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for his duffle bag when his door opened, and the big man was standing there with a pleased smile on his face.
    Damn, his man moved fast!
    “Welcome to my home, sweet elf.” Those ocean blue eyes were lit up with excitement and some other emotion that Ryan couldn’t quite put his finger on. Blake reached over, grabbed the duffle bag out of his arms, and helped him out of the truck. He grabbed Ryan’s hand and led him to the house.
     
     
     
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    Blake’s house had a rugged and welcoming charm to it. The outside was cedar and rock, and it had a front porch that extended from one side of the house to the other. There was an array of wooden furniture set precisely around the porch that gave it a warm and welcoming feel.
    The inside was no different. As soon as they walked in the front door, they were in a big room with a nice cozy fireplace to the left and an unadorned Christmas tree in the corner. There was soft, plush furniture in warm, rich tones that gave the impression of comfort as well as a masculine style. Everything from the walls to the carpet spoke of warmth, and it all had a distinct lived-in feel about it. Ryan immediately thought that Blake’s house was a perfect extension of Blake: big, warm and comforting. Just like the owner himself.
    Blake set the duffle bag beside the huge couch and started shrugging off his leather jacket. He watched Ryan with touch of anxiety. It was important to him that Ryan like his house. He planned on Ryan spending a lot of time here, so it was essential to him that Ryan felt comfortable.
    Ryan was walking around gazing at some of his family’s pictures on the wall, with a relaxed and open look on his elfin face. He heard bells again, and reached up and took off his jingling antlers as looked over at Blake with a sheepish look on his face.
    “I keep forgetting to take these off,” he said as he walked over to where Blake was standing, set the antlers lightly on his duffle bag, and then started to shrug out of his own coat. Blake’s eyes travelled over Ryan’s tight little body as he revealed what he wore under his overly large coat.
    Ryan had a tight red long sleeved T-shirt that read, “Wanna kiss? Meet me under the mistletoe in five minutes or less.” Blake took Ryan’s coat for him, carried it over to the hall closet, and hung it up, along with his own.
    Blake looked over at Ryan, who was watching him with his dark green eyes. “I’ll get supper started after I get a fire going.”
     Ryan shook his head and waved him off, grinning up at him as he approached the taller man. “No. I can get the fire started, you go ahead and start supper and I’ll join you as soon as I get it going.”
    Blake stopped directly in front of Ryan and leaned down and gave him a quick peck on his sweet lips. “Are you sure? I don’t mind doing both.” Ryan reached up with small, soft hands and gently cupped Blake’s stubbled cheeks. “Of course, big guy! I’ll be in there in a minute.”
    Blake grinned. “Okay, the matches are in the little wicker chest by the fireplace. There’s wood and newspaper off to the side of it. If you need any help, let me know.” He walked toward the direction of the kitchen.
    Damn, that man had a fine ass.
    It wasn’t long before Ryan had a cheerful fire burning in the fireplace. Ryan glanced around and noticed an old quilt beside the couch. He grabbed it, and spread it carefully in front of the fireplace, with hopes of snuggling in front of it later. He smiled to himself as he then joined Blake in the kitchen.
    Blake’s kitchen was any cook’s wet dream. Equipped with state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances and plenty of storage space, Ryan knew he could bake in this kitchen for days and die a happy man.
    Blake was in the middle of shredding some cheese, and it looked like he had several chicken breasts boiling in a Dutch oven.
    “How can I help you?” Ryan asked, walking behind Blake and wrapping his arms around his waist. Blake glanced