Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
The elevator opened. We got in and rode it up to the penthouse level, where we entered my suite, and we didn’t waste a single second in getting undressed and sealing this whole “dating” thing together.
* * *
We showed up at the foam party wearing only our swim trunks. Shiro looked so good in his, a pair of small green trunks that showed off the curve of his ass, making him look like he had stuffed the shorts with two basketballs. My sky-blue trunks fit tight around my crotch, which I didn’t so much mind for tonight. I enjoyed the way Shy went slack-jawed when he saw me in them.
At the door of the foam party, we got carded and were then handed our choice of a Santa hat or fluffy reindeer antlers. I went for the hat, and Shiro grabbed the antlers. He put them on, looking so fucking adorable as he half shimmied, half twerked his way into the party, music already thumping in the air.
The blizzard party was staying true to its theme. Before we entered the foam pit, we had to walk through a dimly lit hall, made to appear like the inside of a cozy cabin. There were windows painted on the walls, and each window we passed progressively grew snowier and snowier, until the final window we passed was completely covered with snow. A door stopped our path, a sign above it reading “Have a Foamy Christmas!” The music pounded on the other side of the door. We looked at each other, smiling, ready to dive in. And, in another moment of “fuck it,” I leaned in and stole a quick kiss from him.
It only lasted seconds, but fuck was it exhilarating. Kissing another man. Kissing Shy. It thrilled me to no end. I wanted to do it for longer, but I didn’t want to press my luck. Anyone could open that door and see us locking lips.
“Let’s get foamy,” Shy said as he opened the door, the music hitting us first. Cardi B blasted through the speakers, vibrating through my bones. The ballroom was huge, and it was covered in fluffy white foam, reaching up to my chest as we walked into it, the both of us smiling like two kids in their first candy shop. The room was packed, with bodies grinding and bumping underneath the foam, accompanying heads wearing their Santa hats and antlers smiling in drunken glee. Laser lights of all different colors shot through the room, hitting the multiple disco snowflakes and being reflected into a hundred other directions. It felt like a high-end nightclub in Madrid.
“Damn, this is crazy,” Shiro said, leaning in so I could hear him over the music. “Let’s get into the foam!”
He grabbed my hand for a flash of a moment before letting it go. It was dark and I didn’t think anyone could even see our faces, much less take photos. I reached for Shiro’s hand, grabbing it, his eyes registering surprise before they crinkled at the corners because of his smile. We walked into the foam, cool against my bare chest. It felt like we were walking into a thick fog. It smelled slightly of pine and clean linens, the scent made stronger when Shiro playfully “splashed” some of the foam in my direction, a clump of it sticking to my chin.
“It’s Santa! Holy shit, and your name is Nick.” Shiro covered his mouth with a hand. “Illuminati confirmed.”
I laughed and pulled him in, feeling even more assured by the fact that foam now concealed us from chest down. People danced around us, moving to a throwback song, no one paying us any mind.
“So then what do you want for Christmas, Shy?”
“Hmm… aren’t I supposed to be sitting in your lap for this?”
“Ho, ho, hoooo.” I reached down and grabbed his legs before lifting him up. He let out a surprised squeak, instinctively wrapping his legs around my waist. Even though we had spent the last hour hooking up, I still had a difficult time keeping my hands off him. “This better?”
“Much,” Shy said, his arms holding me around my chest, underneath the foam. To anyone on the outside, they’d just see two friends talking close so they could be heard over the music, completely unaware that those two friends had their growing dicks pressing together.
“Let’s see, I want a pony, but I can settle for something I can ride like one.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, playfully reaching around and letting my fingers rub down the center of his ass, over his trunks. “Anything else?”
“Well… I guess, I wouldn’t mind finding a handsome prince under the tree.”
“A handsome prince, huh? I think I can manage that one, too.”
“Oh, and since we’re on the subject, make that handsome prince from Spain, and have him hung like a bull.”