Roman - Part 10

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"Okay, just hold it" Roman said, and nervously I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed. "Not so tight" he told me, "you don't need to yank it off".

My heart thumped hard in my chest. I'd been wanting this for so long, but already I was panicking.

"I can't" I winced, but his large hand closed around my one, and I relaxed my grip slightly.

"Nice and slow" he smiled, "you've got this, Davey".

I swallowed a lump in my throat and pulled on it gently. I could tell he was tense, but it was nothing compared to how I was feeling.

"How come your dad didn't show you how to do this?" He asked casually, and I glared at him.

"What?" He chuckled.

"My dad doesn't drive stick" I said, as the car began to bunny hop down the street.

We'd been at it for over an hour and i was no better now than I had been before we started. Roman may have been good at almost everything, but he was a pretty lousy driving instructor.

"Alright, alright" he laughed, "pull in here before you kill us both".

I managed to get his car to stop before driving through a tree. He turned to me and grinned.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked, wiping nervous sweat from my brow.

Roman shrugged his broad shoulders and took my hand in his. He did that sometimes, and I wasn't even slightly bothered by it. He held it in one hand and used his other hand to simply stroke it.

"It's nearly Christmas" he beamed.

"Is that a good thing?"

He stared at me sharply.

"Uh... Only the most wonderful time of the year you fucking Grinch".

It wasn't that I was a Grinch exactly, it was just that I was older now, and the idea of waking up at five in the morning and creeping downstairs to some gifts that I didn't particularly want, wasn't as appealing as it once was.

"My dad wants you to come over later" he continued, "he says it's because he wants to spend time with his future son-in-law, but really he just wants us to put up the Christmas tree with him".

I smiled.

"Be warned" he continued, releasing my hand, "he'll force you to drink his famous mulled wine".

I grimaced at the thought. I wasn't much of a drinker.

"It's non-negotiable I'm afraid" he shrugged, "but I usually just pour it into his glass when he isn't looking".

"You look handsome" Alex said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom as I combed down my unruly hair.

"What do you want?" I asked, eyeing him through the mirror as he grinned.

"V Bucks".

"Fine"

He ran in and wrapped his arms around my waist. Although his love was very much conditional, I was glad that we'd been getting on so well lately. I felt like a bit of an ass when I realised that it was my attitude that had prevented it for so long.

"You look handsome, sweetie" my mom said as I entered the kitchen.

Her compliment held a little bit more weight than Alex's, so I smiled.

"I'm going over to help Roman and Mike with the Christmas tree" I told her, and a few minutes later I was making the long walk across the lawn.

I heard it before I even reached the door. A loud, jolly chorus of Jingle Bells coming from inside the house. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile as I knocked.

"It's about time" Roman said, and he had a Santa hat on and red tinsel wrapped around his neck. "Here, you can't come in unless you look the part".

He dragged another Santa hat over my head and kissed me. I looked up to see him holding what I guess was supposed to be mistletoe above us.

"You know that's just a branch from your Christmas tree, right?" I laughed, and he looked at it and shrugged.

The house was surprisingly warm. Christmas decorations were spread out in vast amounts across the entire living room floor and sofa. Mike wheeled himself through the chaos and beamed at me.

"Davey, son, I hope you've come to inject some Christmas spirit into this, because Roman is slacking this year".

Mike reached out his hand and when I shook it, he dragged me on top of him and hugged me tightly. "Happy Christmas, Davey!"

"Happy Christmas, Mike" I groaned and received a large glass in my hand.

"Just hold your breath when you drink it" Roman whispered, and I felt his strong hands around my waist as I took a sip.

"Wow, that's really nice, Mike" I lied, "Did you make that?"

"Sure did, son" he said proudly, "it was my grandpa's recipe! The secret is..." He went very quiet and looked around as though someone might be listening, "sprout water".

I grimaced, Mike clapped and turned on his wheel and went back to sticking baubles on the tree.

"He's had a few" Roman laughed, and the two of us got stuck in.

"The thing about you gays" Mike hiccuped, handing me my eight glass of mulled wine, "is that you know what you want".

I sat on the sofa beneath Roman's arm. I couldn't quite understand how I'd gone from not really liking mulled wine, to being absolutely fucked on the stuff.

"Take you pair for example" he continued, one eye a little more open than the other, "you meet, you fall in love and here we are! Back when I was courting".

"Courting, dad?" Roman scoffed, but Mike waved him away.

"I didn't know my ass from my elbow. Your mom, god I wanted her so bad, but I didn't know how to say it so I just sewed my wild oats into any pretty young woman –"

"We get it, dad. Thanks" Roman squirmed, and Mike sat back in his chair.

"You make a good couple" he nodded, and before I had a chance to thank him, he was asleep.

"Well thank god for that" Roman smiled, and rubbed my arm, "I hope you're not doing the same you little drunk".

"I'm good" I half lied, and a moment later, Roman was yanking me toward his bedroom.

"Don't worry" he whispered, "I'm not pressurising you into sex".

We got inside and he closed the door. Perhaps it was the warm buzz of the alcohol, but suddenly the idea of being pressurised into sex wasn't all that bad. I turned to him and we kissed.

"Easy there, tiger" he said as I stumbled backwards. He caught me in his arms, and instinctively, I reached for his shirt.

"Come on, Davey" he whispered, laying me down on his bed as I unbuttoned him clumsily, "you've had a bit too much to drink, I think".

"I... I'm fine" I mumbled, opening his shirt and running my hands down his warm, solid torso.

I leaned forward and tried kissing him again, but Roman pulled away and pressed me down on the bed.

"Kiss me" I slurred, pawing at his big arms.

"You're staying here tonight" he smiled, "can't risk you face planting your mom's flowerbed".

"Kiss me!" I repeated, as he pulled my t-shirt over my head.

"Fine" he breathed, straddling me and leaning down. I puckered my lips, he turned my head by my chin and kissed me on the cheek.

"Asshole" I groaned as he got up and pulled off my shoes, then my socks and finally my pants.

"Let's fuck" I moaned, sliding my tighty-whities down my thighs.

He switched the light off and I watched through the darkness as he undressed. I felt myself get hard and quickly realised what position I wanted to be in when it happened. If it hurt, so be it, I was drunk and I was ready to take Roman in my butt.

The bed dipped when he crawled inside. Even though the house was warm, the bedroom was chilly, and feeling his large, hot body against mine, made me even hornier.

He was spooning me now, but I could feel the fabric of his boxer briefs against me, so I reached behind and tried to pull them down. Roman's hand closed gently around my wrist, but he kept me in place.

"Come on!" I almost hissed, "just fuck me!".

His other hand slid down my naked body and I waited for him to begin. A moment later, I felt him pulling up my underwear and I twisted my head around to gawp at him.

"You're drunk, Davey" he whispered, and dragged the blanket over the two of us. "Goodnight".

He kissed the back of my head, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. I considered arguing with him, but my eyes felt heavy so I'd do it in the morning instead.

The smell of bacon filled the room. I inhaled it in my sleep for a moment before it felt like someone started jumping on my skull. I groaned and rolled onto my back, and when I opened my tired, stinging eyes, I froze.

It took me a second to realise where I was, and once that happened, all the other memories came flooding back to me and I cringed so hard I wanted to cry.

I'd ruined it. He was going to think I was some sort of slutty drunk guy, just looking for sex! And how could I tell him any different?! That is exactly what I had been! I felt sick, and I wasn't sure if that was the hangover or the regret.

"Morning sunshine" his voice came from the doorway and I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment.

"Breakfast, my lord" he joked, "and something for the headache".

I reluctantly moved my hands as he set down a plate of bacon, eggs, and all sorts of other delicious looking things, as well as two pain killers which I swallowed instantly.

"I'm so sorry, Roman" I groaned, and he sat down on the bed next to me.

"Yeah, you really shocked me, Davey" he sighed, bowing his head, "how could you get drunk and try to seduce your own boyfriend!"

I gawped at him as he grinned, and fell in love with him for the millionth time.

"Eat" he said like a stern father, "I told your mom you stayed over because we didn't finish the Christmas tree until late, so have a shower, I can smell the booze off you".

I watched as Roman walked back toward the door before turning to me.

"Oh and Davey" he added in barely more than a whisper, "the next time you tell me to fuck you, you better be sober, because I'm gonna' fuck you like it's our last day on earth".

As Roman grinned seductively and left, I felt my tighty-whities rise again.

"God, you're so fucking hot" I whispered to myself, and shoved some bacon into my mouth.

"I know, right?!" He called back, and I shook my head and laughed.