Excuse me?”

Jon’s eyes fly wide.

“There’s nothing to address,”

Xander says. “I’m not your child anymore. I’m an adult. I can be with whoever I want, even if it’s not in your time.”

“But he’s…not a—”

Jon slows his words, and Xander simply takes over.

“A woman?”

Jon nods.

“Does he have to be?”

Xander asks.

I look at him, pride running through my veins as he stands up—well, sits there—and takes a stand. He leans against me, and I can feel the tremble in his arm. I wrap my hand around his under the blanket and squeeze before looking back to where Jon, Rachel, and Madison are standing.

“No,”

Jon looks down. It’s like he’s ashamed, but not of his son. “No.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Xander asks.

The way Rachel’s eyes light up, matching my own pride in her brother, is amazing. Of course Madison is smiling from ear to ear seeing what’s unfolding.

“Could y’all get some clothes on?”

Jon says and ushers the group out the door.

“Good idea,”

I mutter as the door closes.

We both get dressed and I’m about to go to the door when a knock comes. They must have been waiting. I open the door to find Jon standing there alone.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,”

Jon says without waiting. His eyes first find Xander, then me. “I’m sorry, Kolton. You’re not fired. That was just an old man afraid for his son.”

“I know, sir.”

I nod and put my other arm around Xander. “Xa— Alexander means a lot to me. I know it’s not what you were expecting, but I promise I’ll be good to him.”

“Um…”

Jon tries but can’t seem to find the words.

I don’t rush him. There’s no point in that. Instead I squeeze Xander with my arm and wait. Xander speaks up first though.

“I know you have…expectations of me. I know you want me to be successful. You want me to find someone good to be with. You mean the best,”

he says, reaching out an olive branch. “But this is my life. You have to let me make my own decisions and fail or succeed on my own. I think Kolton’s part of that.”

Xander nudges me and I grin. Wow, uh…I wasn’t expecting that, but it fills my chest with butterflies.

“You’re right,”

Jon admits. “I’m sorry, Alexander. I just worry. I knew about…this. Well, not you two, but you and guys. But I just didn’t know how to approach it. And the rest too.”

“Oh.”

Xander’s eyes widen. “You knew?”

“Boone isn’t exactly massive. People talk,”

Rachel yells from around the corner. Apparently they hadn’t gone far.

“Yeah,”

Jon agrees. “And I might have checked your browser history when you were in high school.”

“Dad!”

Xander yelps.

“You were a kid! I needed to protect you,” he says.

“That explains why I couldn’t get to those sites on my laptop junior year,”

Xander huffs. “At least I had my phone.”

I smile and hold back a laugh. Looks like Jon isn’t totally computer illiterate if he could manage that.

“Well, well.” I grin.

“It’s in the past. Just…”

Jon grunts and laughs. “You know what? Never mind. Just be careful coming down the mountain.”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

Maybe the world isn’t ending after all.

* * *

“Bye!”

Madison waves as the door shuts behind her and the wind whips inside.

Everyone but Xander and me, and his parents, have gone now. The tree was cleared before we woke up this morning, apparently, which explains why I hadn’t seen Mason. He must have left the moment the news came.

“Guess we’re next.”

Pam takes Jon’s hand and starts toward the door. She smiles at Xander and me. “You two stay as long as you want.”

I think I’m blushing. At least my cheeks are warm. I wanted something like this, but it still makes me blush? God. That seems so stupid.

It’s been a few hours since everything fell apart and then fell back together. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. Never thought I’d get caught inside my boss’s son. Like, who has that shit happen to them? Me, apparently.

Things have gotten much better since. It took us a moment, but we got back to our love-making and I think I came more than I ever have. It was all over his stomach and chest, and even his cheeks. Some of it was his too though. It was amazing. After that we just lay in bed, cuddling, talking. I told him how proud I am of him for standing up to his dad, and how cool his dad ended up being about it all. That was while everyone else was packing. We had time though. We’d decided to at least stay until the evening.

Jon lets go of his wife’s hand and steps toward us. He looks at Xander and smiles before putting his hands on his shoulders.

“I hope you know how proud of you I am, Alexander,”

he says. Xander grins and nods. It’s sort of sheepish, but it’s cute. “I’ve been hard on you, yeah, but I just want the best for you. I’m a little stubborn sometimes. No matter what you decide I’ll be there to back you up one hundred percent. It just might take me a little to know when to speak up or not.”

“Oh, I believe that,”

Xander laughs and Sasha nuzzles against his thigh. I think they’re becoming friends. “I love you, Dad.”

I don’t say a word. I just smile. I’ve already gotten fired once today. I don’t need a repeat.

“I love you too.”

Jon lets go of Xander’s shoulders and steps over to stand in front of me. “As for you.”

Oh shit. What’s about to happen?

“Take care of my son,”

he says again, grinning and patting my arm. Finally I let out my breath and smile. “You’re a good man. I know that. That’s why I hired you. I’m not going to threaten you or anything, but you know how this works. Be good to him.”

“Yes, sir,”

I assure him. I definitely know how this works, even if he’s jumping a few steps ahead of us.

“It’s Jon,”

he corrects me.

“Right. Yeah. Jon,”

I say. It had become so normal before, but something about this morning caused me to revert to calling him sir again. “I promise.”

“Good man.”

He pats my shoulder again and steps away to join Pam on the landing by the entrance. “I’ll see you at work.”

“Right.” I nod.

“Byeee,”

Xander pushes.

“Fine,”

Pam says and pulls Jon out the door with her. “Be careful on your way back down the mountain.”

“We will,”

Xander whines back. When the door shuts behind them, he looks at me and huffs. “They just didn’t want to leave.”

“Eh, at least you know they care about you,”

I remind him.

He nods. “And now we have the house all to ourselves.”

“For a few hours, at least,”

I tell him. “That’s enough though, we’ll have plenty of time once we’re back.”

“Or we could stay another night,”

Xander suggests.

I look at him with an expression that begs to know if he’s insane. He grins back, and I walk over to the back door. It’s a single glass pane, perfect for this view. The sun is out today and the sky is mostly clear. Snow still covers everything, but it’s beautiful. And another day?

“I have to be at work tomorrow,”

I remind him.

“Are you sure about that?”

he asks, coming up on my right.

I turn to look at him. He’s grinning so big.

“What do you know that I don’t?” I laugh.

“Dad might have told me he’d give you tomorrow off if you wanted it,”

he tells me, cocking his head to the side and giving me a pouty look that I’m afraid is going to work way too well going forward if things continue. “It’s sort of his way of saying he’s sorry for firing you. And I might have begged him.”

“Oh, in that case, hell yes.”

I nod. “We’re so staying another night.”

“Thank God,”

Xander sighs. “I need at least one full day that isn’t stressful as fuck up here.”

“Same,” I laugh.

A moment passes and neither of us speaks. He leans against my side, and I wrap him up in my arms as we admire the snowy landscape surrounding us with the comfort of the fireplace burning behind us. You couldn’t have told me I’d experience this moment a few months ago. You couldn’t have told me I’d see anyone more than once, but here I am, and by chance. Or you can call it fate if you want. I don’t think I believe in all that, but it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that I’m here, with him.

“Is this real?”

I ask, still looking out the back door.

“Of course it is,”

Xander laughs.

I can feel him looking up at me, so I turn and meet his eyes. Those icy blue eyes. The Greek goddess. The elusive Xander. God, he’s beautiful. His heart is beautiful, now that I know more of it. He said he was scared last night, and I want to be that person who gives him strength and courage to face that fear, and maybe even overcome it together.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

I grin and lean down.

Our lips touch and I breathe him in for a second before parting again. I reach up and touch his lips, looking at their lush softness, then back up to his eyes.

“Part of me can’t believe any of this is real, but it is. You are,”

I say to him.

“And I’m not going anywhere this time,”

he says. “We’ll figure it all out as we go. I’m yours.”

“Mine?” I ask.

“Yes.”

He grins. “And I hope you’re mine.”

I consider it a moment. Am I ready for that? I want to be.

Sasha jumps between us. We must look too mushy to her. Her fur brushes at my arm and I wrap her up with us. Xander laughs and rubs her head.

“I think I am,”

I tell him.

“Then call me yours. Claim me.”

Something about those words boils inside my chest with a feeling I imagined I’d never feel again. Calm desire.

“Your mine,”

I claim him, looking deep into his eyes.

I nod and squeeze him closer. It gets quiet again, but our bodies do the talking. He grinds up against me, my growing erection prodding at him, and his face begins to dig into my neck. I close my eyes and just hold him.

“So, have you ever fucked someone on the kitchen table?”

Xander asks.

When I open my eyes, he’s looking at me with this mischievous-as-fuck grin on his face. The kitchen table, huh? I grin back.

“Have you ever been fucked on the kitchen table?” I ask.

“No, but right now I want to be.”

He slithers his hand around my waist and onto my crotch.

“Fuck, Xander.”

My eyes roll back while his hand grabs my hard-on. “And no. I haven’t, but I think we’re about to fix that.”

“Look away, Sasha.”