by Lily Harlem
“You ready?” I asked, desperation clawing at my willpower.
“I’ve been waiting for you all my life,” he gasped.
Gritting my teeth and willing myself to take it slow, I forced my hips forward. We didn’t take our gazes from each other as I pushed at his quivering entrance. I couldn’t breathe, my mind was firing in a million different directions, all that existed was Todd, Todd and me becoming one, in and around each other. I gained the first fraction of entry, more of a purchase on where I was going than any depth.
“Slacken up for me,” I whispered. “Don’t fight it.”
“I’m not, I’m just so fucking turned-on.”
“Me, too. Damn, I just want to ride into you, so high, so fast.”
“So do it.”
Oh, the sweetest offer of my life.
I forced myself to resist. “No, Todd, not yet, relax some more.” I had one arm braced on the bed but with the other I smoothed his hair. “Relax, bear down at little.”
I kept up the forward force of my hips and felt his asshole give. A sweet opening that was expanding around the tip of my cock. “Ah, fuck, yeah, that’s it,” I gasped.
“More, I need more.” His eyes were wide, his nostrils flaring with each breath.
I gave him more, pushing, sliding, gliding on the lube, my cock invading his darkest, sexiest place. “You okay?” I managed after my glans popped in.
“It’s better…than I ever…imagined.”
“You’re hot,” I said. “So fucking hot in here. Hot and tight.”
“Ride me how you want to, please, Matthew, how you want to do it.”
“In a minute, fuck, yeah, in a minute.” I had to fill him fully first. Make sure he could handle the entire thick length of my dick. I dropped down, kissed him and began a slow, sure ride to full penetration.
He moaned into my mouth, adjusted his leg that was high on my shoulder and bent the other up to grip my ribs. He was curled up beneath me, it was beautiful to have him like this, open and exposed and completely trusting.
Finally, I reached maximum depth. I’d claimed him, taken him as mine. The scorching heat of his insides was clasping my conquering cock, the breaths I expired became his breaths. It had been so long since I’d fucked. So long and now that I was inside such a beautiful, loving man I could have wept with happiness.
Except I didn’t, I had needs to attend to. And like a guy given a feast after a fast, I suddenly didn’t know where to start. I wanted everything at once. The slow ride and the loving kisses and the full-on, no-holds-barred, carnal shagging—the sort that made me think I wouldn’t stop coming until either my head or my cock blew up.
Carefully I withdrew so just my glans was seated inside him. “I’m gonna give you it real good now, okay, think you can handle it?”
“I can handle whatever you can throw at me,” he said gruffly. “Just get on with it.”
Fuck, he was a demanding bastard. I loved it.
A sudden burn of determination seared up my spine and I shoved back in. Todd cried out but his huff of expelled breath cut short the sound.
“This how you want it?” I asked, pulling back then tunneling to the hilt once more.
“Fuck yeah…like that…that’s just right. As hard as you can.”
He could barely get the words out, I was barging into him so vigorously. Over and over, fucking his hole, fucking him, balls-deep each time. I was on my climb. Heading toward that magical moment of fusion between mind and body.
Todd clawed at my shoulders, raised his hips for more. I gave him every last piece of me. My deep, pressing strokes pounded at his hot spot and my pubis raked over his cock.
“Ah, yeah, I’m there,” he shouted, screwing up his eyes. “Fuck it, I’m coming again.”
I pounded on and on, his lustful groans of release turning staccato with my near violent shunts. He shuddered through his orgasm, gripping my biceps so hard I knew there’d be bruises. Not that I cared.
Warmth hit my stomach, his cum spattering between our rutting bodies. The sticky heat tipped me over the edge and my moment finally arrived. My balls shot their load into the condom, into Todd.
I yelled out, ecstasy stealing any comprehensible language I once possessed. God, his pulsing, narrow sphincter was like a cock ring, squeezing so tight and maximizing the exquisite sensation of my cum firing up the center of my shaft. It was bliss, better than bliss, it was paradise. Making love to Todd was the most amazing experience of my life.
“Ah, ah, yeah, fuck…” I arched into him, pumping out every last little drip of semen into his gripping depths. I was shaking, my breaths ragged and hard to catch, it was as though my climax had ripped all of the air from my lungs.
“Matthew, that’s fucking awesome,” he panted, reaching up and cupping my face. “So intense to feel you coming inside me. To see your eyes glaze.”
I stilled. “Tell me about it.” A sheen of sweat sat on his top lip and forehead. He looked more beautiful than ever, all flushed and hot from our lovemaking. “I hope it was everything you’ve been thinking about,” I managed, wishing I could capture the way he looked right now with my camera.
“More, so much more. Just like when we first kissed. It blew my mind.” He shifted beneath me and pulled in a deep breath.
I unhooked his leg from my shoulder and sat back, being careful to keep my cock lodged inside him.
Trailing my finger through the warm cum on his bricked abdomen in a lazy spiral shape, I stared at our joined bodies. It was a wonderful sight—me buried balls-deep in his ass, his cock spent and lying on his sweat-damp, golden pubic hair and his sac drained and deflated. I lifted my finger to my mouth, licked his cum from the tip and smiled down at him. “Then we’ll have to make sure we do it again sometime.”
Epilogue
“Merry Christmas,” Todd said, winding his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
“You, too.” I turned and caught his mouth. He tasted of toothpaste and smelled of his fresh cologne.
He sighed, pressed into me and pulled me close. The kiss deepened and my stubbled chin scraped across his freshly shaven skin.
“Hey, you two, what did I say yesterday about taking those PDAs to your room?” Gareth yelled.
I broke our kiss but didn’t let go of Todd. “Yeah, yeah,” I said with a grin. “But it’s our first Christmas morning together. Give us a break.”
“More like afternoon,” Joel said, looking at his watch. “I swear, Todd, you could sleep for the USA in the Olympics, never mind hockey.”
He shrugged and reached for coffee. “Sorry, it’s been a hell of a week, and the game against the Vipers took it out of me.”
“Yeah, not the best score in the world,” Colin said. “But I guess the Rangers can take a draw.”
“Sure they can,” Joel said. “They’re points ahead on the table.”
Raymond jumped up and clapped his hands, signaling an end to hockey speak. “Well, now Todd’s awake it’s time to open presents. Come on.” He walked over to the Christmas tree. It was decorated in red, blue and white in honor of the Rangers, an idea Colin and Joel had hatched as soon as Todd had agreed to spend the holiday at Breezy View.
The tall spruce had been set in front of the enormous window that looked out over the ocean, which today was gray and still with a blanket of mist hanging over it making the horizon indiscernible. Beneath the tree was a pile of presents all carefully transported from New York over the last few days as we’d each arrived at the Cape.
“Here you go,” Raymond said, passing a box to Gareth.
“Thanks,” Gareth said, tugging at the blue bow. He unwrapped it to reveal a photography book and a Tom Hanks autobiography.
“Thanks, Raymond, perfect.”
“And for you, Matthew.” Raymond passed me a bottle-shaped gift. “Oh, I feel like Santa, handing out the presents.” He laughed excitedly.
I peeled back the wrapping paper to reveal a bottle of wine called Matthew’s Cellar. “Where
did you find that?” I asked, laughing. “That’s brilliant.”
Raymond rubbed his hands together. “That would be telling.”
More presents were handed around. Joel put on Christmas music and tied tinsel around Rufus’ collar. Rufus then chased his tail and barked excitedly when he opened his chewy bone.
Todd gave me a Rangers fleecy jacket with number six embroidered on the sleeve and a bottle of Raw.
“Really?” I said, laughing. “I’m not one of your groupies, you know?”
“Course you are, you’re my number one fan.”
“But I’d be your fan whether you were the best player in the NHL or not.”
“Or if I wasn’t on every billboard and in magazines selling this stuff…” He picked up the bottle of cologne. “By the truckload.”
Todd’s popularity seemed to have, if anything, grown since our relationship had become public knowledge. Not only that, he’d forged the way for future gay players to come out of the closet and now it was rumored that three more were about to, one in the NHL and two in the NFL.
He continued to play spectacularly and be the golden boy of the Rangers. His fan base was expanding all the time on and off the ice. He was happy to give interviews and talk to journalists; it was clear that the strain of hiding his sexuality had dragged him down for years. Now he was lighter and happier for living the life he’d wanted all along.
Butler had been given a four-game suspension for his tirade of verbal abuse, and opposing teams had stacked up goals against the Penguins without him. No other player from any team had dared voice a homophobic opinion since in such a foul way. Digs and banter, yes, but nothing as revolting.
Zhirov was still a dark shadow for Todd on a regular basis, but with the backing of the rest of the Rangers, management and the NHL it was under control. Armani, despite the initial panic, dropped the morals clause fuss when Raw made record sales in the first three months. It seemed the scent Todd promoted was now the cologne of choice for an entire community around the globe.
“Yeah, I’m thrilled your teammates think you can do no wrong,” I said, “and that you’re the face of Armani’s most successful campaign ever. But…” I stroked the back of my index finger down his face and into the groove of his chin. “But I’d love you if you were selling newspapers outside my building or serving burgers at Timmy’s.”
“You’re such a fucking softy,” he said, smiling gently and grazing his lips over mine.
“For crying out loud,” Gareth said. “Here they go again.”
“Ah, shut up,” I said. “I just saw you grope Joel’s ass when he bent to pick up that piece of wrapping paper.”
Gareth shrugged, unremorseful. “Yeah, well, it was there.”
“Come on, Matthew,” Todd said. “Let’s go for a stroll on the beach.”
“Really? It’s pretty dank and misty out there.”
“Yeah, but the air will wake me up. We’ve got a turkey to cook, vegetables to peel and all that.”
He looked awake already but I wasn’t opposed to a Christmas Day beach stroll with the man I loved.
Ten minutes later we were wrapped up against the sharp breeze and the damp air and striding along the water’s edge. Rufus had come the first bit of the way with us, down the wooden steps to the beach, but after a couple of stick throws, he’d run back up to the house. It was too bleak and cold for him.
Despite the weather, my life was full of color and vibrancy. Todd and I were getting closer and closer, our love deepening. We spent every moment we could together and never slept apart if we were both in New York. A night apart was a wasted night, Todd was fond of saying.
He draped an arm around my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my temple, over the top of the beanie I wore—the beanie his father had bought me for Christmas along with matching gloves and scarf. “This is nice,” he said. “Walking with you, here.”
“Yeah, I like it. The Cape has such wonderful light, even on a day like this.”
“Hasn’t brought anyone else out though, has it?”
“Not many people to come out.” I glanced up the beach. It went on for miles and the houses up the steep cliffs were few and far between, their almost vertical steps mostly trodden in the summer, when the weather was warm and pleasant.
“Oh look,” I said, pointing to a real estate sign at the bottom of a long ladder of white steps. “The house up there has been sold. It only went on the market at Thanksgiving. That was quick.”
“Did you like it?” Todd asked.
“Yeah, I looked at the details online. It’s really modern inside, big granite kitchen, fancy wet room. And I like the way it’s set a little higher than the others. It’s really private, even on the balcony.”
“Then let’s go and have a look.”
“We can’t, it’s sold.”
“Come on.”
“Someone might be living there.” I glanced up and could just make out the roof beyond the vegetation on the cliff top.
“No one is living there.”
“How do you know?” I huddled into him as a strong breeze pressed my coat hard against my body.
“I just do.”
Something about his tone caught my attention. I looked into his face. “Todd, how do you know?”
He grinned, the heart-stoppingly beautiful smile that melted a little more of my damn heart every time he flashed it my way.
“Todd.” I grabbed hold of his lapels. Pulled him closer with my fists. “Tell me.”
He laughed. “Okay, okay.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Dangled them between us.
“What’s that?” I asked, relaxing my grip.
“It’s the keys to the house up there.”
My heart tripped over itself, my mind whirred. “You haven’t bought it, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. But I have put good-faith money on it. To keep anyone else from looking around until you do.”
“Until I do? What are you talking about?”
“Matthew.” He wrapped me in his arms and I leaned into his strong body. “I love you and I want to prove that I’m not going anywhere, and I thought maybe we could do that by buying this house, together, in both our names.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, let’s start putting down roots, have a home to call our place rather than yours or mine. Somewhere we can hang out during holidays and when the hockey season ends. And this place, here, you’re always raving about the wonderful light. It would be perfect.”
My mouth was full of words, happy words, delighted words. But none came out.
He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I just wanna take that damn terrified look out of your eyes.”
“I haven’t got a terrified look in my eyes.”
“You have sometimes, it’s getting less frequent. But occasionally when you don’t think I’m looking I see it.”
I swallowed. He was right. Sometimes I couldn’t trust how happy I was, or how happy Todd made me. It was too good to last.
“And it breaks my heart,” he said. “I want to spend my life with you, make you happy. The last thing I want is to fucking frighten you.”
“Todd,” I said, my damn eyes nipping with emotion. I squeezed them shut so he wouldn’t see how soppy I was.
“Shh.” He kissed my closed eyelids. “I said I’d prove with actions how much I love you, and that’s what I’ve been doing. And this, a home, is just another thing that will bind us together.”
I opened my eyes and stared into his. They were heavy with love and glinted with honesty.
“So shall we go and take a look around?” he asked.
I nodded—quick, sharp movements. “Yeah, come on.”
As we marched up the steps I got a handle on my emotions. The wind battered us, the mist enveloped us, but I felt warm and beyond happy. The thought of having a house of our own, Todd and Matthew’s place, was the best Christmas present I could have ever hoped for.
There were even more steps tha
n at Breezy View and I was a little out of breath when we reached the top. Todd wasn’t, not in the slightest.
“Great view.” He laughed, gesturing to the dense fog.
“Fabulous.” I grinned at him. “I can’t see it but I can hear the ocean.”
“Let’s go inside.”
He unlocked the door, we stepped in and he shut it behind us. I gazed at the large open-plan living space and let the silence wrap around me.
“It’s so big,” I said, my voice echoing. “It must be three times the size of my apartment, at least.”
“It’s awesome.” Todd walked farther in, his footsteps loud on the tiles. “I love this minimalist look.”
I stepped to the side and opened a door. “This is the den,” I said.
He nodded. “It’s got three bedrooms upstairs, the main has a balcony and hot tub.”
“It just gets better.” I moved over to a large white cupboard and pulled it open. “Look, it’s the refrigerator in here.”
Todd grinned. “And here’s a dishwasher, hidden by the sink.”
“Thank goodness, we need a dishwasher, especially if the guys come for dinner.” I paused. “Do you think Gareth and Joel will mind if we don’t stay at Breezy View?”
Todd shrugged. “I don’t see why. It’s cramped with three couples. This will give everyone their space.” He rubbed his hand over the shiny black surface of the breakfast bar. “Besides, Gareth is always moaning about our PDA.”
“He’s just joking.” I walked over to him, admiring the marble work surface his hand was smoothing over.
“Mmm, I don’t know if he could handle this, though.”
Suddenly he grabbed me, slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me hard and thoroughly.
He stole my breath and weakened my knees. I clung to him and allowed my tongue to tangle and twist with his as I felt a familiar hot rush to my cock and a tightening in my balls.
“So is it a yes to the house?” he asked, tugging off my beanie and dropping it on the counter.
“We haven’t looked around it all yet.”
“We don’t need to,” he said.
“We don’t?” He was undoing the zipper on my jacket.