***Ben's Point of View***
"Baby come back to bed!" I called out for Alex.
"I just got out!" He responded. "I need to shower now if I'm gonna leave on time."
I reluctantly crawled out of bed. "I'd beg you to stay here if I didn't have to work today." I kissed his shoulder as I wrapped my hands around his stomach.
"I'll bring leftovers." He promised.
"Thanksgiving leftovers aren't the same..." I rested my head on his shoulder and looked at him through the mirror.
"I know. But we both have Christmas off this year." He held my hands resting against his stomach.
"I know." I kissed his face. "You can shower now." I teased, letting him go.
"Why thank you, my kind overlord." He kissed me, then stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. I admired his naked backside through the mirror, damn he's got the best ass.
I wish I could follow him in, but he has to get going to be at his parents on time. Besides, I should make my morning coffee before showering and heading to the hospital.
I didn't get home until the next morning, and Alex has to work the busy Black Friday so he decided to sleep at his own place. Sleeping without him isn't fun anymore. Having someone to cuddle (and sleep kick) is something I've gotten very used to when home. (Sleeping in the on-call room doesn't count).
The rest of the weekend was ours, so we got to spend the entire time together. I decided I want Alex to move in for real, we basically spend every night together anyways. His lease isn't up until May but I can't wait any longer, and we've discussed it before.
He already has a key, so I decided to use mine as a symbolic thing and put it in a box to give him.
"Hey, Ben." He smiled at me as he came in.
"Hey, Alex." I have something for you.
"You do?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "What is it?" He hung his coat in the closet by the door.
"Come here and find out!" I smiled.
"Alright." He walked over to me and sat down next to me. "I'm ready."
I pulled the box out from behind my pillow. "Here." I handed it to him.
He popped the top of the box open and saw the key. "A key?...isn't this a key to this place?"
"Yeah... I know your lease isn't up until May, but we basically already live together. What do you think about moving in?"
"I'd love to. I mean, we said May, but I think it's fair to say we're ready." He kissed me on the cheek.
"How's this weekend? Bring over everything, there's plenty of room."
"Tomorrow morning then, but after that, you and I, just us two in this place the rest of the weekend." He pulled me in and kissed me.
"Perfect, now, give me that key back, it's mine. You already have your own." I laughed.
"Cheap-ass." He smirked.
The next morning we moved the rest of his things out, and left everything he no longer needs or wants to be taken.
The rest of the weekend we decided to spend in bed.
Saturday night, we decided to build a fort in the living room. We made a wickedly awesome blanket fort, covering the majority of the room. We made sure the there was an entrance/exit and that the television on the wall was included in the fort. We put sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets all over the floor, making sure very inch was covered.
"Let's sleep here tonight." He suggested.
"Our first night officially living together and we're gonna sleep on the floor? That's perfect."
"We just need really cool pajamas for the occasion. Let's change."
Having two closets in the bedroom, one for each of us, was already extra useful. It let us surprise each other with our pajamas. I'm wearing an elf onesie, fitting for the season
"Ready?" I asked.
"On the count of 3. Three, two, one." We both opened the doors to dramatically reveal our outfits.
I couldn't help but laugh at his outfit, a t-shirt with overalls made of green material with gingerbread all over them. "Too much? Should I lose the t-shirt?" He teased, pulling on the white tee. "Oh, is it the overalls? I mean, I could lose them, but I'm not sure you'll like the Santa boxers I'm wearing..."
"You've got to be joking." I stared at him trying to not laugh again.
"You may never know." He said mysteriously.
"Let's go watch a Christmas movie."
We snuggled up and watched the movie, falling asleep in the cozy atmosphere.
The next morning I woke up to an empty fort. I crawled out to find Alex cooking breakfast in the kitchen. "Come back and cuddle!" I begged him.
"We have to eat sometime, baby." He smiled.
"Alright." I sat at the counter. "I guess we have to eat."
"Yeah, and then I really should hop in the shower. All those pajamas and blankets made me sweat up a storm last night."
He know show much of I love when he's sweaty and needs a shower. Not gross, just not clean. "You wouldn't dare. We still have to celebrate our moving in together..."
"You naughty, naughty boy." He grinned.
We ate breakfast quickly, flirting a little more as we slowly built the tension. Sitting next to me, he made sure to swing his knee so it hit me, intentionally making physical contact.
"Now that we're done, I recall you calling me a naughty, naughty boy...?"
"I call it like I see it."
"Ah, of course, of course. And remind me why I'm naughty again?" I smirked.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Because you love it when I'm all sweaty and I fuck you."
The way he enunciated every single word made my week at the knees. "Oh, that's right. I do. But honestly, right now all I care about is seeing if you're actually wearing Santa boxers."
He stood up and took a few steps to stand in the open space. "Well, lucky for you I'm so fucking hot right now, I just need to take these pajamas off." He unbuttoned the straps of the overalls, stepping out of them to reveal he is indeed wearing them. "Oh, this shirt is soaked, it'll be a little tough to take off."
He crossed his arms and pulled the bottom of the shirt up, slowly, giving me quite the sight of his v-shaped torso. The shirt was wet, and all of the hair on his chest and his happy trail stuck to his skin.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I subconsciously bit my lower lip, just waiting to kiss him.
He tossed his shirt at me and I gratefully caught it like he's Taylor Swift throwing a guitar pick at a screaming fan. Not too far off, I guess.
I held it up to my face. It smells like him, really good, with a decent hint of sweat.
"Oh gosh, I'm still really hot!" He rolled his head back as if he's annoyed. "Guess I have to lose the Santa boxers." He shrugged so casually cool I swear I almost came as he swiftly bent down as he slid his boxers off, kicking them on the floor right in front of me. This man is going to be the death of me.
I stood up and stepped towards him. I put my left hand on his hairy chest and leaned in, using his shirt in my right hand to tug on his soft cock. He quickly grew hard, letting out a sigh. I like using the shirt, giving him a different texture to feel on his penis as I rubbed him.
I leaned down slightly to softly kiss his chest. Damn, just feeling his body under my lips makes my cock twitch. I started sucking his nipple as my left hand teased his other. My right hand continued massaging his cock as I teased his nipples.
I moved to his beautiful biceps, making him flex for me. I licked up his arm, then kissed his sexy armpit, hairy and sweaty, then repeated on the other side.
"Someone's a little overdressed." He noted, hinting he wants me to get naked myself.
"I'll take these pajamas off, but I think I'd prefer not to be naked." I declared. He looked at me quizzically.
I left the t-shirt hanging over his boner, taking a step back. I unzipped my onesie, revealing more and more skin as I lowered it.
I pulled my arms out of the sleeves, sliding the outfit down my legs and stepping out. I kicked it away, then I reached for his cock.