Last year, he never imagined he’d find himself alone this Christmas.
Stop thinking about him.Ned snuggles under the blanket, one hand straying to the throbbing ache between his legs. No. Don’t. You’re not that pitiful yet, don’t do it.But his fingers find his zipper, ease it out of the way, slip into the fly of his jeans and stroke his slight erection. His eyes close against the shudder of desire that washes over him, and for the briefest second he can almost believe he isn’t by himself here, it’s not his hand strumming his own dick, it’s not. He pops the button on his jeans as his hand eases into his briefs, fingers encircling his thick length.
A few quick thrusts is all it takes.