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were gonna take the kids into town to that Santa movie,
if y'all don't mind."
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"I don't mind a bit." Dillon hugged Tracy. "Thanks,
you guys."
Tracy winked at him. "If you'll let us borrow a house
key, we won't bother you when we come back in."
"Oh, sure. Hey, take my truck, too, huh? It has snow
tires." He handed over the keys easily.
"I'll finish here. Nate, bundle babies. Dillon, get Coke
into bubbly water before he volunteers to help."
"Got it."
When he headed back into the front room, Coke was
blinky but awake, and trying to get up. "Hey, babe. I got
your trunks."
"We goin' swimming?" Coke gave him this warm,
sweet smile.
"Soaking." He heard the door close behind Nate and
company. "In fact, we don't need shorts. Everyone else
went to a movie."
"Oh? You didn't want to go?" Coke let Dillon lead
him into the bedroom, where the door to the hot tub
waited.
"Nope. I wanted to soak and be quiet with you."
Dillon grinned. "It was crazy today."
"It was. I didn't ruin the dinner, did I?"
"No, babe." Dillon hugged Coke gently. "Everyone
had a great time."
"The pie was good." Coke's arms wrapped around
him. "Water. Soaking. Together."
"Yeah. I got it fired up while you were napping."
Steam was pouring out, and the heated tiles would keep
their feet warm. Coke let him strip them down, then they
headed out, wrapped in their heavy robes.
Dillon was suddenly glad he'd had the tub put in,
especially when Coke slid into the water up to his neck.
The sound Coke made was worth it all.
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Coke drew him right in close, nuzzled his temple.
"Cowboy."
"Hey, you." Dillon took a kiss. "Better?"
"Mmhmm. Head's doing good."
"Your back?" He could almost feel Coke melt.
"Feels like heaven in here."
"It does." Mainly because he was there with Coke.
He loved that man silly.
Coke's fingers moved nice and slow, petting him.
"Your sister did good, honey. She says y'all don't usually
have so many folks at Thanksgiving."
"Nope. Christmas should be much quieter." Thing
was, with folks in the area knowing not just Coke but
Nate was there, cousins had turned up from all over.
Their kids had all wanted to meet the famous
bullfighters. It was a little embarrassing.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Coke was
starting to kiss his shoulders.
"Huh? Oh, I'm easy, babe." He didn't really care as
long as they had time together. "Not fruitcake."
"No. No, I don't like that. I think we should make
snacky foods and just relax."
"Yeah?" He could see that. That would be a hoot.
"Sue will have roast and shit, we can drop by. We'll do
simple here."
"Good deal." Coke sighed, but it didn't sound pained.
"Jesus, I haven't had a headache like that in a long time."
"I had never seen it." He wasn't bitching; he just
needed to know these things.
"Sorta hoped you wouldn't have to."
"Oh." Well, he could see that, he guessed. "I need to
know how to take care of you as good as you do me,
babe."
Coke hummed, nodded. "That's fair."
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"Mmmhmm." Damn, the bubbles felt good. Dillon
hadn't realized he was so tense, too.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Dillon." Coke sounded purely
happy.
"Same to you, babe. I hope it was a decent one, even
with everything."
"It was great. We were together."
"We were. Our first." He would bet that Coke would
be hungry after they got out of the water.
"We'll get better at it every year."
"You know it." He and Coke would have a lot of
years to practice. Dillon was gonna make sure of that.
No matter what.
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Chapter Nine
"Okay, Hoss. I'll call you. We're meeting at AJ's on
the third?"
Coke hugged Nate, nodded. "That's the plan, Nattie.
We got work to do. Enjoy the beach."
The snow was coming down hard, so their company
was leaving a day early to make sure they got to the
airport.
"You stay warm, Hoss." Nate grinned. "Don't get too
froze."
"I won't. Dillon's making a fire up right now." A fire,
popcorn, and blankets on the sofa. Coke was ready.
"Cool." Tracy came over and hugged him, too. "You
be good to him. He's got it bad for you."
"I am good to him. You take care of all my babies.
Love y'all. Call me at Christmas."
"We will, Hoss." Nate and Tracy started herding kids,
and Dillon came back in to hug and kiss everyone before
corralling the pups.
He waved and grinned and watched until they were
just a dot, then he sighed, smiled. Lord knew he loved
folks, but it was time to have himself a cowboy.
Dillon let the puppers out, let them in, dried them off,
then turned to him. "Hey, you."
"Hey, cowboy." He grinned. "We're alone again."
"We are! It's amazing. I got the fire going in the front
room and in the firepit that you and Nate put out by the
hot tub."
Look at that. Dillon giving him choices.
"Let's take a dip, then spend the evening on the
couch." Dillon was a champion snuggler, especially
when there were Christmas specials to watch.
"That sounds like a plan. I think there might be
Rudolph on tonight." Dillon started stripping right
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down. They'd begun leaving their robes by the back
door. Dillon was promising to get a towel-warming rack.
He had been working on a backyard
eating/soaking/relaxing area. Coke wanted to come up
for a few weeks in the summer, make it all ready for
next year.
This whole snow thing made it hard to get out and
do. But he had plans. Dillon helped him on with his
robe, and they went out, the cold taking his breath for a
moment. The snow was coming down, though, and it
was a little magical. They hurried to the hot tub, the fire
out there sparkling and bright.
"Mmm. I should have made hot chocolate." Dillon
had made sure the decking around the hot tub was clear,
so they could slip right in.
"We'll make some inside." He watched the bassets
bursting through the doggie door to say hi, then
barreling back in.
Chuckling, Dillon floated close. "We need to get you
a hat. Like a knitted one. I'll tell Susan."
He snorted, grabbed that lean body, and drew Dillon
onto his lap. "She a knitter?"
"She's something. I'm not sure what. She has all this
yarn..."
"Yeah." He could sort of get it. He had a workshop.
"I mean more yarn than she could ever use." Dillon
chuckled. "Kind of like my iTunes."
"Ah." That, he got. "You have the best music,
though."
"I try." Dillon did a little dance of some kind,
sloshing water all over.
"Oh... dancing. Love your dancing."
"Yeah?" That always seemed to make Dillon happy,
that he liked it so.
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"God, yes. I... When I, you know..." He made the
universal jack-off sign. "That's what I think about."
Dillon's cheeks went hot, those hands coming up to
touch his shoulders. "Oh."
"I can't help it. You move and it's purely hot." Better
than porn.
"I'm glad you like, babe. I like you watching." Dillon
grinned, so close Coke's eyes crossed trying to see.
Coke stole a kiss, hands on that pretty heinie, moving
Dillon up against him.
"Feels so good, babe."
"Mmmhmm." He'd never been in a place where he
was so happy to have no company.
Especially when Dillon started kissing him, mouth
cool to begin with, then heating up. He moaned, hands
squeezing that hot ass, rocking them together. Dillon
grunted, pushing against him.
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