Christmas Tradition
By
Kathleen Hayes
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Christmas Tradition
Copyright © 2011 by Kathleen Hayes
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Ten Years Ago
I would love to be able to say that the first time I saw him I knew he was the one for me. It would be so romantic. But Alex was my roommate Terry’s lab partner in whatever gen ed science class they had been forced to take. So I’d seen him around, even talked to him a few times.
The first time I really noticed him was on a rainy day in early October. I walked out of the building where my euro civ class had been and everything around me sparkled with a glistening sheen from the recent drizzle. If hadn’t known better, I would have said it was an early spring day, sun shining through the clouds filled with anticipation for the coming summer.
As I stepped into the quad, I glanced up and saw him standing there outside the side entrance to one of the upper class dorms. His dark hair was damp and wild from the brief rain and a ray of brilliant sunlight shone directly down on him, illuminating him and reflecting the happiness in his face.
He was laughing at something that a small, skinny girl next to him had said. It bubbled out of him and he looked like a completely different person than the shy geek I had seen with my roommate those few times.
In that moment, something about him called to me and I knew I had to get to know this bright and beautiful boy. I wanted to be the one that caused him to light up from the inside like that.
Again, I wish I could say that from that moment on I convinced him of my love and we rode off into the sunset together. But nothing worth it is ever that easy.
Today
“Sir, can I help you?”
I startled out my reverie at the salesperson’s impatient tone. I shuffled forward with my armful of gifts and dropped them on the counter as I flashed an apologetic smile to shopper behind me in line. Christmas shopping at the mall was no time to get lost in my own head. I might end up bashed in the back of the head by a soccer mom wielding a purse the size of Wisconsin and then hidden in the clearance section until my body was found after the holidays.
As soon as the salesperson finished bagging up my purchases, I gathered my things and made a beeline for the car promising myself that next year I would do my shopping before Thanksgiving and avoid this insanity. It’s the same promise I made myself every year. And yet, here I am.
I just finished loading the trunk when my phone rang. I smiled, feeling a little of my stress flow out of me when I saw Alex’s name on the caller ID.
I flipped open the phone and answered without letting him get a word in first, “No I will not tell you what am getting you for Christmas. So don’t even bother asking.”
“Aww, come on Liam. Just a little hint.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he wheedled me. No matter how many times he failed to get hints from me, he never stopped trying. It was our little game. We’d been doing since that first Christmas, before we were even together.
Ten Years Ago
“Come on Liam. I can’t believe you even got me a present. Just a little hint.”
We were sitting a table in the cafeteria and I had made the mistake of telling him I had Christmas present for him. This was only the third time we had hung out together without Terry there but since that day in October when I had really seen him, I made a point of being around more when Terry and Alex were working together.
He had commented on some of the drawings I had hung around my side of the room. I don’t think he realized I had drawn them in my charcoal drawing class since they were framed and matted like something you would buy at the store. I was actually pretty nervous because I had been working on Alex’s drawing for a month or so and I hoped he liked it.
This was the last time we would see each other before the break so it was now or never. “I don’t need to give you a hint, since I am giving the present to you now.” I said with a bit of exasperation.
He grinned as I handed the carefully wrapped package across the table to him. He ripped into it with a childlike glee that I could stare at all day long.
When he finally got all the paper out of the way so he could see what I had given him, a look of surprise froze his face for just a moment until it was replaced by a softening of his eyes with amazement and a little bit of confusion.
“You drew this?” he breathed quietly.
“Yeah,” I replied nervously, “I hope you like it. I mean it’s not professional or anything but you seemed to like my other drawings so…”
I stopped talking suddenly as he touched my hand, just for a second. My heart beat wildly and hot shivers ran through me emanating from where his fingers had brushed across mine.
“It’s amazing.” He kept glancing between me and the picture I had drawn of him, with his hair damp and wild and laughter in every line of his body. And right there in the cafeteria, I saw him light up from the inside again, just for a moment.
“Merry Christmas, Alex.”
Today
I felt much calmer by the time I had hung up with Alex. I only had one more store to stop at and it was unlikely to be gimmicked to death for Christmas or crowded full of Suburbanites on crack. I just needed to figure out what to get for Alex.
I roamed the aisles and displays of the adult toy store, waiting for inspiration to hit. I wanted something special, something we hadn’t done before. See, every year, sometime in the week before Christmas, Alex and I plan a night just for us, a night filled with debauchery and each other. We take turns planning it each year and this was my turn. I already had the basics figured out, I just needed some toys to accompany The Plan.
Last week, I went to this little Italian place, La something or other, to scout it out for The Plan. I didn’t really care about the food quality. What I’d really been there to check out was the bathroom. Alex and I had never done it anywhere except in our house or in a hotel. This Christmas I wanted to experiment with something semi-public, but not public enough to risk getting caught. This place was perfect. It was one of those single-serve bathrooms with a lock on the door. Through the thin walls I could hear the kitchen ruckus next door, which would drown out any noise we made and prevent the other diners hearing us.
Anyway, back to the search for toys. I lingered over the butt plugs for a while, contemplating ones with various ridges and vibrators but nothing really jumped out at me for Alex and I already had the one I needed for my part of The Plan. That’s when I came across the anal beads – an entire wall of beads in every size, color, material and combination of the three. Perfect. Something to put in before we left for and get him so worked up while we ate that it would be a hot furious coupling in the bathroom. I looked over the whole wall, analyzing and debating, finally selecting a set of six sleek black beads of uniform size.
I continued to wander the store, picking up a few other things for use later on in the evening, once we were back home. Finally, I came on the last piece of my plan: cock rings. I didn’t want anything too painful so the metal contraptions were out. But I found a beautiful selection of leather cock rings. I chose one made of gorgeous supple black leather with a small silver buckle and a quick-release snap.
When I got my purchases home, I hid them in the laundry room cabinet, knowing that Alex would never go in there on his own. He hated doing laundry so much that before he moved in with me, he would just buy new underwear whenever he ran out.
***
Alex, you up for lunch? popped up in the corner of my screen. Sam and I ate lunch together almost every day. We’d been friends since the first day I walked into the office almost seven years ago. Liam and I had just moved to the city from the small town where we met in college and I’d had that fresh-faced farm boy look – not that I’ve ever seen a farm in my life, but it’s a look, nonetheless. I think it must be a combination of seeming innocence and utter fear. I thought she was going to eat me alive. Somehow, eight hours of work and five after work Margaritas later we were best friends. At some point since then, I’d made the mistake of telling her about our Christmas tradition.
I typed back an affirmative and headed off to the break room with my lunch. I sat down next to her and distractedly started eating my lunch. I’d barely made it through the morning thinking about what Liam had planned for tonight. He’s so much better at keeping secrets than I am. When it is my turn to plan, I always leave out receipts or shopping bags or notes of reservation times so he almost always knows what’s coming. Damn him for being so organized. No matter how much I bugged him, he wouldn’t even give me a hint. At least, I knew that whatever he had planned would be well worth the wait.
“So, it’s tonight.” Sam broke into my thoughts. It was more of a statement than a question. She knew when it was.
“Huh?” Ever so eloquent, right. Give me a break, my mind was elsewhere.
“The yearly Alex and Liam Happy Fuck-olidays.” She really has a way with words.
“Mm hmm.” Again, the eloquence. I can only imagine she could that my blood was already distributed distinctly lower than my brain in anticipation of the coming evening.
“So, is it your year or his?” She already knows it’s his year. Sam just likes to draw this out because she knows how much I hate to talk about my sex life.
“His.” I flushed bright red, like I always do when she makes me acknowledge anything sexual. I’m shy. So sue me.
“So…?” Yeah right, like I was going to fill in any blanks there.
I leveled my best glare at her, the one that shows I mean business. I look like a constipated monkey when I do this. I know because she has told me as much in the past. It didn’t stop me from trying and for once Sam took pity on me and rolled her eyes instead of breaking her metaphorical thumb screws. I took the reprieve without reply and set to eating my lunch as she babbled on about some fight she and her partner Jackie had the night before.
She could talk for hours and only needed an occasional nod from me to feel like I was giving her my support. I spaced out a bit thinking about when I had decided to act on my feelings for Liam.
Ten Years Ago
I pulled out the drawing Liam had given me for Christmas and stared at it. It had been three months and I still couldn’t get over how amazing it was. It’s like he looked at me and saw who I wanted to be instead of who I was. And then drew it. It was then that I was forced to admit to myself what I had been avoiding for the past few months. I was gay and I had a major crush on Liam Sheehan.
It was spring break now and it had taken me that long to work up the courage to tell my family. I knew that Liam was out to his family and that if we were going to have any chance at a relationship then I didn’t want to make him hide.
I heard Carrie’s tentative knock on my door and called for her to come in. She hadn’t said much when I told her and my parents after dinner so I wasn’t sure how she felt about the whole thing.
She sat on my bed and then looked up at me and I am not sure if I could have been more shocked than when I saw a shit eating grin on her face.
“So, you must like a boy, huh? Like him enough to finally tell us.” I blushed.
“Um, yeah. His name is Liam.” I smiled shyly at my sister. “I..I think I could fall in love with him.” I had never thought that she would be this okay with my being gay.
“He drew that for you didn’t he?” She asked, indicating the drawing I still had in my hand. When I looked up her, a little startled, she added, “You get this dreamy look in your eyes every time you look at it and I can’t imagine you are that in love with yourself so it had to be the person who drew it.”
“Yeah, he drew it.” I replied, wondering when 15 year old girls had gotten so insightful. We talked for hours and by the end we had decided that I would kiss him after his big art show in two weeks. If he hadn’t made a move first by then. Which seemed really unlikely as he didn’t even know I was gay yet.
***
Today
After I hid Alex’s gifts in the laundry room, I had to return to work for the afternoon. I took the morning off to do my shopping but we were preparing for a huge show at the gallery so I couldn’t take the whole day off. I was really excited because they were going to include two of my pieces in the show as well.
About two hours before the end of the day, I walked as nonchalantly as I could to the bathroom with a rolled up paper bag in my hand. I wouldn’t normally feel the need to be careful of how I appeared as I went to the bathroom but I was little nervous due to the contents of my little bag.
I wanted to be ready for my evening with Alex so I had a few preparations to make. I bypassed the urinals and went into the stall which was normally reserved for those who need to take a dump, and locked the door. I unzipped my loose trousers, slid them down my legs and made sure to hang them on the door so they would still be presentable when I had to return to work.
I closed my eyes and rubbed myself a couple of times, savoring the flush of pleasure over my whole body. Then I leaned over and pulled out the contents of my paper bag: a single-use packet of lube and one of my favorite butt plugs. I propped one foot on the toilet and drizzled some of the lube on my one of my fingers. I snaked my right hand behind me and pushed one finger inside myself. I savored the rough burn and wiggled my finger around until it pressed against my prostate. Then I added a second finger and began to move them in and out, stretched myself. Finally I felt open enough to get the plug in. I covered in in lube and slowly worked it into my ass. God that felt good. It was just a little smaller than Alex’s cock and long enough to roll gently across my prostate every time I moved.
I had butt plugs that would turn me on faster and hotter but that’s not what I wanted for tonight. I just wanted something to open me up so Alex wouldn’t have to prep me at the restaurant. And, for the next couple of hours, every time I moved I thought of him. It kept me mostly hard but in preparation I had worn pants that could accommodate that. I almost decided to jerk off right there in the bathroom but – in the end – I decided to save it for Alex.
Nevertheless, I played with the butt plug inside me another few minutes, thinking of Alex. He had an innocent face and brilliant green eyes that sparkled back at me anytime I smiled at him. As I continued to prepare myself for him, I thought back to our first kiss.
Ten Years Ago
I felt on top of the world. My first gallery show had been a huge success. Even if it was just an on campus show for the art students, I was so excited to have things that I had drawn on display. Best of all, Alex had come. I was elated.
The show was almost over and I had a few things to take care of before I could go home. I went into the back room to grab some boxes to pack up the unused dishes from the buffet. I turned around, boxes in arms, and was surprised that Alex had followed me into the back room. When I had seen him 30 minutes ago, we had agreed to meet outside when I was done cleaning up and walk back to the dorm together.
My heart almost skipped a beat. I was so far gone on him but I had no idea how to act on it. This was the first time I had ever felt this way and I had never dated anyone before. I wasn’t even sure that he was gay. Over the past two weeks, since spring break, it seemed like he had started touching me more and not breaking eye contact as quickly. It gave me hope.
Alex startled me by taking the boxes out of my hands and setting them on the ground. I looked up at him in confusion and saw his eyes burning with something I had never quite seen there before: determination, want, and maybe a little bit of fear.
“I can’t wait for you to make the first move anymore –“ he said.
Don’t let his farm boy face fool you. With me, at least, he’s never been very innocent.
My mind was still on the gallery show and the dozens of things I still needed to do, so it took me a moment to process his look and what he’d said. Just as it began to register, he pushed my shoulders back against the wall and covered my mouth with his. I stiffened with surprise and then almost immediately relaxed into him as fire rolled through my whole body. My breathing became choppy and I felt myself become almost instantly hard. He pressed our hips together and tilted my head so our mouths could fit together better. He licked at my lips, asking for me to open them so that he could taste me. I could have died happy right then. In that moment, I was lost forever.
***
Today
Sam eventually talked herself out and I returned to my desk to try to concentrate on work for the rest of the day. Those last four hours dragged longer than any four hours should be allowed. I got almost no work done because my mind kept wandering. I spent most of it trying to convince my dick it didn’t really want to be hard at this very moment. My cubicle really wasn’t very private at all, with it’s mid-chest height walls and lack of a door. The rest of the time I spent day dreaming and wondering what Liam had planned for the night. It was not my most productive afternoon.
But it finally ended. I drove home breaking every speed limit along the way, even though I knew that Liam wouldn’t be home before six. When I got there, I paced for a little while. Then I decided to search for Liam’s bag of goodies as a way of distracting myself. I thought of all the places I was least likely to go. Cabinet full of cleaning supplies, cabinet full of pots and pans, shed with lawn-care equipment. I really don’t like cleaning and cooking. I pay Liam for doing most it with blow jobs. Unfortunately, he hadn’t stashed my gifts in any of those places. I was about to check the laundry room (why didn’t I think of that earlier?), when I heard his car door slam in the driveway.
I headed to the bedroom and laid down to wait for him. He took longer than I expected to make back to the bedroom and I began to touch myself though my pants, just getting hard in anticipation. I closed my eyes and pictured Liam. I felt a rush of pleasure shoot through me as I twisted my hand a bit and let out a soft moan.
“Hey, Honey.”
My eyes flew open and I felt a grin spread across my face.
“Hey.”
Liam stood in the doorway, holding a shopping bag. I watched his as he approached the bed with a matching grin on his face. He wore black slacks that hugged his ass when walked and a gorgeous emerald silk shirt that brought out his eyes. He knew green was my favorite color.
The need to know what he had bought for us was almost too much. The pleased gleam in his eyes, with an underlying hunger, shot sparks of desire straight to my cock. The love that emanated from him made the pleasure that much stronger. He motioned for me to take off my pants and lay down on my stomach. I met his eyes one more time before I complied, warmed by the mischievous smirk on his face.
Apparently, I wasn’t to see what he wanted to do to me yet. God, that made me hot. All that anticipation which had built throughout the day suddenly morphed itself into fire and settled in my belly, sending tendrils of flame into my dick. I got harder by the second and if he didn’t touch me soon I was going to fall apart.
From behind me, I heard him pop the top of the lube. The he slipped his slicked up middle finger inside me. I wriggled to get closer but he didn’t let me take control. He studiously avoided hitting my prostate, stretching me just enough for whatever his purposes were. Once he had me lubed up, he took his finger out and I let out a little moan as my ass felt suddenly empty.
He caressed by butt cheeks for a moment and then walked away. The waiting was killing me. I could feel my dick trying to escape its skin. After a few moments, I heard plastic crinkling as he took something of its packaging. I felt him return, behind me and then suddenly he pushed something small and round past my hole. I heard a jangling noise as he shoved another small, round object in me. Anal beads. If I thought my dick had been hard already, just the thought of those beads stuffing me full and wiggling around inside of me sent what blood I had left in the rest of me shooting south.
He slipped another and another into me, each feeling larger than the last, until there were six beads inside me. I felt them brush past my prostate as he slid them in, but he didn’t let them linger. Fuck, I was going to come just from this if I didn’t calm down.
Once he got them all in there, he smacked my ass lightly. “Roll over –“ he growled softly.
The jolt of his hand on my ass cheek jostled all the beads inside me and as I rolled over I felt each one of them shooting jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. I felt warm and tingly all over. My dick strained out in front of me, leaking pre-cum and begging to be touched.
I wondered if was going to suck me off, or maybe ride me, but it looked like Liam had other ideas for The Plan. He pulled something else out his shopping bag and I almost couldn’t hold back my groan. A cock ring. He wasn’t going to let me come. Oh God.
He wrapped the leather strap around my cock and balls and snapped it close. He adjusted the buckles so that it fit snuggly around everything. Lord, that was tight. It caused just enough pain that my cock shrank back from a raging gonna come gonna come gonna come right now hard on to just oh my God turned on.
He gave me a look that could have burned down a concrete building and bent to lick a drop of pre-cum off my dripping penis. I flexed my hips trying to get further into his mouth, to feel his lips grip me tight and his tongue dance across all my most sensitive spots. But Liam wouldn’t allow it. With one more sensuous lick he pulled back.
What in the hell did Liam have planned? There was barely enough blood left in my brain to contemplate this thought, but a feeling of dread came over me as I remembered the only hint he had let slip was that we were going out somewhere. He wanted me to get through dinner in this state. I squirmed restlessly and groaned at this thought.
As if to confirm my suspicions, he pulled some slacks and a button down shirt out of his shopping bag of fun. No way I could go anywhere in those without everyone knowing exactly how turned on I was. This was going to be so embarrassing. I just hoped he had a jacket of some sort in there too.
Seeing as it seemed unlikely that Liam was going to get me off anytime soon, I tried to get up slowly to avoid jostling what now felt like basketballs in my ass. Didn’t work. A new wave of lust almost overpowered me as I gingerly stepped into the pants Liam had handed to me. As I zipped up, the soft fabric rubbing against me sent sparks of agonizing pleasure through the sensitive skin of my dick.
When I finally looked up, I found Liam staring at me with open hunger and a bit of a smirk. Oh yeah. I knew I deserved this after what I did to him last Christmas. I had to keep reminding myself of that as desire continued crash through me. And I knew whatever he had planned would be well worth my current suffering. He looked a little strained as well. His pants hid his hard on better than mine. But I could still see it.
We walked slowly outside, Liam taking pity on my state, allowed me a slow waddle. Or at least that’s what I thought. I should have known better. As we cleared the porch I saw that Liam had pulled his motorcycle out of the garage and he was clearly intending us to ride it tonight. That’s why it took him so long to get to the bedroom after he got home.
Now let me just say that would have me hard in about two seconds flat on a regular night. The image of that powerful machine vibrating and humming between my legs as I held on to Liam and later him fucking me on that very bike had been the of one too many fantasies (and perhaps a few realities) not to turn me on in any condition. I heard Liam chuckle behind me. I don’t know if expected me to faint or balk or groan. But whatever, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. At least not yet.
I walked as calmly as I could to the bike, with the anal beads doing the mambo over my prostate and my dick rubbing against the fabric of my pants, and stood back. I motioned for Liam to get on first. I climbed on behind him and when we finally got situated, Liam definitely knew how turned on I was by the baseball bat that stabbed him in the back. Then he turned the key and revved the engine. It felt like a giant vibrator had been added to the mix. Even with cock and balls wrapped in tight leather it was a close call, me not coming. Sensation pricked every nerve I had, and some I didn’t know I had. The only thing that kept me from coming was the suspicion that Liam would force me sit through dinner with sticky pants.
The ride to the restaurant was torture. If I were not so manly, I might say I almost swooned. But I am, so I won’t. Its only redeeming quality was its brevity. Well, and getting to hold Liam in front of me.
***
As we walked into the restaurant, I watched Alex next to me. His attention was almost evenly split between staring at me and being completely distracted by the toys I had bought to torture him. He was so flushed he almost looked sun-burned. God, he looked hot all turned on like that.
I knew he thought I would make him wait all through dinner for some release, but even I wasn’t that mean. He didn’t know it yet, but he was going to fuck me in the bathroom between the appetizer and the main course and possibly again between the main course and dessert.
The hostess sat us at a semi-private table near the back corner of the restaurant all the while casting furtive glances at us. I winked at her. Like she’s never seen a guy with a hard on before. Come on.
We sat and I knew Alex was in no state to look at the menu even though he opened it and stared at it like he could actually think straight enough to read it. When our waiter came, I ordered mozzarella sticks as an appetizer, knowing it turns Alex on to see me eat anything even remotely dick shaped. Not that he needed any help being turned on at the moment. But still…
Once the waiter left, I reached over and put my hand in Alex’s lap, as absentmindedly as I would have on any other date. I heard him suck in a breath and almost moan out loud. This was going to be one quick fuck, once we got to it. Luckily, I was almost as turned on as Alex and already stretched for him from the butt plug I’d worn all afternoon.
Just the thought of him taking me in the bathroom got me harder. My ass clenched around the plug in anticipation. God I hoped the appetizer would arrive soon or I might have to move up The Plan.
Thankfully, I saw our waiter come around the corner just at that moment. I didn’t think a basket of mozzarella sticks could be eaten that quickly. I tried to go slow and make it sexy but I was just too turned on at that point. Even then, I saw Alex’s eyes staring at my mouth every time I took a bite. He ate one but I think he was too lust-crazed by that point to really enjoy the food.
Alex still didn’t know the next part of The Plan yet, so I leaned over and put my hand in his lap again. This time my fingers actually brushed his groin. The noise he let slip sent shivers through my whole body.
“In about two minutes you are going to be balls deep in my ass,” I whispered in his ear. I winked and got up to go to the bathroom.
Just as I stood, I heard Alex make a strangled sound as his head smacked down once on the table. As soon as I disappeared I knew he would follow me.
As soon as he came into the bathroom, I shoved Alex up against the door, locking it and took his mouth in a deep hungry kiss. Our groins mashed together and I thought the air might explode there was so much heat in the room.
***
When Liam shoved me against the door, it was everything I could do not to cream my pants. He took my mouth like I had taken his that first time and many times since. I felt the press of our groins and wrapped my arms around his back to pull him closer. I would have pulled his entire body into me if I could have. Giving into the urge, I flipped him around and grabbed his neck, pulling it back so I could kiss that spot just under his jaw that drives him crazy. I worked the buttons on his shirt so I could get to his skin. God, I needed to feel his skin.
After that, I am not sure how, the rest of our clothes ended up off or shoved out of the way. I pushed Liam forward so that his hands were braced on the sink and I could see his face in the mirror. He was magnificently beautiful. Then I gave his backside a burning once over and discovered his butt plug. I grabbed the base and worked it in a circle. Liam tensed and groaned. I would have liked to play more with Liam’s ass but I was so turned on, I couldn’t wait. I pulled the plug out, got lubed up and positioned myself at his entrance. I left the cock ring on. Even with it, this was going to be the fastest fuck of all time.
My dick felt like the skin was three sizes too small and it was pulsing with every beat of my heart. I was leaking pre-cum like a fountain. At this rate I probably didn’t actually need the lube. I rubbed up and down his once and I felt more than heard the moan from Liam’s throat.
I took a deep breath and pushed into his already open passage. Liam’s body enveloped me in a tight velvet heat. My balls slammed against his and I thought stars were going to explode in my head. He gasped as I slid my dick across his prostate.
He tightened his muscles around me and it felt like heaven and hell and home and more horny that I have ever felt. I held still for a moment, trying to calm down a bit, so the whole thing wouldn’t be over in one stroke. I took a deep breath and pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. His dick swung straight out in front of him, hard as steel, as I moved in and out of him.
I held his hands on the sink from behind so he could not touch himself. I loved watching his dick bounce up and down as I reamed his ass.
Every time I thrust into his tight hole and against his prostate, I felt the beads in my own ass rolling around and feeding even more heat into our coupling. Slamming Liam’s prostate was like slamming my own. We climbed quickly towards completion.
Eventually I couldn’t take anymore. His surrounded me and it felt so goddamned good. I reached between our bodies and unsnapped the leather from around my cock. It opened the floodgates.
My dick pulsed out shot after shot of hot liquid into Liam’s ass as I continued to shove into him. My own release triggered his without even a hand to his cock and I felt his muscles squeezing more of my orgasm out of me. I stood there, leaning against Liam’s back, panting for the longest time. Finally, sounds of shouting and the clanging of pots from kitchen pulled me out of my post-coital euphoria. I met Liam’s eyes in the mirror and saw a blissed-out expression to match my own.
I pulled out of Liam, still half hard due to the beads still rolling around inside me, sending sparks of pleasure/pain to my oversensitive cock. I whispered, “Merry Christmas, Love” to Liam before I stood up.
***
At the sound of Alex’s whisper, I came down from haze of pleasure I had sunk into after coming all over the sink. I felt him slip out of me and winced at the emptiness I felt.
I turned around and embraced him. “Best Christmas tradition, ever.” I whispered breathily into his ear.
“That it is, my love.” He smiled back at me as we dressed and went out to finish dinner, knowing that was only round one.
I grabbed his hand as we left the bathroom, not caring what it would look like to anyone noticed that we had come out together. All I cared about was that I was spending Christmas with the man I would be spending all my Christmases to come with.
The End.
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