by Sean Michael
Unlike his artist.
“Now, Bishop…” Knight backed away.
He kept going, eyes narrowing. “You’re not getting out of this.”
“We’ve already played our games.”
“We’ve only just started playing these particular reindeer games. All three of you are going to be plugged. End of argument.” He loved this game with Knight, knew Knight loved it, too. Craved it.
He pounced, pushing Knight up against the wall. Knight squeaked, tried to scoot away, but Bish had him.
“You’re not going anywhere, baby.”
Rookie’s and Jason’s moans were a sexy soundtrack to their play.
“You bastard.” Knight’s cock was firming on his thigh.
“That’s me. Your favorite bastard,”
Knight smiled. “You know it.”
Bishop took a hard kiss, and started tugging Knight back to the couch.
Knight fought him, but it was for show, and Rook and Jason had been busy. Rook was plugged now, and fucking Jason over and over with the plug they’d chosen for the kid. Bishop dragged Knight right to the couch, sat and pulled his man down over his knees.
“Bish!” Oh, he loved the look of that ass over his lap. He smacked it. Twice.
“Fucker…” Knight bit his calf.
“Knight!” He laughed and smacked Knight’s ass twice more.
“No spanking.” Knight reached back, tried to cover his ass.
Bishop smacked that ass again. “No topping from the bottom.”
“I’m not on the bottom.”
“Semantics, lover.”
Knight wiggled, fighting him. Bishop held out one hand and Rookie leaned in, sucking on his fingers. “Thanks, Rook.” He pulled his fingers out of Rook’s mouth and pushed them into Knight’s body.
The tight hole fluttered around his touch.
“Mine,” he reminded Knight.
“Fuck… Bish…” Knight squeezed him tight.
“No, I’m going to fuck Knight.” He grinned, pushing his fingers deep enough to brush across Knight’s gland.
A dull flush climbed up Knight’s back.
“Gonna put my cum in you before I put in the plug, Knight.” He should have done it from the start in the shower, but then he would have missed the way his words made Jason and Rookie moan as much as they made Knight whimper with need.
“Bish. Oh, fuck…”
He kept working that flat spot, one hand on the small of Knight’s back. He could feel his lover’s prick between his legs, the tip leaking and leaking. “Don’t you come, Knight. Hold it. I know you can.”
He held out his hand imperiously and Rookie came through, handing over the lubed-up plug he’d chosen. Bishop kept touching, kept Knight ramped up, driving his boy higher and higher. When he was ready, he pushed the head of the plug against Knight’s hot hole. Knight’s body clenched, tightened.
“Let it in, baby. You know you want it.”
“Bish…”
Stubborn man.
“Shut up and take the plug like the beautiful bottom you are.”
Knight moaned, but Bish knew the compliment had been heard, just like Knight knew he’d meant it.
He pushed the tip into Knight’s body, then more. He eased the plug in, so slowly, making Knight feel every second.
“It’s bigger than the one Jason’s got. It’s bigger than the one Rookie’s got. It’s the biggest and the best for my Knight.” He added more lube, pressed it forward, then let it back out a bit, teasing him.
He could do this all fucking night long, with the sounds and smells of Jason and Rookie’s playing and loving just making everything that much better. Bending over, he placed a kiss in the small of Knight’s back. Knight shivered for him, moaned deep in his chest.
“Yeah. My sexy Knight in shining dildo.”
Knight’s head lifted. “Seriously?”
“What? It’s Christmas, and we’re having fun.”
Those pretty, happy eyes glinted at him. “Are we?”
He pushed the plug in deep with a single thrust. “We are.”
Knight yelped and jerked, his entire body flushing a dark pink. Bishop tugged the plug partway out and began fucking Knight with it again.
“Bishop…” Knight tried to pull his legs up, draw them in, but he couldn’t.
“Right here.” He found the right angle, pushing the plug in over and over.
When Knight got close, he slowed down, held the plug at its widest point. “I said I wanted to fill you with my spunk, Knight, then plug you.”
Knight’s response was a wild, needy cry. He shifted Knight slowly, letting the plug come out. Then he sat back and brought Knight to sit in his lap.
“Bish. Bishop, please.”
“Come here, baby.” He got everything lined up right and pulled Knight onto his prick.
“Bish!” Knight arched back, abs tight like a bow.
“Come on, ride me like I’m Santa and you’re one of my elves.”
Rookie cracked up beside him, and he reached out to lazily swat Rookie’s ass.
“Rook, love, please.” Jason sounded desperate, needy, and Bishop spared their muscle man a glance. The man was bound—dripping, hard, and riding the plug.
Rook met his gaze, eyes shining and hot. Licking his lips, Rookie asked, “Bishop?”
He grinned and nodded. “Go ahead.”
When Rookie swooped down to swallow Jason whole, Bishop slammed up into Knight. It was Jason who screamed, hips pumping up furiously, even as his Knight took Bishop in to the root. He matched the kid’s rhythm, fucking Knight hard and fast. His lover was like a fire around him as Bishop plowed into him, driving hard.
He handed Knight the plug to free up his own hand and wrapped it around his lover’s prick, jacking in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck. Fuck, harder. So fucking good.”
“Pushy man.” He slammed in harder, his fingers squeezing Knight’s prick.
“Yes. Yes, you make me need.” Knight’s head fell back, and he swallowed hard.
He turned his head, lips wrapping around Knight’s skin below his Adam’s apple. Talk about making people need… His lover shook hard, and Jason cried out Rook’s name, over and over—the four of them making the best music together, holiday or otherwise.
“Come on, baby. Say my name.” Bishop growled out the words, thumb digging into the head of Knight’s prick.
“Love… Mouse, please. Oh, fuck, Bish, more…”
He gave Knight more. He gave his lover everything.
His Knight came for him, crying out, sobbing for him, and Bishop knew he was the only thing on earth his lover knew just then. He kept thrusting, pushing Knight through sweet aftershocks.
He turned Knight, eased him back on the sofa and started thrusting, seeking his own pleasure. Groaning, he sped his movements, fucking close. Knight looked at him, reached up and cupped his cheek.
“Oh, fuck.” He thrust twice more and came, filling Knight up. He stayed close, kept holding Knight’s gaze, both of them breathing together. “Gonna get that plug in you. Keep my cum deep inside all night long.”
“Bishop…”
He noted that wasn’t a no.
“That’s right. Bishop’s gonna do that to you.”
Rook and Jason were curled together on the sofa, Rook murmuring and caressing, bringing Jason down. Bishop smiled and grabbed the plug still clutched in Knight’s hand. Knight’s body gripped him, body squeezing him tight, rippling around him and refusing to let him go.
“You’re going to have to let me out.”
“Keeping you.”
“Yes.” He nodded his agreement. “You are. Gonna leave my spunk in you.”
Knight’s eyes closed, lips parting on a moan. Bishop got the plug re-lubed, then began to pull out of Knight for real. Knight fought him, but that slick hole released his cock. He got the plug pushed partway in before any of his cum could slide out of Knight’s body. Then he slowly teased the rest of the metal in.
Knight whimpered, arching up and moaning for him.
“Such a sweet fucking ass, baby.” He pushed the rest of the plug in, letting it settle properly.
Knight shuddered, and he pulled Knight in, wrapped them in a blanket, protecting them. Beside them Jason and Rook were murmuring quietly—sweet nothings and soft laughter, from what he could hear.
The decorations were going to have to wait until they all found the energy and the desire to move. They were probably going to have to wait until morning. It was a good thing Chinese food warmed up well.
Chapter Three
At four a.m., Rookie jacked himself off and managed to fall back to sleep again. At five, he got up and had a nice long shower. At six, he made hot chocolate for everyone, brought it into the living room and turned the lights on the tree on. He killed five minutes admiring all the gifts under the tree then went to wake up his lovers.
It was Christmas Day! Hell, it was well after six a.m. on Christmas Day!
“Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!” He bounced onto the bed.
Jason moaned then grabbed him, saving him from Knight’s swat. “Merry Christmas.”
He beamed and kissed Jason. Hard. “Merry Christmas! There’s presents!”
“Are there? Are you sure?” Jason drew him in, lips near his ear. “Knight said if I don’t keep you busy until seven, he’ll spank me.”
Rook giggled. “Honey, I’m not sure if that’s the proper incentive. It sounds sexy as hell.”
Jason blinked at him. “Rook… Spanking? Me?”
Rook giggled. “You’d let me do it.”
“I love you.” Jason would let him do anything.
Humming, he kissed Jason, long and slow. “I love you, too,” he whispered. “And you’re better than presents under the tree any day.”
“Oh.” His sweet lover’s eyes got all misty.
He kissed Jason, lying on the hard muscles and warm skin. Jason’s hands moved over him, petting him, exploring every inch like the man was addicted. He knew the feeling. He licked at Jason’s collarbone, pulling the salt and man flavor in. Jason’s breath caught, just like it had the first time.
Moaning, he wrapped his mouth around Jason’s skin where neck met shoulder and began to pull at it. His lover. God, Jason loved him so well. He was the luckiest man in the world—it was almost like it was always Christmas for him. He stroked Jason’s sides, enjoying the strong muscles moving beneath him.
Jason leaned up, lips brushing his ear. “I want to suck you.”
Rook jerked and moaned. Like any sane man would say no to that. He honestly couldn’t think of anything he wanted for Christmas more. “Yes, please.”
Jason shifted, sliding underneath him, turning around so that sweet mouth could pull him in, Jason’s cock suddenly right there, level with Rook’s mouth.
“Fuck.” Rook automatically reached down to Jason’s head at his crotch, twisting his fingers in the lovely long hair. Thank God their position had Jason’s cock close enough to touch, to taste, to lap at the tip. Rook pressed his tongue into the little slit, wanting to feel Jason moan around his own cock. He did, the sound soft, vibrating all around him. And that made him moan, a nice little circle of pleasure and need forming through them.
Jason’s mouth was gentle against him, slowly building his need. He sucked at Jason’s prick like it was the best fucking Popsicle in the world, the tip beginning to leak steadily, drops flavoring his mouth. The whole thing was bone-meltingly slow and easy.
Rook had a new favorite tradition for Christmas morning.
He found Jason’s balls and rolled them gently. One of Jason’s fingers slipped into his hole, touching him inside. He gasped around Jason’s prick and pushed back into the touch, body wide awake, nerves beginning to sing. Those fingers aroused him, left him gasping, aching for more.
“Honey,” he whimpered. “Making me crazy.” Then he went back to sucking.
Jason’s answer happened all around his cock. It made him bob his head faster, made him suck harder.
They rolled, driving together, skin slapping. He grabbed hold of Jason’s ass, squeezing hard. Jason’s fingertips nudged his gland. He cried out around Jason’s prick, spilling into his honey’s mouth. Jason followed close behind, humming and taking his lips.
He swallowed it all down then spent some time cleaning Jason’s prick, licking and sucking gently, loath to let go of his prize. Jason’s head was heavy on his thigh, lips on his skin.
He reached down to touch Jason’s head, stroking his fingers through his hair. “Love you, honey.”
Jason kissed the tip of his cock. “Merry Christmas.”
“Mmm. Yeah, it is. And hey!” Rook sat up and poked Knight. “Everybody wake up! It’s Christmas and there’s presents!”
Knight groaned. “Go fuck Jase.”
“We already had Merry Christmas blow jobs! They were fantastic. And now it’s time to open presents. I could pounce on you!”
Knight moaned piteously. “Bish. Don’t let him pounce on me.”
Bishop groaned. “It can’t be morning already.”
“But it is! And there’s presents!” There were. A whole stack of them under the tree. He nipped at Jason’s shoulder. “You’re getting up with me, right? We’ve had blow jobs. There’s even hot chocolate, for fuck’s sake.”
“Ooh. Hot chocolate?” Jason grinned, eyes lit up. “God, yes. Come on. Let’s heat up the pastries.”
He grinned, pleased at least someone was getting into the spirit. He knew Knight and Bishop would get there eventually, but Rook had a terrible time waiting on Christmas mornings. He always had. “I mean it, you guys—if you’re not out in the living room by the time we’re there with hot chocolate and goodies, I’m coming to pounce.”
Knight groaned and pushed into Bishop’s arms for a kiss. Jason, though, tugged Rook out of bed and grabbed a robe. Rook slipped into the warmth of his robe and let Jason lead him into the living room. They grabbed the hot chocolate he’d left getting cold before going to the kitchen.
“We have pastries for breakfast? I don’t remember buying them…” said Rook.
“I did.”
Oh, sweet man.
They opened the refrigerator and it was packed full of boxes. What the hell? “These can’t all be pastries.” He looked at Jason.
Jason shook his head. “This is like…a catering company.”
Knight’s voice sounded. “You said you wanted munchies for all day. Ta da. Munchies. And nobody has to actually make anything.”
“Oh…” Rook turned around and threw himself at Knight.
Knight caught him, kissed his temple. “Merry Christmas, Rookie.”
“Thanks, lover.” He beamed at Knight, then at Bishop as he wandered in.
“Someone said there were presents,” grumbled Bishop, but Rook knew he wasn’t as grouchy as he was pretending to be.
Grinning, Rook grabbed hold of Jason’s hand and tugged him in so they could have a group hug.
“You’re amazing, Knight. It’s going to be an amazing day.”
Knight chuckled. “Of course it is. It’s our first Christmas together.”
“Come on. Let’s get some of this food out and the hot chocolate hot again so we can open presents!”
Rook had to admit, he already had his arms full of everything he needed. The stuff under the tree in pretty packaging was just icing on this most wonderful of cakes.
Chapter Four
Knight leaned back, laughing as Jason and Bish played with some first person shooter game Santa had brought them. They’d been playing games the entire week since Christmas, and Knight was pretty sure they’d still be playing as they rang in the New Year tonight. Rookie was sleeping off a chocolate Kiss the size of a grapefruit, and Knight was reading. He’d read two books already this holiday—one on color theory and one on erotic gay photographers. Now he was onto the novels.
Rook’s warm hands slid over Knight’s back and around him and he leaned his head
on Jason’s shoulder. “You sound happy.”
“Mmm. Good nap?” He leaned over and kissed Rook’s jaw.
Rook turned his face, kissing him back. “Uh-huh. You guys were gonna wake me before midnight to say Happy New Year, right?”
“Mmm-hmm. Of course. The children are playing with their toy.” Honestly, he wasn’t even sure what time it was now.
Rookie laughed. “They do love that stupid thing, don’t they?”
“Mmm-hmm. It’s the holiday season. It’s for playing.” And the weather had been brutal—icy and bitter, not worth going out in. It made it nice to stay inside and be lazy, be together. Have fun.
That had Rookie grinning evilly and snuggling close, moving against him. “Does that mean you’ll play with me?”
“I was reading.” Still, he tossed his book aside and took a long, lazy kiss.
“You like the books.” Rookie beamed at him, clearly pleased, and shifted again, moving to straddle his lap.
“I love the books.” He settled, wrapping his hands around Rook’s waist. “I’ll want to paint you and Jason together, soon.”
“Next year.” Rook grinned—he’d been making the silly joke all week long.
Knight didn’t have the meanness in him to snarl, though, so he chuckled, goosed Rookie and winked. Rookie laughed hard for him, all warm and wriggling.
“Little flirt.” He had his hands full of sweet, firm ass.
“I always follow through, though.”
“You do that.” He squeezed that fine ass, hard.
Rookie squeaked for him, pushing close.
“Kiss me,” Knight demanded. He wanted to taste Rookie, to taste the happiness there.
His sweet lover obliged, lips pressing against his, then blooming open. The kiss was gentle, almost sweet, and he luxuriated in it, in the laziness of it. Rookie slid his hands along Knight’s shoulders then tweaked one of his nipple rings. He jerked and shivered. He couldn’t help it.
“Mmm. Love how sensitive they make you.”
“They make me crazy.” They made him need.
“Uh-huh.” Rook tugged again.
“Don’t.” He covered Rook’s hand with his own.
Rookie tugged on his lower lip, not quite biting it. “I can feel how much you like it, K.”