Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Regardless, he wasn’t getting laid tonight. He couldn’t believe his luck.
Cockblocked by a fucking Christmas tree.
Chapter 6
December 16
Sky waited for the perfect moment. He’d just finished getting the coffee brewing and fresh water for the tree. The needy imp was in its usual spot with its roots in the water. It had even plugged its lights back in.
Overhead, he heard the soft telltale squeak of the shower being turned off. Biting his bottom lip, Sky walked casually but somewhat briskly down the hall and up the stairs. As soon as he reached the second floor, he darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
A cloud of steam hit him in the face, along with the rich, woodsy scent of Nolan’s body wash. It was wonderful, but it was even better when he was nuzzling Nolan’s warm skin, peppering his man with kisses.
“Hey. What’s up?” Nolan asked, sounding surprised since Sky always got up earlier and took the first shower.
Sky said nothing as he grabbed the wicker dirty clothes hamper and shoved it against the door.
“Are we under attack?” Nolan joked, but there was a hint of worry in his eye, because it wouldn’t have been a complete shock in this household.
Sky spun to face Nolan and released a happy sigh as he dragged his gaze slowly down Nolan’s naked body. His pale skin was flushed from the hot shower and glistened with drops of water even as he dried himself with a fluffy yellow towel.
“I will not be cockblocked a second time.”
He marched across to where Nolan stood next to the tub, the towel half gathered around his waist as if he’d been about to secure it. As Sky fell to his knees in front of Nolan, he pulled the towel away, tossing it on the floor. In a flash, Sky had Nolan’s soft cock in his mouth while Nolan gasped and seized Sky’s head with both hands.
This was one of his favorite things. He loved taking Nolan into his mouth when he wasn’t hard yet, so he could feel him swelling and growing on his tongue with each bob of his head.
A long, whispered string of curses tumbled from Nolan’s lips as his brain seemed to briefly lose all ability to form complete sentences. “Dear God, Sky. It’s not a race.” Yet, even as he spoke, his fingers tightened in Sky’s hair, urging him to move faster, take him deeper.
It was a race. Too soon, the tree would realize something was amiss. It would climb the stairs and try to enter the room. So far, it had avoided the bathroom, which was why Sky had chosen to strike while Nolan was getting ready for work. But it was only a matter of time before the tree arrived. He needed to have Nolan close enough to coming that he wouldn’t be willing to stop for any reason.
“Is this all you want? Just to suck me off?” Nolan panted.
God, he felt and tasted so good. Sky’s jaw ached, and drool was slipping down his chin. Nolan was so hot and thick. He had to be close.
“Or do you want this dick in your ass?”
Sky moaned on Nolan’s cock, and his lover echoed it.
But they were no longer alone.
A soft scratch at the door announced that the tree had figured out they were having a party without it, and it wanted to join.
“Nooooo…” Sky whined as he allowed Nolan’s dick to slide from his mouth. Why couldn’t it let him get laid?
“Up,” Nolan barked. He grabbed Sky’s arm and pulled him up to his feet. “Get your pants off. We’re not stopping now.”
Sky let out a triumphant shout as he did a dance while shoving his pants and underwear to the black-and-white tiled floor. Behind him, Nolan opened and closed the doors of the cabinet under the sink, likely searching for lube.
“Shit,” Nolan hissed.
“Use conditioner. Or the fucking sunscreen.” He’d accept anything so long as it meant getting to feel Nolan’s cock stretching him.
“Nope. Found some.” Nolan was behind him a second later, pushing Sky toward the bathroom door. “Put your hands on the door. Hold it closed.”
Sky cackled. That was one way to keep the tree from interrupting them.
Plastic creaked as Nolan popped the lid, and the heavy artificial scent of grape hit the air.
“Oh God,” Sky groaned. “That’s the joke lube Red gave us.” It was supposed to be grape flavored, but it tasted like no grapes Sky had ever had. However, it did taste very purple. It had worked fine as lube, but it had dyed Nolan’s cock purple for about two days. Sky still didn’t want to know what it did to his asshole.
Before he could remind Nolan of that odd side effect, two slick fingers pushed into his hole, stretching him and stealing his breath away. Who gave a fuck about a purple dick and asshole? Sky would happily dye his entire body purple and change his name to Violet Beauregarde if it meant Nolan was inside him.