Derek left his small town in Ontario, Canada five years ago to become a big New York City editor. He also left Sterling, a man he loved but couldn’t commit to. Derek decides it’s time to go home for Christmas, to reconnect with his sister and nephew, and his parents, who are getting older.
Sterling is still there, running the magazine they started together, in a house that they were supposed to share. And, still treated like a member of Derek’s family. Sterling is coming for Christmas.
The warmth was welcome. Sterling switched on the hall light and glanced around, taking off his shoes.
“Nice,” I said, glancing around as I walked into the living room.
He turned to look at me. “The house, or me?”
I smiled. “Both, actually.”
“Lock the door behind you,” he said.
When I had turned to lock the door, I was suddenly alone. “Sterling?”
“I’m upstairs,” he called out.
I walked down the hallway. Everything was hard wood, rustic looking, beautiful. I mounted the stairs. There were two rooms on the second level, then another staircase.
“I’m up in the loft.”
I’d always wanted a loft bedroom. My penthouse was nice but it lacked character. This place had character, but so did its owner.
The bedroom light was on when I got to the top. Sterling laid there on the bed, completely naked, his hand moving over his erection.
I felt my mouth fill with saliva. I licked my lips unconsciously as I admired the way Sterling’s cock curved up over his flat, well-muscled stomach. I’d always loved his cock, so big and thick. He’d always loved to play with it in front of me, loved me to play with it. It turned me on.
Sterling smiled. “Do you remember the things you used to do with my cock?”
I nodded. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Take off your clothes, Derek. I need to see you naked. Look how hard I am, just thinking about it. Don’t tease me.”
I shrugged out of my coat, undid the shirt I was wearing, threw it aside. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down over my hips, and stood there in my navy blue briefs. My erection jutted almost straight out.
“Those briefs are working overtime holding in that cock,” Sterling said as he sprang off the bed and came to stand in front of me. His hand moved over my erection, feeling it through the material. He rubbed it vigorously and I moaned softly, my head going back a little. “Ster,” I whispered.
“Mm,” he replied, still teasing my cock but not exposing it. He looked at me, allowing his other hand to move over my stomach and up across my chest. My nipples were already hard. He let his thumb move briefly across one. I sucked in some breath. The thumb swiped it again. I pressed my cock against his knuckles.
He looked down at my briefs and with both hands, lifted the waistband out and down, just enough to expose the tip of my cock. “You are so sexy, Derek. You are the sexiest man I’ve ever known.” His fingers danced over the head of my penis.
“Oh Sterling, please,” I pleaded.
“Place your hands up behind your head.”
