A New Haven Christmas (3 page)

“Pete, you want some?”

Pete let out
shaky breath. “No. It’s just, I know you’re probably sick of me reacting like
this and you think I’m silly, but I’m still processing the fact.”

“Your silliness
and insecurity is what I love about you. Don’t you ever dare change a thing.”

Pete’s cheeks
warmed at that.

“Fabio, stop
being such a fucking pussy,” one pack member yelled.

“Whipped wolf
sounds much better.”

There was more
jesting and catcalling, but Pete knew the pack
was
being
themselves. They could be occasionally crass and violent, but
they’d go out on a limb for each other when a threat appeared—just like how
they dealt with the Starr Mountain pack.

“What do you say
we get the hell out of this noisy whorehouse and walk around town? Most of the
roads are closed and so are most of the shops, but
it's
quiet and it’ll be just the two of us,” Fabio suggested.

Pete found
himself smiling. “That sounds just perfect.”

Chapter Three

The pack surprised the hell out of
them when the New Year arrived. Pete and Fabio were
blindfolded
and shoved up a flight of stairs and a couple of
corridors. Pete sniffed the air and was rewarded by a warning thump on his back
for being too curious.

They were definitely in
a building.
Where exactly in New Haven, he
wasn’t sure, and Pete was becoming a little concerned. If this was a prank
then
it was a
shitty
one.

He wasn’t in the mood for games.
Pete had been spending all his free time apartment hunting with Fabio, so he’d
been looking forward to spending New Year’s Day alone in Fabio’s studio apartment.
The space might be cramped and Fabio’s bed was tiny, but they had privacy.

“Come on, guys. We’ve had it. I can
smell Pete’s anxiety and I’m warning you, he’s dangerous when he gets snarky.”
Pete heard Fabio say unhelpfully.

“I do not get snarky or dangerous,”
Pete
protested
when the blindfold was
taken away.

He had to blink several times until
his vision adjusted to the light. What he was looking at was a freshly painted,
spacious, but bare apartment. It smelled and looked a little familiar though.

“This
apartment. It used to belong to Pat, didn’t it?” Pete asked, referring to one
of the wolves in the pack. Pat had lost his first mate to cancer a few months
ago, but he managed to find a second one when a lone werewolf came to New
Haven.

“Yeah, he’s selling it because he
and Jules found a new place. He’s offered to sell it to you two dirt cheap
though,” Al said.

“What do you think?” Terrence
asked.

Emotion caught itself in Pete’s
throat. The pack sometimes got under his skin, but they were always there for
Fabio and him when he needed them. He and Fabio appraised the space and
exchanged a look.

“It’s perfect,” Fabio answered for
the both of them.

Al beamed. “Good. I’ll tell Pat the
good news. Terrence and I will leave you guys alone to talk.”

Once the pair left, Pete took a
turn around the apartment. It had three bedrooms, a spacious kitchen, living
and dining room, and a terrific view of the mountains bordering the town. Pete
could imagine spending mornings and nights here with Fabio.

“I can imagine you wearing an
adorable apron, cooking for me by the stove there,” Fabio drawled, coming
behind him.

“I don’t wear aprons,” Pete said
shortly, not pushing away Fabio’s thick-corded arms on his waist. “It’s not a
bad place, is it?”

“Nope,” Fabio said, beginning to
sound less interested in their conversation. Pete could feel Fabio nibbling his
way up his neck. He sighed at the heated sensation.

“We can’t, Fabio. We haven’t even
bought
the apartment.”

“
The
deal’s
as good
as signed
and you
know it, Pete. We should celebrate.”

“Celebrate how? By fucking in our
new apartment?” Pete asked incuriously.

Fabio didn’t seem to catch his
sarcasm
because he said, “Oh yeah. Great idea,
lover.”

“You’re incorrigible, Fabio.”

“
Ooh,
big words, Pete. Incorrigible. So sexy.”

Pete’s brain flew out the window
when Fabio bit down on his left earlobe. “Oh, what the hell. Let’s shut the
door at least so no one will catch the show.”

“Fine. Start taking off your
clothes, Pete.”

Pete hastened to obey at Fabio’s
firm voice. He was entirely naked by the time Fabio returned with his shirt off
and his jeans unbuttoned. In one
hand
he
held lube and a condom.

“Do you always carry those around?”
Pete asked, helping Fabio out of his jeans.

Fabio snorted. “Of course. I can’t
get enough of you.”

Once he was naked, Pete took a few
seconds to admire the hard lines of Fabio’s body.

“The way you’re looking at me is
making me so fucking hot, Pete. I want you on the floor, baby. I want to see
your face when I ride you.”

Pete obeyed. He felt Fabio’s
firm
but familiar hands parting his legs and
placing them on his shoulder. Watching Fabio lube his fingers only worsened his
anticipation. Pete wiggled, earning him a playful slap on his left inner thigh.

“Behave, Pete. Damn. You’re making
me incredibly horny.”

Pete sighed when he felt Fabio’s
cold and wet fingers on his slit.

“Fabio, stop teasing me,” Pete
complained
when Fabio only continued to tease
his hole with his circling fingers. Fabio complied, and Pete felt him slide one
finger in. He groaned when he inserted a second and began preparing him for his
access.

“Patience, Pete. I’m going to make
you feel so good in a second,” Fabio promised, tearing open the foil of the
condom and sliding it over his throbbing member.

Pete impatiently curled his legs
around Fabio’s waist to draw him close. Fabio
laughed
but nudged several inches of his cockhead in. By now, Pete was used to his
size. Fabio didn’t wait around. He slammed into Pete with one smooth movement,
until he was hilt-deep.

Taking in the knowledge Fabio
completely filled him up, Pete took deep and steadying breaths. It was always
amazing seeing the two of their bodies joined.

“Good, baby. Breathe in for me.
Feel me inside you, claiming you.”

The initial burn began to fade
away, replaced by something else. Primal hunger.

“Are you ready for me to move,
Pete?”

Pete nodded, feeling Fabio’s hands
on his waist. Then Fabio began to move, thrusting into him with deep and
lingering strokes. It pleased Pete to know Fabio didn’t just do one dance.
Fabio knew how to alternate between sweet, slow, and deep
lovemaking
and hard fucking.

“You don’t know how much I’ve
fucking fallen for you, Pete. The things you continue to do to me.” Fabio
moaned.

“I love you too, Fabio. Please,
fuck me harder. Faster.” Pete panted.

Pete immediately regretted his
request when a roguish grin appeared on Fabio’s handsome face. He felt Fabio’s
thick fingers begin to fist his leaking and thickening cock. The movement of
Fabio’s dick gained momentum, and the dual sensations of Fabio’s hand and shaft
was making his senses reel. Pete’s body felt fever-hot, as if it had a hard
time containing the heat burning inside him.

Then Fabio must’ve have changed his
angle and hit his
prostate
because he
wrangled a scream of pure pleasure from Pete.

“Fabio, that feels so good.” Pete
gasped.

Fabio didn’t give him another
chance to talk. He simply plunged into the same spot again and again.

“Let’s come together, Fabio. I want
to hear you scream my name,” Pete said through staggered breaths.

The hand on his
painful
member began to furiously speed up
while Fabio drove in deeper and deeper into his willing hole,
hurtling
both of them to the edge of oblivion.
Pete came first, screaming out Fabio’s name as strings of cum sprayed all over
Fabio’s chest and belly. Still riding out his climax, Pete was aware of Fabio
also reaching orgasm.

“Stay there, Pete. I’m going to get
some baby wipes to clean us up,” Fabio said later, rising to pull out the wipes
from the back pocket of his jeans.

“You sure were ready for anything,
huh,” Pete remarked as Fabio cleaned them both up.

Later, Fabio nestled beside him on
the floor. Pete leaned his head against Fabio’s chest, drunk with contentment.
The
hardwood
floor beneath them was hard,
but not uncomfortable, especially with Fabio’s warm flesh pressed against his.
He took another look around the apartment, realizing how perfect it was for
them. Pete could vividly envision where to place each piece of furniture,
moving about as he cooked dinner for the two of them.

“It’s really perfect, isn’t it,
Fabio?”

Pete felt a gentle kiss on his
forehead. “You and I perfect, baby.”

“I have a feeling it’s going to be
a fantastic year,” Pete murmured, feeling sleepy. He always loved falling
asleep on Fabio’s firm and yummy chest.

Fabio’s next words made him turn
beat red. “It’s not just going to be a
great
year, Pete. It’s going be one hell of a ride for the rest of our lives.”

The End

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