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December 25, 2011
December 25
A very Merry Christmas to all!
Rig put the cinnamon rolls in the oven, then sat to watch the lights twinkle as the sun rose over the ocean.
"I miss you, Momma. I wish we could have had more Christmases together. You too, Daddy." He sighed, smiled at himself. "Still, I made Jim your lace cookies and sent all of Sissy's girls stuff. The oldest three are in college now, you know that? College. We're getting old out here. It's awful pretty, seeing the sea."
"Who's old?" growled Rock, coming down to sit on his right side.
"Nobody here," added Dick, sitting on the other side of him.
Rig blushed dark, ducked his head. "Y'all aren't due up for hours yet."
"It's Christmas, of course we're up." Dick kissed him softly.
"I can smell the cinnamon buns." Rock grinned at him, slid his hand over Rig's thigh.
"Mmm. They've got about half an hour to cook." His legs spread.
"That sounds just about perfect." Rock's hand moved higher.
Dick's mouth found the sweet spot on his neck..
"My marines." He reached up, offering his mouth to Rock.
Rock took it, groaning into him as that hand cupped his cock through his sweats. He humped up, wanting it, driving into the touch. Rock's kiss went deeper as those strong fingers pulled at his waistband.
"We should take this to the couch." Dick was pulling his shirt off.
Rock nodded, then stood and picked him up, just like that.
Rig wrapped around his lover, hummed. "Merry Christmas, Blue."
"Merry Christmas, Rabbit." Rock put him down on the couch, Dick helping to pull the sweats right off him.
They sat, his legs wrapping around Rock's lap. Dick snugged up behind him. body hot, keeping him warm.
"Pretty." He couldn't stop smiling. "Oh, y'all. So good."
"The best," whispered Dick. "Every year just keeps getting better."
"Yeah." He licked Rock's lips. "Fuck, yeah."
"Fucking. Now there's a good plan."
Rock's mouth took his.He opened up, crying out into his Blue's lips. Their bodies slid together, Dick lying back and pulling him down, Rock following, pressing against both of them.
"Oh, fuck. Yes." This was where he belonged.
Right here.
Everyday of the year and twice as much on Christmas.
Rig put the cinnamon rolls in the oven, then sat to watch the lights twinkle as the sun rose over the ocean.
"I miss you, Momma. I wish we could have had more Christmases together. You too, Daddy." He sighed, smiled at himself. "Still, I made Jim your lace cookies and sent all of Sissy's girls stuff. The oldest three are in college now, you know that? College. We're getting old out here. It's awful pretty, seeing the sea."
"Who's old?" growled Rock, coming down to sit on his right side.
"Nobody here," added Dick, sitting on the other side of him.
Rig blushed dark, ducked his head. "Y'all aren't due up for hours yet."
"It's Christmas, of course we're up." Dick kissed him softly.
"I can smell the cinnamon buns." Rock grinned at him, slid his hand over Rig's thigh.
"Mmm. They've got about half an hour to cook." His legs spread.
"That sounds just about perfect." Rock's hand moved higher.
Dick's mouth found the sweet spot on his neck..
"My marines." He reached up, offering his mouth to Rock.
Rock took it, groaning into him as that hand cupped his cock through his sweats. He humped up, wanting it, driving into the touch. Rock's kiss went deeper as those strong fingers pulled at his waistband.
"We should take this to the couch." Dick was pulling his shirt off.
Rock nodded, then stood and picked him up, just like that.
Rig wrapped around his lover, hummed. "Merry Christmas, Blue."
"Merry Christmas, Rabbit." Rock put him down on the couch, Dick helping to pull the sweats right off him.
They sat, his legs wrapping around Rock's lap. Dick snugged up behind him. body hot, keeping him warm.
"Pretty." He couldn't stop smiling. "Oh, y'all. So good."
"The best," whispered Dick. "Every year just keeps getting better."
"Yeah." He licked Rock's lips. "Fuck, yeah."
"Fucking. Now there's a good plan."
Rock's mouth took his.He opened up, crying out into his Blue's lips. Their bodies slid together, Dick lying back and pulling him down, Rock following, pressing against both of them.
"Oh, fuck. Yes." This was where he belonged.
Right here.
Everyday of the year and twice as much on Christmas.
December 24, 2011
December 24
Happy Christmas Eve!
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Today is more Simon and Jeremy from Forged.
Simon hummed happily as he put together two hot chocolates and a plate of cookies. Still humming, he headed for the living room where his Jeremy was waiting by the tree for them to have their Christmas.
Jeremy was on the sofa, legs put aside, whistling happily. And loudly. Look how beautiful his lover was.
Simon handed over the hot chocolate and settled close.
"Hey. You ready to open? Now?"
"You're eager this morning. You didn't peek at yours before I wrapped it, did you?"
"Nope. Come on. Put your cocoa down and close your eyes."
"Put my..." He chuckled and put his mug on the table, then closed his eyes. "Okay."
"Merry Christmas, beautiful." His cheek was kissed and something soft, warm, and... wiggly was put in his hands.
He frowned, and his eyes flew open, going wide at the sight of a puppy in his lap. Pure white with bright, button-black eyes -- it was wagging furiously in his hands. It was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
He slid his hand over the puppies ears. "You... it.. a dog."
"Yes. It's a her. She's nine weeks old."
"She's lovely, Jeremy." He was stunned. And a little in love.
She lifted her nose toward him, so he bent, laughing as she licked him.
"She probably needs to go outside. She's been very patient, waiting in the basket."
"She's really ours?" It didn't seem quite real. No one had ever gotten him a gift like this before.
"She is. I met her parents, the breeder is exceptional." Jeremy was grinning, eyes warm and laughing.
"Oh, love, thank you." He leaned over and kissed Jeremy softly. "Can I put her in the yard to go? What's her name?"
"She's your puppy, Master, and yes, I checked the fence yesterday."
"I get to name her? What do you think I should call her? What kind is she? Will she get big or is she going to stay small?" He got up, still holding the dog.
"She's a samoyed. She'll get about fifty pounds, give or take."
"Would it be terribly cliche to call her Snowy?"
"Absolutely. And I love it." Jeremy started pulling dog stuff from behind him -- dishes, toys, a tiny bed.
He stopped Jeremy a moment to kiss him hard. "Thank you, love. I'll show my true appreciation later." He covered Snowy's ears and waggled his eyebrows.
"I bought her a crate, too. Everything you'll need."
"Thank you, love. Thank you. I'm thrilled. I really am."
"A man needs a dog."
"I need you. The dog is a bonus." He kissed Jeremy again, then headed for the back door to let Snowy out before she had her first accident.
A puppy.
His Jeremy had given him a puppy for Christmas.
It was like a movie.
A movie with a happy ending.
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Today is more Simon and Jeremy from Forged.
Simon hummed happily as he put together two hot chocolates and a plate of cookies. Still humming, he headed for the living room where his Jeremy was waiting by the tree for them to have their Christmas.
Jeremy was on the sofa, legs put aside, whistling happily. And loudly. Look how beautiful his lover was.
Simon handed over the hot chocolate and settled close.
"Hey. You ready to open? Now?"
"You're eager this morning. You didn't peek at yours before I wrapped it, did you?"
"Nope. Come on. Put your cocoa down and close your eyes."
"Put my..." He chuckled and put his mug on the table, then closed his eyes. "Okay."
"Merry Christmas, beautiful." His cheek was kissed and something soft, warm, and... wiggly was put in his hands.
He frowned, and his eyes flew open, going wide at the sight of a puppy in his lap. Pure white with bright, button-black eyes -- it was wagging furiously in his hands. It was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
He slid his hand over the puppies ears. "You... it.. a dog."
"Yes. It's a her. She's nine weeks old."
"She's lovely, Jeremy." He was stunned. And a little in love.
She lifted her nose toward him, so he bent, laughing as she licked him.
"She probably needs to go outside. She's been very patient, waiting in the basket."
"She's really ours?" It didn't seem quite real. No one had ever gotten him a gift like this before.
"She is. I met her parents, the breeder is exceptional." Jeremy was grinning, eyes warm and laughing.
"Oh, love, thank you." He leaned over and kissed Jeremy softly. "Can I put her in the yard to go? What's her name?"
"She's your puppy, Master, and yes, I checked the fence yesterday."
"I get to name her? What do you think I should call her? What kind is she? Will she get big or is she going to stay small?" He got up, still holding the dog.
"She's a samoyed. She'll get about fifty pounds, give or take."
"Would it be terribly cliche to call her Snowy?"
"Absolutely. And I love it." Jeremy started pulling dog stuff from behind him -- dishes, toys, a tiny bed.
He stopped Jeremy a moment to kiss him hard. "Thank you, love. I'll show my true appreciation later." He covered Snowy's ears and waggled his eyebrows.
"I bought her a crate, too. Everything you'll need."
"Thank you, love. Thank you. I'm thrilled. I really am."
"A man needs a dog."
"I need you. The dog is a bonus." He kissed Jeremy again, then headed for the back door to let Snowy out before she had her first accident.
A puppy.
His Jeremy had given him a puppy for Christmas.
It was like a movie.
A movie with a happy ending.
December 23, 2011
December 23
Today's smutty advent is Donny and Jeff from Daddy, Daddy and Me.
Donny wrapped another gift, humming happily.
The big tree in the big front room of the B&B was full; Santa was being very good to Robin and Kimmie this year. Of course it was their first year with each other and the kids, the first Christmas for their family.
He looked across at Jeff who was nearly buried in a pile of wrapping paper.
"I know we can't be out of tape..."
"Are you kidding me? We bought that jumbo pack with like five thousand rolls in it."
Jeff looked good, happy despite the kazillion presents they had to wrap.
"Santa is slacking on his job, making us wrap."
Donny laughed and scooted closer over to Jeff. "I think we need to take a break."
Dark eyes twinkled at him, and Jeff teetered, landing in his lap. Laughing some more -- and god, hadn't he been doing a lot of that lately -- he leaned over Jeff and brought their lips together. Jeff tasted like candy canes. Peppermint and sugar and sweetness. And under all that, Jeff. The man he loved.
Moaning, he deepened the kiss, the lights from the Christmas tree reflecting in Jeff's eyes. Jeff chuckled, licked into their kiss. Damn, that was hot.
"I got my Christmas present really early this year." A whole family, all of his own.
"I love you, babe." Jeff looked so happy.
"I love you, too." He nuzzled Jeff, pressing kisses over his face. "Thank you, by the way, for making my dreams come true."
"Hush. You're mine. I'm yours. It's good."
It always warmed him all the way through whenever Jeff said stuff like that.
He looked around and sighed. "We'd better get back to work if we don't want to still be at it when Robin comes down to see what Santa left him under the tree. Who's idea was it to get him all this stuff anyway?"
"Yours. Absolutely."
He laughed, because it was partly true. He'd never had kids of his own to buy Christmas gifts for before, though.
"I'm pretty sure you're the one who went nuts in the Duplo department."
"Nonsense." Jeff grinned. "Wait 'til Kimmie's old enough for the play kitchen."
"Oh, God..." He could see it, though, set up in the kitchen, Kimmie 'helping' Daddy at her little play kitchen...
"Yeah." He knew it, Jeff was imagining the same thing.
He leaned down again, resting his cheek against Jeff's as he looked at the tree. "Merry Christmas, Boss."
"Merry Christmas, Santa."
He laughed, happy down to his toes.
Merry Christmas indeed.
Donny wrapped another gift, humming happily.
The big tree in the big front room of the B&B was full; Santa was being very good to Robin and Kimmie this year. Of course it was their first year with each other and the kids, the first Christmas for their family.
He looked across at Jeff who was nearly buried in a pile of wrapping paper.
"I know we can't be out of tape..."
"Are you kidding me? We bought that jumbo pack with like five thousand rolls in it."
Jeff looked good, happy despite the kazillion presents they had to wrap.
"Santa is slacking on his job, making us wrap."
Donny laughed and scooted closer over to Jeff. "I think we need to take a break."
Dark eyes twinkled at him, and Jeff teetered, landing in his lap. Laughing some more -- and god, hadn't he been doing a lot of that lately -- he leaned over Jeff and brought their lips together. Jeff tasted like candy canes. Peppermint and sugar and sweetness. And under all that, Jeff. The man he loved.
Moaning, he deepened the kiss, the lights from the Christmas tree reflecting in Jeff's eyes. Jeff chuckled, licked into their kiss. Damn, that was hot.
"I got my Christmas present really early this year." A whole family, all of his own.
"I love you, babe." Jeff looked so happy.
"I love you, too." He nuzzled Jeff, pressing kisses over his face. "Thank you, by the way, for making my dreams come true."
"Hush. You're mine. I'm yours. It's good."
It always warmed him all the way through whenever Jeff said stuff like that.
He looked around and sighed. "We'd better get back to work if we don't want to still be at it when Robin comes down to see what Santa left him under the tree. Who's idea was it to get him all this stuff anyway?"
"Yours. Absolutely."
He laughed, because it was partly true. He'd never had kids of his own to buy Christmas gifts for before, though.
"I'm pretty sure you're the one who went nuts in the Duplo department."
"Nonsense." Jeff grinned. "Wait 'til Kimmie's old enough for the play kitchen."
"Oh, God..." He could see it, though, set up in the kitchen, Kimmie 'helping' Daddy at her little play kitchen...
"Yeah." He knew it, Jeff was imagining the same thing.
He leaned down again, resting his cheek against Jeff's as he looked at the tree. "Merry Christmas, Boss."
"Merry Christmas, Santa."
He laughed, happy down to his toes.
Merry Christmas indeed.
December 22, 2011
December 22
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December 21, 2011
December 21
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Today's smutty advent is thanks to JM Cartwright for the inspiration of the boxer brief in question, which can be found here.
Rock finished his beer and raised an eyebrow as Dick handed over a present wrapped in shiny red paper. "It isn't Christmas yet. It isn't even Christmas Eve yet."
"Early present." The kid grinned at him, eyes twinkling with fucking mischief. "You can open it in the bedroom, but you have to promise to come out wearing the gift and only the gift, though."
Rock narrowed his eyes.
Dick rolled his. "It's nothing bad, I swear. And Rig is gonna love it."
He headed down the hall and he had to admit, he was curious now. Tearing open the paper, he started to chuckle when he saw the boxers. It was like a tuxedo for his groin, the bow tie and ruffles right over his prick. Okay, he could wear these. Once, anyway. And there had better be a blow job, or even two as a result.
He shucked his t-shirt and jeans and pulled on the baby blue underwear. It was made from that soft stretchy material and hugged his thighs, showing off his muscles. And highlighted his bulge.
Clearing his throat, he made his way back to the living room.
Rig was working on his laptop, tip-tapping away, and when those eyes looked up at him, the laugh lines wrinkled all around the edges. "Look who's all dressed up for Christmas."
He grinned and struck a pose, his muscles all rippling. "The kid got them for me. Or maybe for you."
"Uh-huh." Rig put the computer on the coffee table. "Merry Christmas to me." One long finger was quirked at him, Rig beckoning him over.
He headed for Rig, grinning.
"Make sure he gives you a twirl, the view from the back is ass-tounding." He could fucking hear the laughter in Dick's voice.
"The view is perfect, from right here." Rig moaned, fingers cupping his package as soon as he was in reach.
"It's looking pretty good from here, too." He grinned down at Rig, his voice going husky at that touch, his prick firming right up.
"Oh, is that for me?" Rig's cheek rubbed the tip of his cock, making his fucking toes curl.
"Uh-huh."
Dick came over and sat next to Rig on the couch. "Can I share?"
"Maybe." Rig winked. "Maybe if you're good."
Dick pouted and Rock chuckled. "I've got enough for both of you." The only thing better than a blow job from Rig was one from Rig and one from Dick.
Rig nuzzled his cock again. "He's got it where it counts."
"You know it. There isn't a model around who fills this bow out like I do."
Rig looked up at him, tongue wetting the briefs, right where he wanted it. "You know it."
Dick's hand reached around and stroked his ass, squeezed. Rock hummed at both of them. His fucking men knew how to make him feel good.
Rig's kisses started right under his bellybutton, soft, like featherlight. Dick's started just above his knee. Rock spread a little, finding his balance. His hand found Rig's head, fingers sliding through near-white curls. Then he found Dick's head with his other hand.
If he was very lucky, their mouths would meet in the middle, right where that bow tie was.
Today's smutty advent is thanks to JM Cartwright for the inspiration of the boxer brief in question, which can be found here.
Rock finished his beer and raised an eyebrow as Dick handed over a present wrapped in shiny red paper. "It isn't Christmas yet. It isn't even Christmas Eve yet."
"Early present." The kid grinned at him, eyes twinkling with fucking mischief. "You can open it in the bedroom, but you have to promise to come out wearing the gift and only the gift, though."
Rock narrowed his eyes.
Dick rolled his. "It's nothing bad, I swear. And Rig is gonna love it."
He headed down the hall and he had to admit, he was curious now. Tearing open the paper, he started to chuckle when he saw the boxers. It was like a tuxedo for his groin, the bow tie and ruffles right over his prick. Okay, he could wear these. Once, anyway. And there had better be a blow job, or even two as a result.
He shucked his t-shirt and jeans and pulled on the baby blue underwear. It was made from that soft stretchy material and hugged his thighs, showing off his muscles. And highlighted his bulge.
Clearing his throat, he made his way back to the living room.
Rig was working on his laptop, tip-tapping away, and when those eyes looked up at him, the laugh lines wrinkled all around the edges. "Look who's all dressed up for Christmas."
He grinned and struck a pose, his muscles all rippling. "The kid got them for me. Or maybe for you."
"Uh-huh." Rig put the computer on the coffee table. "Merry Christmas to me." One long finger was quirked at him, Rig beckoning him over.
He headed for Rig, grinning.
"Make sure he gives you a twirl, the view from the back is ass-tounding." He could fucking hear the laughter in Dick's voice.
"The view is perfect, from right here." Rig moaned, fingers cupping his package as soon as he was in reach.
"It's looking pretty good from here, too." He grinned down at Rig, his voice going husky at that touch, his prick firming right up.
"Oh, is that for me?" Rig's cheek rubbed the tip of his cock, making his fucking toes curl.
"Uh-huh."
Dick came over and sat next to Rig on the couch. "Can I share?"
"Maybe." Rig winked. "Maybe if you're good."
Dick pouted and Rock chuckled. "I've got enough for both of you." The only thing better than a blow job from Rig was one from Rig and one from Dick.
Rig nuzzled his cock again. "He's got it where it counts."
"You know it. There isn't a model around who fills this bow out like I do."
Rig looked up at him, tongue wetting the briefs, right where he wanted it. "You know it."
Dick's hand reached around and stroked his ass, squeezed. Rock hummed at both of them. His fucking men knew how to make him feel good.
Rig's kisses started right under his bellybutton, soft, like featherlight. Dick's started just above his knee. Rock spread a little, finding his balance. His hand found Rig's head, fingers sliding through near-white curls. Then he found Dick's head with his other hand.
If he was very lucky, their mouths would meet in the middle, right where that bow tie was.
Christmas Homecoming!
Grady's been waiting for over two years to see his lover, Joey, who's been deployed in Afghanistan. It looks like it's going to be Valentine's Day at the earliest before they're reunited, though. Oliver's been keeping Grady busy during the holiday season, and he just might have a Christmas surprise for Grady at the Hammer's annual Charity Auction that the man will never forget.
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December 20, 2011
December 20
Today is Marcus and Jim again from Bent. They were noisy this month.
We need to get a tree, Master." Jim looked at Marcus, who was being lazy about the whole decorate the house thing. Super lazy. Almost stubborn.
"A tree? What for?" He swore he saw a twinkle in his master's eye, but then it was gone.
"For Christmas. With lights. And ornaments." He was going to insist. Starbucks ornaments. Coffee cups. Giant glass coffee beans.
"Are you sure that's what you want, baby?"
"What?" He frowned. "Marcus?" This was silly.
Marcus chuckled, eyes twinkling away again as he opened his arms.
"You butthead!" He tackled Marcus, pinching that tight butt.
"Hey! That's my job!" Marcus laughed as they wrestled.
"You were being evil." He cracked up, making Marcus take every inch.
"I was teasing."
"You are a turkey."
"Gobble, gobble, gobble."
Jim cackled, kissing Marcus hard on the lips. "Come on, you. We're going. Now."
"Taskmaster."
"That's me. Taskmaster Jim. If you pick a good tree, I'll even let you take me to supper."
"Oh ho, you will, will you?" Marcus laughed and goosed him. "It's a deal.
"Let me grab a sweater." He kissed Marcus' cheek. "I'll be right down."
Marcus pulled him in, and turned his head, making the kiss deeper than he'd planned.
Oh.
Oh...
Jim moaned, hands sliding over Marcus' shoulders.
Marcus' hands slid to his ass, squeezed. "Maybe we should go get the tree tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" His butt went tight.
"Yes. I suddenly have plans for today."
"I... I like plans." He loved Marcus.
"You don't always like mine, but you always join me in them." Marcus kissed his nose.
"Always." Jim couldn't stop smiling.
Marcus smiled back at him, heat and love in his eyes.
Yeah.
Yeah, love.
He took Marcus' hand and let his master lead them upstairs.
We need to get a tree, Master." Jim looked at Marcus, who was being lazy about the whole decorate the house thing. Super lazy. Almost stubborn.
"A tree? What for?" He swore he saw a twinkle in his master's eye, but then it was gone.
"For Christmas. With lights. And ornaments." He was going to insist. Starbucks ornaments. Coffee cups. Giant glass coffee beans.
"Are you sure that's what you want, baby?"
"What?" He frowned. "Marcus?" This was silly.
Marcus chuckled, eyes twinkling away again as he opened his arms.
"You butthead!" He tackled Marcus, pinching that tight butt.
"Hey! That's my job!" Marcus laughed as they wrestled.
"You were being evil." He cracked up, making Marcus take every inch.
"I was teasing."
"You are a turkey."
"Gobble, gobble, gobble."
Jim cackled, kissing Marcus hard on the lips. "Come on, you. We're going. Now."
"Taskmaster."
"That's me. Taskmaster Jim. If you pick a good tree, I'll even let you take me to supper."
"Oh ho, you will, will you?" Marcus laughed and goosed him. "It's a deal.
"Let me grab a sweater." He kissed Marcus' cheek. "I'll be right down."
Marcus pulled him in, and turned his head, making the kiss deeper than he'd planned.
Oh.
Oh...
Jim moaned, hands sliding over Marcus' shoulders.
Marcus' hands slid to his ass, squeezed. "Maybe we should go get the tree tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" His butt went tight.
"Yes. I suddenly have plans for today."
"I... I like plans." He loved Marcus.
"You don't always like mine, but you always join me in them." Marcus kissed his nose.
"Always." Jim couldn't stop smiling.
Marcus smiled back at him, heat and love in his eyes.
Yeah.
Yeah, love.
He took Marcus' hand and let his master lead them upstairs.
December 19, 2011
December 19
Congrats to Maggie F, winner of the $10 Torquere Press Gift Certificate.
Today is Denny and Cain from the Hard Candy series.
"Denny, Denny, are you home?" Cain hurried in, eyes so wide they hurt at the corner.
"In the kitchen, darlin'."
"Oh, God. Do you know what happened? I went to see Jeren and he... Drake caught him jacking off over Thanksgiving and... He can't come 'til Christmas!" It was insane.
Denny started to chuckle. "It's only a month."
"It's a whole month. And Jeren said Drake... He... I..." Cain was stunned.
Denny took a hold of his shoulders and pulled him in, kissed him. "Deep breaths, darlin'"
"Oh." He melted, eyelids heavy as Denny stroked his scalp.
"Now, what did Jeren say about Drake?"
"He said..." He leaned up and whispered into Denny's ear. "He said Drake milked him. Made him come and come 'til he couldn't any more. A punishment. Jeren said he cried."
"What else did he say, darlin'?"
"Jeren said his balls ache and that Drake fucks him every morning, every night. He was wearing a plug, even. He was so... calm, Denny. It was just so weird." So different than him and Denny.
"He was calm, hmm? So just maybe Drake knows what he needs, hmm?"
"I guess. It just... You don't punish me."
"Because I don't need to. Darlin', Jeren deliberately pushes Drake to get what he wants. He wants to be punished, he needs it. You need love and care and most of all to know that I see you."
He kissed Denny's cheek, then noticed that something smelled so good. "What are you cooking?"
"Turkey and all the fixings. I thought I'd give our christmas menu a test drive."
"Oh, wow. It smells so yummy. Do you need me to help?"
"I would love to have your help." Denny reached down and grabbed his ass.
Cain giggled. "That's my butt, Denny."
"Well, yeah, but I want that, too."
"Okay." It was all Denny's anyway.
"And maybe after supper we can take a nice longer bath and do some touch ups."
"Yes, please." Oh, that sounded like magic. Like Heaven, being the object of Denny's focus.
"Good. And don't worry, darlin', I plan to let you come a lot between now and Christmas."
"Oh, good." They laughed together. "Now, how can I help with supper?"
Today is Denny and Cain from the Hard Candy series.
"Denny, Denny, are you home?" Cain hurried in, eyes so wide they hurt at the corner.
"In the kitchen, darlin'."
"Oh, God. Do you know what happened? I went to see Jeren and he... Drake caught him jacking off over Thanksgiving and... He can't come 'til Christmas!" It was insane.
Denny started to chuckle. "It's only a month."
"It's a whole month. And Jeren said Drake... He... I..." Cain was stunned.
Denny took a hold of his shoulders and pulled him in, kissed him. "Deep breaths, darlin'"
"Oh." He melted, eyelids heavy as Denny stroked his scalp.
"Now, what did Jeren say about Drake?"
"He said..." He leaned up and whispered into Denny's ear. "He said Drake milked him. Made him come and come 'til he couldn't any more. A punishment. Jeren said he cried."
"What else did he say, darlin'?"
"Jeren said his balls ache and that Drake fucks him every morning, every night. He was wearing a plug, even. He was so... calm, Denny. It was just so weird." So different than him and Denny.
"He was calm, hmm? So just maybe Drake knows what he needs, hmm?"
"I guess. It just... You don't punish me."
"Because I don't need to. Darlin', Jeren deliberately pushes Drake to get what he wants. He wants to be punished, he needs it. You need love and care and most of all to know that I see you."
He kissed Denny's cheek, then noticed that something smelled so good. "What are you cooking?"
"Turkey and all the fixings. I thought I'd give our christmas menu a test drive."
"Oh, wow. It smells so yummy. Do you need me to help?"
"I would love to have your help." Denny reached down and grabbed his ass.
Cain giggled. "That's my butt, Denny."
"Well, yeah, but I want that, too."
"Okay." It was all Denny's anyway.
"And maybe after supper we can take a nice longer bath and do some touch ups."
"Yes, please." Oh, that sounded like magic. Like Heaven, being the object of Denny's focus.
"Good. And don't worry, darlin', I plan to let you come a lot between now and Christmas."
"Oh, good." They laughed together. "Now, how can I help with supper?"
December 18, 2011
December 18
Two things today.
Thing the first are
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Thing the first are
Thing the second: win a copy of the S. Michael Changeling title of your choice. Send an email to me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com with "dec 18" in the subject line before the end of day Tuesday and I'll choose a winner on December 21.
December 17, 2011
December 17
Adam and Matt from Sold
They were snowed in.
The road to the Briar was impassable and they hadn't bothered to shovel off the front porch, the front steps or use the snowblower on the driveway. There wasn't any point. It wasn't like they had guests coming yet and they were stocked with everything they needed. They still had electricity, even, the lights on the tree twinkling in the darkness.
Dawn was still a couple hours away, but he and Adam were up, drinking hot chocolate and admiring the tree, the wrapped gifts beneath, and enjoying the warmth from the fireplace. Matt tugged Adam closer, and breathed in, enjoying Adam's scent.
"This is like a dream." Adam kissed his jaw.
"It is, isn't it? A dream where we're the only two people who exist."
"Mmm. You. Me. Our home." Adam wriggled, ending in his lap.
He laughed, burying his face in Adam's neck and breathing his lover in. "And some presents, all ready to be opened under the tree." He squeezed Adam tight. "Nothing under there can compare to the gift I have here in my arms right now, though."
"Flatterer." Adam sounded so satisfied.
"No, it's the truth."
"My Master." Adam's smile was amazing.
"My Adam." He didn't repeat the words, but he couldn't help thinking them again, that this man in his arms was the best gift he could have ever asked for or received. "Merry Christmas, lovely."
"Yes. Yes, it is."
They cuddled together, watching the snow fall.
They were snowed in.
The road to the Briar was impassable and they hadn't bothered to shovel off the front porch, the front steps or use the snowblower on the driveway. There wasn't any point. It wasn't like they had guests coming yet and they were stocked with everything they needed. They still had electricity, even, the lights on the tree twinkling in the darkness.
Dawn was still a couple hours away, but he and Adam were up, drinking hot chocolate and admiring the tree, the wrapped gifts beneath, and enjoying the warmth from the fireplace. Matt tugged Adam closer, and breathed in, enjoying Adam's scent.
"This is like a dream." Adam kissed his jaw.
"It is, isn't it? A dream where we're the only two people who exist."
"Mmm. You. Me. Our home." Adam wriggled, ending in his lap.
He laughed, burying his face in Adam's neck and breathing his lover in. "And some presents, all ready to be opened under the tree." He squeezed Adam tight. "Nothing under there can compare to the gift I have here in my arms right now, though."
"Flatterer." Adam sounded so satisfied.
"No, it's the truth."
"My Master." Adam's smile was amazing.
"My Adam." He didn't repeat the words, but he couldn't help thinking them again, that this man in his arms was the best gift he could have ever asked for or received. "Merry Christmas, lovely."
"Yes. Yes, it is."
They cuddled together, watching the snow fall.
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