Sean Michael's Blog, page 74

two Christmas stories out

It's Christmas Charity Auction time again at the Hammer Club, and this year Oliver has convinced Kein to put a couple of hours of time up for bid. Kein, confidence shattered by his Dom leaving him, is worried that no one will want him, even just for a couple hours of service.

Mac is attending the auction for the first time, and he's drawn to Kein as soon as the beautiful sub walks onto the stage. His is the winning bid, and he and Kein retire to one of the back rooms to have dinner and get to know each other better.

Will sparks fly between them? Could Mac and Kein be each other's Christmas angels?

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Jenny adores her husband and Dom, Greg, and she's looking for just the right Christmas gift for him. Lucky for her, her friend Luke has been lusting over her and Greg for a while now and is more than willing to let Jenny wrap him up as the best Christmas present ever.

When Greg gets home, he finds Jenny all wrapped up in red silk, and Luke bound to the wall wearing little more than bells and ribbons. Luke promises to be the best Christmas gift they've ever shared, and Greg's sure it'll be the hottest holiday, too!

This one is m/m/f -- buy it here.

Jarheads

"So kid."

Dick looked up from his book and grinned, stretched. "Yeah?"

Rock rolled his eyes. Dick knew exactly what he wanted. Kid was going to make him say it, though, he just knew it from the way butter wouldn't melt in Dick's mouth.

He knew something that would, though, and somehow, just at this moment, fucking Dick's mouth was suddenly more important than what they were going to get Rig for Christmas.

Dick's smile changed from trying for innocent and waiting to hungry just like that and the kid crooked his finger and made come here motions, hands going for his belt as soon as he was close enough to reach.

Groaning as Dick took his cock in, Rock couldn't help but be grateful that his men knew exactly what he wanted without him ever having to say a word.

And how exactly did one find a gift that expressed that?

Bake, Darius and Devin

Bake climbed out of his truck and dragged his ass inside.

Whose stupid idea had it been to accept jobs setting up people's Christmas lights and shit? Oh yeah, his.

Which meant he and Bean had been working double time just to keep up ever since Thanksgiving and he was, quite frankly, feeling less than festive at this point. In fact if he never saw another Christmas light... He ignored the fifty-million watt display Devin had talked him into at the beginning of December lighting up their front yard.

He let himself in and was hit by the most amazing smell -- sugar and dough and god knew what else assaulted him and he literally groaned in delight as his mouth started watering. He heard laughter and music, his boys singing together, playing. Suddenly his aches melted away and his mood improved a hundred fold.

He headed toward the kitchen where the noise and obvious warmth were coming from.

Two beautiful boys turned to him, smiling, laughing, loving him, and two sets of arms drew him in. "Bake! Welcome home!"

Oh.

Oh, hell yeah.

Welcome home.

Denny and Cain

Cain grabbed a candy cane, sucking the end idly as he worked on his comic, inking happily.

"Mmm. Darlin', I do like the way you suck on that."

"Hmm?" He looked up, his lips popping off the end.

Denny groaned and came over to him, reaching out. One finger slid along his lower lip. "Sexy." Then Denny grinned. "Of course, you also need a shave."

"I do not." He chuckled, kissed Denny's finger.

"You do." Denny's fingers stroked at his cheeks.

His pen clattered to the desk, along with the candy cane.

"Oh, good. I was hoping now would be a good time."

He reached up, nodded. Now.

Now.

Denny's mouth landed on his, tongue pushing into his mouth, taking it.

He didn't need a candy cane.

The candy boys can be found at Cherry Sours, Lemon Drops, Sweet Tart and Licorice Whips

Richmond and Nat

Richmond wrapped the bright red tissue around the paddle. He'd had it made, Monk carving his initial's into the leather so that when he spanked Nat with it, it would leave his unmistakable mark on that beautiful ass. He decorated the package with silver ribbons.

"Master? Master, are you home?"

"Mmm." Pleasure went through him just at the sound of Nat's voice. "In here."

"Stay there. Don't come out."

"What was that?" What was his boy up to?

"Stay. I have your holiday gift. Don't come out."

"Ah. Well, I have yours here. Instead of sitting in separate rooms, we could come together and exchange them."

"I haven't wrapped it!"

"Ah... Waiting for the last minute, hmm?" He chuckled as he said the words as he's only just wrapped his own gift for Nat.

"Sorta..."

One of his eyebrows raised. There was mischief in that voice.

"I think you'd better hurry and get it wrapped before I decide it's a bad idea to leave you alone out there for any longer."

"You stay."

He laughed. "Don't forget who is the master here."

"Uh-huh. Stay."

"Careful, boy."

He heard giggles, then a whispered 'hurry up!'

Richmond frowned and stood. "Nat?"

"Don't you come in here!"

He growled. "Nat! You are going to get such a spanking later."

That made more giggles happen, Nat whispering, "Hush!"

"You have until the count of five, boy."

"Go. Go, guys. I'm good."

"Am I allowed in yet?" He turned his gift for Nat in his hand, planning on using it as soon as it was opened.

"Yes. Yes, Master."

He opened the door to a vision -- his boy, spread and suspended mid-air with straps, completely bared except for the shock of red hair, cock bound, hole oddly empty.

"Oh fuck." His cock went immediately, painfully hard.

"Master."

"Yes. Yes, Nat. I'm right here." He walked around so Nat could see his face, so they could look into each other's eyes. "Right here."

"Happy holiday." No eyebrows, no eyelashes, just those huge eyes.

"Oh, fuck. Nat. You are..." He shook his head and took a breath. "Utterly stunning."

"Yours. Yours, Master."

"Oh, yes. You are mine. Shall we count the ways?"

He was going to prove it to Nat over and over again until they were both too exhausted to even know what day it was.

Richmond and Nat are from Anything for a Byline.

Tony and Naomi

(as I missed yesterday, there's two today)

Tony added a splash of red to his canvas, the paint hitting white with a satisfying effect, both visually and audibly. Nice. He looked at his palette, the green calling to him next. He dipped his paintbrush into it and swirled it around, making sure to pick up a lot of paint.

Something nagged at him from the back of his mind. Like there was something he was forgetting. He heard whistling in the house, soft and low, weirdly familiar.

A drop of green fell from his paintbrush, landing on his foot. He contemplated it for a second before shaking it off and giving his paintbrush a twist. The paint flew from it to land on the canvas. The green made a perfect complement to the red already there.

He kept going, losing himself in the swirl and ebb of the paint until the scents of ginger and cinnamon and nutmeg started encroaching on him. Mmm... brown. Light and reddish brown and that funny almost yellow brown. His stomach growled as he found the colors he was looking for.

The next scent was coffee -- rich and strong and close. His muse. She brought him coffee. He looked over. And... gingerbread men?

Frowning, he put down his brush and padded toward the smells. Kitchen. They were coming from the kitchen.

He saw Naomi, a bright red apron around her swollen belly. His babies were in there. His. Two of them. Christmas carols were coming from the little radio in the window, Naomi whistling along to the tunes.

Christmas! He knew he'd forgotten something.

Then she turned and saw him, smiled. It didn't matter.

He opened his arms and she flew into them. They had all they needed right here.

Tony and Naomi (m/f) are from Storm in the Desert

Treat and Killian

Killian leaned against the window, looking out into the street, looking at the lights, the fog. Things just weren't bright like they had been.

Treat's arms came around him, his lover's body covering his back like a well-loved blanket.

"I miss him." Still.

"I know, Kil." Treat pressed a soft kiss to the skin just below his ear. "Close your eyes."

He nodded, eyes falling shut. "'kay."

"You remember how he smelled?"

He opened his lips to answer, but his throat was too tight to speak, so he just nodded. Their boy had been sweet. So sweet.

"Can you smell him now? Smell that sugar and caramel scent of him?"

Killian couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but stand there, tears streaking his cheeks.

"He's right here with us, Kil. As long as you remember him, he's still here."

"Promise me I'll die first, that you won't leave me here." It was selfish, but it was Christmas.

"I promise not to leave you, Kil. And Peter will be waiting for you when you go." Treat bit his earlobe. "But you have to promise you won't leave me too soon."

"I swear. I swear, baby. Not until we're old."

"We're good, then." Treat kissed him again. "We're good and we have each other and he's right here." Treat's hand slid over his chest, rested over his heart. "He hasn't left us."

"I hope not."

"He hasn't, Kil. He won't. He's still ours."

He squeezed Treat's hand, eyes on the lights, and tried to believe.

Trip and Bones

Trip braided the vines together, cursing as they broke in his hands again.

God damn it.

All he wanted was to make a stupid hair band for Bones. Just a little something for Christmas. Because their fucking supply drop hadn't happened, which meant the gift he'd made a special effort to get hadn't arrived either.

There were times he missed civilization.

Not often, mind you, but this was one of them.

He could hear Bones singing down by the river, too -- Silent Night in Spanish. He sat for a few minutes, just listening, smiling. Okay, so he didn't miss civilization all that much at all. Especially when he considered that Bones was probably naked in the water.

He put down the vines and headed toward the sound. Naked, with that long hair loose and flowing and shining in the sun. He sped his steps, almost running now. What was he thinking? Making the man a band to hide that hair? Fuck that.

He got to the water, taking a moment to admire the long back, the firm buttocks. The white gold hair, heavy with water. Bones slid back into the water, dunking his head. Trip groaned happily and started stripping.

He had the best gift ever for Bones and the man didn't have to wait for Christmas to get it.

Trip and Bones are from Tripwire.

Billy and Montana

Billy hummed as he polished his gift for Montana.

It was a new cock cage, made out of gold, the metal not soft, but definitely not as hard as the metal one Tanny already had. This one had been custom made, as well, so it would fit perfectly, and allow his boy to grow, just a little bit before any erection would be stopped.

It was also engraved across the top so that Tanny would always be able to see the word there.

It simply said "Billy's."

He finished polishing it and wrapped it in felt and then shinny paper with red-nosed reindeer on it.

He put the gift under the tree that brightened up their living room and smiled. "Merry Christmas, my Montana."

Simon and Jeremy

"Simon!" He grabbed the edge of the mantle, muscles creaking. "Simon! Help!"

So, stretching on the new legs? Bad. Really.

"SIMON! I'm gonna take out the tree!"

Simon came running, nearly barelling into him. Strong arms wrapped around him, balancing him, rocking them both together.

"Are you okay, love?"

"Am now. I was falling." He still wasn't 100% stable.

"I have you." Simon patted his ass.

"Be good, now, honey." Mmm.

Simon's eyes twinkled up at him. "And here I thought was being very good."

"Help me put the star on the tree?"

"Yeah, I'll keep you steady." Simon grabbed the star and then, one arm around his waist, helped him get up close to the tree.

He got the star up there, heart beating just a little fast. "Thanks."

"Mmm." Simon rubbed his cheek against Jeremy's chest. "Anytime, love. It looks good."

"It does." He kissed the top of Simon's head. "Merry merry."

Simon's hand slid around the back of his head and pulled him down for another kiss -- a long, slow one with lots of tongue.

"Now it's merry."

Simon and Jeremy are from Forged.