Gay Romance Holiday Collection

by Keira Andrews

  What was the matter with him? He gulped his wine, the dry, fruity aftertaste tingling on his tongue. He had to stop thinking about the way Cole’s thighs had flexed when he’d climbed in. How warm and strong his grasp had been holding onto Daniel. How gorgeous his cock was, and how Daniel wanted to suck him and find out what kind of sounds he made when he came.

  Fuck. Me.

  He had to think about anything else, because he was getting hard beneath the frothing water. It didn’t make any sense. First off, he was supposed to be taking care of Cole, not perving on him. They were sort-of brothers, but no, not really at all.

  Still, Cole was younger. And injured. It was wrong. Daniel was supposed to be responsible and trustworthy. When he made director, Martin had told him one of the reasons was because he was so coolheaded. Even-keeled.

  So why was he capsized and flailing around?

  Also it had only been days since he’d met Cole again. He shouldn’t be feeling this attraction at all, but certainly not so quickly. This was completely new territory.

  He drained his glass, then reached over the side to where he’d left the bottle and refilled it. His skin felt itchy and too-small to contain him. Somehow he’d been scraped raw and vulnerable, this new desire for Cole exposing him and shattering his usual containment.

  He ran through a list of hot actors he enjoyed looking at. Yet even if Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Pratt had all magically appeared naked in the hot tub with them, Daniel would only have eyes for Cole.

  “You okay?”

  Blinking, Daniel forced a smile. “Uh-huh!”

  “You looked kind of panicky. Are you getting overheated?”

  Yep, but not in the way you mean. “I was just thinking about work. All the stuff I’ll have to do in January.”

  Cole gave him a stern look. “No work. My thesis isn’t going to write itself, but we are on vacation. Let’s worry about all that shit when the time comes. It’ll still be there. I promise.”

  Daniel had to laugh. “You’re right. It will.”

  “But we should make sure we don’t get too hot. With the cold air, I think it can be misleading.”

  He nodded and sipped his wine. Or guzzled it, whichever. After the second glass, he was still half-hard. Cole shifted, and his foot brushed against Daniel’s, shooting sparks straight to his balls. Breathing in quiet little pants, Daniel watched Cole sip his orange juice, then lick his lips.

  Cole’s mouth was on the narrow side, and it glistened after the flick of red tongue. What would it be like to kiss him? To slide his tongue inside? What kind of sounds would Cole make? Would he moan and whimper?

  Fuck, Daniel was going to come without even touching himself.

  Then somehow he opened his big, dumb mouth and said, “I really want to kiss you.”

  Eyes wide, Cole stared at him, his glass of OJ halfway to his mouth. “Uh… Huh?”

  Fuck, fuck, shit, piss, fuuuuck. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I…” He scrambled for some kind of explanation. Two glasses of wine were hardly enough to make him tipsy, let alone drunk. “It must be the heat after all.”

  “Wait. You want to kiss me? That’s what you said. Right? I’m not hearing things?”

  Daniel wanted to sink beneath the steaming water and hide, but he answered, “Yes. Cole, I know this is…” What? What is this?

  “I’m in.” Cole nodded emphatically.

  “You…really?” A couple of feet separated them in the hot tub, and they stared at each other. Daniel’s dick swelled, fire in his veins. Shock, lust, and a flare of joy bubbled together.

  Cole slid over and straddled him, leaning his cast on the side of the hot tub beside Daniel’s head. Steam rising all around, they groaned as their cocks met. Daniel was thrilled to discover Cole was hard too.

  He flattened his hands over Cole’s back, touching the flexing muscles there. Cole’s tight little body was deliciously heavy, his knees snug around Daniel’s hips.

  “Holy shit. Is this weird?” Daniel asked, his mind spinning with too many thoughts to capture.

  Cole shook his head. “I’m been dreaming of this since I was thirteen.”

  “Okay, now it’s weird.” He tried to focus on the man in his lap and not imagine that jug-eared little kid.

  Cole laughed. “Shut up.” Lips parted, his gaze flicked down to Daniel’s mouth and back up again. A drop of water slipped down Cole’s forehead, and Daniel raised a hand to brush it away before it could fall into Cole’s eyes.

  “Daniel, can I kiss you now?”

  He could only nod, sucking in a shaky breath as Cole leaned down and met his mouth. It was soft at first, a tentative exploration, their lips parting with little tender kisses. One hand on Cole’s waist, Daniel slid the other into Cole’s hair, cupping his head and threading his fingers into the short, steam-damp strands. The hot tub hummed, heat enveloping them.

  He was kissing Cole.

  Their noses bumped, and they laughed. A rush of giddiness swirled through Daniel like the bubbling water. It had been since Trevor that he’d kissed anyone, and now he was grateful Justin had been more interested in blowing him to achieve his conquest. Daniel had forgotten just how wonderful it was to taste and tease and share breath. Affection swelled in him.

  They deepened the kiss, tongues meeting, stubble rasping. Cole tasted like orange and a hint of chocolate, and Daniel chased the sweetness, running both his hands up and down Cole’s back, dipping lower to his ass.

  Cole rocked his hips, gasping as he lifted his head, his eyes searching Daniel’s. “I love that you’re hard for me.”

  Holding Cole’s ass, Daniel arched up, groaning. “I was afraid I would come just thinking about kissing you.”

  Cole dived for his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, licking and sucking like he wanted to swallow Daniel whole. They jerked against each other, cocks rubbing in the water. Panting, Cole reached back with his right hand as he leaned heavily against Daniel.

  He muttered, “Grab my ass. Spread it.”

  Daniel was only too happy to follow instructions, but… “We need a condom.”

  Cole licked across Daniel’s mouth. “Not for this. Trust me.” He lifted up on his knees and reached back to position Daniel’s cock between his cheeks, then squeezed as he lowered down.

  The friction was incredible. Daniel moaned, keeping hold of Cole’s ass and thrusting up into the narrow cleft. Cole leaned closer, pressing their chests completely together and hooking his chin over Daniel’s shoulder. His cock was stiff between them, and it rubbed against Daniel’s stomach as they strained together.

  Daniel was on fire and alive, his unraveling complete. He gripped Cole’s ass as Cole writhed against him. Sparks ignited from Daniel’s nipples and dick, from every inch of him that Cole touched.

  “Fuck,” Cole muttered. “I want your cock inside me so bad. But I can’t wait. Need to come.”

  Daniel could only groan, his balls tight. The heat of the water, Cole’s body, and the squeeze of his ass cheeks was too much. Daniel’s orgasm tore through him, and he thumped his head back as he emptied in spasms, Cole rubbing against him in a frenzy.

  The pleasure filled every pore, so much more intense than it was when Daniel jerked off. He trembled.

  “That’s it,” Cole moaned. “Oh fuck, I’m so close. I want you so much.”

  Pushing one hand between them, Daniel took hold of Cole’s cock in the water, stroking and pulling back the foreskin, swirling his thumb over the head. Cole cried out, shaking, and Daniel was pretty sure he was coming.

  He squeezed Cole’s ass with his left hand, encouraging him to ride it out, jerking him until Cole slumped in his arms, his face against Daniel’s neck, mouth open and teeth grazing skin.

  Their chests heaved, and Cole lifted his head, pupils blown as if he’d gotten high off some leftover pot. The sun had set, but the Christmas lights shone beyond him. Steam rose in the cold air.

  They stared at each o
ther, panting. The hot tub shut off, the cycle finished. Their breath thundered in the sudden quiet.

  Had they just made a massive mistake?

  Cole grinned. “Guess we have to change the water again before we go.”

  Relief whooshed through him. Daniel could only hold Cole close and kiss him tenderly as the moon rose over the snowy mountains, joy making itself at home in his heart after so many years gone.

  Chapter Eight

  “Tampons, Tums, sunscreen, baby shampoo…” Crouching in his fluffy white robe, Daniel rooted around in the cabinet under one of the sinks in the master bedroom. It was full of random supplies presumably left by other guests.

  “How did you not bring condoms and lube on a romantic getaway?” Cole fidgeted and tried not to pace. If they had to go back to the village to stock up, so be it. Because he was getting fucked by Daniel as soon as humanly possible.

  Daniel’s voice was muffled as he leaned farther into the cabinet. “Justin said he’d take care of it since I was working late all last week.”

  “I think it was a Freudian thing. Deep down, you knew there was no way you were fucking that asshole. Literally.”

  Laughing, Daniel leaned back. “Touché. And ah-ha!” He held up a box of condoms. “Victory.”

  Desire simmered through Cole, tugging at his groin. I’m getting Daniel Diaz’s cock. I must be freaking dreaming. “Check the expiry.”

  Daniel scanned the box. “We’re good.”

  And they were. They’d gotten off in the hot tub, and then laughed and kissed. Daniel had made grilled-cheese sandwiches, which they’d eaten in their bathrobes, leaning against the island in the kitchen. It all felt so natural.

  They were good.

  “Let me see if there’s any… Holy shit. This place really does have everything.” He held up the lube, then touched Cole’s right hand. “Cole?”

  “Huh? Yeah, that’ll work.”

  Daniel’s forehead furrowed. “Are you feeling okay? You seemed kind of spacey there.”

  “No, I’m great.” Cole brushed back a curl from Daniel’s forehead. “Just thinking about how crazy this is. How right this feels. You and me.”

  But now Daniel’s frown deepened. Shit, maybe Cole had said too much. Stupid! He was going to scare him off. It’s not as if they were a couple after screwing around in a hot tub.

  Daniel stood, leaning beside him against the vanity. He ran a fingertip over the shell of Cole’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine, Cole’s heart thudding. “But what you said, about wanting it since you were a kid… Is that true? Like, you had a crush on me or something?”

  “A massive crush. I told you the other day that you helped me realize I was gay. That wasn’t just because of the example you set by coming out. It was because thinking about you gave me a twenty-four-seven boner.”

  Still holding the box of condoms, Daniel laughed. “You have a way with words.”

  Cole exhaled. Maybe he hadn’t freaked Daniel out too badly after all. “And I’m not a kid now. Obviously.”

  Daniel gave him a sly look. “Yeah, I noticed.” He tugged at the belt on Cole’s robe, then sank to his knees in front of him. He looked up under his thick eyelashes. “Can I…?”

  “Oh hell yes. Suck me.”

  “You’re kind of bossy.” He grinned. “I like it.”

  Before Cole could respond, Daniel leaned in and nuzzled around the base of his cock, sliding his hands around to take hold of Cole’s hips under the open robe. Leaning back against the vanity, Cole gripped the edge of the counter with his good hand.

  Gazing up with his beautiful hazel eyes, Daniel licked a stripe from the base of the shaft to the tip. Cole could only moan, his dick pulsing with need.

  Daniel was tentative at first, kissing and tasting, sucking on the head and gazing up at him. Cole had the feeling he wanted approval, so he smiled and murmured, “That feels amazing. You’re so good at this.”

  From what Daniel had told him the night before, it had probably been years since he’d last done this, and while he was a little clumsy, it was already the greatest blow job in Cole’s life because it was Daniel on his knees for him.

  Daniel’s pretty eyelashes fanned over his golden-brown cheeks as he sucked harder, taking him in deeper, his hand circling the base of Cole’s dick, tongue exploring and teasing the foreskin. His breath catching, goosebumps broke over Cole in waves.

  He wished desperately he had two usable hands. He let go of the counter, hoping Daniel’s grasp on his hips would be enough to keep him on his feet as his knees shook.

  Threading his fingers into Daniel’s curls, Cole cradled his head and asked, “Are you hard?”

  Looking up, his full lips stretched around Cole’s cock, Daniel sucked hard before he pulled off with a wet smack that echoed deliciously off the tile. Sitting back on his heels, he tugged open his robe to show his thick, meaty cock curving up, straining and flushed red. The glistening head peeked out from his foreskin.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful. That’s so good.” Cole caressed Daniel’s head. “I can’t wait to get that inside me.” Heart galloping, he asked, “Do you like rimming? When I first saw it in porn, I thought about you doing it to me. I—” He sucked in a breath as Daniel spun him around, grabbing for the counter with his good hand and ignoring the flare of pain in his left.

  Daniel hauled up Cole’s robe and spread his ass, and Cole bent over the counter, parting his legs wider. He panted, “I’ll take that as a yessss.”

  He groaned as Daniel licked up and down his crease, toying with his hole before pushing into it. The counter dug into Cole’s belly, and his head thumped against the mirror, but he moaned, “Don’t stop. More.”

  Hot exhalations washed over Cole’s tender flesh. Daniel leaned back a few inches and spit before burying his face between Cole’s cheeks, licking into him and eating his ass. Legs jerking, Cole’s breath steamed up the mirror. His dick leaked, and he cried out, never wanting it to end, but also desperate for more.

  “Fuck me. Please. I need your cock.”

  Cole moaned when Daniel gave him a parting kiss on his hole, watching in the mirror as he stood behind him. Their gazes locked, and Daniel said, “On the bed.”

  Cole was happy to get fucked anywhere Daniel wanted to do it. Nodding, he followed into the bedroom, tugging off his robe, swearing when the sleeve got caught on his cast before he could toss it aside.

  “Careful.” Naked now too, Daniel caught Cole around his waist, bending to brush their lips together. He whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Cole’s heart glowed as brightly as the Christmas lights. “You won’t.” He backed up and turned to knee-walk onto the bed before flattening out on his back. “Can you put a pillow under my cast?” He stretched his arm out so his hand would be well free of their bodies.

  Daniel did as he asked, then kneeled by Cole’s feet, waiting and seemingly uncertain. He’d brought the condoms and lube, and Cole said, “Get yourself ready. Stop worrying.” He rubbed his foot over Daniel’s thigh. “I promise I’ll tell you if anything hurts. Okay?”

  “Okay.” Daniel gave him a little smile that made Cole’s heart clench.

  After rolling on the condom, Daniel slicked himself, biting his reddened lip with a little moan. Cole spread his legs and lifted his knees, offering himself. Fuck, he loved cock, and knowing that he was actually going to have Daniel’s made his head spin. He groaned, his dick jumping as Daniel pushed a slick finger into him.

  “Uh-huh, I’m ready. I’m so ready.” Cole grasped at Daniel’s shoulder with his right hand, tugging him closer. “Fuck me.” He shoved his tongue in Daniel’s mouth, tasting the musky hint of himself.

  When Daniel inched into him, gritting his teeth, his nostrils flaring, Cole bore down, urging him deeper, loving the burn as Daniel stretched him open.

  “Fuck, Cole.” Daniel’s arms quivered where he held himself up.

  “I know.” He lifted his tailbone and hooked his legs around Danie
l’s waist. “Harder. I need it. I know you won’t hurt me. Orgasm is the best medicine for a fading concussion and broken bones.”

  The burst of Daniel’s laughter puffed across Cole’s face. They kissed messily as Daniel rocked into him, settling into a rhythm, filling Cole completely.

  “Never thought I’d have this again,” Daniel mumbled. He gasped as Cole tightened his inner muscles around him, snapping his hips and really pounding him now.

  Cole could have died happy, being plowed by Daniel Diaz. The real thing was so much better than even his most detailed fantasy. He couldn’t have truly imagined the salty taste of Daniel’s sweat on his tongue, the way he whimpered, red lips parted, staring into Cole’s eyes as if nothing else in the world existed.

  And it didn’t. It was only the two of them, gasping and kissing and fucking.

  When Cole came, he painted his chest without his dick even being touched. Daniel pressed against the perfect spot inside him, and Cole spurted until he could only quiver and moan, his balls emptying.

  He squeezed around Daniel’s cock. “I want you inside me forever.”

  “Oh!” Daniel whipped his head back, spine arching as he came. He collapsed onto Cole, panting against his cheek in warm gusts, their skin sticky and slick.

  Cole kept his legs wrapped tightly around Daniel. Maybe it was crazy, but forever sounded about right.

  Chapter Nine

  “Are you sure you don’t want to go skiing? I don’t want to hold you back.” Cuddled on the couch, Cole trailed his fingers up and down Daniel’s arm. Christmas Eve had dawned cloudy with snow in the forecast, and Cole would be content to stay exactly where he was, but guilt that Daniel was missing out nagged.

  They’d spent two days fucking every which way they could imagine with the limitations of Cole’s cast. His ass was pleasantly sore, and his jaw ached from sucking off Daniel for ages that morning, edging him and not letting him come until Daniel had begged so prettily.

  “I’ve actually never gone skiing before. I’d probably end up in a cast to match yours.”