A Not So Silent Night

4. Nick

CHAPTER 4

Nick

“Thanks.” Olivia walks from the kitchen. “I just left a message with my mom.”

“Let me show you around.” I bend my arm in a gentlemanly fashion so that she can slide her hand into the crook of my elbow. When she does, I can’t help but smile down at her.

“These windows are amazing!” she exclaims as we walk through the great room. Her eyes scan from the floor to where they peak with the angle of the roof.

“It’s pretty hard to see through the snow,” I begin to lead her to the other side of the house, “but the view of the lake is absolutely incredible. It’s what sold the two of us on this place.”

“This whole place is amazing.” She continues to eye over our bachelor pad. Neither Kris nor I can take credit for that. My sister was determined that this place would not look like a cringy dude apartment with bare walls and minimal furniture. She’s not an interior decorator by any means, but she helped us fill it with leather furniture, rugs to break up all the exposed wood, and lots of iron fixtures. It looks good, but it still has a very masculine vibe.

“So, back here are the bedrooms.” I gesture down the hall. “This one is mine. This one on the left is Kris’s. And the one at the end is the guest room.”

“Wait.” She stops walking and looks up at me with a quizzical look. “Why do you have separate rooms?”

My tone clearly reflects my bewilderment to her question as I respond, “Why wouldn’t we have separate rooms?”

“Uh…um…the way you talk about each other…that this is your place…” She stammers as a blush begins to creep over her face. “Aren’t you a couple?”

“Ew! Fuck, no!” I recoil and over-exaggerate my shudder. “Absolutely nothing against being gay, but Kris is like my brother. And the only cock I like to enjoy is my own.”

“Oh my God.” She turns a brighter shade of crimson.

Her embarrassment is cute, and I can’t help but smile.

“I’m going to take you up on that shower now.” She steps into the guest bedroom. “So I can die of embarrassment in private. ”

“Throw your wet clothes into the bedroom,” I softly instruct her, “I’ll put them in the dryer before I go grab something for you to put on and leave it on the bed.”

Olivia walks into the bathroom and slowly pushes the door shut behind her. After a moment, it cracks slightly, and she shoves her clothes through. With her body well hidden behind the door, she peeks her face into the crack and says, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I nod back as she shuts the door. As soon as it closes, I hear the quiet click of the lock engaging, promptly followed by the stream of water in the shower.

Gathering her soaked leggings, shirt, pants, cute lacy undergarments, and socks from the floor, I head toward the laundry room to toss them in the washer.

I pass Kris in the kitchen with my arms full of Olivia’s clothes. “So, you’re never going to believe this.”

“A girl came home with you and took off her clothes?” he responds in jest.

“Very fucking funny,” I deadpan. “She totally thought that you and I…”

I can’t even get the words out before I start laughing.

“That you and I, what?” Kris snaps.

I chuckle. “She thought you were my lover. ”

“I don’t know why the fuck you’re laughing.” Kris scowls, and his eyebrows push together. “I’m a fucking catch.”

“Yeah, okay,” I sarcastically reply, shoving Olivia’s clothes into the washer.

“Yeah, really. I’m a business owner. I’m a mechanic, and we all know that means I’m good with my hands,” he continues to present his case. “I’m a courteous fucking lover, and I have a huge fucking cock.”

“I’m sorry, Kris.” I turn to face him. “But are you actually making an argument as to why I should date you?”

His face further scrunches. “Fuck, no!”

“Good,” I smirk, “Because you’ve got way too much facial hair to be my type. Plus, there’s that whole not having tits and a pussy thing.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbles as I head back to my bedroom to grab clothes for Olivia.

The shower has already stopped running by the time I walk into the bedroom, and Olivia is walking from the bathroom as I’m placing the clothes for her on the bed.

Fuck…

Her luscious, long, black hair is dripping droplets of water down her perfectly smooth skin. Her pert tits are nearly overflowing from the tiny towel wrapped around her petite frame. My eyes follow the length of the towel down her body; it rests at the top of her thighs. Just low enough to cover her but high enough to leave me enthralled with the idea of what I can’t see.

If there was any residual doubt about my sexuality, I’m pretty sure the cock growing in the tight confines of my pants is solidifying my preference.