For the first time in forever, Logan feels like he truly belongs. He’s moved home and found love with Ezra, his dad’s best friend. Ezra is the man of his dreams, and Logan’s dad has even come around to accept their relationship. The town that used to barely tolerate Logan’s existence has now accepted him as one of their own. Happy and ready to spend their first holiday season together, there’s only one thing Logan really wants...and that’s to put a ring on Ezra’s finger. Last First Christmas is a short and sweet novella that follows the standalone novel, Last First Kiss.
Chapter 1
Ezra
“Did you want to see a movie tonight?” Ezra slid his arm around Logan and pulled him closer. The winter chill bit at his cheeks, and Logan shivered next to him as they left the restaurant. Usually they stuck to their small town, but Ezra wanted to take Logan out on a nice date, something better than the diner or the hardware store.
Christmas was creeping closer, and Ezra wanted to make this year extra special for Logan. They’d come a long way since they first fell into a relationship, and with most of the big roadblocks out of the way, Ezra felt ready to take the next step.
“There’s two movies in the theater. One is a horror and Clark is in the other.” Logan snuggled closer to Ezra. Clark had dumped Logan in the worst possible way, then had crawled back weeks later looking to reunite, but by then Logan already belonged to Ezra.
“We could sit in the theater and heckle him.”
Logan laughed. “It’s not heckling if he’s not there to hear it. Then it’s just being a dickhead.” Logan paused and looked up at Ezra. “Which one of us is the older, more mature one? I thought it was you, but now I’m not so sure.”
“You make me young again.”
“You say that as if you’re old.”
“Okay, so no movies. What did you want to do?”
Logan’s hand skated across Ezra’s ass, and he gave it a squeeze. “I told you I didn’t need a fancy dinner date. I’d have been happy with staying in.”
“Well, maybe I wanted to show you off a bit. You are pretty gorgeous.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere because it’s too cold to fuck in your truck.”
“You’d fuck me in my truck?” Ezra pulled Logan closer when he spoke. The streets were pretty deserted, but he didn’t like the idea of anyone overhearing. What they did was only for the two of them. No one else. Ezra didn’t share well, and he enjoyed keeping Logan and all they did together to himself.
Call him old or old-fashioned, call him greedy, but Logan was his. Not in a creepy stalker ownership kind of way. But Ezra cherished their intimacy, and he wasn’t willing to share even a scrap of that with anyone.
Logan stopped and turned to face him. He slid his arms around Ezra’s waist and brushed a kiss against Ezra’s lips. “Don’t you know, Ezra? I’d fuck you anywhere.”
“Is that a hint?” The wind picked up and Ezra pulled Logan closer, doing his best to shield him from the biting cold.
“Absolutely.” Logan looked up at Ezra with pleading eyes. “Take me home and warm me up.”
Now that was an idea Ezra could get behind. But first, he smirked at Logan. “Your place or mine?”
Logan rolled his eyes. “You know I haven’t seen the inside of my apartment in a week.”
When their relationship had first started, it had been important for Logan to have his own space. He’d wanted to prove to himself that he could stand on his own two feet and Ezra had supported that decision. He still did. And if Logan never changed his mind, Ezra would learn to live with it.
The wind blew again, and Logan shivered. Ezra knew he should hurry him back to the truck and blast the heat, but the question had lived on the tip of his tongue for the past few months. Logan spent less and less time at his apartment and it seemed only logical that Logan move in with him for real.
But more than logic was the fact that Ezra hated being away from Logan. He wanted Logan’s home to be with him all the time. Not most of the time, or until he remembered he had an apartment and he should spend time there.
“Move in with me.” Ezra blurted.
Logan’s nostrils flared, and he didn’t look half as surprised as Ezra thought he would. Logan scowled at him. It wasn’t a real scowl which made Ezra smile because he knew the answer now before Logan spoke it.
“What took you so long to ask me that?”
“You wanted to be independent, and I respected that decision.” Ezra kissed his boyfriend quickly, then steered them toward his truck.
“I’d have moved in months ago if you’d have asked me,” Logan admitted.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
Logan shrugged. “You never asked. I mean, I was working up to it, but I guess I didn’t want you to think that I couldn’t hack it on my own anymore, or that I felt like I’d made a mistake. Because I enjoyed the novelty of having a place of my own in the beginning. I liked knowing that people saw me as a fully functioning adult. A job, an apartment, a boyfriend.”
“Fuck what other people think, Lo.”
Logan laughed. “Why is it so hot when you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Get all growly and protective.”
“I do not growl,” Ezra paused, noticing the tone of his voice. “Okay, so I growl a little. But only for you.” They’d reached the truck, and Ezra unlocked the door and pulled it open for Logan.
The drive back to their small town took a bit longer than normal because of the storm blowing in, but Ezra didn’t mind. Logan held most of the conversation, which wasn’t unusual for them. Logan often had a lot to say, and Ezra, well, he liked to listen.
“I’d like to be all moved in before Christmas.” Logan said.
Ezra glanced at him and took in his happy, love-struck expression before turning his attention back to the road. “Well, you should give the landlord thirty days’ notice, but we can get your stuff moved over in a day.”
“What about my furniture?”
“What about your furniture? I know you picked some of those pieces up yourself from thrift stores and online. You can keep whatever you want. We’ll make room.”
“I don’t want you to have to get rid of stuff for my junk.”
“It’s called compromise, Lo.”
“I hate it when you call me that.”
“You don’t.” Ezra grinned at him. The lights of their little town came into view. The Christmas season was just kicking into gear, and they had recently decorated the streets with Christmas lights.
Logan reached over and put his hand on Ezra’s thigh. It slid up far enough that Ezra shifted in his seat.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” Logan’s innocent act didn’t fool Ezra in the slightest.
Ezra cut him a look, and Logan’s mischievous grin widened.
“Lo,” Ezra let his voice deepen the way Logan liked it best, apparently. He’d meant it as a warning, but Logan took it as a challenge and his hand slid over the bulge between Ezra’s legs.
“Lo,” he cautioned. “I’m driving.”
Logan chuckled sweetly, and his hand retreated. Ezra didn’t know whether to miss the contact or be grateful for its absence. His touch didn’t vanish entirely. He still rubbed his hand gently up and down the inside of Ezra’s leg, coming close to his dick, but retreating each time.
By the time Ezra pulled into the driveway, his dick was so hard it ached. He popped his seatbelt free and turned his attention to Logan. The shit-eating grin hadn’t left his face and Ezra wondered if it was because he’d finally bit the bullet and asked him to move in for real, or if he was that proud of the torment he’d caused.
Logan hopped out of the truck and bound up the steps. He fumbled with his keys but still got the door unlocked and inside before Ezra. Logan pulled off his boots and hung his coat on his coat hook. Logan had long ago started moving in by claiming things. His coat hook. His coffee mug. His spot, which was either next to, or sometimes on top of Ezra.
“Want to watch a movie?” Logan smirked as Ezra took his coat off. He made a show of it, unzipping it slowly, then shrugging out of it and hanging it on top of Logan’s coat. It usually hung next to Logans, but he felt like making a statement.
“To be honest, Lo. Not really.” Ezra took a step toward him.
Logan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Have you fed the fish?”
Ezra nodded.
Logan tried to keep a straight face, but his trademark smirk appeared. “Want to play cards?”
“If we played poker, you’d lose.” Ezra closed the distance between them with a single step and trapped Logan in his arms. “You have the worst poker face.”
“Well, see. If I played poker, I’d play strip poker, and there are no losers in strip poker.” Logan wound his arms around Ezra’s neck at the same time that Ezra swept him off his feet. He carried him through to the bedroom and tossed him onto the bed. By the time he’d steadied himself, Ezra had peeled his shirt off and flicked the button of his pants open.
Logan laid there and gawked at him. “Fuck yes,” he whooped and stripped out of his own shirt.
Ezra climbed up the bed and blanketed Logan’s body with his. Logan captured his mouth and kissed him with all the passion of a horny twenty-something. Fuck, kissing Logan was the most amazing thing Ezra had ever experienced. Logan was eager, always, and generous with his affection. Ezra hadn’t thought of himself as particularly touch starved until he met Logan.
Logan was always reaching for him. Hugging him, kissing him. Simply invading his space to lean against him and steal his body heat. And Ezra had become addicted to it. It was to the point now that Ezra hated the nights Logan would decide he should sleep at his apartment because Ezra didn’t sleep for shit when Logan wasn’t there. The bed was too empty, the room too quiet. Laying next to Logan, holding him, talking to him until they had to force themselves to shut up and go to sleep. Those were all the things Ezra hoarded like gold.
Ezra ground his cock against Logan’s. The friction made Logan buck and cry out into Ezra’s mouth so naturally, Ezra did it again. Their kiss slowed and deepened, and Logan’s fingers danced over Ezra’s scalp. Underneath Ezra, he had limited mobility, but he managed to swivel his hips and grind their cocks together again.
Logan did his best to entice Ezra to go further, to give him more. More tongue. More friction. More of anything, but Ezra refused to comply.
“Ezra, please.” Logan whined, kissing his way down Ezra’s neck.
“What do you want, Lo?” Ezra asked. “Tell me.”
Logan huffed and relaxed underneath Ezra in the most dramatic way possible. “You know what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
“What I always want. I want you to fuck me.” Logan stared Ezra in the face. “You’re a bully.”
“I’m a bully?” Ezra asked, smoothing his hands down Logan’s sides as he shimmied down the bed. He kissed Logan’s nipple, flicking his tongue over it just to hear the sounds he made. “You’re the one who was rubbing my dick when I was driving.”
Logan’s laugh turned to a moan when Ezra dragged his hand over Logan’s trapped erection. “Ezra, please, I’m dying.”
Ezra stuffed his hand into Logan’s pants and wrapped his hand around Logan’s shaft. It was impossibly hard and hot, and Ezra liked the way the rest of Logan’s body went pliant when he touched him.
“Is this what you want?” He asked, stroking slowly, teasing the head of Logan’s cock with the swipe of his thumb over the top, grazing the slit.
Logan whimpered. “Mean.”
“You love it.” Ezra didn’t give him a chance to make a rebuttal. He crushed his lips down against Logan’s and kissed him hard and deep the way he liked it best.
E. M. Denning is a writer from British Columbia. She loves her family and animals, and anything cute and fuzzy. She writes romance for the 18+ plus crowd because she's both a hopeless romantic and a dirty old woman.
You can find her on her website, Facebook or on her blog.
EMAIL: emdenningauthor@gmail.com
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