Smutty advent - December 14

I've got some Jarheads for y'all just below. First -- I've got a guest post on Marie Treanor's Chrismtas Party today, including a contest.

Smutty Advent -- December 14

Rig turned the iPod up louder, singing happily as he worked on setting up the tree. His men would be home soon from the gym and there was chili done, hot chocolate at the ready, even a huge batch of cookies from Helen.

The dogs suddenly headed for the front door, barking happily, tails wagging like mad; his men were home. He turned the lights on, nodded. That part was done.

"We're home," called Rock, coming in.

"You started the tree," Dick noted.

"Just got it upright and lit. It's good, to have days off."

"I can think of better things to do than the tree." Rock waggled his eyebrows.

Dick laughed.

"There's chili, hot chocolate, cookies..." he noted.

"Blow jobs?" asked Rock, voice hopeful.

Dick's laughter increased.

Rig arched an eyebrow. "I'm giving up sex for Lent."

Rock frowned. "That's not now -- that's Valentine's day."

Dick was going to hurt something soon if he kept cackling like that.

"Easter, Blue. That's Easter." He chuckled, tickled.

"No, I'm pretty sure Easter has the Bunny." Rock grinned, hands sliding around his waist.

"Mmm. Hop hop hop." He pressed close. "Hey, Rocketman. Kiss me hello."

Rock did, mouth dropping over his. The lights dimmed, his world tightening to that hungry kiss. One big hand dropped to his ass and pulled him in close against Rock's solid muscles. Oh, merry Christmas to him.

Dick pressed up behind him, mouth sliding on his neck. He moaned, groaned low into Rock's lips. Dick and Rick started to move, rocking into him, back and forth. Rig melted, letting them hold him, move him.

Rock's lips left his for a moment, Dick and Rock of them kissing over his shoulder before Rock's mouth found his again.

"Hungry tonight." Not that he wasn't.

"You did the lights so I don't have to, makes you the sexiest man alive."

Oh, now, that did make him smile. "Flatterer."

"You're underestimating how much I hate those fucking lights."

"I know about the lights, Rock. Dick's promised to do the outside tomorrow while we watch and heckle."

Rock looked at Dick who laughed and nodded. "I've been promised you'll both do me once they're up."

"Fuck yeah, works for me." Rock grinned and took his mouth again.

His own personal Grinch. Rig loved it. Dick's tongue flicked back and forth across his earlobe. Rock even had his own little dog. Oh, he'd probably keep that thought from Dick, though.

Just then his Pretty found the spot on his neck that made him a little crazy. Rig's eyes crossed and he jerked, humping Rock's thigh. Rumbling, Rock rubbed back, encouraging his movements.

"Want." Not like Rock didn't know that, but that wasn't the point.

"Uh-huh."

"Couch. Naked," suggested Dick.

"Uh-huh," repeated Rock.

"Good idea." Chili could wait.

So could the tree.