A Small Miracle Happened Read Free

colorless for me, and the flag is the only thing I like seeing when I come home.” Dan’s glance was sly. “Unless its owner happens to be on his porch.”
    Chris blushed. Dan decided he was moving too fast, so he stared at the candles. “I feel silly making such a fuss about Hanukkah. It’s not even a major holiday, you know. It’s more for kids than adults.”
    “‘Childhood is not from birth to a certain age, and at that certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things.’” Chris spoke dreamily, watching the flames, while Dan stared in surprise at his profile. “We need childhood, even once we’re grown. It’s ‘the kingdom where nobody dies.’ It’s where we’re safe.” He seemed to feel Dan’s gaze and turned, his fair skin flushing even more. “Um, that’s from a poem I just remembered.”
    “It’s great.” Dan’s first impression of Chris had been he was a pleasant and sexy man, but not a complicated one. You expected guys who drove pickup trucks and looked like farmers to be simple and, if not straight, at least straightforward. But Chris had proved he could recognize a Shakespeare reference, and now he was quoting poetry. “‘The kingdom where nobody dies.’ We all need to hide there sometimes, don’t we, even when we know it’s an illusion? Otherwise life is just too hard.”
    Chris surprised Dan again by taking a step forward, setting his big hand on the back of Dan’s neck, then tilting his head up for a kiss.
    The sweetness of the wine and those sugar cookies overwhelmed him at first, and then faded into the taste of Chris himself, strong and male. Dan found himself backed against a wall, trapped by the bulk of the bigger man. Chris wasn’t much taller, but his shoulders were broader, and he had at least fifteen pounds of solid muscle on Dan. But Dan didn’t feel threatened. There was nothing coercive in the way Chris kissed him, nuzzled his neck, and ran gentle hands up and down his spine. Dan realized Chris deliberately left space between them, touching with his mouth and hands, but not crushing their bodies together. Those sweet, openmouthed kisses were a question, not a demand.
    Dan answered by slipping his hands around Chris’s neck, drawing him in. Chris gasped as their bodies connected, hard and needy. Dan ground his hips against a promising bulge in Chris’s jeans. Chris groaned and, in a sudden move, grabbed Dan’s ass.
    Dan wasn’t sure who started fumbling at waistbands first, but he suspected he was the culprit. He was sure he liked the feel of the thick cock that almost fell into his hand. When it slid silkily against his own, he had to bite down on his lip to keep from coming too quickly.
    He needed even more control when Chris’s hand wrapped around both cocks, then rubbed them together. His thumb flicked over the heads, and Dan lost all power of conscious thought for the next several endless minutes.
    As he came, Chris’s mouth crushed down on his again, tongue shoving inside with no gentleness now. Dan was suddenly aware that he’d been shoved hard against the wall. He was glad of its support as Chris continued to grind into him. Dan’s knees had gone weak, and he was shaking in reaction.
    Chris came a few seconds later, giving a grunt of pleasure before he moved back half a step. They stood, foreheads pressed together, arms still around each other, panting. They were tucked into the corner next to the big front window. Dan was relieved they were out of sight from the street, even with the curtains thrown wide and the menorah doing its best to light the room with two small candles. Very slowly, far more cautiously than they had come together, they pulled apart.
    They smiled at each other with the awkwardness of two barely acquainted people who had just been privy to each other’s strongest sensations. Before either could speak, a phone began playing the incongruous notes of Paul Simon’s “Mother and Child Reunion.”
    Dan was going to let