‘Fuck you,’ snarls Nash.
‘Did you mean “me”?’
The surprise on Nash’s face pleases him so much that Christopher feels as if he’s ready to go again.Jesus.
‘Please,’ he purrs.
‘Show me what you want.’
Nash guides Christopher’s hand down.The pleasure of Nash melting beneath him is all new.He strokes down on Nash’s hard cock, and the beautiful, spiky man turns to clay in his hands, whispering directions that thrill Christopher even more.
‘Your mouth,’ Nash commands.
He does what he’s told, and as he takes Nash into his mouth, the man arches his back in the most delicious way.The only thing that matters in the world right now is making Nash Nadeau orgasm.And when he does, he releases in a wide-eyed gasp, hands clutched in Christopher’s hair and nails digging into his skin.
They pant together in the heat they’ve created, their bodies glistening with sweat and recent desire.
Christopher can’t believe he did that.
He can’t believetheydid that.
Even just a week ago, this would have been beyond his wildest dreams.
He wants to reach out to hold Nash, but he’s so tired he can barely move.
Instead, Nash wriggles back against him.They curl together, Nash’s body fitting so neatly under his chin that Christopher can barely breathe.
Somehow, this moment feels so much more intimate than anything else they just did.He wants to stay awake, learn every contour of Nash’s body, but the radiating warmth of their entwined bodies threatens to lull him to sleep.
He feels ...safe.Does Nash feel the same way?Does ChristopherwantNash to feel that way, after everything?He wills his brain to quieten down, and just enjoy this delicious moment.
His internal whirring is broken open when Nash murmurs, ‘Do you smell something?’
‘Just tell me.I’m too tired for guessing games,’ grumbles Christopher.
‘Like ...smoke.’
They leap out of bed at the exact same time, almost colliding in the doorway as they race to the kitchen to save the pizza.Luckily, they aren’t entirely cremated, and the pair of them burst into laughter that they’re both butt-naked standing in the kitchen.
‘Imagine if this had caught fire.’
‘I’d rather not,’ Christopher shudders as he cuts up the very dark pizzas into approximate slices and plates them up.He hands a plate to Nash and nods towards the still-open bedroom door.There’s no point pretending they aren’t going to just eat them in bed.
‘The firefighters would show up while we were naked.Or we’d have to go out into the snow in just our pants.Like when you came to rescue me from my prison of my own creation in the bakery kitchen.’
They climb back into bed, plates balanced on their laps.Clearly, Nash is as hungry as Christopher after the long day because the pizzas are gone in minutes, and soon their plates are abandoned on the floor and side table.
Nash lies back, his eyes heavy.‘God I needed that.’
‘The pizza?’
But there’s no smarmy reply from Nash, because moments later, he’s asleep.
And where he goes, Christopher follows.
Chapter Nineteen
Nash
