Merry Cherry Christmas - Keira Andrews Page 0,66

darkness. There were no streetlights, and the moonlight reflecting on snow was soft and peaceful. Should have been perfect for falling asleep, but his brain wouldn’t turn off.

Instead of replaying humiliating incidents from years ago like usual—how many times did he need to remember asking Jake Podowski if he’d had chicken pox when it was actually new, terrible acne—Jeremy thought about Max actually being his boyfriend.

But he only had fleeting visions of how awesome it would be: holding hands, doing things together, kissing and touching whenever they wanted. Mostly, he worried about what his parents would think. They’d struggled enough with the theoretical idea of Jeremy being gay. His mom’s meltdown earlier didn’t bode well for accepting a boyfriend.

He shifted onto his back, closing his eyes resolutely. Maybe if he quietly got off, he could lull himself to sleep. There was so much spank bank material that he didn’t know where to start as he slipped his hand into his PJ bottoms and lightly touched himself.

And there it was. He zeroed in on the memory of the night before here in this room, Max’s strong hand spread over Jeremy’s ass. Resting there, not squeezing or pressing. Promising so much…

The guest room door creeeeaked open. Jeremy released his dick and lunged for his glasses, finding Max in the doorway in a tee and pajama bottoms, the silver glow of the moon outlining him. Jesus, he was beautiful. His breath rushed out as desire ignited.

Max motioned, clearly asking if he could come inside. Jeremy nodded. Maybe there was something he’d forgotten to say or ask, or maybe he just wanted to talk? Or maybe—

Jeremy’s heart thumped as Max raised his eyebrows, nodding at the bed. Another question, and Jeremy nodded vigorously, removing his hand from his crotch and throwing open the duvet. He shivered at the cool air. A smile blooming on his gorgeous face, Max climbed in and pulled the duvet back over them both.

Not just climbed in—climbed on top of Jeremy, his muscled body pressing Jeremy into the mattress, covering him, deliciously warm and strong. They kissed until they were breathing hard in the silence, lips wet and tongues exploring.

“Hey,” Max whispered, rubbing their noses together.

“Hey. Thought we were being good.”

“I tried. It’s after midnight, so we were good the rest of the day.” He grinned before asking seriously, “Do you want me to go?”

No point in pretending. “No.”

His smile returned full force, gleaming in the moonlight and making Jeremy’s breath catch. “What do you want?”

“Everything.” The word sounded raw. Desperate.

Max kissed him hard, then soft. “I know, baby.” He nudged Jeremy’s legs apart so he was completely between them, hard cocks meeting through flannel. “Patience,” he murmured.

Jeremy didn’t want to be patient. He needed more. Not just more, but… Free. He needed to be free. To be whole and complete. He wasn’t sure why, but he tugged at his T-shirt and PJs. The cotton and flannel felt all wrong. Too constricting. He was panting, fingers clumsy as he squirmed under Max.

Brow furrowed, Max stilled Jeremy’s hands. “It’s okay.”

Jeremy shook his head. “Please. I need…” He trusted Max. It felt right to be totally bare and vulnerable with him. To be seen. “Can we be naked?” It was probably stupid since they’d sucked each other’s cocks, but being completely undressed together felt even more intimate somehow.

Nodding, Max helped him get the T-shirt off, then scooted back to peel off Jeremy’s PJ bottoms and socks. He ran his palms up Jeremy’s hairy shins, the rub making him shudder. Max was still dressed, the duvet around his shoulders. Jeremy was totally naked in the moonlight, legs spread, his hard dick curling up despite the cold.

And Max looked at him like he was precious, caressing his body with his hands. Jeremy was splayed, bared for Max, willing to do anything. More than willing—eager, verging on desperate. Desperate not only to come, but to become. For this to all be real and true and right.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Max murmured.

“Me? I’m too small and scrawny. Look at you!”

Shaking his head, Max bent to kiss and nuzzle Jeremy’s inner thighs and nose at his tingling balls. “You’re not too anything. You’re just right. Pocket-sized and perfect.”

Max retreated, but only to rip off his PJs faster than Jeremy thought possible. His thick cock was hard between strong thighs when he knelt between Jeremy’s legs again. His abs and chest were muscled and hairy, and he tweaked his own peaked nipples, shivering.

“Heating sucks in this old