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  “Oh, yes…” Reuben grinned. “The dancing firelight on our skin…that’s more romantic than what I came up with!”

  “Romance is lovely.” He let one finger slip a little deeper. “But there’s nothing wrong with a bit of red-hot, impromptu passion, is there?”

  Reuben brushed his lips against Bunny’s cheek. “You’re a very passionate man. I want you, Bunny…”

  Bunny kissed him in reply, stroking his fingertip between Reuben’s buttocks. He pressed his body a little closer too, his erection hard against Reuben’s thigh. Reuben ran his finger around the tip of Bunny’s erection, then thrust against Bunny, letting his erection rub against him.

  “You tease,” Reuben whispered.

  “I want you so much,” Bunny breathed, his voice low with desire. Then he reached between them and took both of their erections in his hand, stroking slowly. “Tell me what you like.”

  Reuben brushed his fingertips over Bunny’s face. “I like all sorts of things, and we’ve got plenty of time to find out what works. But right now, I want to lie underneath you and look at you while we…while we…”

  But Bunny’s smile told him that the wish was mutual. He kissed Reuben again, reaching out with one hand to slide open the drawer beside the bed. Reuben’s heart quickened in excitement even as he returned Bunny’s kisses, revelling in their shared passion.

  Reuben wanted this more than he could put into words. And it wasn’t the version of the man he’d seen on screen—it was Bunny he wanted. Bunny who he’d spent an awkward flirty day with and a really friendly evening. Bunny, who he’d waited weeks to see again, and now they were hotting up a freezing winter night.

  Bunny, who was about to make love to him.

  “Why don’t you get me ready?” Bunny asked in a tone filled with good humour. “So I can keep on kissing you.”

  “Go on, then.” Reuben tore open the foil packet that Bunny had put on the bed and carefully slipped the condom onto him. He rolled it down, thinking how funny it was—he’d thought he’d lost his chance with Bunny, and now here they were, in bed together. Then Reuben dabbed some of the lube onto Bunny’s nipple, chuckling as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

  It made the skin of Reuben’s fingertips tingle, so it was no surprise to Reuben when Bunny closed his eyes and gave a groan of pleasure that was one of the most intensely erotic sounds he’d ever heard. Bunny murmured Reuben’s name into their kiss, but it didn’t sound like just a name anymore. It sounded like a wonderful expression of desire.

  Reuben danced his fingers down Bunny’s body and slicked the lube onto Bunny’s erection, kissing him hungrily all the while. Against Bunny’s lips, Reuben murmured, “Put some on your fingers too.”

  Bunny obediently offered his hand to Reuben, who squeezed the lube onto his fingers. He was breathless with need and anticipation, his heart pounding with desire as Bunny slipped one elegant finger between his buttocks and began to stroke him. Reuben moaned as pleasure radiated out through his body from that one point being attended to by Bunny. The man knew his moves, that was for sure, but somehow he knew how to touch Reuben just as he liked to be touched. They were perfect for each other.

  “You feel wonderful,” Bunny told him, adding a second finger alongside the first. With that simple move, the pleasure doubled, filling every bit of Reuben. “I want you, you gorgeous thing!”

  Reuben cupped the back of Bunny’s head. Panting, his body wound tight with urgency and barely restrained passion, he said, “Then have me. I’m all yours, darling.”

  There he was, safe in Bunny’s arms as he settled back against the mattress. Bunny encouraged Reuben’s legs around his waist and slowly withdrew his fingers. There wasn’t time to miss the sensations of pleasure, though, because the tip of Bunny’s cock replaced his touch, teasing Reuben. He was sure that Bunny wouldn’t wait long. They needed each other.

  Reuben ruffled Bunny’s hair again. “I want to know what you really look like after a good, hard fuck,” he whispered. “If it’s not too crude of me to say so.”

  Bunny’s grin told him that it wasn’t. “So a good, hard fuck is what you’d like? I thought we were going to run through a few scenes then discuss motivation…”

  “Try out different lighting, rearrange the furniture for sight lines?” Reuben laughed. He slid one hand down to Bunny’s buttock and squeezed appreciatively. “Or…fuck.”

  “I vote for the fuck,” Bunny replied. With a shift of his hips, their bodies joined, but he stilled then and asked, “What about you?”

  Reuben arched his back off the bed as a cocktail of need and desire lanced through him. He couldn’t speak for a moment, but finally was able to reply, his voice hoarse, “The fuck. Definitely the fuck.”

  And from the spirited thrust that earned him, Reuben knew this was going to be a night to remember. Bunny had waited, had let Reuben take his pleasure first, and now they’d experience it together. He kissed Reuben with renewed hunger, their gasps and moans mingling as their bodies moved as one.

  Reuben held Bunny as closely as he could. The bed began to creak rhythmically as Bunny thrust, and Reuben loved it. How much better was the real man than the shadow on the screen? There was so much power in him, but an unmistakable tenderness too. Tonight there’d be no need for baby oil, that much was for sure, because this was a hell of a workout.

  Bunny reached his hand between them and wrapped his fingers around Reuben’s erection. He jerked his wrist in time with his hips, breaking their kisses to gasp, “I love the way your cock feels…”

  “I love the way you feel it!” Reuben replied with a grin, but he couldn’t hold it for long and moaned long and low at Bunny’s touch. Then they were kissing again, hungry and heated. Bunny’s strokes were long and deep, his thrusts hard. Reuben had asked to be fucked and his lover was definitely obliging, driving their bodies together with every press of his hips.

  And it was just as Reuben had hoped. Sweaty and urgent and hard. It felt wonderful to be possessed bodily by this man, to feel him against him and inside him, moving with such strength and confidence.

  He’d never felt such pleasure, and those little groans, not to mention the primal moans of delight as the thrusts got harder, the strokes deeper, drove him to the very edge of release. Reuben had fallen for the confident and elegant actor, but the man who was fucking him right now was another side of Bunny. This was abandoned and wild, sweaty and hard, and Reuben needed it just as much as he needed the cuddles and sweet words.

  Reuben could’ve spent hour after glorious hour like it, flat on his back with Bunny above him, but Reuben’s climax was building again, his pleasure growing to a near-intolerable intensity. And there were changes in Bunny, his muscles tensing, soft groans in his throat, that made Reuben wonder if he wasn’t far off either.

  “Reuben…” he gasped, the word filled with heat and his wrist moving harder than ever. “You gorgeous bloody man…you feel so good.”

  Bunny’s words transported Reuben. He moaned as bliss burst through him, his body shuddering with the force of it. It was intense and beautiful and knocked Reuben sideways, leaving him feeling as though he were drunk. And in the middle of it, he felt Bunny there with him. They were so perfectly in sync, their bodies moving to the same tune.

  Breathless, Reuben fell back on the bed, a sweaty tangle of limbs caught up with Bunny’s. He laughed between pecking kisses on Bunny’s cheek.

  “You are rather brilliant, Mr Bunny.”

  “You’re pretty wonderful yourself!” Bunny collapsed down onto the mattress beside him. He looked wonderfully debauched, his skin gleaming with perspiration. It was even better than Reuben could’ve imagined.

  Reuben propped himself up on his elbow. “I’m not too bad, as far as makeup goes, but I’m not sure I could ever capture…well, how you look right now. Sweaty and delicious.”

  “And very, very happy.” Bunny grinned. “What a night! Definitely don’t need baby oil this evening.”

  Reu
ben leaned across and kissed Bunny’s mouth. “I do have the toolbox in the car, though. Nothing useful for actually fixing a car, but if you need primping, powdering or squirting with baby oil, I’m your man.” With a cheeky grin, Reuben added, “To be honest, I’m your man anyway, if you want me.”

  Bunny shifted on the pillow, blinking his blue eyes as he took in Reuben’s words. After a second, he smiled and replied, “I definitely want you, if you’re willing to take on a man with a really irritating catchphrase? You can squirt me with baby oil whenever you like, if that might sweeten the deal.”

  “I’m willing to put up with the catchphrase to be with you,” Reuben said. He swallowed before adding, “We’ve been a bit thrown together, haven’t we, with this blizzard? But I don’t think it’s a bad thing, do you?”

  “What do I think?” Bunny pillowed one arm beneath his head. “I think maybe fate decided we needed a helping hand.”

  “Thanks to our complete inability to swap numbers!” Reuben chuckled. “I did wonder if I could ask Amy for yours, but…I dunno, I was worried she’d think it was unprofessional.”

  “You’re not going anywhere without it this time!” Bunny kissed Reuben’s cheek. In the soft glow of the lamp, Reuben took in the sight of his lover again, thrilling at the way his skin gleamed, a soft sheen of perspiration clinging to every contour of his broad chest.

  Reuben ran his hand up and down Bunny’s arm. “You’ve got a fab body. I could look at it all day.”

  “I don’t think I’ve met many guys like you.” Bunny smiled, then rested his head on Reuben’s shoulder. “After Christmas, when everything’s thawed out…I’m looking forward to us being a thing. It’ll be fun.”

  “A thing, eh? I like the sound of that!” Reuben grinned at him. This wasn’t a passing fad, a Christmas present to chuck in the cupboard by January. “We’ll go on brilliant dates, won’t we? I can’t wait to show you all my favourite places—other than this bed, which you already know, seeing as it’s yours.”

  “And if you ever tell me to draw my sword, I promise not to flounce.” He kissed Reuben’s nose. “What would you like to do now, darling? Are you terribly tired?”

  Sleep was very far from Reuben’s mind. Why close his eyes when Bunny was lying right there next to him?

  “Do you think we should freshen up a bit?” Reuben suggested. “Then we can have fun getting dirty again.”

  “Shower?” Bunny suggested. “A very steamy one?”

  Reuben’s eyes were wide. A very steamy shower. Any shower with Bunny, even one consisting of nothing but ice cubes, would be steamy.

  Five minutes later they were in each other’s arms again, exchanging long, hot kisses as the water sprayed down over them. It was every bit as sultry as Reuben had hoped for.

  Reuben washed the sweat away from Bunny’s skin, exploring that wonderful body. Under the gushing water, everything was more sensitive, and Reuben moaned into their kisses at Bunny’s questing touch. He massaged exotic-scented bubbles into Reuben’s skin, caressing and stroking what felt like every inch of his body. He slid his hands down over Reuben’s bottom, teasing again.

  “Anyone would think you have a thing about my bottom!” Reuben joked.

  “Can you blame me? It’s the most perfect bum I’ve ever seen.” Bunny grinned, landing a very light tap against the bottom in question. “You must know it’s gorgeous!”

  “It’s like oxygen,” Reuben said, feigning seriousness. “It’s vital, and although I can’t see it, I know it’s there! And believe me, I’d miss it if was gone.”

  “Well, I have a thing for that bottom and I don’t care who knows it!” Bunny pressed his chest to Reuben’s as they kissed. “And I have a very, very big thing for the guy it’s attached to!”

  “A very big thing that’s showing impressive signs of recovery.” Reuben slipped his hand between them and closed it around Bunny’s erection. “You’re so hot, I love it!”

  “Life’s meant to be enjoyed, don’t you think?” Bunny weighed Reuben’s erection in his palm, then closed his fingers around him. “And gorgeous Reubens are my favourite part of it!”

  “Love every moment,” Reuben whispered against the hiss of the water. He held Bunny as he let himself be carried away by his touch. He felt Bunny smile into their kiss as their hands moved together, falling into a shared rhythm. Life as one half of this couple was going to be quite something.

  Reuben broke from their kiss. He arched his eyebrow, promising sauce. “You know I said we’ll get dirty again?”

  “What’re you thinking?” Bunny purred. “Whatever it is, it’s a yes.”

  “Why don’t you have me, in the shower?” Reuben suggested. A flash of desire crossed Bunny’s gaze and the heat in their next kiss gave him his answer.

  When their kiss ended, Reuben whispered, “I brought a condom with me. Just in case.” He nodded to the rack filled with shower gels and shampoos. “You never know when you might need one.”

  “Can’t fix a breakdown, but remembers to bring the condoms.” Bunny took the packet from the rack and held it up like a prize. “That’s my kind of man.”

  Reuben gave Bunny a wink. “I hope you’ve got lots. We’re going to need them.”

  They kissed again as Reuben joined his hand with Bunny’s, rolling the condom down his erection. The air was filled with heat and the spiced aroma of the bubbles that spilled over their skin. Reuben turned in Bunny’s arms and placed his hands against the tiles. He smiled at Bunny over his shoulder.

  “Like this?”

  “Exactly like that,” was Bunny’s breathless response. He reached around Reuben’s waist and took hold of his erection again, the fingers of his other hand toying with Reuben’s nipple.

  As Bunny stroked him, Reuben wondered about how odd it was—Christopher Manners had been his fantasy man, but it seemed to Reuben that he was something of a fantasy for Bunny. And even so, the reality of them was what, at heart, they each craved.

  Bunny was in no rush to end their tryst, it seemed, and he took his time as he explored Reuben’s body. His hands were assured and tender, his kisses hot where he nuzzled Reuben’s throat, and all the time Reuben could feel the promise of Bunny’s erection, hot and hard where it pressed against him. Reuben looked down and watched Bunny’s hands run over him. He thought of that famous scene in the summerhouse and how, when he’d watched it, he could never have supposed for a moment that those hands would ever be within a mile of him. And certainly not like this.

  Nothing had ever been like this.

  When their bodies joined, Bunny still continued their ministrations, caressing and teasing more than ever. Now though his kisses were mingled with moans of pleasure, Bunny’s groans sending thrills of heat through him.

  Reuben moved with Bunny in that perfect rhythm that they had found so easily between them. The water splashed down over them both, and as hot and abandoned as the moment was, there was so much affection in their coupling that Reuben knew Bunny was right—they really would have a thing.

  In a short space of time, Reuben and Bunny had become an us.

  Chapter Six

  They spent Christmas Eve in bed, even when Reuben called his parents. He was able to assure his parents that he was being looked after, because at that moment Bunny was bringing their dinner upstairs to share in bed. Reuben’s parents were sad not to see him at Christmas, but the snow had been so heavy that they’d known it would be impossible for him to make the journey, and Reuben had promised to see them again soon.

  The story was a similar one for the Bunny clan, who had decided to remain safe and warm in Richmond, having travelled from the farthest corners of the globe to gather together to celebrate. Besides, as Bunny pointed out, all it meant was that the traditional New Year’s Party in Hampstead would be even bigger and more decadent than ever.

  On Christmas Day, though, Reuben and Bunny decided to go downstairs. There was a Christmas dinner to cook, of course, and that was a two-person job.

  R
euben was surprised. A fire was leaping in the hearth in the lounge, and with the mantelpiece decked with holly and Christmas cards, it looked perfect.

  “Oh, Bunny!” Reuben gasped. “When did you slip downstairs and light the fire?”

  “It must still be the one we lit last night,” Bunny said with a frown. He put his hands on his hips and considered the fireplace, then slid his gaze across to the Christmas stockings, which bulged with gifts.

  “Oh, darling.” Bunny’s frown deepened with confusion. “However did you—you conjured up gifts?”

  “No, I didn’t, but you did. Bunny, you shouldn’t have!” Reuben went over to the fireplace and had a look. The stockings were full of little parcels, labelled with gold letter Bs and Rs. “You’re so sweet.”

  “You’re a terrible tease!” Bunny drew back the curtains and gave a gasp of surprise. “Did you hear anything this morning? I wonder if your saviour came back in his tractor to check that we were okay.”

  Reuben wandered over to the window with two parcels, one for himself and one for Bunny. He stood at Bunny’s side, his chin on his shoulder, and stared out at the garden, which was etched with the tyre tracks of a tractor—big wheels on the outside and two smaller ones inside.

  “Nicholas? I didn’t hear him, did you?” Which made Reuben feel rather embarrassed, because what if Nicholas had heard them in bed together?

  “If he comes back, we’ll give him a mince pie and a glass of brandy. He deserves it!”

  Bunny unhooked the stockings and brought them over to the sofa. There he and Reuben settled together to open them, yet still Bunny wouldn’t let on to being the man who had loaded the stockings with presents. But if he had somehow happened to not only have the perfect gifts for Reuben but also had found the time to secretly wrap them, then who had done the same thing for Bunny?

  “Santa’s been generous,” chuckled Bunny as they emptied the contents of the stockings onto the sofa. “Let’s see what we’ve got!”

  Reuben was amazed at what fell out of the stocking. These were not random presents that would work for anyone. He tore away the paper to reveal a set of beautiful new makeup brushes, a book on the history of Greenwich, gin-flavoured truffles, socks with a pattern of lipsticks on them, his favourite cologne and…