Merry Cherry Christmas

“Yes.” Chest heaving, Jeremy focused on Max. He could hear the slap of Max jerking himself, and it made his toes curl, aftershocks shivering through him. Max was thinking of Jeremy. “I came so hard, Max. It’s all over me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Max was panting, wet slaps echoing. “I bet you’re dripping with it.”

“Is it weird if I taste it?” Jeremy slid his finger through a splat on his belly.

Max practically shouted, then begged, “Eat it. Eat your cum for me. Let me hear you.”

Jeremy hadn’t meant that to be a sexy question, but apparently it was judging by Max’s harsh panting and groans. So Jeremy lifted his finger and noisily sucked it by the microphone. He’d tasted his jizz before out of curiosity, and it was still the same—salty and bitter.

But it was making Max come, and excitement skittered over Jeremy’s flushed skin as he sucked as loudly as he could through Max’s shouted orgasm and moans. He’d actually made Max come.

Well, Max had technically made himself come, just like Jeremy had. But they’d been together. In the darkness of his room in the middle of the night, it felt forbidden and dirty and liberating in a way Jeremy had never experienced.

They breathed hard, and Jeremy whispered, “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Mmm.” Max sounded drowsy now. “It sure can. And there’s so much more where that came from. If you want it.”

Oh, he wanted it. Because he did trust Max. And a new sensation was thrumming through him, one that took a minute to recognize. Confidence. Because last week, Jeremy would have never thought he’d be bold enough for what they’d just done. But with Max? He wanted more.

“Tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yep.” Max yawned. “Now we sleep. We earned it.”

“Wait. You never told me the dirtiest thing you’ve ever thought of doing with a guy.”

Max laughed. “I don’t want to freak you out. Ask me another time.”

Whoa. How dirty was it? Maybe Jeremy shouldn’t get ahead of himself with this newfound confidence. Was Max into golden showers? Was he—

“Now you’re spinning out trying to guess what it is.”

“Accurate.”

Max laughed again. “I promise I’ll tell you another time. Now sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“Wait! Did… Did I do okay?”

“Baby, that was the sound of an A-plus orgasm. You aced it.”

“Okay. Thanks.” He grinned in the darkness, his heart swelling at the way Max had said that, low and sweet. Baby.

They hung up, and Jeremy stared at the line of streetlight across the ceiling. Who needed Christmas presents when he had this?

Of course, that thought immediately conjured his family, along with worry and hurt. And he had to remember Max would surely be leaving campus any day now. But that was fine. They could pick up in January, right? Jeremy wasn’t going to worry about that now.

Now, he was going to sleep, tired and sated from the most incredible orgasm of his life. He was doing this. Max was giving him sex lessons, and he wasn’t going to let himself freak out and get in his own way like always. Eyes heavy, he grinned. Maybe he’d live to regret it, but at least he wouldn’t die a virgin.

Chapter Six

T-minus thirty-three minutes. Approximately. Not that Max was counting or anything.

He paced another circuit of the bushes on the small lawn outside Jeremy’s building, squinting in the brief glare of afternoon sun before gray clouds closed in again. Jeremy had said he’d be back by three at the latest, but hopefully he’d appear down the block any minute now.

Max looked, but the sidewalk was empty except for a girl dragging a cheap suitcase. It was Tuesday, and campus was already pretty empty even though exams went for several more days. Jeremy and Meg still had one Wednesday—Meg’s Arthurian legend lit exam also serving as Max’s excuse for not going back to Pinevale sooner. They had bus tickets for Thursday morning.

Which meant Max had less than forty-eight hours to hang with Jeremy. After their phone call, Jeremy had needed to study for today’s exam. Now that should be just about over, even if he needed all the time allotted, and they could hang for a few hours before he hit the books again.

In the meantime, Max was crawling out of his freaking skin.

He couldn’t remember being this anxious to see someone again. He’d told Jeremy they’d have fun and it would be no big deal. Hearing Jeremy’s breathy little moans on the phone had been a ton of fun, but Max couldn’t deny that seeing him again felt like a bigger deal than he’d planned. A bigger deal than he wanted it to be.

Man, when Jeremy had asked if it was weird to taste his own jizz? Max tingled all over again just remembering. He circled the snow-dusted shrubbery, the grass sodden and slushy under his boots, making squelching noises. He’d been casual when Jeremy had suggested meeting at his dorm. He hadn’t expected Monday to draaaaag so epically and had ignored Honey’s knowing smirks. It had been stupidly hard not to text Jeremy just to say hey.