Damian's Feast, Part Three, the Conclusion

Some hours later, Damian smiled as one of the two cars he’d been waiting for, pulled into the driveway. “They’re here,” he called out.

Jake walked into the living room, fully dressed in loose fitting jeans and a burnt orange button-down shirt. He smiled a little nervously. “I thought the color would be perfect for Thanksgiving,”

“You look good enough to eat.” Damian hugged him and gave him a quick kiss before heading to the front door to open it for Chris’s parents, Greg and Lily, and his brother, Jeremiah, and finally his sister, Mary. They all had bolted for the door in the pouring rain. He flung open the door. “Happy Thanksgiving!”

He was instantly folded into a hearty wet hug by Jeremiah.
“Jeremiah, at least get out of your wet coat,” his mother scolded.

Jere laughed and peeled his raincoat off his slim body and then hugged Damian again. “Happy Thanksgiving,” he said, and then released Damian to turn to Jake, who stood just outside the front hallway. “Hi, Jake.”

Jake smiled. “Hi, Jere. Happy Thanksgiving. Same to you, Mary, and Mr. and Mrs. Hutchens.”

“It’s nice to see you again, Jake. Thanks for inviting us,” Chris’s mom said.

“It’s our pleasure.” Jake took her coat and scarf.

After they exchanged more pleasantries and their wet outer wear was taken care of, Damian led Chris’s family into the dining room, offering them whatever they wanted to drink. Everyone was talking at once. His gaze went to Jake, who stood to the side, although with a small smile. Someday, Damian thought, he’d feel more comfortable. It was all too new to Jake. He wished he could take away the bad memories from Jake, even though he knew it had all worked to shape the man he loved.

He heard the sound of the other car arriving and he gestured to Jake. His lover came over. “What?”

“There’s someone at the door, want to check for me?”

Jake nodded, looking confused. “Sure, okay.”

Jake walked out to the front hall and Damian followed him, watching as Jake opened the door. Standing on the doorstep were Jake’s aunts, Suzy and Caroline. He smiled at the stunned look on Jake’s face.

“What are you doing here?” Jake blurted out.

Suzy laughed. “We’re here for Thanksgiving, of course. Could you let us in? It’s wet and cold out here.”

Jake stood back. “How?”

Caroline handed him her coat. “Damian invited us, Jacob.”

Jake’s startled gaze flew to his. “I—that’s great. H-happy Thanksgiving.”

Suzy embraced him and Jake awkwardly patted her back. And then, to Damian’s somewhat amusement, Jake sort of patted Caroline’s head. He suppressed a laugh. “Welcome to our home. We’re glad you came. Come into the kitchen and meet everyone. We’ll be eating soon.”

Damian let the ladies walk ahead toward the kitchen. He grabbed Jake’s hand. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just…can’t believe you did this. Even my aunts.” Jake looked away, unable to meet Damian’s gaze. “Aunt Caroline…the way she’s been…”

Damian pulled Jake against him. “Everyone deserves another chance. Don’t you think? If we didn’t give each other a second chance we wouldn’t have what we have.”

Jake’s blue eyes finally turned back to him, love shining from them. “You are so amazing.”

“They’re family. Your family. And I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Jake hugged him and then kissed him, a long lingering kiss. “Now, let’s eat this feast of yours.”

Damian's Feast, Part Two

Damian doubted he’d ever get used to the sight of Jake naked. As they fell onto the bed in the bedroom, bare skin to bare skin, he still couldn’t get over how lucky they both were.

Even a few months ago, he wouldn’t have believed he would be reunited with Jake. Now, he intended to make sure they were together for the rest of their lives. They’d wasted enough time.

His mouth came down hard on Jake’s, forcing the other man’s lips to part. A small moan escaped from Jake just before Damian’s tongue plunged into the hot, moist warmth inside.

He’d been this lucky three times in his life. Finding love with Jake in the first place when they were young professional football players. Maybe too young, if he thought about it. Finding Chris when Jake broke his heart, too afraid to admit his sexuality and too willing to give up his love for Damian in the process, and finally again with Jake, after Chris’s untimely death, and when Damian had started to believe he’d spend his last days alone.

“What?” Jake asked, his index finger brushing along Damian’s bottom lip. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern. His soft Alabama accent warmed Damian to his toes.

Damian smiled and shook his head. “Nothing. Just thinking a little. About the things I have to be grateful for, I guess.”

Jake’s lips curved and his hand inched down between their bodies, closing over Damian’s hard cock. “How about being grateful for this right now and you can reflect on other things later?”
Damian moaned and pushed his erection further into Jake’s grasp. “Oh, yeah, I’m pretty sure I can think later.”

He lowered his lips to Jake’s, tasting the sweet coffee Jake had been sipping only moments before. His lids half closed, his body unable to stop moving as his lover stroked his length. Jake’s fingertip grazed across the tip of his cock, running through the drop of pre-cum.

Damian gasped. “Damn, you’re good at that.”

“Everybody has to have a talent,” Jake whispered against his mouth.

He swallowed back a groan and gently pushed Jake’s magic hand away. “Gotta get the lube. Stomach or back?”

He scooted to the side of the bed and reached into the bedside table drawer for the lube. They didn’t use condoms anymore, both men having tested negative.

Jake’s mouth was twisted as though he were giving the question a great deal of thought. “Back.” He then sort of undulated to the top of the bed and hooked an arm under each leg, lifting himself, displaying his ass and his entrance for Damian.

Damian’s cock grew harder, if that were possible. His mouth dry, his pulse racing to the frantic beat of his heart, he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his hand. First he coated his dick, trying to resist the urge to stroke it. Too much sensation would send him over the edge and straight to his orgasm much too soon. He squirted out more liquid, coating his fingers liberally. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He inserted two slicked fingers, preparing his lover. Jake had long since relaxed when they were making love that lubing the way inside him had become quick and easy. He held Jake’s gaze. Jake’s deep blue eyes were filled with a mixture of love, desire, and trust. It humbled him.

Damian withdrew his fingers and lined up the tip of his cock to Jake’s hole. Jake hitched his legs even higher in the air as Damian pushed in. Jake’s lids drifted closed, his lips curved into a pleased smile.

He waited just a few heartbeats, making sure he didn’t just plunge ahead. He wouldn’t hurt Jake for anything. Finally, Jake’s lashes flutter open briefly, then closed again. Damian decided that was as good as permission to continue. He slid in, all the way, fully engulfed inside Jake.

“Ah,” they gasped in unison.

Damian spread his hands on Jake’s legs and pulled him closer still, pulling out to just the tip, and then thrusting forward again, developing the rhythm they both craved. He wanted it to be a slow, loving coupling, but knowing he still had preparations to make for Thanksgiving and the arrival of their guests, Damian knew they couldn’t take the time Jake really deserved.

Jake moved one of his hands from his leg to his own cock, jerking it to the rhythm of Damian’s thrusts. His eyes remained closed, the small smile of pleasure still curved his lips. Damian didn’t think there had ever been a more beautiful man.

Speeding his strokes, Damian struggled to keep his own eyes open, wanting to watch Jake, loving the sight of his lover coming. He rammed hard and fast, seeking out and finding Jake’s prostate, provoking a breathless groan from his lover.

Damian slipped a hand to Jake’s cock, joining him in jerking the thick length. Jake’s eyes flew open, deep lust and perhaps a little shock shining from hem.

“Damian,” he gasped.

He paused, holding still, watching cum shoot from Jake’s cock. It splattered on his washboard stomach. The sight of the creamy substance sent a tingling jolt through his tightening balls. He pumped hard and fast, his release overtaking him, tearing a shout from him as he collapsed on his lover.

“I love you,” he whispered after a few minutes of trying to regain his breath.

“Love you, too,” Jake said, around a yawn.

Damian rose from the bed and leaned down to place a kiss on Jake’s nose. “Go ahead and sleep some more, sweetheart. I’m going to take a shower.”

I'm Back

The San Diego Chargers won so I was very happy indeed! Had a great time. The weather was absolutely perfect, the sky crystal blue. Sort of the same color as my quarterback's uniform there in that picture.

And I posted part 1 of Damian's Feast. Part 2 will be up Wednesday and part 3 on Friday. Hope everyone has a great week.

Damian's Feast, Part One

Jake Fields stood at the living room windows in the Birmingham, Alabama, home he shared with his lover, Damian Grant. It was Thanksgiving morning, just barely seven, and pouring rain. He hugged himself against the slight chill in the house. Not the best day for traveling families.

He still wore his flannel pajama bottoms and a thin navy t-shirt. His dark hair stood on end. Bed hair. From where he stood he could hear Damian fussing around in the kitchen. His lover had insisted on getting up early to start the feast.

Jake yawned and took a large sip of his cream-filled, sweetened coffee. Truth be told, he wasn’t big on holidays. Well, not since his mother had passed years ago. When his old bastard of a father had still been alive, holidays were tense and filled with silence mostly. He spent each lonely Thanksgiving watching football, wishing he still played.

Now that he and Damian were partners, holidays had the potential to change drastically. Already, Halloween had passed and they’d spent a cheerful evening giving out bucket loads of candy.

He would have preferred Thanksgiving had been just the two of them, too. But Damian insisted the family of his late lover, Chris, always spent Thanksgiving with him and this year wouldn’t be any different. Jake would get used to big gatherings, Damian assured him.

The few times he’d met Chris’s family since reuniting with Damian he liked them. They were good people, kind to him, and obviously very fond of Damian. But Jake figured they couldn’t help but wish it was Chris there on Thanksgiving with Damian instead of him.

He heard Damian’s footsteps just before two big, strong arms wrapped around his waist drawing him back against his lover.

“Hmm.” Damian nuzzled his ear. “You all right, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh. Just watching the weather. It’s raining pretty hard, are you sure everyone will be okay driving?”

Damian’s dark hand covered his and he threaded his fingers through Jake’s. “It’s not that far. They only live across town. Besides it might let up a little later when they’re due.”

He nodded, deciding not to push the issue. He was fairly sure he was grasping at an excuse to tell Chris’s family not to come and that wouldn’t be fair to Damian. Forcing the nervousness out of his voice, he asked, “So, what all are we having?”

“Turkey, of course, with pecan-cornbread stuffing, sweet potato casserole, stewed collards with ham, high-rise biscuits, and sweet potato pie.”

“Okay, that sounds good.” Jake smiled. He was going to get fat with Damian cooking for him all the time.

Damian found the pulse of his throat. “I’ve got things going in the kitchen and the family doesn’t arrive for a while, how about we go back to bed for a bit?”

His cock sprung to life at the mere suggestion. Well, he had been half-hard since Damian’s arms came around him. “I think that sounds like my kind of Thanksgiving.”

Damian tugged his arm and they headed down the long hallway to their bedroom. Jake could hear the rain pouring down outside, but here inside their home it was warm and cozy and filled with heavenly Thanksgiving scents. Maybe the holiday wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Until Next Week...

Happy Halloween!

I'm going out of town for a few days.

I'll be going to San Diego. For those of you who have never been there you are missing out. Beautiful, wonderful place. Hopefully, you will all think of me on Sunday and how I am sitting in Qualcomm Stadium watching the San Diego Chargers. Let's cross our fingers that they win.

I am not taking the laptop this time and therefore will have no access to the internet. None. This is hard for me, let me tell you. I go through withdrawls. This means no Sunday Night Eye Candy.

I won't be back until Monday night, so I hope to post Part one of Damian's Feast (Jake and Damian's Thanksgiving story) on Monday night. If not, for sure Tuesday morning.

Hope everyone has a lovely weekend.

My Decision

So, I have made a decision on the free November stories. I know I said I was going to wait for the whole month for voting but since it seems to have pretty much died anyway, I'm going to announce my decision.

November is made up of four weeks and since I gave you the choice of four couples I have decided to feature all of them in their own free short story.

Week 1) Damian's Feast featuring Jake and Damian
Week 2) A Sweet Thanksgiving featuring Jason and Danny
Week 3) Most Likely to Have a Successful Holiday featuring Clark and Thomas
Week 4) Thanksgiving At Long Last featuring Scott and Preston

So I hope you will come back each week to read the stories. Most likely they will be posted over a few days rather than all on one day.

Now, for the first week, I am going to be out of town October 31, 2009-November 02, 2009 (Go San Diego Chargers--I am going to their game) and I will try to get the first part of Damian's Feast posted on the evening of November 02, but it might end up being November 03.