Slipping off Kota’s lap, Tad stepped back and dragged his pants and boxers off, flinging them to parts unknown with a flick of his foot.
Dakota seemed frozen halfway between unbuttoning his jeans.
Tad waved a hand toward Dakota’s fly. “What? Why are you stalling? Get those off.”
Blinking, Kota stripped off his shirt and kicked his own jeans and boxers off. Tad took one second to drink the sight of him in before straddling his lap again. Their cocks brushed against each other, and they both groaned.
“Let me,” Kota said, taking control now.
“It’s gonna be fast this time,” Tad warned.
Kota shifted enough so he could reach their cocks and wrapped his hand around both of them, his other hand holding Tad steady. Tad, already halfway to orgasm, his chest heaving as he tried to maintain control, watched several beads of precome pulse from his tip and then from Kota’s too.Holy fuck. Kota swiped his thumb across them, smearing the liquid around before beginning to pump.
“Holy fuck, Kota.”
Tad tried to watch. He wanted to watch, but his body had other ideas. His eyes slammed shut and his back arched as Kota kept pumping and their erections slid against each other, a sort of biofeedback loop that only increased the pressure in Tad’s balls.
“I want to make this last,” Kota growled, his voice even deeper than usual, “but not sure that’s gonna happen.”
Those words made Tad happy. Kota was just as worked up as he was.Good.
That was his last thought before his rock-hard balls exploded and his orgasm coursed through his body.
Spent and sensitive, his come covering Kota’s hand and abs, Tad raised his head. He hadn’t realized he’d rested it against Kota’s shoulder.
He took in Dakota’s expression. This moment felt crucial. The future—their future together—was in the balance.
So of course Tad said something goofy to hide his fear that Dakota would leave and possibly never come back or try and pretend what just happened had never happened.
“There’s more where that came from,” he blurted, adding an eyebrow waggle for effect.
Dakota grinned back at him and rolled his eyes. Tad’s heart hurt with how much he loved Dakota’s rare smiles. “Of course there is. Shove off already so I can clean us up.”
“You’re not going to make me have a big conversation now, are you?” Tad gave up on his attempt to ignore the elephant in the room.
Pushing Tad to one side, Dakota stood up from the couch. Which was nice, it gave Tad a very good view of him.
“Don’t you think we should?”
“No, I do not.” Tad felt himself frown. “I want to go to bed—with you—and plan our Christmas Tree Attack.”
“Christmas Tree Attack?” Dakota disappeared down the hall to the bathroom and reappeared carrying a damp washcloth.
“Yes, Christmas Tree Attack. There are at least three lots I want to stop at.”
“Three?Don’t you usually go to the U-Cut?” There was a panicked tinge to Dakota’s voice.
“My parents do, but I want to start a new tradition, and honestly, getting my hands all covered with sap has never been my idea of fun. That stuff takes ages to clean off.”
Tad liked the U-Cut on the other side of the valley, but he did want his own traditions, and why not start with the tree? The past couple of years, he’d decorated a cactus. One year in college, a pineapple. This year, he wanted a real tree. And he wanted Dakota to help him pick it out. Their first treetogether.
Even if, he reminded himself, Kota was only staying with him temporarily.
Kneeling down in front of him, Dakota gently cleaned Tad up, wiping the evidence of the evening away.
“Okay, no talking tonight. But we will have to at some point.”
Tad wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not.
