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Thanksgiving Fic: A Lot To Be Thankful For by J.L.
    Langley

    Juggling his phone, onto his shoulder, Rhys pulled into his
    driveway beside Sterling’s black Jeep Wrangler and grinned.
    “Hey, what’s Sterling doing here?”
    “Hold on. Remi! What’s Sterling doing at Rhys’?” Jake
    shouted in Rhys’ ear.
    Wincing, Rhys pulled the phone away. Jake had two volumes
    lately, an outside voice and…well, a stadium voice. Probably
    from yelling at all the football games. Or it could be from
    trying to talk over Sterling to get a word in edgewise, but Jake
    had been doing that the last several years, so it was likely the
    excitement of Sterling’s high school football team heading for
    state this year. It was pretty neat this being Sterling’s senior
    year and him being the star wide receiver. It seemed like
    everything anyone said lately ended in “woo go Spartans.”
    Rhys turned off the ignition, removed his keys and got out of
    his car. “Hey, Jake.”
    “Hold on. Remi!”
    “Jake.”
    “What?”
    “Nevermind. I’ll ask him myself.” Rhys hit the button on the
    key fob, locking his door. He hadn’t seen much of the kid
    lately. This was a nice surprise.
    The porch light was on, so apparently Sterling anticipated
    Rhys being late, because it was only six o’clock and not quite
    dark yet. Who knew how long Sterling had been here.
    Knowing Sterling he’d already eaten half the sweets Rhys had
    picked up from the bakery yesterday for Thanksgiving
    tomorrow. Rhys’ grin faltered into a groan. Oh god. Sterling
    on a sugar high. The years hadn’t made a bit of difference.
    After a few deserts, Sterling was just as hyper now as he was
    at fifteen.
    “You gonna feed him?” Jake asked munching on something. If
    Sterling was already digging into tomorrows food, apparently
    he wasn’t the only one.
    As Rhys stepped onto the front walk, Sterling opened the door
    with a huge grin on face. “Hi.”
    Unable to help himself, Rhys smiled and continued up the
    walk. Sterling was the one thing guaranteed to brighten his
    mood no matter what. Not that he was in a bad mood, but the
    day just got a whole lot better. “Yeah I’ll feed him. What time
    do you want him home?”
    There was more crunching. “What the— Holy shit, pup! What
    are you wearing?”
    What? “Jake?”
    “Sorry, listen why don’t you just keep Sterling there with you.
    We’ll be there at what…noon tomorrow? Gotta go.” Jake
    hung up.
    Yeah, easy for him to say, he didn’t have to keep his damned
    hands off his mate. Fucker. He was, from the sounds of it
    about to get laid. Asshole. Rhys flipped his phone shut and
    stuffed it in his pocket.
    Grinning brighter, Sterling pushed the door further open and
    leaned against it, giving Rhys a better look at him. Sterling
    wore a tight black thermal t-shirt, showing off the nicely toned
    biceps he’d earned in football, and a pair of jeans with a rip in
    the right knee, that were so tight they should be illegal. His
    ever present black ostrich cowboy boots were still on, so he
    must have just gotten here. Normally, he kicked his boots off
    within minutes of arriving.
    Sterling took a bite of what looked to be one of the chocolate
    chip cookies Rhys had bought and held it out to him as he
    stepped onto the porch. “Hey.” Sterling’s eyes raked down
    Rhys body and the smell of his interest fill the air between
    them, as if it wasn’t difficult enough for Rhys to keep his
    hands to himself without adding Sterling’s overactive
    hormones into the mix.
    “Hey.” Rhys opened his mouth and let Sterling feed him,
    trying his best to ignore the intoxicating scent of his mate’s
    attention. He couldn’t afford to get hard. If Sterling caught
    even the smallest whiff of arousal, he’d start an all out
    seduction. And damn he could tempt a saint, which Rhys most
    certainly wasn’t.
    “I ordered pizza.” Stepping back, Sterling allowed him to
    enter.
    A hand grazed Rhys’ ass as he stepped through the threshold.
    It was so nice that Rhys nearly forgot to growl his disapproval.
    He hadn’t seen Sterling in a week. He’d actually missed the
    constant bombardment of carnal attention.
    Sterling chuckled, but didn’t push.
    Rhys sighed. Anyone else would have cowered in fear if he
    growled at them. Not Sterling.
    The tv was on but turned down, Sterling’s Macbook and
    homework cluttered the coffee table and Sugar Daddy by the
    Bellamy Brothers played on the stereo. Sterling had found