Arching his back and pushing onto the fingers, nerve-endings he didn’t know he had sizzled with pleasure, giving him the most earth-shattering orgasm of his existence. As his body shook and spasmed in ecstasy, Rudy swallowed wave after wave of his load.
When Rudy surfaced from beneath the sheets, Trevor could neither move nor speak, feeling like his body had been filleted. Only after a deep, salty kiss did his conscious mind come back to him. But Rudy hadn’t finished, and right then he was rolling a condom onto himself. Eager to reciprocate, Trevor began to turn onto his stomach, but Rudy stopped him with one hand on his shoulder.
“Where are you going, Trev?”
“You don’t want me on all fours?”
Karl had always preferred sex from behind with Trevor’s face buried in a pillow.
“God, no,” said Rudy. “Not the first time, anyway. I want to be able to see your beautiful face. To kiss you, and lick you, and do all sorts of wicked things to you while I watch you.”
“Oh,” said Trevor, embarrassed, quickly flipping onto his back. “Okay, then.”
Once they were both arranged comfortably in place, Rudy’s grinning face appeared over Trevor’s.
“Ready?”
Words had escaped Trevor and he could only nod. When Rudy dipped his head down and nipped at the side of Trevor’s neck, Trevor almost missed the prod of the cock tip nudging his entrance. With what felt like practised ease, Rudy lifted Trevor’s knees into the air before pushing slowly inside. Even as relaxed as he was from his orgasm, Trevor had to adjust to Rudy’s size, but he had resolved to reward his new friend for the toe-curling early Christmas gift. When Rudy paused for breath with his whole length inside, Trevor pulled his head down for a kiss to let him know he trusted him. So began the slow push and pull, the rocking back and forth, bedspring squeaks gathering speed like the Flying Scotsman leaving its highland station. But once again Rudy surprised him, occasionally slowing, swapping long, unhurried strokes for shorter ones then ramming hard and fast. Before long, Trevor became hard again, and as Rudy began the erratic race for home, he grabbed Trevor’s shaft and brought them both to a frenzied climax. A heavily panting Rudy fell on top of Trevor, who marvelled at the weight, the pounding heart and the musky smell of this new friend’s torso. Rudy had brought his body to life in a way he had never before experienced.
If this is what great sex is like, he thought, then let every day be Christmas Day.
Chapter Nine
White Christmas
Trevor woke the following morning toasty warm with Rudy’s body lined up against his spine. Voices sounded from somewhere outside the room. Others had already awoken, and there came distant barks of consternation and squeals of laughter—Jessica’s and Antoni’s voices. Were they opening their presents before everyone else? Cardinal sin, and something Mrs M would never allow to happen. Not that Trevor cared. He had the best gift of all lying in bed with him. As he listened, his senses waking to life, he realised the voices weren’t coming from the kitchen at all, but from outside the lodge.
Trying not to wake Rudy, Trevor stretched out an arm for his phone and checked the time. Even that tiny action brought a tinge of pleasurable soreness from last night’s exertions. Eight-ten already. After their second breath-taking lovemaking session, Trevor had finally begged for sleep. Next to him, Rudy stirred and turned onto his back, his messy, sleep-tussled burgundy hair nothing short of loveable and endearing. Trevor slowed his breathing and stared at Rudy, hoping there would be no awkwardness to spoil the awesomeness of the previous night.
“What time is it?” Rudy asked to the ceiling.
“Just after eight.”
“What time did we sleep?”
“You eventually deigned to let us sleep at around two.”
Rudy chuckled before rolling on top of Trevor and kissing him. Trevor’s whole body relaxed at the embrace. He liked playful Rudy. Actually, Trevor liked Rudy. No adjective required.
“Do you mean I managed six hours of uninterrupted sleep? Unheard of. I have this odd but unshakable feeling that you’re good for me, Mr McTavish. How are you feeling?”
“A bit sore.”
“Bad sore?”
“Good sore.”
“Any regrets?” he said, looking into Trevor’s eyes.
“Nuh-uh. But I am waiting for you to say those two magic words.”
Rudy looked quizzically into Trevor’s eyes before a mischievous smile transformed his face.
“Cup of tea?”
“That’s three.”
“Any chance of a blow job?”
