The Chrismukkah Crisis

by Ryan Taylor

  “Could it hurt to try?”

  “You’ve always supported me. You even gave Aaron that fancy speech last night in the car about wanting to start over.” I closed my eyes and counted to ten—or at least two—while I forced myself to take a deep breath. “Why are you trying to bully me? Is it Aaron you don’t like, or do you just not want me to be happy?”

  She gave me the Mom Look, the one that declares you haven’t heard a word she’s said. “I like Aaron very much, and I love how happy you are, but this is dangerous for both of you. You said the firm has a stringent policy—”

  “We’re being careful!”

  “It’s a law firm, Matthew!” She was so loud I hoped the neighbors had all left for work. “They aren’t well-known for being fair or sympathetic. I doubt they give many second chances, either.”

  I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. “I’ll take the Metro to work. Drive carefully going home.” Jesus, Matthew, you’re yelling as loud as she is.

  Dad sat on the sofa, drinking coffee and reading the news on his phone. “Son, wait.”

  I ignored him while I stuffed my arms into my coat, in no mood to wait for anybody.

  “Please.”

  He stood when I turned to look at him. Tears clouded my eyes as I realized I couldn’t just walk out on them, much as I wanted to. “What?”

  “Your mother and I only want the best for you. We always have, and all we ask is for you to think this through. Aaron seems like a good man, and you need to think of him as well. He’s brand new to his profession.”

  Mom put her arm around my shoulder. “This could cause serious trouble for both of you. Please consider going to HR today.” When I looked at her, I knew she was speaking from her heart. “The longer you wait, the more suspicious it will look.”

  Dad picked up his coffee and drained the cup. “I manage a lot of employees, son, and the sooner somebody comes to me with a problem, the more motivated I am to help. Go to HR, be up front about why, and ask for a transfer to avoid any potential problems. They’d have to respect that.”

  I hung my head in surrender. I knew he was right; after all, I was the one who tried to resist Aaron to begin with, for the very reasons they were worried about. I looked at Dad and nodded. “I’ll do it. Today if I can, tomorrow for sure.”

  He walked over and gave me a hug. “It’s the right thing to do.” He slapped my back before letting go. “If Aaron is the kind of man I think he is, you’re going to be good for each other, and I want it to last. Like your mother says, you just have to be smart about things.”

  I nodded. “I’ll do it. I promise.”

  “Good for you.” He took his coffee cup into the kitchen and was smiling when he came back. “Now wait two minutes while I get our bags, and we’ll drive you to work.”

  Aaron

  Matt had brought me some things to sign, and we stood in my office, almost chest to chest. I looked to be sure the door was closed. “I need to do a little holiday shopping. Go with me after work?”

  A flare of devilry blazed in his eyes. “One condition,” he said, running a forefinger down my tie.

  I caught the finger and held on tight. “What’s that?”

  “We spend the night together afterward.” With a wicked grin, he pulled my hand toward his mouth and gave it a very wet kiss. “Like….” A little smooch. “We….” Another smooch. “Planned.” He looked at me with sinful eyes, and when I turned my gaze downward, I smiled when I saw what was there. He was pitching a tent in his pants.

  “Absolutely.” I winked at him. “No bailing.” I pulled his finger to my mouth. He moaned and leaned into me while I sucked it, and I got outrageously hard. We stood there, his finger in my mouth, fucking each other with our eyes.

  By the time I let go of him, Matt was flushed from his neck to the tops of his ears.

  “Aaron?”

  “Hmm?”

  “We have a problem.” He sounded serious. “We obviously can’t control ourselves.”

  The discomfort in my boxers confirmed that he was right. “What should we do? I’m crazy about you. I can’t just turn off my feelings when I walk into this office.”

  “I know.” Matt brushed the front of my tie again and adjusted the knot. “I’m going down to HR. I don’t want to incriminate us, so I won’t tell Liswell why. I’ll just say this job isn’t working out for me.”

  I shook my head, unable to control a snicker. “If you need a bad reference, call me.”

  He pushed his hair back and I noticed a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Proving how necessary this is, I have a serious issue.”

  I arched my eyebrows.

  “If I move, I’m going to come. I need to stay here for a minute.”

  I was very tempted to get down on my knees—so fucking tempted.

  Matthew

  “Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Liswell.” I scraped a shaky hand through my hair, my movements as jerky as one of those scenes in a movie where the lights keep flashing on and off.

  He sniffed in a way that made me want to check my pits to see if I smelled. “I don’t have long, Mr. Kennington. What can I do for you?”

  Out with it. “I need you to move me to another department. T and E isn’t working out.”

  If we’d been in Salem, they’d have tried him on the basis of his maniacal laugh alone. “It’s been barely a week and it isn’t working out?” He jerked a tissue out of the box on his desk and wiped his eyes. “May I ask why?”

  I couldn’t get comfortable, and the way I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs was embarrassing. “It’s the work. I just don’t get it. And Mr. Townsend, he’s not easy to work for. I—”

  “That is most interesting, considering that Mr. Townsend sent me a one-week eval yesterday saying you were the most competent paralegal he’s ever had.”

  “Oh.” My eyes were starting to hurt from blinking so much, so I closed them and took as slow a breath as I could—at least a quarter of a second long—before opening them again. “See, then? It’s just me. I’m not cut out for it up there.”

  He glanced at his watch and proceeded to stare at me the way you might a cockroach you found in your popcorn. “There are no other positions available, Mr. Kennington. Get back to work.”

  “Are you sure?” I scratched my wrist so hard it was a wonder I didn’t break the skin. “How about my old—”

  “I’m out of time, Mr. Kennington, and you’re out of here.”

  Back upstairs, I held on to the bottom of the chair in Aaron’s office to keep myself from running around his desk and mounting him. He’d loosened his tie, and I could see a little tuft of hair sticking out of his collar. The smell in his office was intoxicating—mildly sweaty Aaron Roth and his Dior cologne.

  “Liswell didn’t give you a reason?” His forehead wrinkles were so cute that I wanted to trace each one with my tongue.

  “Just there was nothing else available, and that Townsend said I was the best he ever had.”

  His lilting chuckle matched the mirth in his eyes. “I bet you’ll be the best I ever had too.”

  Such heat exploded in my cheeks that I was surprised Aaron didn’t go running for a fire extinguisher. I closed my eyes and communed with the throbbing in my boxer briefs.

  “We have to make the best of it,” he said. “We’ll be really careful and let Townsend take care of it in January, like he said.”

  “Okay.” I still had my eyes closed, and I was sure I was going to ejaculate right there, in Aaron’s chair, in his office, suffused with the most powerful pheromones ever imagined.

  “It’ll be okay, Matt. We can do anything for two more weeks.”

  I wasn’t sure I could.

  Aaron

  It was about six o’clock by the time we got to the Mazza Gallerie on Wisconsin. With only ten days to go before Christmas, the place was packed.

  “What?” I asked him. Matt’s bright eyes sparkled as he bounced back and forth from foot to foot.

  He act
ually jumped into the air and smacked my cheek on the way back down. “I’ve always been a sucker for Christmas shopping, but I don’t go much anymore. I do most of my shopping online.”

  “Me too.”

  His hazel eyes looked green in the weird mall light. “Why are we here, then?”

  I winced at the thought of going into the crowded stores. “I need to get something for Mom and couldn’t find anything online.”

  “Wait, you guys are Jewish….” He cocked his head and pulled a silly face. “Does that mean we’re Hanukkah shopping?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous expression he wore. “The holidays bring out the kid in you.” I chuckled again. “Actually, it’s a mix. Remember, I told you we have a tree at the holidays?” He nodded like a robot on super speed, making me laugh yet again. “We put the presents under the tree, but since we’re Jewish, we call them holiday presents. And it’s a holiday tree.”

  “So cool!” He held out his arms and twirled around—he actually twirled around in public—and then brushed my cheek with his fingers. “Any ideas about what you want to get her?”

  I blew out a defeated breath. “No. Help me?”

  He moved really quick, smacking my jaw before I saw it coming. “Ass!” He giggled. “Helpless ass!”

  “Hey, hey…!”

  He grabbed my hand, already on the move. “Come on. Neiman Marcus to the rescue.”

  Forty-five minutes, one Alexander McQueen scarf, and a stupid amount of money later, I had Mom’s gift. It was neatly wrapped in blue and white paper, and I could officially mark holiday shopping off my list.

  Almost.

  I still had to find something way beyond awesome for my amazing new boyfriend, but he couldn’t be a part of that. I was super excited, though, which was new because needing to buy gifts had always stressed me out.

  Matthew

  After a quick stop for dinner, we went home.

  “Now I see why you drove.” We were in the elevator headed up to my apartment.

  “Oh yeah?” He gave me a quick kiss on the jaw. “Why’s that?”

  “So you’d have room to bring all that stuff you’re carrying.”

  “You mean clothes for tomorrow?”

  The doors slid open, and I grinned at him as we stepped out. “You’re a smart boy.”

  After he hung up his suit, I took him in my arms. “So glad you’re here.” I nuzzled his throat, delighting in the smells of Aaron—warm skin, a little sweat, and a faint whiff of cologne.

  “I’m glad, too,” he said, kissing me on the lips. “Thanks for inviting me.”

  I backed out of his arms. “Hold on.” I went to the linen closet in the hall and took out my new sheets. “Mind helping me make the bed? Mom didn’t have time this morning.”

  Aaron

  As soon as we got the sheets changed, I dove for the bed. “Gotta get some rest. Wake me up at six?” I curled up on my side and closed my eyes.

  I wasn’t alone for more than a couple of seconds. Matt jumped onto the bed and started shaking me. “No! You can’t go to sleep yet. We haven’t played Minecraft.”

  That had my eyes open. “Minecraft?” I launched myself on top of him and pinned his arms to his sides. “You want to play Minecraft?”

  He nodded, his smile pure evil. “Well, yeah…. Why do you think I wanted you to stay?”

  I scoffed. “Not to play fucking Minecraft, that’s for sure.”

  He laughed and started squirming around. “Let me loose! This is false entrapment, or something.”

  “Ha!” I was bigger than Matt, so holding him down wasn’t much of a problem. “You mean false imprisonment,” I said, after letting him struggle for a bit.

  “That too.”

  He suddenly went very still, and my breath caught as I looked down into his face. “You are absolutely beautiful, Matt.” Our lips had barely touched when he sprang to life, knocking me to the side and landing on top of me.

  “What the hell?” The shock wore off, and I laughed as he tried to hold my arms down. “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you who’s boss, that’s what.”

  We were both chortling, and of course I had to demonstrate once again that I was the stronger one. What followed was the craziest wrestling match I’d ever been part of, one that finally ended a couple of minutes later with me on top while our crotches humped away at each other. I was breathing hard but managed a smile. “You’re strong for a little runt, you know that?”

  “Who’re you calling a runt?” He was huffing for air, too, and his eyes were already blown with lust. His cock strained against mine, harder than before.

  “Well, there’s one part of you that isn’t a runt, that’s for sure.”

  Our kisses were wet and messy, and his tongue sliding against mine made me feel a little dizzy. My dick throbbed, and I groaned into his mouth.

  He pulled a little to the side and looked at me. “What do you want?”

  “I want you.” I sucked the lobe of his ear while he put his hand down my pants. “You’re all I want.”

  “We’ve got way too many clothes on,” he said, squeezing my dick.

  I totally agreed with him. “Time to get naked.”

  Matthew

  With all the kissing and petting of various body parts along the way, it took a few minutes to get rid of all our clothes. After I finally peeled off Aaron’s underwear, I gaped at him in amazement. He was prime grade beef. His perfectly hairy chest and legs were gorgeous, standing in stark relief to his pubes, which were neatly manicured. They framed a beautiful, rock-hard, cut dick that made me salivate. I’d never seen it in full light before; it was at least seven inches long and hella thick. If I hadn’t been so turned on, it might’ve been scary.

  “Am I okay?” I dragged my eyes up to his face, expecting to see a snarky grin. Instead, he was biting his lip under a wrinkled forehead. My heart skipped a beat when the muscle under his left eye twitched.

  I was too stunned to speak. This Adonis was nervous? “You’re so far past okay,” I said. I could hardly believe he was even in my bed, let alone worried about whether he met my standards. “Aaron Roth, you are the most perfect thing I ever saw.” I spread my legs for him when he rolled me over and climbed on top.

  Panting lightly, he stared at me. “Glad you think so because you’re the most perfect thing I ever saw, too.”

  He kissed me before trailing his tongue down my chest and belly, stopping along the way to graze each nipple with his teeth, making me whine like a baby. When he finally got to my cock, he looked up and grinned. “What’s with this perfect little triangle of hair? With stripes? How do you even do that?”

  I chuckled between gasps. “Very carefully.”

  He looked back down, shaking his head. “Magic Matt….” His tongue darted out and teased off the precum that had accumulated on the head of my cock, causing me to suck in a sharp breath.

  “So beautiful,” he said. “Every part of you.” He took me in his mouth, just the head.

  “Fuck!” I grabbed the sheets and held on as he slowly engulfed me. “Fuck, Aaron!” I whined.

  He pulled off. “That’s it, baby. Relax.” Circling the base with his fingers, he started sucking again.

  Before long I was bucking up into his mouth. “Yeah, just like that!” I raised up on my elbows long enough to see his lips stretched around me before I collapsed back onto my pillow. “Please don’t stop.”

  He went at me fast and furious, and I didn’t last long. “Close, so close!” I moaned as heat zipped around the base of my cock, and when he swallowed me whole, I was done. “Holy fuck!” I screamed as a charge of electricity surged through my balls, and I shot wad after wad of cum into his mouth. His noisy gulps intensified every twinge, and his loud smack when he pulled off left me shivering all over.

  He rubbed my belly while I came down. After a few minutes, he crawled up beside me, and I tasted traces of my own pleasure when we kissed. I wiggled into his armpit as
soon as he lay back.

  “Perfect fit,” he said. “It’s a sign.”

  I sighed and played with his glistening chest hair for a minute. “You’re really good at that.”

  He chuckled softly. “The least I could do, since I couldn’t get you off on your birthday.” He shifted and eyed me from the side. “Was it really okay?”

  “It was fucking amazing!” I pinched his nipple, making him yelp. “But don’t let it go to your head!”

  He grabbed my wrist. “I’m so glad I met you. I need somebody to keep me modest.”

  “Well, look no further.” I crawled on top of him and gave him a smutty kiss. “I promise to do my best.”

  Aaron

  My dick had calmed down a little, but when Matt climbed on top of me it went right back to full mast. He cocked his head and showed me a steamy grin. “What’s that I feel down there?”

  “Where?” I was drawing circles on his arm with my fingertips.

  He scooted back to sit on my thighs and traced a finger up the bottom of my cock, making me groan. “Right here.” A string of precum connected the head of my dick and my belly, and he captured some of it on his finger. When he licked it off, I thought I was going to shoot then and there, watching him savor it.

  “Matt?”

  He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head again, keeping his finger in his mouth.

  “I want to fuck you.”

  He pulled the finger out of his mouth with a loud pop and leaned over my dick. He kissed it, just the tip. “Thought you’d never ask.” Taking my cock in his mouth, he sucked lightly, waiting until I was clutching the sheets and humping into his mouth before he let go. Smirking, he crawled back up to kiss me. I loved his weight against my body and couldn’t hold back a moan when he licked into my mouth.

  “How do you want me?” he whispered.

  “On your back.”

  I fingered Matt while he squirmed and writhed, his pleas and demands gradually becoming louder and more insistent. When I slid into his ass, my eyes crossed, something that had never happened before.