by Jayce Ellis
“You won’t. I want all of you.” Keni stammered out the words before climbing onto the mattress, rolling to his back, and spreading his arms and legs wide. He didn’t want to give Sean anywhere to go but directly on top of him.
Sean obliged, settling his full weight on Keni. He groaned, spreading his legs even wider and wrapping his arms around Sean’s back. “Too many clothes.”
Sean solved that problem in a hurry, stripping with alarming alacrity before divesting Keni of his jock, leaving them naked together at last. Sean ran a hand up the inside of Keni’s thighs, cupping his dick with a firm grip. Keni arched into the touch, gripping the sheets and pressing his neck into the pillows.
“Beautiful,” Sean whispered again before swallowing Keni to the root. He yelped, his hands coming almost instinctively to the back of Sean’s head to hold him there while he pumped into his mouth. God, he was so close.
“Sean. Sean, oh God, you’ve gotta—” A jolt of pure pleasure shot through him, and Keni nearly kicked Sean to dislodge him.
“What?” Sean asked, a worried frown on his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Keni shook his head, words momentarily failing him. “Inside. Want you to come inside. Want to come, you inside.”
Sean’s frown deepened before his face cleared and he laughed. “You want to come with me inside you?”
Keni managed a small nod. “Yeah, that.”
Sean climbed off the bed and walked to the dresser. Keni took the moment to admire his ass and wondered if Sean would let him top. It wasn’t something he did often, but the very idea made his mouth water.
Sean returned with condoms and lube. He strapped up and rubbed lube generously on his cock, and Keni thought for moment of what it would be like to just watch him do that until completion. God, his imagination had no limit when it came to this man.
“You sure about this, baby?” Sean asked as he settled beside him again.
“Yes. For the love of all that is holy, yes.”
Sean laughed, then popped open the lube again and coated his fingers with it. He massaged Keni’s hole and inserted one finger, loosening Keni up gently.
Keni grabbed his wrist and laid it on the bed beside him. “Now. I need you now.”
Sean took him at his word, lining up his cock before pressing in slowly. He paused when he met resistance, and Keni took a few deep, shuddering breaths before exhaling and pushing out. They both groaned, the sensation of fullness bordering on overwhelming.
When he was fully seated, Sean propped himself up on his elbows. “This is real, isn’t it?”
“Realest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Good.” Sean took Keni’s lips, rocking slowly in and out of him. Keni kneaded the muscles in Sean’s back, ran his hands over Sean’s ass, then set his ankles on Sean’s back. “Faster.”
That was all it took to let Sean off his leash. He grabbed Keni’s hands and held them over his head, his thrusts turning sharper, pounding. Keni dug his heels into the mattress and thrust up while Sean leaned down, grazing over Keni’s cock.
When Sean’s head dropped to Keni’s neck and he kissed the hollow, it was all over. Keni tightened and came with a shout, his release coating both of their stomachs. Sean’s speed increased, and he thrust harder and deeper before he stilled, pinning Keni down almost to the point of pain, and groaned through his orgasm.
They lay like that, panting, for a few minutes before Sean gently pulled out. “Be right back.” He returned with a warm washcloth and wiped Keni down, then went back to the bathroom. Keni barely kept his eyes open while he waited for Sean to return. Sean laughed softly; then Keni was manhandled just long enough to pull the sheets down and for Sean to tuck him in. He climbed in next to him and drew Keni to his chest. “Sleep, now.”
“The petite performance is tomorrow,” Keni muttered, feeling his own voice turn thick with exhaustion. “You coming?”
“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
SEAN HAD to admit, if only to himself, that Keni was adorable when he was grumpy. They’d woken tangled in each other’s arms, having made love two more times during the night, including Keni topping him, an experience Sean couldn’t wait to repeat. But Keni complained at breakfast that his ass was sore, and Sean hadn’t been able to hold in the peals of laughter. Keni’d thrown a croissant at him, even as his shoulders shook with his own laughs. It was awe-inspiring how comfortable Sean was with Keni in his home. No one other than family had ever spent the night, and waking up next to Keni was an experience Sean was eager to replicate time and again. Even Shayna and Cameron’s arrival hadn’t been awkward. Until, that is, Cameron had claimed he was going to pimp Keni for free lessons. That word had not gone over well with his mother.
Now the four of them were in Sean’s truck, heading to the studio for the kids’ performance. They had an hour to go, and Keni was just as, if not more, excited about this than he’d been while rehearsing for the main one.
“You really love this, don’t you?” Sean asked as he pulled into the lot.
Keni smiled. “Performing for the kids? Seeing their faces light up with joy? Yeah, it’s the best part of this gig.”
Behind them, Cameron grinned and nodded. “That’s how I got into it. Watching them dance and thinking I could do it too.”
Sean looked in his rearview mirror at Shayna, who stared at her son with endless amounts of pride. Keni reached across and squeezed Sean’s hand. He flipped his palm over and laced their fingers together, pulling Keni closer, then pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Go get ’em.”
Keni beamed, then hopped out of the car and jogged up the steps.
The rest of them climbed out, and Sean wrapped an arm around Shayna. “Thank you. In case I forget to say it, thank you for meddling.”
“Thank Cameron. Once the idea of you two getting together got in his system, there was no stopping him.”
“Then I owe him dinner out.”
“At least,” Cameron called over his shoulder as he caught up with one of his friends and ran inside ahead of them.
The studio for this performance was packed, with an intimacy that the auditorium lacked. Given how close the dancers were to the audience, Sean wondered if Keni was even more nervous. Cameron sat on the floor in front of the first row of chairs along with other kids ranging from approximately three up to twelve. Sean and Shayna found seats farther back.
For the next hour, Sean watched Keni dance. Just as majestic as the night before, but with a smile on his face that couldn’t be faked. Around him, the kids ooohhed and ahhhed at the props he’d designed, almost as much as they ooohhed and ahhhed at Keni twirling Allison across the stage.
“You did an amazing job,” Shayna whispered next to him.
“Thanks, sis. I’m glad it came together well.”
When it was over, thankfully right before one of the babies let loose a wrenching peal of dissatisfaction, the crowd stood and applauded, and Keni and Allison walked to the front, clapping back to the audience.
Naveed bounded to the front from wherever he’d been hiding and grinned. “This wouldn’t be possible without everyone here who has volunteered their time and services to put on this production. We are so honored to be able to do this for the younger kids and families, who may not have the time or ability to sit through a full two-and-a-half-hour performance. These two,” he said, pointing to Keni and Allison, “are our actual Nutcracker Prince and Snow Queen. They finished their performances last night and turned around to be here for you guys today.” The crowd roared its approval. “But as you can see,” Naveed continued, sweeping his arm across the stage, “we had considerable help putting together the design that made the production larger-than-life. So I’d like to take a moment to call onto stage Sean Edwards, who designed the set for us in, if you can believe it, less than two weeks.”
Sean wanted to stay rooted where he was, but Shayna pushed him forward. Around him, parents clapped and patted his back, while Cameron went wild from the floo
r. Keni smiled, and the pride, maybe more, in his eyes, was unmistakable. Sean shook Naveed’s outstretched hand when he got to the front, and then Keni reached across and tugged him close, planting a loud, smacking kiss against his cheek.
Sean tensed, waiting for the crowd’s reaction. Then one child burst out, “Kissing is gross. I’m never kissing anyone ever! That’s just ewww.”
A chorus of “ewww” from the kids sounded through the auditorium, and Sean, Keni, and the parents laughed.
“Thank you all for coming,” Naveed said, opening his arms to the crowd. “Happy holidays to you all, and we’ll see you next year.”
The crowd dispersed, and Keni turned to Sean. “So, I guess we got a year to get used to this whole being together thing, so nobody worries about it throwing me off my game, right?”
Sean bent down and took Keni’s lips in a soft kiss. “I guess we do.”
JAYCE ELLIS has three loves: her husband and her two turtles. Hubby loves her back. The turtles she’s not so sure about, but they do love their sports (Oakland/Bay Area teams FTW!). She still hasn’t figured out why she lives in Northern Virginia, where there’s weather, instead of her home state of California, or even Mr. Jayce’s Florida, where it’s just… pretty. Jayce spends her days breaking up happily married couples (or so she’s been told, but really, what do exes know anyway?), and her nights talking maniacally to herself. Thankfully the recorder catches her ramblings and turns them into words on a screen. Magic! Because really, painting nails is way easier when you don’t actually have to type, and with well over 500 polishes to get through, there’s a lot of painting going on.
Notwithstanding her no-good, very bad, horrible day job, Jayce seriously believes that true love conquers all. Even Malificent said it. Sure, she was having an epic Mean Girls moment at the time, but she was right. The only thing Jayce loves more than writing about it is hearing from readers who feel the same way. Drop her a line; she’d love to hear from you.
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By Jayce Ellis
The Carpenter’s Prince
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