Tristan leaned into the kiss, savoring the intensity. It was a selfish gift, but maybe, just maybe, he had gotten the Christmas gift thing right. Tristan’s schedule was always crazy and the time they spent together often had the feel of stolen moments. He wanted a couple of days of uninterrupted time with Brian.
Brian worked at the buttons of Tristan’s shirt, undoing them, pulling the shirt loose at the waist. Tristan attempted a one-handed version of the same with less success; trying to use his injured arm hurt too damn much.
Brian’s hand closed around Tristan’s. “It’s okay. Just relax. I’ve got it. Let me undress you…Speaking of which, just how have you been managing to get dressed in the morning for work?”
“Slowly, with a hell of a lot of frustration,” replied Tristan.
“You could’v
