Kevin's Perfect Christmas, part two

Noah fiddled with the radio buttons while Charlie drove to Kevin and Michael’s house in the canyons. He found one of those stations that played twenty-four hour Christmas tunes and leaned back in his seat and yawned.

Charlie glanced his way. “Are you okay?”

“Just tired. That business trip wiped me out.”

“Well, why didn’t we cancel?”

Noah laughed. “You still don’t know Kevin. He would have thrown a hissy fit and insisted we come. He’d probably have even sent Michael to fetch us. It’s okay, it’ll be fun.”

“All right. But you know, you have been gone for several days. I was hoping for some serious alone time.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll see that you get that. Tomorrow is just for us, I promise.”

His lover nodded. “Sounds great.”

“I’m sorry I missed the last few nights of Chanukah.” He’d been forced to fly to St. Louis on December sixteenth. He loved getting promoted, but traveling sucked.

Charlie nodded. “I know. It’s all right.”

“It’s not,” Noah insisted. “But I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I want us to celebrate both. So, what did you get me for Christmas?”

“Nope, you have to wait for Santa to bring it to you tomorrow morning like all the other kids. My lips are sealed.”

“Aren’t we too old for surprises? Haven’t we reached the age where surprises could hurt us?”

Charlie laughed. “Not even close, hon.” He turned the car down the street where their friend’s house was. The residential block was heavily decorated with Christmas lights, including many lawn ornaments and lighted deer. He parked in the long winding driveway per the instructions they’d been given by Kevin.

Noah got out and looked around at the yard and house. Kevin and Michael’s driveway had been lined with flashing candy canes. On the front lawn were several lighted lawn ornaments in reindeer, snowmen, angel and Santa shapes. And of course the outside of the house was adorned with enough multi-colored bulbs to make Clark Griswold proud.

Charlie smiled and glanced at him over the car. “Festive.”

Noah laughed. “Yes, that’s Kevin.” He reached in and grabbed the gift bags they’d brought with them.

The front door, upon which was placed a giant blinking lighted wreath decorated with a large red velvet bow, was flung open as soon as they approached. A practically bouncing Kevin stood in the doorway.

“Merry Christmas,” Kevin called.

Noah had to admit his friend’s enthusiasm was infectious. He pulled Kevin into a tight embrace. “Merry Christmas to you, too.”

“Come in, come in.” Kevin practically ripped his arm off pulling him inside. Just before he turned around, Noah noticed his cheerful Christmas sweater. Kevin quickly pulled Charlie in, too. He placed a quick kiss on Charlie’s cheek and then closed and locked the door. “Wait here.”

Noah watched his friend dash down the hall, bemused.

“Hey, what are you two standing in the hallway for?” Michael came into the hallway wearing a green Christmas sweater with snowflakes and glitter for crying out loud. Noah’s jaw dropped.

“Nice sweater,” Charlie murmured.

Kevin returned carrying two gift bags. He shoved one at Noah and one at Charlie. “Open them now.”

Noah eyed it suspiciously. He was beginning to think he knew what it was with a tiny bit of dread. He peered inside. A long-sleeved green and red striped sweater. He pulled it out with resignation. In the middle of the chest was a rather goofy looking penguin wearing a Santa hat.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Kevin asked. “Put it on.” He looked expectantly at Charlie.

Charlie’s lips twitched, but he pulled out a blue sweater with stars and snowflakes.

“I didn’t think you’d want to wear one with Santa or a nativity or anything,” Kevin explained. “Put those on and then come into the living room.” He grabbed Michael’s hand. “Come on.”

Charlie smiled after them. “I guess we have to put these on, huh?”

Noah was already pulling his over his head. “I couldn’t disappoint Kevin, so I would say yes.”

“Yeah, if I crushed Kevin’s feelings Michael would pummel me.” Charlie put the blue sweater on with a grimace. “Geez, I’m hot already.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about Michael pummeling you. I’ll protect you,” Noah said.

Charlie chuckled. “No offense, hon, but I think he could take you.”

Noah shook his head. “I’m a black belt in karate.”

“Wait, what? How come I didn’t know that?”

Noah patted his arm and kissed his cheek. “You didn’t ask. We’d better head into the living room.” He reached down to scoop up the presents they’d brought.

“Wait,” Charlie said. He gestured at the ceiling where Kevin had hung a bit of mistletoe. “Kiss me.”

Noah pulled him close, threading his fingers through Charlie’s dark curls. “My pleasure,” he whispered, just before taking Charlie’s lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

“Hey, no hankie-pankie in the front hall,” Kevin yelled from the living room.

Charlie sighed, but smiled. “Guess we’d better go in.”
Hand in hand they walked into the brightly decorated living room.


“There you are,” Kevin exclaimed. He pointed to a silver tray laid out on the coffee table. On it were two glass mugs filled with a chocolaty–looking steaming hot drink. “Those are peppermint patties. Each of you gets one.”

Noah couldn’t help but grin as he picked up one mug and handed it to Charlie and then he took a sip from the other mug. “Hey, this tastes just like a peppermint patty.”

“I know, I practiced all week,” Kevin assured them.

“No wonder you’ve been in a good mood every night,” Michael said, drinking from his own mug.

“Ha, ha.”

“It’s pretty good, what’s in it?” Charlie wanted to know.

“Peppermint schnapps, crème de cacao, and chocolate syrup.”

Noah noticed that now perched on the top of Kevin’s head was a dark red velvet Santa hat. He hoped his friend hadn’t also bought one of those for each of them. “What’s for dinner, Kev?”

“I’m glad you asked, because I want your help in the kitchen. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, your gravy, and because Michael insisted we have a vegetable, sautéed kale.”

“Vegetables are good for you,” Michael insisted.

“Whatever.” Kevin grabbed Noah’s arm. “Come on. I want to tell you who I saw at the mall.”

“Santa?” Noah guessed with a laugh.

“Well, duh, yeah, but no, come on into the kitchen with me.”

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.”