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“Yes.” Cole’s hands cupped his face, his thumbs digging into Owen’s jaw. “Fuck.”

His little preview in the car hadn’t prepared him for the beautiful package that was Cole’s cock. Long but not too thick, and curved ever so slightly to the left. Owen took as much of it as he could until the head pressed against the back of his throat. His mouth watered in response, and he was forced to pull back so he could swallow.

“I could suck you all day.” He dove back in, not taking as much so he could increase the suction. He teased the nerve bundle with the tip of his tongue at the same time he tugged on Cole’s balls.

“You’re . . .” Cole swallowed and tightened his hold on Owen’s face. “I’m going to come. Stop.”

There were two things he could do here: let Cole come, or stop and fuck him. They’d both wanted sex, he even knew Cole had condoms. But the microscopic part of his brain that was rational and still thinking knew that sex with a man he didn’t know very well, and who was suffering from a broken heart, was probably on the universal list of shitty things to do to a person. Owen was many things, but he didn’t like to think of himself as
that guy
.

He pulled back and looked up at Cole. His face was flushed red and his eyes were barely open. He was clenching his teeth, which forced the little muscle in his jaw to jump and twitch. Clearly, he was as close to the edge as he’d said he was. It would take nothing for Owen to push him over. To hear him cry out with pleasure.

Owen kept eye contact as he leaned in and gently licked the tip of Cole’s cock. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Cole’s eyes bugged open. “What?”

“Not that. I’m going to suck your brains out your dick. But I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Why not?” Cole’s thighs began to quiver as Owen stroked him. “I’m . . . condoms . . .”

Owen’s cock was also protesting in the confines of his jeans.
What do you mean no sex? Bad human.
I will make you pay.
He pushed down on his dick as he licked along the length of Cole’s.

“You’re still grieving. I can’t take advantage.”

“You’re not.” Cole banged his head against the wall. “You’re so not.”

“I would be, and I can’t.” Another long swipe of his tongue from Cole’s balls to his head. “But I’m not an asshole. I’m going to suck every last drop of cum from you. Consider it an early Christmas present.”

That was all the talking he could manage. Closing his eyes, he focused on giving Cole the most pleasure he could. Long licks were exchanged for gentle nips. The scent of Cole’s arousal was embedding in his head. He ran his hands along Cole’s thighs and up until his fingers embedded into Cole’s pubic hair. The wiry strands caught his calluses as he teased the pale skin. Heat and musk, moans and sighs, he cherished everything that was Cole.

He wanted to stretch things out as long as possible, but knew given his teasing at the brewery and his fondling in the car, there was little chance Cole would last much longer. The man deserved some pleasure after the shitty few days he’d gone through. Owen set a steady pace, using what he hoped was enough suction to finish Cole off. Adding his hand, he pumped Cole’s cock and moaned as the bitter tang of pre-cum burst across his tongue.

“Yes,” Cole hissed. His legs shook violently, and Owen knew it was only a matter of moments now.

Cole tightened his hold on Owen’s face half a second before he cried out, and cum filled Owen’s mouth. He didn’t stop moving, sucking, doing everything he could to pull every bit of pleasure from Cole. Lust hit him hard, and he knew he’d have to do something to take care of his own raging hard-on before he left.

Shit, why did he say no sex?
Idiot.

Finally, Cole’s orgasm waned and he released Owen. With his legs protesting from the awkward position, Owen fell back onto his ass. Cum was sticky on his lips, and he couldn’t help but lick it clean. For his part, Cole looked as though someone had ripped his soul from his body and all that remained was a blissed-out hull that wore a stupid grin.

Dude, you still got it.
He gave himself a mental high five.

Cole slid to the floor, his legs knocking against Owen’s. “You’re hard.”

“I am.” He fumbled with his fly. “I’m going to jerk off. Hope you don’t mind.”

Cole didn’t say anything, but he didn’t look away either. Owen yanked up his shirt, wishing he’d had the foresight to wear something without buttons. Cock in his hand, he kept his gaze on Cole. He hadn’t done something like this before. Jerking off was always a private thing, something that was more out of necessity than anything else. The thought of getting off with someone watching was surprisingly arousing.

He licked his palm, getting it wet before he started with an easy stroke. Nice and steady, the way he’d do if he was alone. The sounds his body made were obscene and added to the surrealism of the situation. Wet flesh being worked, stuttered breath, mixed with his uncontrollable gasps. His skin was superheated and his muscles spasmed as his orgasm inched closer.

He tried to ignore Cole, simply let his mind wander to the places it would normally go when he did this. It didn’t stay there long though, as he became hyperaware of the man watching him get off. Cole’s reactions to his masturbation became his focus. The other man’s gaze flitted from his cock to his stomach and back to his hand. His mouth had fallen open, and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips.

“Do you have any idea what you look like?” Cole rolled his head to the side, but still remained pressed to the wall. “You have a perfect cock. Thick the way I like it. It would take you a while to get me ready to take you. When I was ready, you’d stretch my ass so wide. I’d feel you for days later.”

Owen groaned and let his eyes slip closed.

“Your head is so red right now. I bet it would be hot in my mouth. Your cum would be hot on my tongue. I bet it wouldn’t take more than a few seconds for me to suck you off.”

It took less than that. With the mental image of Cole giving him head, Owen came hard. His orgasm rolled through him, shaking him to his core. Cum spilled across his fist and shot in a wet line across his stomach. His hips lifted off the floor as he thrust into his fist one final time, before collapsing into a boneless heap. A pair of shoes dug into his back, but he didn’t give a shit.

He couldn’t hear much beyond the pounding of his heart in his ears for several minutes. Hell, he hadn’t noticed that Cole had gotten up until a warm facecloth landed on his stomach. He forced his eyes open to see Cole standing over him, a smirk on his face.

“We’re doing twelve days of this?”

Owen chuckled. “I don’t know if I’ll survive.” It only took him a minute to clean up and fix his clothing.

“Me either.”

Now that the whole uncontrollable-need-to-come moment had passed, Owen couldn’t shake his awkwardness. Shit, he hadn’t even gotten fully into Cole’s condo. The narrow hallway opened up into what looked like a living room of sorts. Not that he could see much of it from where he was. Yeah, this wasn’t awkward at all.

He folded the facecloth so Cole wouldn’t get anything on him and handed it back. “Thanks. And sorry for this.”

“For sucking my brains out of my dick?” Cole grinned, the first genuine smile he’d given him since he’d walked into the bar over a week ago. “I’ll forgive you this time. Just try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“I’ll do my best.” He didn’t normally do this
weirdness
with a partner. It was normally all about the sex, thanks so much, and have a great night. “I better leave you be.” He found his coat draped over their beer purchases and slipped it on.

“Owen.” Cole reached out and stopped him with the gentlest of touches. “Thank you. For everything. Today was good. I feel a bit more like myself again.”

With those few words, all of his trepidation melted away. “You’re welcome.”

They hugged, more of a friendly gesture than anything romantically inclined. Cole stepped back and opened the door. “I’ll see you soon.”

Owen wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it wouldn’t be soon enough. “Good night.”

The snow had started coming down in earnest by the time he’d reached the street. With his collar pulled up and his hands shoved into his pockets, he enjoyed the short walk to the bar. For the first time in ages, he was stress-free. Spending the day with Cole had done wonders for taking his mind off his dad and the bar. A much-needed break.

He was about to unlock the outside side door and head up to his place when his phone buzzed. There was a message from Cole.

I could use some help getting a Christmas tree tomorrow. Are you game?

He grinned and texted his affirmative. It seemed that helping Cole was going to be easier than he’d first thought. Now all he had to do was try to keep it in his pants.

There were many things Cole felt guilty about, but Owen giving him one of the best blowjobs of his life certainly wasn’t one of them. The fact that Cole had been willing to have sex but Owen had declined only served to increase Cole’s obsession with the bartender.

Good-looking, successful, talented,
and
noble.

Before this week, Cole assumed men like Owen were little more than the equivalent of gay unicorns.

Sexy gay unicorns with big, thick horns.

“Jesus.” He shook his head and finished his coffee.

He’d offered to drive Owen back to the microbrewery so he could pick up his car. Owen was going to follow behind him to the small tree lot outside of Toronto where Cole and his family always bought their firs.

Never in Cole’s life had he been this excited about buying a Christmas tree, and they’d been doing this since he was five. His family had always made the holidays a big deal growing up. There were certain traditions that signified that the special time of year had arrived, ones that would feel wrong to omit. His mom always spent time decorating the tree after he and his sister took great pains to pick out the perfect one. After, they’d all enjoy some warm eggnog, and when he got older some with a bit of whiskey in it.

Good times.

He assumed that the missing decorations was the reason this year had felt off. When he’d decided to take Steven away over Christmas, he hadn’t bothered setting anything up. His mom had been especially disappointed that not only was she
not
going to finally meet Steven, she was also going to miss out on Cole being home. He’d suggested to Steven that they go over to his parents’ place before their trip, but the timing had never worked out.

Now he couldn’t help but wonder if Steven had been trying to avoid meeting the family.

He’d had a fleeting thought to invite Steven along on the family Christmas tree hunt this year, a chance for them all to meet, but it hadn’t felt quite right. This was a personal tradition, and their relationship had been too new. Going without him hadn’t been fun either. Next year, he’d promised himself that he’d bring Steven. Not that it would happen now.

The wind had picked up at the tree lot, making his decision to get out of the car feel foolish. Owen had only been a short distance behind him, so he wasn’t expecting to be out there long. He stamped his feet and pulled his scarf a bit tighter. He’d already claimed his marker that would indicate which tree he wanted the lot manager to cut down. He had everything he needed. No excuses to move or wander, and no desire to go anywhere without Owen.

He didn’t want to examine that thought even a little.

Finally, Owen’s Hyundai turned the corner and zipped up the short snow-packed road, coming to a stop beside him. Relief washed through him as he watched Owen fumbling with something before he pushed his door open.

“I thought I’d lost you.” He walked over to Owen’s door, surprised when a hot coffee was shoved into his hands. “Bless you.”

That grin of Owen’s did more to melt the cold in his chest than the heat from the coffee. “I saw a little place before the turn. I figured we could use it. It’s too frigging cold.”

Cole was still surprised by Owen’s height, especially when he didn’t give much in the way of personal space and crowded against him. Owen bumped into him with a smile that told him the action was far from accidental. “So, Christmas trees? A real one?”

Yes, better to focus on the matter at hand and not relive memories of Owen’s talented tongue teasing his cock. “Umm, yeah. I figured I better get one to brighten up my condo. While Steven has ruined my plans for the next week, I decided I wouldn’t let him ruin everything.”

“Good idea. And why don’t you buy an artificial one?” Cole’s horror at the suggestion must have shown on his face, as Owen laughed. “Sorry I asked.”

“Simple answer: my mother would disown me.”

“Gotcha.” Owen sipped his coffee and looked around the small lot. “One small problem to your plan.”

Rather than the abundance of trees Cole was used to seeing, the few trees that remained were either little or misshapen. Between the rejects were a series of stumps where trees had been cut. “I’ve never waited this long to get one before. I’ve checked in with the lot owner. Once we tag the tree we want, we can get him from the office and he’ll cut it for us.”