Christmas with Danny Fit by Amy Lane Read Free Book Online Page A

doesn’t taste like shit. But you need more damned cheese in the mashed potatoes.”
    He smiled, practically swooning with the compliment. “I’ll remember that next time.”
    “You’ll come visit again?”
    “Yeah. How ’bout Monday night?”
    “Why not Saturday?”
    “I’m getting a cat.”
    His mother took a bite of turkey and potatoes and prodded the green beans experimentally with her fork. “I could come over and see it sometime. I like cats.”
    Kit nodded. “No smoking in the house, okay Ma?”
    “Be fucking picky. Yeah, fine. Whatever. Just make sure your Amy Lane

    Christmas With Danny Fit [46]

    fucking cat has all its fucking shots, okay? I don’t want rabies.”
    “Yeah, Ma. Germ-free cat. It’s a deal.”
    “You got a faggoty boyfriend yet?”
    “Got a hope for one.”
    “Just don’t do no ass-fucking while I’m there.”
    Kit swallowed, thoughts of sex with Danny or Jesse suddenly fleeing his mind like rabid bats from a ghost-shrieking cave. “I guarantee it.”
    He left at the end of the movie, after clearing up the takeout mess and sharing a cookie. He kissed her cheek firmly before he left, and although her smile would never light up the world, she wasn’t calling him a fucking faggot and throwing him out on the lawn.
    It was a start.

    Amy Lane

    Christmas With Danny Fit [47]

    Maidens and Maidenheads

    HE SPENT Friday painting one of his bedroom walls burgundy, and he liked the effect so much, he painted one of his living room walls blue. He would have gone out and bought some more sci-fi or comic book prints to hang after that, but he understood that Black Friday was sort of a nightmare, so he figured he’d done good.
    Saturday, he was shocked to hear knocking on his front door at six o’clock in the morning. He stumbled out of his bedroom in sleep pants and a T-shirt and threw open the door before he even looked through the peephole to see who it was.
    Jesse launched himself into his arms, wiggling and breathless like a puppy, and kissed him full on the mouth, morning breath and all.
    Kit stumbled backward and managed to find the couch in the front room by luck so he could tumble backward over the arm of it. Jesse kissed his morning breath away, and he smelled like coffee and tobacco, and Kit didn’t care. His mouth was warm and wet and soft, and his body on Kit’s was hard and lithe. Oh… oh God. There was a man’s body, wiggling around on top of him.
    Seriously! And he didn’t mind that Kit was rubbing his back and cupping his ass. In fact, he was arching against Kit, and their groins were hard and mashing together imperfectly, and it felt…
    oh damn… even better than his own hand on his cock.

    Amy Lane

    Christmas With Danny Fit [48]

    The thought was enough to make Kit come, just a little, and he groaned and pulled back, because he was trying not to embarrass himself by coming in his pants after a little bit of necking.
    Jesse perched up on his chest and grinned. “Sur-prised?”
    Kit tried to reply and could pretty much only manage a stupid grin. He nodded and then reached up for a little peck on Jesse’s lips. Jesse pecked back, and Kit remembered something to say.
    “Did you drive all night?”
    “Yeah, pretty much. It was slow coming off the summit anyway. I….” He yawned. “I caught a couple of catnaps at the chain stops, but….” He yawned again and sagged against Kit comfortably. “You don’t mind if I nap with you, do you?”
    Kit blinked. Why not? He’d been hoping to sleep in until nine.
    This way he could sleep in with Jesse next to him. A part of him wanted to dance and sing—or go catatonic with shock—and he ruthlessly squashed it. He wanted to enjoy this, dammit, and not spend all his time being stunned that it was happening.
    “Yeah,” he said, and then pushed Jesse off of him playfully and scrambled to sit up. Jesse gave him a hand, and they both went into the bedroom. Jesse looked around appreciatively, letting out a low