Every Time A Bell Rings

Brian dropped everything last year when his mother became ill so he could take care of her until the day she died. People he thought were friends didn’t stick with him and he’s somehow become kind of a recluse without meaning to be. Only Mike, his best friend since they were kids, has stuck by him and is now saving him from homelessness after a fire destroys Brian’s apartment building days before Christmas. Though Mike has to go down South for the holiday, Brian stays in Mike’s apartment with his slightly singed kitten Oreo.

Brian’s only goal is to set his affairs back in order before everything shuts down for the holidays and then make it through those holidays in one piece. He’s lost so much–his only real possession is a photo album of his mom that he risked death to save from the fire–and he’s feeling lost and very alone…until Mike, his hot neighbor Trent, and even little Oreo conspire to give Brian the best Christmas possible and a future that looks a lot brighter.

“Sorry,” I whispered all over again, my voice kind of croaky.

[Trent] shook his head, set down at least ten different plastic containers on the coffee table, and actually pulled me into his arms. “I’m here for this too,” he said in a voice that was so very comforting. “To help with this too, I mean. You’re not alone, Brian.”

It was exactly the right thing for him to say to open the floodgates. I cried, sobbed, right there into his so soft, baby blue sweater with those thick arms holding me tight and close. He said things, I heard him, but I couldn’t understand more than the sympathetically understanding tone. I was more aware of his stroking hands, the heat of his palms, and the fact he never once seemed eager to get away from the mess that was me. That was perfect too.

Eventually, I cried myself out and just leaned on him, resting my head on his shoulder and sniffing. Trent held me up like I knew he would and we just breathed together for a little while. His hand rested on the side of my head, long fingers occasionally teasing my hair. It was so nice to just be held. I wanted to stay like this all night.

“You needed that, huh.”

“Yeah.”

“Feel better?”

“Except for that awkward feeling from having made my date soggy, yeah.”

He chuckled softly and gave me a squeeze. “Good thing your date doesn’t mind.”

“Yeah. I might owe him something a lot more fun now.”

“Monopoly?”

I laughed, lifting my head to see him smile. That was it. I abandoned all awkwardness so I could kiss him. It occurred to me, as I sampled those soft lips, that maybe he had meant our “private party” to be more like two guys hanging out because one was a crazy cry-baby and the other a sucker for spreading Christmas cheer to the needy. This occurred to me because he didn’t kiss me back.

“Should I apologize?” I asked. He hadn’t let me go, though.

His hand cupped my cheek as he said, “I won’t deny that I want you, Brian.”

“Oh, good.”

He smiled. “But we don’t have to do anything physical if you’re not ready for that.”

“You don’t want to?”

“I don’t expect it.”

Oh my God, he was chivalrous. Should I take advantage of that and get a nice couch cuddle, some leftovers, and–? Oh hell no.

“Trent, I’ve been celibate for over a year and wasn’t sure everything still worked until I stood out in that hallway last night in front of you.”

He grinned and chuckled. “So I should stop being a nice guy?”

“Oh no, you can still be nice. Just, you know, how about more like the nice guy who’s going to take advantage of me? Who’ll fuck me against–”

Okay, so the man knew how to kiss. Really kiss. The kind of kissing that grunted “you mine” in fluent caveman because he got a grip on my hair and another on my ass. Our wood clubs knocked together before his hips rocked and my knees threatened to give out.

It was a shame he tasted like eggnog. I hated that stuff.

He made up for that, though, when he pushed his hand down the back of my jeans, curled his fingers and raked my ass as he pulled them back out. My mouth dropped open and I moaned as he kept roughly massaging my cheeks while I moved with him now. His beautiful lips took mine again and his kiss was as dirty as anything his hand was doing. I could come from this. The light scratch of blunt nails and thick fingers pulling at my ass, the tight and trapped ache of my dick pushing against his hip, and this big man devouring my mouth and eating my sounds were all going to push me over.

Which was why I put up a fuss when he stopped.

“No, Trent,” I said between gasps as my hands tugged at his sweater. “I need–”

“I know.” Oh that was a rumble of a voice! Combine it with the look of hunger on his face and the fact he’d stopped so he could get my pants off me… Yeah, we were still good. He chuckled at me as he shoved my jeans down. “Stop nodding before you break your neck.”

I grinned goofily down at him, holding his shoulders while he took off my boots, left my socks, ripped my jeans away, and carefully divested me of my briefs. Despite standing there in white tube socks and a pair of shirts with my thighs twitching and swollen dick pointing at him, I felt like the sexiest thing on the planet because of the way he looked at me.