by Sean Michael
“Hey,” Boom’s voice rumbled, thick with sleep. “Easy.”
He held his head, fighting nausea. “I fell asleep.”
“Yeah. Slept all night, too.” Boom sat, hands landing on his shoulders, digging in.
“I...” He wasn’t sure if he wanted the touch to ease him, but it did.
“I’ve got your back, baby.”
He searched for words, but he didn’t have any. None.
Boom just kept working his muscles, refusing to let him get any tenser, easing him down. He let Boom lead, and soon the big man was straddling his ass. It wasn’t wham bam thank you Raptor, though, no. Instead Boom kept working his muscles, finding each and every fucking knot.
“There you go, boy. Breathe for me.” Strong fingers dug into his spine, then along his ribs.
He tried to focus, decide what he was going to do, but every time he did, Boom dug in harder.
“Just take it.” The words were growled out in that deep, sexy voice.
His cock twitched. Actually twitched. God, even with all that had happened, Boom did it for him. It was fucking insane. Absolutely fucking insane.
Book rocked against him, thick heat sliding on his ass.
“Not horny.” It wasn’t really true, though. He kinda was.
“Shh. I’m massaging you.”
“Massaging.” Okay. Okay, that was okay.
Still, he could feel that amazing heat burning into his ass cheeks. It was like a brand, without pain, just a steady intensity. Every time Boom leaned or shifted, it moved against him. He found himself responding, pushing back into what could be thrusts.
Boom leaned in, cock sliding up to his lower back. “Needy slut.”
“Am not.” But they both knew that was a lie.
Boom chuckled and now his movements became deliberate, rocking against him.
“Laughing at me.” Still, he could breathe now, couldn’t he?
“At your attempted denial, yes.”
“Shut up.” He found a smile. A real smile.
“My being quiet won’t change the truth.” Boom leaned over him, reaching for the lube on his bedside table.
“No. No, it won’t. Touch me.”
“Anytime I can.” Boom moved back and encouraged him to draw his knees up under himself.
He moved eagerly. His headache had backed off and he wanted to remember the good things.
Boom settled behind him, two slick fingers pushing into him.
“Oh.” His eyes crossed and his entire body shivered.
“I’d almost forgotten how fucking tight you are.” Boom pushed his fingers deep, crooked them, finding Raptor’s gland.
“Al...” He was going for sarcastic, but there was no way.
“That’s right, baby. Almost.” Chuckling again, Boom withdrew his fingers before shoving them back in and hitting his gland again.
“Yes.” His whisper was fierce, needy. God, yes.
“I know what you need. I’ve got what you need right here.” Boom put another finger into him.
Raptor thought both of them needed to believe that.
Another reach for his bedside table yielded a strip of condoms and Boom grabbed one.
“More than I’ve used in three years.” It had been nothing but his own hand for so long.
“We’ll have to buy another package while we’re out.” Boom pressed the blunt head of that thick cock against his hole.
He loved how Boom assumed they had a future, plans. He really did. And that told him a lot.
Then that thick cock pushed into him, spreading him open. He moaned, his entire body jerking, tightening around the heavy prick.
“So fucking tight.” Groaning, Boom pushed in all the way.
He nodded, rocking back, taking more of that heavy cock. Boom’s big hands wrapped around his hips and Boom began thrusting.
“Yes.” Raptor was too tired to fight what he needed.
He could feel Boom’s fingers digging into his skin and it was the perfect counterpoint to the thrusts into his body. He began to push back, giving Boom some of his strength.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
The words fell on him, slid up his spine.
“Got an ass made for fucking. Made for me to fuck.”
He felt the heat climb up his back.
Shifting, Boom found his gland on the next thrust.
“Fuck!” His head slammed back.
Boom started pulling him back hard into each thrust, banging away at his gland. The world became pleasure. Simple, undeniable need that made him want to scream. Boom was a fucking machine, giving it to him like he could do it forever.
Raptor spread, braced himself, taking it. Like that was his cue, Boom reached around and grabbed hold of his prick.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
“I know.”
The head of his cock was squeezed, pinched. He bit out a cry, then jerked, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. Boom thrust through it, making it go on for fucking ever. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked him, made him groan. Then two last thrusts hit his gland and Boom stilled, buried deep inside him.
“Damn.” He took a deep breath, then another.
Boom’s head rested against his neck and he could feel each ragged breath across his skin. One hand covered his, and their fingers twined together.
“We’re going to work everything out,” Boom told him, voice rumbling along his spine.
“Yeah?” He hadn’t been a ‘we’ in a long, long time.
“We are. Despite our occupations.”
“Do you like it, being a cop?” He was going to have to decide what he was going to do next.
“I do. I like knowing I’m protecting people. I like sifting the bad from the good.”
Raptor hoped he was at least in the okay pile.
Boom went on. “Like that guy running guns. Hell, he was part of a one-percenter gang, and he was still worse than them.”
“Yeah. I don’t. I don’t let them make trouble in my bar.”
“I know. I could see you’re one of the good ones, baby.”
“I don’t know. I’m not bad.” That he was sure of.
“I know. You just want to live and let live, get fucked.”
“Yeah. Be a little happy.”
“Uh-huh.” Boom wrapped his mouth around the skin of Raptor’s throat. The suction was hard, toothy, and he was going to be wearing a bruise.
Eventually Boom pulled away and licked at the spot. “I want to stay, baby. I want to blow your fucking mind.”
“Stay? Can we do that? I don’t even know what to do next.”
“We can do whatever the hell we want. I meant stay with you specifically, though. I don’t care where exactly that happens.”
“I...I don’t even know your name.” All he knew was Boom.
“Brian Simpson.” Boom chuckled. “But they only call me that at work. Oh, and my mom.”
“My name’s really Raptor, believe it or not. My sister’s name is Rainbow.”
“Oh man, that is awesome.” Boom laughed, the sound deep, satisfying.
“Yeah. It’s easier to pretend it’s a handle, you know?”
“I bet. Were your folks hippies?” Boom’s hands slid on him, touching, stroking, never still.
“More in love with the idea of hippies.”
Boom chuckled at that. “Mine were con artists.”
“Like officially?” Did people do that?
“Like my mom is currently in jail - turned in by my father who is currently on the lam.”
“Dude. That’s impressive.”
“Tell me about it. I spent most of my childhood moving from place to place as my folks tried to stay one step ahead of the law.”
“We did the homeschool nomad thing, but it was all flowers and peace and stopping when the Winnebago broke down.”
“Sounds like a way better childhood.” Boom shrugged. “I make my own decisions now.”
Raptor squeezed Boom’s hand, thinki
ng that he could tell this man - this cop - things his friends didn’t know. Boom was… safe. “This land was my Grandda’s. I’ve lived here since I was sixteen, on my own.”
“Yeah? Something happen to your folks or were you just ready to settle?” Boom tugged him back in tighter.
“There was an accident. You saw the scars on my belly. I lived.”
Boom’s fingers moved unerringly to them.
“Yeah. It sucked, but I had Grandda and I helped in the bar until he died and then I took over.”
“Oh man, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ve healed.” He had, too. He wasn’t a wounded soldier, just a dude.
“I’m all about leaving the past in the past.”
“Me too. I mean, my folks were a hoot, but...” He shrugged. “I grew up.”
“Yeah, me too.” Boom took a kiss. “So, is there somewhere we can get stuff to turn this place into Christmas?”
“Yeah. After I go look at the bar, call the insurance company and my employees.” Oh, his poor guys.
“Okay, baby. If you still have eggs, I’ll make you breakfast while you start your calls. You don’t have to go through this alone because I’m not going anywhere.” Boom sounded so...sure.
Raptor wanted to believe it could be as easy as that. There was real life, though, wasn’t there? “When do you have to go back to work?”
“Second of January.”
“Long vacation.”
“I’ve been undercover for a long fucking time.”
He turned to face Boom, wrapped the man in a hug, needing to connect again. Boom seemed to understand, holding him back and taking a kiss as Boom rubbed his thumb on the mark he’d made.
“You...you like multicolor lights, man?” Raptor asked. Maybe if he believed they could just move forward and be together, too, they could.
“I do. I haven’t ever had a full out decorated home. I want all the things.”
“All the things?” The words seemed to have a ton of weight.
Boom nodded. “Lights. A tree. Presents. Food.”
“Us,” Raptor added. That’s what really made Christmas - the people.
“That goes without saying.” One side of Boom’s mouth quirked. “Maybe it should be said, though, huh?”
“I’d like to hear it.” Maybe he needed to.
“None of the rest of it means anything if you and I aren’t together.” That sure note in Boom’s voice was even stronger now.
Raptor met Boom’s eyes. “Works for me, Boom.”
“Then we’ll figure everything else out.”
“Yeah. Go make eggs. I’ll call the guys.” Bonnie and Doug and Pit.
“You got it, baby.” Boom smacked his ass.
From boy to baby, who knew where they’d be by Christmas Eve. Raptor wanted to find out, though. In fact, in a world of shit that sucked, he found himself filled with Christmas spirit.
Chapter Ten
The inside of Raptor’s cabin looked like Christmas had exploded all over it. Colored lights, tinsel, singing snowmen and a variety of Santas. The tree came from the woods around the cabin and reached the ceiling. It was tacky as hell and Brian loved it.
Raptor had gone to the wreckage of the bar, turned around and walked away. There wasn’t a thing left standing. Brian didn’t know if the man planned to rebuild or not. He didn’t think Raptor even knew. So it was his job to make this a good holiday for Raptor. He figured he could be pretty good at the task. He thought maybe it would be something he’d like to take on, permanently. No, if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t thinking it. He knew it.
“What do you think?” He asked, making a “Tada” motion.
“I think it’s the happiest this place has been in years.”
Brian smiled at that, feeling some pride at helping make that happen. Raptor kept wandering toward him, touching him, stroking him. He encouraged those touches, rewarding them with kisses or strokes of his own.
Finally he said, “You know if you want something, all you have to do is ask.”
“Can I have a kiss?”
“You know it.” He pushed his fingers into the belt loops on Raptor’s jeans and tugged him in close.
Tilting his head, he brought their mouths together. Raptor opened up, one hand on his hip. He spread Raptor’s lips with his tongue, pushing right into Raptor’s mouth. It was so easy, to let the scent of pine and the glow of the lights put him in the holiday mood. And having Raptor in his arms put him in the mood for a little holiday loving.
He grabbed Raptor’s sweet, kinky ass and squeezed.
“Is this real, Boom? This life that we have?”
“If we want it to be. I do. I mean, I’ll go if you insist, but we’re good together. Fuck that, we’re great together and you make me want things I thought I could never have.” Things like family and permanence. Someone of his own. A place to call home.
Raptor met his eyes. “You’re the first man I brought home. Ever.”
“Seriously? You took a chance on me right from the start? Why?” He wasn’t the only one who’d felt it - that made it so much better.
“I don’t know. Instinct? Desire? Your cock made me fuck-stupid?”
Brian started chuckling. “Is that a thing?”
“You haven’t heard of it?” Raptor’s eyes were wide, teasing him. “Are you sure?”
“It seems a little familiar, now that you mention it. I think I might need to see it again to be sure, though.”
“Yeah, who knows what I’ll agree to after? Gingerbread? Candy canes? Gumdrops?”
“Are you offering to fellate them or make them or eat them?” God, this was fun. Almost as fun as fucking Raptor’s brains out.
“As long as they stay out of my ass...”
They grinned at each other then began to cackle.
“You know the candy canes,” Brian began when he’d caught his breath.
That set them off again, Raptor clinging to him and howling with laughter. It was good to see Raptor relaxing, laughing. It was even better to see his boy share his joy with him.
He kissed Raptor, their shared laughter making it breathless.
“Never spent Christmas with a cop, man.”
“I’m just a guy, though, right? I put my fucking sexy leather pants on one leg at a time, just like you.” That was his one worry, that Raptor wouldn’t be able to get over the law enforcement thing.
“Are you kidding? Hot leather daddy with handcuffs and a dick like a club? I’m in heaven.”
That had him grinning and he grabbed Raptor’s ass, his confidence flooding back. “You like my club, huh?”
“I like you, officer. I like knowing about you. I like fucking with you.”
“You mean getting fucked by me.” He winked, squeezed that ass and pulled Raptor up hard against him.
“I do. I mean the way you handle my toy box.”
He laughed. “Handling your toy box is going to quickly become one of my favorite things.”
“Are you my own personal Santa Claus?”
“Yeah, I like to think I am.”
“Ho ho ho.”
“I think that’s my line.” He squeezed Raptor’s ass, remembering the pretty dildo and the leather paddle he’d found. Both were wrapped and under the tree. It was going to be a fabulous holiday. Starting right now.
He took Raptor’s mouth, laughter giving way to moans. The lights sparkled in his eyes, shone, and he held Raptor close. He dragged them both over to the bed, pushing Raptor down.
Time to unwrap his present.
Epilogue
The Christmas party was in full swing, the cops and the bikers filling the bar, laughing, singing. Having a ball. Boom was behind the bar, filling beer mugs with the local brew. He looked up, catching Raptor’s gaze and grinned.
Things had changed. So much had changed - the bar was new, the crowd was new. The ring on his finger was new. It was all working, though, and Raptor got to go home to that sexy man every day.
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nbsp; “Hey Raptor, Merry Christmas!” One of the captains slapped him on the back, all grins.
“Merry Christmas, Mac. You got plans?”
“Me and the old lady are going to see my mom.”
“Tell Jenny I said hey.” There hadn’t been a fight here in three weeks. He almost missed the daily brawls. Almost.
“Will do.” Mac offered over his glass. “Can I get a refill?”
“Sure. Let me hook you up.”
He headed to the bar. “Mac needs another brew-ski, please.”
“Yeah? What are you going to give me for it?” Boom looked at him from beneath heavy lids.
His toes curled and he swallowed his moan.
“Oh yeah, I’ll take some of that when we get home.” Boom pulled the beer and handed the glass over, their fingers sliding together.
“Butthead. Be good.”
“Oh, I’m planning on being very good.”
Raptor grinned, tickled to the bone. “You going to play Santa tonight?”
“You fucking know it. Trust me, there won’t be any coal in your stocking, but I am planning on you being very naughty.”
“Ho ho ho.” He winked and took Mac his beer.
“That’s my line,” Boom called after him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He waved his lover off, but couldn’t stop his smile.
“You should kick us all out,” Mac told him when he brought the man his beer. “It’s Christmas Eve.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it should be last call.”
About the time he said it, Boom hollered. “Last call, boys!”
There were good natured grumbles, but everyone finished up their booze and started heading out. Bonnie and Doug started gathering glasses and he rang out the cash. They all knew what they were doing and in no time at all, the bar was empty but for him and Boom.
He locked up behind the staff, discovering that Boom had followed him when the big body pressed against his back.
“Oh.” This was his favorite game, hard fuck in the bar.
A little shove pushed him right up against the door. “I’ve got the first package for you right here.”
“Now officer...Are you sure you should be doing this?”
“I’m sure you need to be frisked. I need to make sure you’re not carrying any dangerous weapons.”