Xavier's Xmas (2 page)

When Frankie spoke, his words sent little puffs of air across Xavier's skin and chills down his spine. "I can see that. I don't like it, but you have a good point. I don't want you to think I only slept with you because I'm upset about Rob. I've wanted you for three years. I'm not going to ruin it by sleeping with you now and making you wonder if we're a mistake."

The earnestness of Frankie's voice made Xavier’s heart ache. They both wanted the same thing. The sweet wild child really wanted him, a staid accountant living a quiet life of numbers, books, and the occasional glass of Scotch.

"Why would you want me?" He hadn't meant to ask the question out loud, but it bounced around his head so much it finally came out of his mouth.

Frankie looked up at him with a wide brown-eyed gaze.

"How could I not? You're the most wonderful person I know."

"Oh." There was such sincerity in Frankie’s eyes that Xavier knew at least to Frankie he wasn't boring. He gave Frankie a soft kiss on the cheek before releasing him. "Come, let's go to bed. Maybe things will be clearer in the morning."

Frankie nodded.

They moved with the coordination of long developed patterns. Frankie locked the front door, Xavier turned out the lights, and they both headed for the stairs. Except at the top his roommate followed him down the hall.

He frowned back at him. "Are you lost? Your room is the other way."

Frankie gave an adorable snort. "There's no way I'm sleeping by myself when I can spend the night in your bed. We might not fuck tonight but I'm damn well going to be held by the man I love."

Xavier stumbled on the carpet and barely stopped himself from hitting the wall. "You love me?"

"Yeah man, I love you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Frankie wrapped his long fingers around his upper arms, giving himself a hug. "In the past three years I've had six jobs, dated dozens of men, went on ten trips, and discovered all I ever wanted was sitting at home by my Christmas tree. Everything else was just a distraction. Now get your fine ass into your room and get into bed so I can wake up tomorrow and open my Christmas gift."

* * * *

Frankie swallowed his nerves, hoping he hadn't ruined everything. Shit, he'd waited forever to be really looked at by those cool grey eyes. He'd damn well promise anything if it meant he could stay here with Xave.

He waited, hardly breathing, for the older man's response.

Those grey eyes he loved so much softened. "Come on, babe, let's go to bed." Wrapping a long arm around Frankie’s waist, Xavier pulled him gently down the hall to the master bedroom.

He had only been in the master bedroom a handful of times. His roommate was a private person and Frankie had always tried to respect that privacy, but he couldn't stop the moan when he caught sight of the big bed.

"I've had dreams about this bed," he confessed.

Xave sent him a startled look. "Huh, I've had dreams about you in my bed. Let's both see if it's as good as we've both dreamed. Strip."

That one hard command coming from the man of his dreams made Frankie harder than granite.

Biting back a moan, he slipped off his shoes, socks and finally his pants.

"You look fine, baby." Cool grey eyes looked at him with approval.

"I'm not a baby," he snapped. He knew Xave considered their age difference a barrier and he wasn't going to let the other man get away with that.

Uncertainty filled his eyes. "You're my baby. If you want to be."

"Oh yes, I want to be," Frankie reassured him. "I so very much want to be. I just don't want you to use the age thing as an issue between us. I don't think you're too old for me."

Xavier's lush mouth firmed into a thin line. "It is a barrier, but only time will tell if it's an insurmountable one. For now, get in bed. I've had too much alcohol for a deep conversation."

Frankie watched with ill-concealed excitement as Xavier removed his clothes. He'd only seen the man's bare chest four times. Each moment was embedded in his memory to be pulled out when he was alone in the dark and needing a fantasy.

Memory didn't serve him well enough. The man was cut.

Xave blushed at Frankie’s entranced expression. "I've been going to the gym. I was starting to get a soft middle."

It took two tries for Frankie to clear his throat enough to speak. "Well you took care of that problem. You're hot."

Laughing, Xave turned off the light and slid into bed.

He struggled against the urge to throw himself at the other man. His bruises screamed with pain but he was willing to suffer if it meant he got a chance at the hard body sliding against him.

"Shhh, settle down and get some rest. Let's see how you feel in the morning. Those bruises are going to hurt."

Frankie didn't want to wait until morning, but he could tell from Xave's tone it was the best he was going to get.

"Fine." Even to himself he sounded sulky.

* * * *

Xavier was having the most delicious dream; his favorite one of waking up next to a warm body, to have someone sharing his bed. Some people dreamed of hot sex, his dream was to have someone to spend his life with. It took him a moment to realize he was indeed snuggling up to a real person, Frankie. He started to move away when he realized he was rubbing off on the younger man.

A hand snaked out to grab his hip and keep him where he was.

"Stay," Frankie commanded in a sleepy voice. "I like you there."

Fuck.

Xavier took a deep breath to steady his stampeding heart. How many mornings had he dreamed of waking up beside his roommate only to be disappointed when he awakened in his big empty bed?

"Tell me this isn't a dream," he whispered against Frankie's delicate nape.

"This is the best kind of dream. The one that came true. Come on Xave, fuck me like I've been obsessing about since I moved in here."

"I can't believe you've waited that long for me," he said in awe as he placed careful kisses across the back of Frankie's neck.

"I'd wait for you forever." Xavier felt the heat of the blush on the back of the younger man's neck. "Damn, that sounded better in my head, less cheesy."

He laughed. He couldn't help it he felt so damn good. Surprisingly, the Scotch from the night before wasn't causing tap dancers to pound in his head. "You don't have to wait forever," he whispered across Frankie's skin, "I'm all yours."

He didn't expect the other man to spin around and pounce on him. Flat on his back he looked up into the pleading face. "Promise me you aren't kidding!" Frankie demanded.

Xavier saw the fear and doubt in his eyes and something settled in his own chest. His roommate wasn't looking for a daddy to take care of him or make him feel safe and secure. The heat in Frankie's eyes said he really wanted this to work. Wanted to be the one he came home to at night.

"Why would I kid about that? When you left…" He swallowed the lump in his throat before trying again. "When you left, I thought my life was over."

Frankie blinked away tears leaving his eyes shiny with emotion. "Don't ever say that. You are going to live a long, long time so I can love and spoil you."

He smiled. "You'll have to stay around to make sure I behave."

"I can do that." His lips were taken in a demanding kiss that further hardened his needy cock.

Damn.

Frankie's lips were the softest things Xavier had ever felt. Pressed against his mouth, he was willing to promise the other man anything if he moved that delicious body part down his body.

"I know what you need," he whispered against Xavier's mouth.

"What?"

Please let it be a blowjob.

"A blowjob."

"You're right. You do know what I need."

What man in his right mind wouldn't need a blowjob in the morning?

Frankie slid down beneath the blankets.

"Oh hell no." With one good flick of his wrist, Xavier sent the blankets down to the floor. There was no way he was missing watching this.

Frankie's dark eyes looked up at him with surprise.

"I want to see you while you suck me off. I've dreamt of it long enough I don't want to miss a thing."

Not to mention if this didn't work out he'd have a memory to carry with him the rest of his life. If a younger, hotter guy lured Frankie away from him later, Xavier wanted at least one really good memory. It might be pessimistic of him, but he had a feeling once his friend lived out his fantasies, he'd move on.

After all what did a middle-aged accountant have to offer a hot young stud like Frankie in the long term?

All thoughts left his brain as the younger man slid down his body and engulfed his aching cock in one quick swallow. The heat of Frankie's mouth ripped a moan from Xavier's lips. He cupped the curly hair of the man wrapped around his cock. The smell of his shampoo drifted up, a tropical scent that always had him thinking of drinking Mai Tai's on the beach.

Frankie's fingers slid around to grip Xavier's ass. Digging in tight as the suction increased.

"Fuck." It took all of his control not to buck his hips into that warm wet mouth. Looking down, he almost spilled from the look of absolute pleasure in his lover's eyes.

More suction had his eyes crossing. He gripped Frankie's shoulder to let the other man know he wasn't going to last. It had been too long since his cock got the attention of anything other than his right hand.

Firm hands grabbed Xavier's hips. Increased suction around his cock told him the younger man wanted everything he had to give.

"Frankie!" Xavier screamed as cum rushed from his body and straight into Frankie's willing mouth.

Frankie crawled up Xavier's body and collapsed beside him.

"Give me a minute and I'll take care of you," he promised, panting.

"No need, though we'll need to change the sheets." There was a pause. "And you might need some carpet cleaner."

Xavier gave a tired laugh. "Fair enough. It was worth it."

"Tell me why we never did that before?"

"Insanity. That's the only explanation and, that you're too young for me."

Frankie frowned, his dark eyes turning darker with irritation. "Quit going on about how old you are. You're barely forty; you don't exactly have one foot in the grave."

Xavier bit back his instinctive remark. It was true he was in great health, but fifteen years was a hell of an age difference and would only feel like a bigger gap the longer they stayed together. Looking at Frankie's satisfied smile, he sent a quick Christmas wish to whoever tracked that sort of thing, that he could keep that happy, satisfied look on Frankie's face for years to come.

There was nothing he wanted more than to feel this man beside him every morning. Though he worried about having the stamina to keep up with his much younger lover.

"Come on darling, let's make some breakfast."

The men took a hot leisurely shower that took a lot of stroking and unforeseen uses of bath products before they stumbled into the kitchen looking for food.

* * * *

While his lover cooked him breakfast, Frankie watched the other man. The stress lines around Xave's mouth were relaxed and the man's grey eyes often strayed to his.

Frankie made sure to return the smile. He didn't want his lover to know he was two baby steps away from an anxiety attack. Everything he'd ever wanted was smiling and making him breakfast. If Xave decided in the end he didn't want a spastic art student for a lover, Frankie didn't think his heart would ever mend. He didn't want to be melodramatic and say the man was the love of his life, but he couldn't think of better words than the ones dancing through his head.

Maybe it was too early to say those three little words even if Frankie had been thinking them for the past three years.

A loud hammering on the front door had them both looking towards the sound.

Xave's expression turned foreboding. "Stay here," he demanded.

Like hell!

As soon as his back was turned, Frankie followed Xave down the hall. There was no way he was letting his love go by himself. What he could do he didn't know, but he wasn't going to sit at the kitchen table like a damsel in distress while his brave knight went to the door.

Peering around Xave's shoulder, Frankie wasn't the least surprised to see his asshole ex-boyfriend standing on the doorstep.

"Let me in."

To his surprise, Xave did just that. To Frankie’s further astonishment, as soon as the door was closed, Xavier slammed Rob into the wall. There was a loud crack as the solid wall hit Rob's less solid face.

Rob screamed.

"Oh, so sorry. You need to watch that first step." Xavier was all polite regard as he turned Rob around and slammed his back into the wall. For the first time Frankie realized how much bigger Xave was than both Rob and him. Until that moment, his friend's easy manner and calm disposition had made him appear less threatening.

Used to his mild-mannered roommate with his gentle ways, Frankie was shocked by this new, violent man. A violence he'd never had pointed towards him.

"I came to get my boyfriend," Rob muttered, grabbing his face.

"You don't have a boyfriend any more. You lost that right when you punched him."

Rob gave Xavier a sullen look. "Is that what he's claiming?"

The look in those grey eyes had Frankie clutching at the older man. "Don't kill him Xave, he's not worth it."

Rob's eyes widened as he looked from one to another, taking in their half clothed state. Xave hadn't bothered with a shirt and Frankie was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers because he'd hoped to lure his lover back to bed.

"You're fucking him!" Rob shrieked. "I always thought there was something between you two, but Frankie swore you were just friends. You liar." His eyes narrowed accusingly at Frankie.

Frankie never saw Xave's fist before there was a cracking sound and Rob fell to the ground with a scream. "If you want to address my man, you use a tone of respect. Frankie and I were just friends until you were a complete asshole and hit him. Now I'd advise you to leave before I have you arrested for trespassing."