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“We better get going.” The sledges were positioned at the top of the hill and they climbed on. “Maybe we ought to be tied together.”

Garrett turned to him. “Why are you standing up?”

“I can use it as a snowboard. Until I had… Until I wasn’t allowed to do it anymore, I used to snowboard.”

“With a helmet! Sit the fuck down!”

Crispin laughed and launched himself down the middle of the road.

“Hey!”

An electric guitar started to beat out a catchy riff and 'Stayin Alive' pulsed into the room. “We’re gonna dance.”

“Here?”

“Y’ken you cannae resist. But do you further ken…” he said, “this song has one hundred and three beats per minute, so paramedics use it to administer CPR?” He took hold of Jin’s hands, pulling him flat to his hips. “That means disco literally brings people back to life.”

“Jason wants to give Ben a great life. He wants to let him see the world, and acting allows him to do that.”

“So he doesn’t love it the way you do, but he does it for his boyfriend?” He shakes his head. “Wow. He must really love that guy.”

“Head over heels would be an understatement. He’d carve out his own kidney with a spork if he thought it’d make Ben happy.”

“I am desperate to fuck you." He pressed against the entrance to Crispin’s body, and holding him firm pushed home. Neither of them moved for a moment. Neither of them made a sound. Then Crispin breathed out.

“Okay?” Garrett whispered.

“Are you done? Just one thrust? Is that the way faeries do it?”

Garrett smiled. “I’m being considerate.”

Crispin turned his head. “I want you fuck me to the stars.”

Crispin picked up condoms & a small tube of lube. Garrett took the lube, put it back & picked up the largest bottle. “What the hell are you going to do with all that?”

...

“Are you sure this will stop the floor creaking?” Garrett asked in a loud voice. The male assistant gawped at him.

“You’re thinking of WD40."

“Possibly.”

“What’s this for then?”

“Shining my shoes.”

“Then why is it flavoured?”

Crispin’s cock was beautiful. Long and thick with prominent dark veins, his swollen sac tucked up tight beneath. Garrett blew on it and Crispin almost bucked him off.

“Tell me what you want,” Garrett whispered.

“I don’t know.”

“You’ve never…” Garrett faltered.

“No.”

“I’m glad,” Garrett said.

Crispin smiled. “Me too. Make me see stars.”

Fun!! 😊

“I feel peaceful, Eli,” I say wonderingly as we pull back for breath. “I’ve never felt that before. It’s nice.”

“That’s because you’re settling into yourself,” he says as wisely as ever. “There’s peace in the knowledge that you like yourself enough to show yourself to the world. It’s a form of coming home.”

“No, you’re my form of coming home, and you always will be.”

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Probably not.”

“You get points for honesty. What would you like for Christmas?”

Alfie bent his head to Kendall’s ear and sang, “One lot of lube, two packets of condoms and a partridge in a pear tree. Except I’d like them now. Well, not now, and not the partridge, but…”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Oh, this one's fun! 😊
Exactly what a Christmas read should be!! 👍😁👍

Silas and Niall are standing under the window on the patio, wearing identical grins. “Attention,” Niall says through the megaphone. “You are hereby ordered to evacuate the bed and each other’s bodies.” Silas shakes his head, his body quivering with laughter.

“You are a fucking arsehole,” I inform him.

“An arsehole with a loudspeaker,” Niall says. “That makes me the boss, Grumpy Boy. Now, put Eli down."

I know I said I was okay with keeping us secret, but I never realised how fucking difficult it would be to stand near him & not touch him. Especially after the last few days when we’ve been joined by my cock more times than I’ve had hot dinners. It isn’t that, though. I don’t want to maul him. I just want to hold his hand, to touch him & have him look at me the way he does in private when there are no secrets.

On the fourth day I pull out of Gideon gently with a groan. “Fuck, I think my dick fell off.”

He snorts, his face buried in the mattress, his hair wet with sweat. “Has it fallen off in me? Oh, if only we had a medical professional on the premises.”

“Don’t worry, sir,” I say in an officious voice. “Mr Jones is in the building and will cater to all your needs.”

“Any more catering and I’ll be dead.”

Nope ... this one was dead on arrival ... DNF.

How can I love this author's '90s Coming of Age' trilogy so much as well as the three omegaverse books I've read and feel nothing but rolling-my-eyes boredom and disappointment with this series. *sigh* 😔

“Dope is very relaxing. It’s a medical fact.”

“Gideon, you use the words ‘medical facts’ the way some people quote the Bible. At no point in any medical research has anyone added the words, ‘And after they’ve had a collapsed lung, the patient should roll a really nice fat doobie & try to eat his body weight in pizza.’”

“Darling, you look absolutely murderous,” Constance proclaims.

“I prefer creatively murderous. It sounds more artistic.”

“What are you doing today?” she asks, giving me a lopsided grin.

“Oh well, after breakfast I might push Eli overboard and then this afternoon I’m going to macramé myself a new nurse.”

“Is this fucking tea?” I hiss. “Where’s my coffee?”

“It’s over there where it can’t harm your blood pressure. You drink far too much of the stuff. That’s green tea. It’s an antioxidant.”

“I’m sure that’s what they put in laundry detergent.”

When you're even skimming the sex scenes ... 😒