The Chrismukkah Crisis

by Ryan Taylor

  “Damn!” He was panting hard. “Wait, wait…!”

  My cock was in heaven, or as close as it was ever likely to get. Matt’s ass was so tight it felt like my dick was in a hot glove. “You okay?” I choked out, while I tried to get my eyes to clear up.

  “Wait? Just a sec?” He was still panting. “You’re so fucking big.”

  He came into focus, on his back, with his legs draped over my shoulders. His face was tight, and he had his eyes screwed shut. I didn’t want to hurt him. “Too much? We can stop.”

  “No!” His eyes flew open as he shook his head. “I need you.”

  Another couple of pushes and I was all the way in. “Fuck, Matt!” I started rocking in and out, and his moans got louder by the second.

  “That’s it, yes!” We locked eyes, and he was moving his hips too, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Harder! Fuck me hard, Aaron!”

  I grunted and groaned, trying to be careful, but he felt so good and kept begging for more. Soon, I lost it and slammed him with everything I had.

  “Yes! More!”

  Damn! His head was lolled back, his mouth open. His eyes were starting to roll back in his head, and I wasn’t far behind. I squeezed one ass cheek in either hand, and we rutted and fucked and grunted and groaned like the animals we’d become.

  Matt’s face was ruddy, and he was so sweaty his hair looked slicked back. “Getting fucked brings out the best in you,” I panted. “You’re gorgeous.”

  We chuckled until I plunged into him especially hard, causing both of us to cry out.

  He laughed crazily. “Right there! Feels so good!”

  I changed up my angle, loving the sound of him mewling and gasping as I found his prostate over and over. “You like that?”

  “More!”

  I gradually got better leverage and pinned him against the mattress. That was when he really got loud. “Jesus! Yes, like that, right there…. Fuck me!”

  “Close, baby!” My balls tightened, and heat began crawling up my belly. I wouldn’t last much longer, but really wanted him to finish with me, so I grabbed his dick and started jerking. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated by harsh grunts.

  “Come for me?” I practically wailed.

  I slammed him really hard, and his ass clamped around my dick. Our yells echoed around the room as he erupted in my hand.

  “Goddammit!” I almost blacked out as my nuts convulsed. Gradually, the world began to recede. “Matt….” I started to fall.

  Matthew

  The raunchy smells of sweat and cum were heavy in the air. I floated in and out of consciousness, holding tight to the muscular body on top of me. The sensation of Aaron’s cock slipping out of me woke me up a little. “Awesome,” I moaned.

  “Mm.”

  He had collapsed on top of me I don’t know how long ago, and I needed to take a deep breath. “Uh…. Can you shift over?”

  He opened one eye, followed by the other. “What?” He closed both eyes, then opened them again. “Oh, sorry.” He rolled off me, and I was quick to make my way into the crook of his arm.

  “Was it okay for you?” I asked. I hope it was. Please say fucking me was the best thing ever. “I’ll go first…. It was incredible for me. You’re everything, Aaron. I never felt so good before.”

  His fingers moved back and forth on my chest, giving me chills. I don’t have any chest hair, and the friction between fingertips and skin and nipples was scrumptious.

  “So that’s what sex is supposed to be like,” he said. His sleepy grin was enough to convince me he was serious. “Christ, you were unbelievable,” he said, shutting his eyes. “I’m just….”

  “You’re just…?”

  He opened his eyes and met mine. “Totally blissed out. I never imagined anything could feel that good.”

  I kissed his chest and noticed the way little hairs grew in circles around his nipples, so of course I couldn’t keep my fingers off them. “Where have you been, Aaron Roth?” I mumbled.

  “Here now.” His soft words melted right into my heart.

  “Right where you belong.” I squirmed around and kissed him on the mouth. “Don’t ever go.”

  I heard a little snore and prayed that he was as happy as I was. Where had he been all my life?

  Aaron

  Matt said he’d dated jerks, and so had I. It was never hard to find guys to get off with, but it was murder to find ones you ever wanted to see again. The morning after was always the worst. Either they’d given themselves away for the schmucks they were, or one or both of you had been drunk or high. Or both. You’d made an unbelievably shitty choice. They always wanted something from you but were never interested in giving. In the cold light of morning, you couldn’t wait to escape because all you wanted was a decent guy, and you’d bombed out again.

  Given all that, imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes, saw Matt Kennington passed out beside me, and never wanted to get out of bed again. I watched him sleep for a while. He was on his side, facing toward me, with one arm slung over my chest. His mouth was slightly open, and a small thread of drool traced its way to his pillow. His auburn hair stood in stark relief to the ecru pillowcase, and his peachy lips were begging me to kiss them. It would’ve taken a stronger man than I to resist.

  “You’re still here,” he mumbled, running his finger over my chin.

  I chuckled. “Like I’d go anywhere?”

  “They always do.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

  I flicked his nipple and crawled on top of him. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

  Opening his eyes again, he glanced at the clock. “It’s only five thirty, Mr. Roth.”

  “That’s just long enough for me to show you a proper good morning.”

  I’d never thought of Matt as a cowboy, but I sure did that morning. He rode me hard, and we both fell back asleep until the alarm sounded, and even then, he hit snooze three or four times. After a quick shower, I fried bacon and eggs for us while he got ready.

  On the way to work, I could tell something was on his mind. We got to the office before Townsend did, and after we hung up our coats, Matt grabbed me in a tight hug. “That was the best night of my life. Please tell me you aren’t going anywhere.”

  At first, I thought he was joking, but the raw fear in his eyes made me hate every guy who’d ever hurt him. “Not a chance in hell,” I said. “You’ll need a nuke to get rid of me.”

  After a kiss that wrought a miracle—yet another painful hard-on after everything we’d done over the last twelve hours—I staggered into my office and tried to concentrate on drafting a will.

  Matthew

  My office phone rang just before eleven. I glanced at the caller ID as I reached for it, grimacing when I saw it was Suzanne.

  “Meet me down in the lobby. We need to take a walk.”

  Fuck. When Suzanne wanted to go for a walk, it was usually because some guy had shit all over her again and she needed to vent at somebody. I’d played that role for her a lot, but I had no time today.

  “I can’t, Suzanne. I’m busy and it’s thirty degrees out—” Townsend came out of his office and walked over to my desk, handing me a folder brimming with papers. “Hold on a sec,” I told her.

  “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Kennington.” He looked at his watch and shook his head. “Please recheck the formatting on that accounting we did for the court. The clerk rejected it.” He gave me a wan smile. “Can you have it back to me by four?”

  “Sure thing. I’m sorry, I really thought I’d done it right.”

  He put a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not you, it’s the clerk. I’m sure you’ll find everything is perfectly correct.” He sighed heavily. “It’s happened before. We’ll just reprint it with a different date and tell them we made corrections.”

  After he went back to his office, I picked up the phone again. “I’m sorry, but I’m really busy.” I drained the last of my coffee. “On top of everything else, Mr. Townse
nd just gave me another project.”

  “You need to make time.” Her high-and-mighty attitude was in overdrive. “Downstairs in five minutes.”

  “You know I’ve always tried to be there for you, but I can’t today. I—”

  “This isn’t about me, dumbass.” Her voice could have frozen solid steel. “It’s about you. If you value your job, five minutes, down in the lobby.” She hung up.

  A few minutes later, I stomped out of the elevator to find Suzanne looking ridiculous in a faux leopard-skin coat that was seriously fraying at the hem, and knockoff Louboutin shoes that didn’t come close to looking like leather. The first thing she did when we stepped outside was light up a cigarette. “This way.” She started walking toward M Street.

  I wasn’t in the mood for games and made zero effort to sound friendly. “What the hell is this about?”

  “You’re busted, hon’.” She took a big puff and blew the smoke straight up; the wind pounded it right back down on me.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  She gave a big scoff. “Yesterday, after work, Demetria and I went shopping.”

  I shook my head. “So?” Demetria was a secretary in Litigation. Suzanne’s best friend—actually, Suzanne had no friends, so I’ll amend that to ally—Demetria was the firm’s second biggest troublemaker, right after Suzanne.

  “So….” She took a big drag on her cigarette. “We went to Neiman Marcus, up on Wisconsin.”

  A tremor shook my body, and it wasn’t the wind that caused it. Somehow, I managed to hold on to a straight face. “All right.”

  She stopped and blew out another plume of blue smoke. Lifting an eyebrow, she tossed the butt to the sidewalk and took an unnaturally long time to crush it under her cheap shoes. Her snicker was nasty. “We saw two men there that we knew, walking in the mall.”

  I stopped and turned toward her, holding my breath. The fried food smells from Five Guys were making me nauseous.

  “They were holding hands.”

  I huffed at her. “That’s not—”

  “They kissed, right there in front of the big tree.” She started walking again. “Matthew, you know who those men were.”

  I hissed at her through clenched teeth. “So fucking what? We were out of the office, on our own time. What’s the big deal?”

  She hee-hawed like a donkey. “So fucking what? So fucking what is that you know the rules. This is dangerous, for both of you.”

  I got a little disoriented. “You know what else it is? It’s none of your damned business.”

  She stopped in her tracks and a guy almost ran into her. Anger flashed across her face, quickly replaced by her fake-innocent look. She put a hand on my arm and twisted her lips into a hideous sneer. “Matthew, people carry cell phones. With cameras.” She tossed her fried hair, and I wondered if she tried to look like a cliché. “I think I convinced Demetria to keep her mouth shut, but she’s in trouble, you know. At her review last month, they put her on a ninety-day probation, and she’s looking for some way to get back in HR’s good graces.”

  “Jesus!” My stomach lurched, and I slung her hand off my arm. “Demetria is, is she? Of course, Suzanne is only interested in protecting her friend Matthew? As I recall, you had a pretty tough review yourself.”

  “Don’t blow up at me, honey. You’re the one who got a hot spot for that pretty boy, asshole lawyer. If HR finds out, you know who’ll get the boot. They always take it out on the underdog.”

  My fists balled by my side and I turned to walk away, but she struck like a snake and grabbed me again. I tried to ignore the fury that was banging away behind my eyes. “What do you want?”

  Her deep frown brought out the smoker’s wrinkles around her mouth. “Christmas is here, and it’s expensive. A thousand bucks each, and Demetria and I will forget what we saw. Otherwise, I’m sure Liswell in HR would appreciate the heads up.”

  “You worthless bitch!” I jerked my arm away and took a step back, to be sure I wouldn’t hit her. “You don’t know Aaron, and guess what? You don’t know me, either.” I breathed hard, little bits of spittle flying out into the arctic breeze. “You summon me out here in your worn out, ugly as shit twenty-dollar coat, and a dress that looks like you rescued it from a seventh-hand store. And—news flash!—you look ridiculous with that fried, curly perm that’s thirty years too late.”

  Her face turned the color of a tomato. “Wait a minute! You—”

  “How dare you judge me after all the shit you’ve done over the years?”

  “You can’t compare—”

  “You’re goddamned right things don’t compare. I’m in love, but you…. You’re just sick.”

  I turned away, but a fresh surge of fury caused me to wheel back around. “While we’re at it, let me give you some fashion advice. Those stupid, scuffed plastic heels aren’t even good knockoffs—they look like you painted the soles red with fingernail polish.”

  “Wait just a minute. I paid—”

  “No! You wait!” I banged my fists against my thighs. “You threaten me and then expect me to pay you to keep your filthy mouth shut about something that is my own private business?” I marched back over to her and got right in her face. “You’d better listen to me, and listen good. You do anything to hurt Aaron, and you’ll be sorry.” I grunted out a bitter laugh. “You want a thousand bucks apiece? Believe me, that wouldn’t even start to fix you. You’re a pathetic, nasty woman, and believe me, I use that noun very loosely. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

  Such a haughty laugh never graced M Street. “I’m somebody who’s got your ridiculous life in the palm of my hands. You better think about it.” She tossed her hair again, her face a sad caricature of a human being. “Don’t have the money? Get it from him. You know, they only pay those first-years about two hundred grand a year.”

  Barely resisting the urge to slap her silly, I managed to stomp away without saying another word. I’d known she would cause trouble from the beginning, and now I had to figure out how to tell Aaron.

  Aaron shot to his feet, running to lock his office door. I stood in front of his desk, and I had no sooner heard the lock click than he was beside me. “Do you think they really took pictures?”

  “I don’t know.” The tears I’d been trying so hard to contain overwhelmed my eyelids.

  Aaron pulled me into his arms. “Don’t, Matt.” He kissed me, and for a few blissful seconds, I almost forgot what had happened.

  Dump him before he can dump you! “No!” I said, raising my elbows and breaking free. “Let go! This was a bad idea to start with, and we both knew it. It’s time for us to stop and hope it’s not too late.”

  Aaron’s chin quivered. “After last night… after everything that’s happened, how could you even say that? Nothing about us could ever be a bad idea.”

  What, he’s not throwing me over the side? “Th-there’s an us?”

  For a moment, he watched me. “Of course, there’s an us.” His skin went splotchy, red patches appearing all over his cheeks as he struggled to control his trembling lips. “I’m not playing games here, Matt. Are you? How can you even ask if there’s an us?”

  A lone tear traced down his left cheek, and that was the moment I knew for sure that I was hopelessly in love with Aaron Roth. I reached out and pulled him into the tightest hug I possibly could. “I didn’t mean it! I’m so sorry.” I smashed my mouth against his, and the kiss was all sloppy heat. Lips were bruised, teeth collided, tongues met, and I held onto my man for dear life.

  Aaron

  “Come to my office in fifteen minutes.”

  Suzanne’s snarky laugh sounded especially shrill through the phone. “You have something for me?”

  Nervously, I straightened a few papers on my desk. “Fifteen minutes. A client’s coming in right after, so don’t be late.”

  I hung up and looked at Matt. “She’s on her way. Go take your break now and I’ll text you when it’s over.”

  He gav
e me a kiss for luck before he left. We’d done some quick research, and I was ready for Suzanne. Who knew if it would work, but to hell with it either way. In the moment when I thought Matt was breaking up with me, I’d realized he was the important thing—the only important thing. I pulled up the New York Times website and read the news while I waited for her to arrive.

  It wasn’t long before there was a knock on my door. I called out for her to come in but didn’t stand, and I ignored her outstretched hand.

  “It’s nice of you to see me, Mr. Roth.”

  “Sit down, Suzanne. I don’t have long.” I went for my All-Business-Deposition voice.

  She perched on the edge of a chair. “No problem. This should be quick.” She gave my office a once-over and tutted. “You’d think they’d do better by their up-and-coming young geniuses.” She followed that not-at-all veiled insult with a shake of her head and curled her upper lip. “I guess they figure paying babies a king’s ransom is good enough.”

  I caught her eyes and her insolent expression disappeared. Time to get her on the record. “Suzanne, I don’t know your last name.”

  “It’s Martin. But honey, Demetria and I are not going to take a check.”

  I didn’t move, and after a moment, she looked back at my face. “A thousand bucks for me, another thousand for Demetria, and we forget it.”

  “Forget what, exactly, Suzanne?” I kept my voice flat as a pancake.

  “Well, honey…. Forget what we saw, what we know.” She crossed her arms and blew out air through her nose. “You luring our dear, innocent Matthew into an inappropriate relationship.”

  “You believe Matt and I are having a relationship, why?”

  There wasn’t a trace of amusement on her face. “I’m sure your boyfriend filled you in. We saw you two traipsing through the mall, holding hands and kissing.”

  I shrugged. “Your word against ours.”

  She snickered without actually making any noise. “What if I told you we have a video?”

  How the hell had Matt managed to work with this awful woman for so long? “Do you?”