Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Most Likely to Have a Successful Holiday, Part 2

Clark heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and he smiled. Thomas had obviously finally gotten out of bed. He heard Thomas’s bare feet pad across the hardwood floor and then stop just inside the entrance to the kitchen where Clark stood stirring a pot, his back to Thomas.

“Oh, my God, is that giblet gravy I smell?”

Clark laughed and turned to face his lover. Thomas’s dark hair stood on end every which way. He wore only a pair of pajama bottoms. His torso had a couple of hickies. One beneath his left nipple and the other on the right side just above his stomach. He grinned and placed a quick kiss on Thomas’s lips.

“You do indeed.”

Thomas inhaled. “Man, am I glad I had the brains to fall for someone who can cook like you. Damn.” He yawned. “Why didn’t you wake me? I would have helped.”

Clark thrust a mug of steaming coffee into his lover’s outstretched hands. “No offense, babe, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Or me.”

“I’m not that bad,” Thomas protested, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Anyway, you had a rough night.” Clark waggled his eyebrows at him.

Thomas blushed. “I saw the marks too, thank you very much. Asshole.”
He laughed unrepentantly and turned off the heat under the gravy.

“So, what can I do? Want me to set the table or something?”

“Yeah, but not until after.”

“After?” Thomas frowned.

“I have plans for the dining room table.” Clark took the mug from Thomas and set it on the kitchen counter. “Come on.” He grabbed Thomas’s hand and pulled him into the dining room where their large mahogany dining room table was. He eyed the sliding glass doors to the backyard. Right now the blinds were closed, but…

Thomas stiffened in his grasp and shook his head. “Oh, no, you aren’t thinking what I think you are. Are you?” Clark grinned. “Oh, shit. You are. Damn it, we can’t do it there. It’s Thanksgiving.”

“You’ll wash it after and besides, I have a Thanksgiving tablecloth to put on the table.” Clark pulled him close and nuzzled his ear. “No one will know. Well, unless someone sees us.”

“No way.” Thomas turned bright red. “Even if we do, those blinds are staying closed, Clark.”

“How about only partially open?” He went to the strings and opened the slats just a bit. “Would that work for you?”

Thomas sighed and hugged himself. “You are incorrigible.”

“That’s why you love me.”

“Nah, I love you in spite of it.” He shook his head, then smiled. “I’ll get the lube.”

Clark glanced at the clock, saw they still had plenty of time before their guests arrived, and quickly went into the kitchen to see that all his dishes were progressing nicely.

Back in the dining room, he pulled off his navy shirt and set it on one of the chairs. Thomas returned with the lube, which he tossed at Clark, and sans pajama bottoms. Clark stared openly, his mouth hanging open at the sight of Thomas’s hard cock jutting out between his thighs. The lube went flying behind him and into the wall.

“Pay attention, counselor.” Thomas laughed and bent down to pick up the lube, purposely turning his ass to Clark.

Clark growled and pulled that perfect round ass against his own crotch. “A tease, huh?”

Thomas wiggled, pushing back. “I guess so.”

Clark’s arms ensnared Thomas’s waist, grabbing him hard and rough. He pushed him toward the table and face down on to it. He groped the magnificent cheeks, kneading and spreading them, even while he knelt on the floor and positioned himself at the perfect angle for his tongue to slip inside.

“Oh, God, Clark,” Thomas gasped when Clark’s tongue darted in. He gripped the edges of the table and spread his legs farther apart.

He closed his eyes, liberally wetting Thomas with his probing tongue. The swell of his achingly hard cock pressed against his jeans reminded him of his own clothing. Keeping one hand on Thomas’s thigh, he reached down and unsnapped his button-down fly. He crept his hand inside and cupped his erection.

“Clark, please.”

He slapped the firm cheek, the palm landing with a loud smack. Thomas moaned. Clark withdrew his tongue, but flicked it quickly around the opening before asking, “What is it you want, Thomas?”

“You, now, fuck me,” Thomas panted out.

Clark stood up and slid his pants down his legs. He reached for the lube, squirted out a generous amount, and coated his cock. The sight of a naked and spread Thomas on the dining room table nearly made his come.

After slipping in lubed fingers to prepare Thomas more fully, Clark lined up and pushed inside. He stilled a moment, letting his lover adjust to his penetration. Clark rested his hands on the table, willing control.

“Ready?” Did that growled word come from him?


Clark decided that was as close to a yes as Thomas was going to give him. He withdrew to just the tip and then plunged forward, moving his hands from the table to Thomas’s hips.

Shifting slightly on the table, Thomas went to reach for his cock to stroke it.

“No, don’t.”


“Shh. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He slammed in again and again. He knew it wouldn’t take long to pull the orgasm from him as he’d been on the brink since getting up that morning. Thomas did that to him. He glanced at the partially opened blinds where he could just see the grass of the back yard. His thrusts sped up as the base of his spine tingled and his balls tightened. With a roar he could not contain, Clark poured into his lover.

He allowed himself only a moment to lay stretched across Thomas’s back before he reluctantly withdrew. He owed his lover relief.

“Can you turn over?” Clark murmured.

Thomas scooted off the table and turned over. His eyes were hazy with lust and his face a flushed pink. He was so hot.

Clark helped him to sit on the edge of the table once more and then he knelt before him and engulfed his lover’s cock to the root.

“Ah, God,” Thomas rasped out. His ass lifted off the table as he pushed his dick down Clark’s throat. He knew from Thomas’s whimpers it wouldn’t be long. He cupped his lover’s balls and squeezed. “Clark!” Thomas shuddered and came in Clark’s mouth.

A short time later, Clark pulled Thomas close, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He thought of the other surprise he had for Thomas for when after their guests were gone and he couldn’t keep the excited grin from his lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Thomas snuggled against him.

Clark tilted his chin up and kissed him long and thoroughly. “We’d better get cleaned up.”

Thomas laughed. “And clean this up before the guests get here. I can’t believe you talked me into that.”


  1. I love Clark's bent...can you blame me for picking him for my top three? :) He always makes things that much more interesting!

  2. Clark appreciates the choice. And before he fell madly in love with Thomas, he might have even been all for it. As long as someone was watching of course ;-)

  3. Wow, I wish I could be their neighbor. I'd definitely be peeking through the blinds.

  4. Them two are just so perfect.... They have mellowed alot...

    They feel more intuned with each other - I am liking this comfortable place that they are at...

    Another nice one Shawn...


  5. Clark and Thomas are one of those couples that will be having fabulously hot sex for the next sixty years or so!
    I loved it, AF!

  6. I just finished reading their book and I really loved it. Thanks for the sneak peek in their lives later on. I really love both of them. It's good to see them so happy together.

  7. Thanks, Drew. Hopefully you and the others will tune in for their sappy ending tomorrow, lol.