The Chrismukkah Crisis

by Ryan Taylor

  “Matt, you can look at that in a minute,” she called out. “First, I want you both to sit down and give me all the details.”

  She beamed at Aaron after she’d heard everything. “I’m very proud of you, son. You’ll be so much happier working someplace where you can make a difference.”

  “He’s going to be the best,” I said. “Mark my word.”

  She turned her smile toward me. “I’m thrilled for you, too, Matt. You’ll be a lot better off as well.”

  We talked for a few more minutes, and I got the distinct impression that Aaron wanted to spend some time alone with his mom. I brushed a hand over the back of his neck. “I’m going to go find Ben and make sure he doesn’t eat all the food Andie sent. Stay with Louise for a while?”

  He nodded and I started to get up, but he pulled me in for a quick kiss before letting me go. “I won’t be too long.”

  Aaron

  “You’re still a runner, right?”

  “Every day when I can.” Liam sounded a little curious. “Why?”

  I took a deep breath. “I’m really sorry to bother you, and I know it’s getting close to Christmas, but you want to go running with me in the morning? I’d like to ask you about something.” I tittered nervously. “You know, ever the pesky tagalong.” Wait! What if he thinks you’re having second thoughts? “Don’t worry, I haven’t changed my mind about the job or anything. Matt and I are really excited to work with you guys.”

  “What’s on your mind, Aaron?”

  “I’d a lot rather talk in person. I mean, I can’t really talk right now. I could come over if you don’t want to run.”

  “No, it’s fine. A run would do me good with all the food Mom and John are cooking around here. Eight o’clock? Swing by here and I’ll be ready.”

  Excitement thrummed my nerves. Mom was uber excited about this, and if Liam didn’t think I was crazy, I’d be good to go. Hell, you’ll be good to go even if he does think you’re crazy.

  Friday, December 23

  Matthew

  I could get used to sitting on a heated toilet seat every morning. To somebody who grew up sharing a bathroom with three other people, it was the height of luxury. Aaron told me the night before that he was going running with Liam, and followed that up by wearing me out so well that I slept right through his getting up and leaving.

  After a quick shower, I headed downstairs, where I was surprised to find Louise serving up eggs, bacon, and cranberry muffins. Ben was a very enthusiastic eater, like Aaron, and greeted me through a mouthful of something. “You know Aaron’s gone running, right?”

  “I do, but thanks.” Yet again, I realized how much Ben and Aaron resembled each other. If Ben had been bulkier, they could almost have been twins.

  “Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, Matt,” Louise said, handing me a plate with enough food for three people. “Ready to decorate today?”

  “I’m really excited about it. That tree is amazing. It’s a blue spruce, right?”

  She nodded. “You know your trees. Colorado blue spruce is my favorite.”

  “Thought it was a fir.” Ben looked confused. “Don’t we get a Fraser fir?”

  She snickered and bopped Ben on the head before she sat down. “Good guess, dear, but they’re very different. We only get the firs when we can’t get a blue spruce.”

  Ben’s eyes lit up. “I thought about it last night. A lapsed Catholic and a bunch of nonobservant Jews, we’re having Hanumas. Or is it Chrismukkah?” He looked at the ceiling, as if deliberating a serious legal issue. “Maybe we’re just having a helluva cool holiday.”

  He looked so pleased with himself that Louise and I broke into a chuckle, and the three of us were still laughing when the front door opened. Aaron rushed into the kitchen and wrapped himself around me from behind.

  “Gross!” I twisted in my seat, fighting to get loose. When I got my arms back, I smacked his jaw. “Ass! Back off! You’re wet all over and you stink.”

  Aaron stood back up, his eyes wide. “I stink? You’re supposed to like my stink.”

  Ben’s cackle echoed throughout the room. “I guess he told you, dude!” He laughed even harder, slapping the table while Aaron sputtered. “I like your boyfriend more every day.”

  Aaron finally found his voice. “I’ll go rinse off. Be right back.” He used a finger to flick my nose, surprisingly hard. “Ass!”

  Aaron

  I was toweling off after a quick shower when Matt sauntered into the bathroom. A delicious thrill skipped up my spine when I saw he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, and I enjoyed the view of him padding across the tile toward me. His dancer’s body was thin but lithe, and his muscles moved in perfect sync. What really captured my attention, though, was the way his dick swung back and forth like a pendulum. He wasn’t hard, but it was definitely thickening up, looking heavy. The head was just emerging from under his foreskin, and I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.

  When he stood in front of me, his fiery eyes left no doubt about what he wanted. He reached for my cock, which was getting more interested by the second, and I caught his wrist. “Thought you didn’t like my stink.”

  He raised his head and held my gaze for a few beats. “It was a lie. I wasn’t crazy about the sweat, but I couldn’t let your family know your manly… essence… was making me hard as a rock under the breakfast table.”

  I leaned over, moving my face closer to his. “So now you think you can just walk in here and take what you want after the way you insulted me?” I was trying really hard to keep a smile off my face.

  He inclined his head a little more. “I thought maybe I’d wash your back, but I see you’re all done now.”

  “Part of me might still need some attention, though.” I leaned closer, still grasping his wrist. “Very personal attention.”

  “I’m not sure what you mean.” He closed in a little more and was so close to my mouth that his breath tickled my lips.

  A recent memory played across my mind. The lips are so close. “I need to be clearer then.” I used my free hand to trace his lips with my forefinger while his free hand went behind my neck. You want it so much it hurts. It’s about to happen, you can just feel it….

  I’m not sure who closed the final distance, but our lips met. The room, still humid from my shower, added to our heat, and we played with each other’s lips—nibbling, sucking, licking. When he pulled his wrist free and wrapped his warm hand around my throbbing cock, I followed suit. His foreskin had completely pulled back by then, and I used my thumb to smear his sticky precum around the head of his dick.

  He probed at my lips with his tongue and the kiss exploded. We jerked each other faster while our moans echoed around the bathroom. After a moment, I pulled my mouth from his. “Dick kiss?”

  He cocked his head and looked at me with drawn eyebrows. I smiled and put our dicks together, touching slit to slit. When I pulled them back apart, a string of our mixed precum still connected them. He moved back in, wrapping his hands around them while he pushed against me. The smooth, velvety skin of his throbbing cock, rubbing against mine inside the warm sleeve his hands made, soon had me gasping for air.

  Without warning, he pulled away, his eyes lusty. “Come with me.”

  It took a little effort to speak. “Don’t worry. I have every intention of coming with you.”

  He took my hard cock in his hand and led me out of the bathroom. He’s leading you around by the dick. If you’re lucky, he always will.

  Matthew

  Aaron almost made me pass out when he wrapped his hot mouth around my dick. One of his stubby fingers went deep in my ass, massaging my prostate and making me squirm around like I had a high fever. Which I did.

  I moaned as my balls drew up and a warm, tingling sensation spread through my belly. The end was near, but it wasn’t how I wanted to come. “Wait, Aaron. Stop.”

  He dug harder into my ass and kept up that mind-bending sucking.

  “Stop it!” I didn’t mean to
sound quite so huffy. “Please?”

  He pulled his mouth off my cock but left me impaled on his highly talented finger. “What’s wrong? I know you like it.”

  Struggling for breath, I had to talk between pants. “Like it… so fucking much!” He rubbed his finger against my prostate again and I called out, bucking my hips. “Don’t… don’t want to… come yet…. Please.”

  “Okay,” he said, reluctantly extracting his finger. My butt felt so empty that I almost begged him to put it back inside, when I thought of something else we needed to take care of.

  He crawled up beside me and cuddled my face in his hands, his kiss carrying a definite hint of my precum. “What do you want?” he asked.

  I pushed his arm aside and raised up on an elbow. “I want to rim you. Get on your stomach.”

  “Oh.” He looked nervous. “Really?”

  I grinned while I pulled some of the hair in the middle of his chest. “Flip over, now. Be a good boy.”

  Over the next few minutes, Aaron progressed from shy, to restrained, to yelping, groaning, and begging for more. Once, when I probed especially hard with my tongue, his cry was so loud I had to stop and tell him to put his face in a pillow. We didn’t need Ben running in thinking somebody was hurt, and I couldn’t remember if I’d thought to lock the door.

  His whining and pleading got louder, and it was obvious what he needed. The question was how hard it would be to get him to say yes.

  Aaron

  Matt wanted to fuck me. Although I was nervous, I wanted him so much it was scary. He was wrapped around me, at least as much as he could, considering the difference in our sizes, and the side of my hip was sticky with his precum.

  “Don’t know if I’d be any good for you,” I said.

  He snickered. “Pathetic excuse. Let nature take over. The way you were whimpering and begging a minute ago, I’d have thought you were the biggest bottom I ever met.”

  “Hey, hey.” I pinched his nipple hard, making him squawk. “I’m definitely not a bottom, but I….”

  It was damned hard to concentrate. One of his hands was still between my legs, tracing circles around my asshole with the pad of his finger. “Yes?” he asked, with a sly grin. “You what?”

  “I love you. I want to do everything with you, but maybe not—”

  His finger breached my hole, and I jumped like a scared teenager making out for the first time. I was still slick down there from all his licking, and he pushed his finger in and found my prostate. When he started rubbing, my hips matched him, move for move.

  He chuckled wickedly. “You like that, don’t you?” He rubbed harder, and the way I was thrusting my hips and moaning made denial an exercise in futility. He gave me a kiss while he rubbed harder inside. “Let’s take a walk on the wild side. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

  Magic Matt’s finger moved again, making me groan very loudly, and I nodded. “Do it. Fuck me.”

  “Just like that?” His eyes shone with mischief. “You issue an order? Not sure I follow orders very well.”

  God, he’s driving me crazy with that damned finger.

  “Please, okay?” I sounded frantic, but I wanted him to fuck me like nothing else. “Please fuck me. Please!”

  Matthew

  I fingered Aaron while he writhed around and begged for more. I was desperate to get inside him, and it was almost time. An experienced bottom, I was waiting for the sweet spot, that perfect moment of desperation when getting fucked would be such a relief that any discomfort would be minimized.

  “Baby, I’m ready! Do it now! Please fuck me, Matt! I need you so much.” He pushed down on my three fingers all the way and groaned in relief.

  There we go. I moved into position and rolled on the condom. Scooting closer, I pulled his legs across my shoulders, and he started mewling as soon as my dick touched his hole. He was so tight that my first tentative push didn’t get me very far. I didn’t want to hurt him, but he was insistent. “Just shove it in, Matt. I can handle it.”

  I pushed again and felt his stubborn muscles give way. Slowly, I slid halfway in and almost fainted from the tight heat that had me.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” His face turned crimson, and he squeezed his eyes shut while he panted furiously.

  I stopped. “You okay? Too fast?”

  He opened his eyes, which were more lucid than they’d been in a little while. A little dose of pain will do that for you. “I’m fine. Burns like hell, but feels fucking great. I can’t believe you’re inside me.” He huffed a little more air before nodding at me. “More.”

  “Okay, try to relax.” I rubbed a hand across his belly a time or two, and his abs unclenched. I carefully pushed my way on in.

  In no time, he was keening as he arched up to meet every thrust I drummed his way—and there were a lot of them. I was making a lot of noise, too. I’d forgotten what hard work topping was, especially with an untamed bottom like Aaron.

  “Aw!” he yelled after a particularly enthusiastic effort on my part. He managed to laugh, even as he kept begging. “You ass! That hurt. Do it again!”

  I chuckled. “Might… think again… about who’s… the ass… right now.”

  After a little while, I asked if he wanted to ride me.

  “Does that feel good? You seem to like it a lot.” He was sweaty and flushed, and his muscular body flexed every time he moved.

  “It’s great. You’ll have a lot more control than when I’m on top. Try it.”

  He loved it, of course. “Oh my God, yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

  He kept chanting in rhythm to his riding. His ass was alive, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I couldn’t look away from his handsome face, screwed up in pleasure as he discovered all the ways he could use my dick to make himself feel good.

  “Don’t mind… my sweat… now… do you?” He leered at me, and a few more drops rained town from his forehead. “Say it. You… love… my sweat.”

  I slammed into him as he rode me fast, his dick twirling around like a crazed ballerina. “Love your sweat. But only… when… we’re fucking.”

  Ready to come and wanting to take him over the edge with me, I started jerking his cock. His cries got louder, and soon fire slammed into my balls. Pleasure arced into the small of my back, my toes curled, and I was caught in a spasm of pure ecstasy. “Fuck!” I yelled. Heat gripped me, and I pumped spurts of cum into the condom buried deep in Aaron’s ass.

  “Goddammit!” Aaron seated himself hard on my dick and threw his head back. I watched in wonder as globs of white shot out of him, careening wildly through the air and covering me in the process. “Jesus Christ!” he yelled.

  I used my thumbs to rub circles on his thighs while he rode out his orgasm. When the shooting had slowed to a dribble, he looked down at me and chuckled. “Holy fucking shit. You really are Magic Matt.”

  He lay down beside me and snuggled into the crook of my shoulder, where he moaned and purred like a kitten. “Never thought I’d like that so much.” He idly played with my nipples. “That was my first time. So glad it was you.”

  “Me too. I’m really happy you liked it.”

  He raised his head to look at me. “Hmm…. I never had you pegged for a top. You were really good.”

  I snorted. “Never done it much,” I said, playing with some hair on his belly. “Just when some he-man bottom wants a big dick.”

  “Hey, hey!”

  I gave him a kiss. “Just kidding, Aaron. I don’t usually like topping, but it was great with you. I want us to take care of each other every way we can.”

  He put his head back down on my shoulder, and we lay there for another minute or two. Finally, he chuckled. “Don’t get any ideas, though.”

  I wiggled around so I could see his face. “What?”

  “I want you to fuck me again, for sure, but mostly I want to top you.”

  I smiled to myself. “Whatever you want, my big stud.” As much as you loved it, you just might be begging to get
fucked a lot more often than you think.

  We got quiet, and soon Aaron was snoring. I thought about setting an alarm, but to hell with it.

  Aaron

  “You never came back down for breakfast.” Ben and I were sitting at the table by the French doors in the kitchen, and he wore his trademark wiseass grin. “Not after Matt disappeared upstairs while you were in the shower.”

  I gave him the “don’t you dare” look. “We got talking, and I realized it’d be time for lunch before long.”

  “Talking? Hmm….” His lips were twitching again. “When I came up to see if you guys wanted to hang out, I heard exercising through the door.”

  I cleared my throat and could imagine the pinpricks of red breaking out all over my face. “You asshole! Shut up.”

  He snickered. “It’s cool, little bro. You think I wouldn’t like to be getting some?” He scratched his nose and took a breath. “Seriously, I don’t ever remember you being this happy before. You’re in love with a great guy who thinks you hung the moon, so enjoy it.”

  True to her word, Andie Macadam had delivered a lot more food, and Ben and I finished up a chicken casserole. He was my best friend, and since we both enjoyed silence, it was nice just sitting there together. The doctors had encouraged Mom to walk, and she and Matt had gone to a nearby bakery to pick up some things for the next few days.

  “Ben? I need a favor.”

  He looked up. “Yeah? What?”

  “I need to go to the bank.”

  “Okay.” He tilted his head. “Need a ride? You brought your car.”

  I shook my head. “Could you keep Matt here?”

  “You don’t want him to go?” He took two bananas out of the fruit bowl, broke them apart, and handed me one.

  “I need to go by myself.” I shifted around on my chair. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong or anything. I just, I’m going to—”

  “I’ll be glad to keep him occupied.” He leaned forward over the table. “Is there something you want to tell me?”