by Sean Michael
So pretty.
He made cinnamon rolls and coffee, then started a nice, blazing fire. Then he curled up on the sofa and watched his lovers sleeping, giving thanks for them both, for this peace.
Whit stirred first, yawning and stretching and murmuring happily as he burrowed into Grey's chest. Grey purred softly, wrapping Whit in his arms, petting and trying to soothe their lover back into sleep.
He wondered for a moment if it would work, like it often did, but then Whit leaned back and gave Grey a kiss. “Wake up, Grey! It's Christmas!”
Whit turned, smiling warmly as he was spied. “Raine! Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas, Whit!” He grinned and opened his arms. “Come snuggle! There's coffee and sweet rolls all made.”
Grey burrowed under the covers with a soft growl.
“Oh, Grey, come with me—it's Christmas morning!” Whit turned and squinted at the clock. “It's after 7! I don't think I've ever slept this late Christmas morning.”
Grey murmured something soft and then Whit was pulled in for a long, deep, early-morning kiss. Beautiful. Whit melted against Grey, hands sliding through the long, dark hair.
He was drawn to them, moving across the floor and into the warm blankets and two sets of warm eyes. Drawn to Whit's smile and Grey's happy rumble. Drawn to his heart and home.
“Oh,” murmured Whit, pulling him close. “This is the best Christmas ever.”
“Mm ... yes.” Grey tucked him into their caress, blanket covering them all so the long, lazy kisses could go on and on. The passion built slowly, Whit beginning to move between them, rubbing and sliding against them. It was like magic, easy and soft, one drugging kiss melting into another and another. Hands and lips, bodies and cocks, they all moved together, rocked together in waves.
“Oh! Grey! Raine!” Whit's words slid together, heralding the splash of heat as their sweet lover came. His higher cry was lost in Grey's mouth, Grey's rumbling growl, one heat answering another.
Whit stretched and made happy noises, hands sliding over his skin, over Grey's. “Merry Christmas my loves.”
“Merry Christmas.” He nestled in, happy all through. “We should come back here every Christmas. Make love Christmas morning before presents.”
Raine couldn't help but vibrate a little bit at the thought of presents.
“Oh, presents!” Whit sat up and tugged on his and Grey's hands. “Come on—there's presents!”
He chuckled and followed, noting that even Grey came easy, soft laughter filling the cabin. “Did Santa come?”
“Yes,” replied Whit, giving them an impish grin. “I did.”
Grey tackled Whit, kissing him hard as they bounced on the sofa, all giggles. Such boys.
Whit finally untangled himself long enough to grab two packages, both long and flat, only an inch or so high. “Open these first!”
“You need one too...” Grey reached out, rummaging until he found a smaller, taller box. “Here.”
Together they unwrapped, three bright laughs sounding as his and Grey's truffles were opened, along with Whit's chocolate covered cherries.
Whit tore open his box, making ecstatic noises as he popped one of the chocolatesinto his mouth. The box was held out to them, their Whit ready to share. Grey took one, offering Whit a bite of coconut truffle in exchange. Raine occupied himself with licking melted chocolate off of lips and fingers.
Whit was smiling and laughing, those brown eyes dancing with happiness.
Raine handed over boxes with new bathrobes—dark blue for Whit, rich cream for Grey, deep green for him. Grey's offerings in the clothes department were silk pajamas—black, brown and cream—heavy and rich and decadent. Whit laughed and handed over smaller boxes with slippers in them, in the same three colors.
They dressed in their new clothes, laughing and moaning, fingers stroking a bit. Grey settled up on the sofa, stretched out on his side, smiling.
“Oh, I don't think I've ever slept in anything so decadent,” Whit murmured. “No wait. Your skin.”
Raine leaned forward and took a kiss, hands sliding over Whit's back. “Love you. Now. Books. Right, Grey?”
Grey nodded. They had explained to Whit that their Christmas had clothes, then books, then something practical, something personal, something sexy. Years of having everything be the same had made the Christmas presents traditional, but still fun. Now with Whit, it was like heaven.
Whit literally bounced. “Books!” He gave them each one. Grey's was a history of bondage through the ages, his was a collection of photographs of motorcycles.
His offering was a collection of Kertesz photos for Grey and a series of light-hearted mysteries for his Whit. Grey gave Whit a primer from the early 1800s and him a first edition of “The Catcher in the Rye".
“Oh, how wonderful.” Whit sat back and flipped through the primer before starting to read the blurbs on the backs of the mysteries.
Grey nodded, head already buried in those books, hand tangled in Raine's hair as he looked at the bikes.
They read quietly together until Whit's stomach growled loudly. Whit chuckled. “We should eat. And then there's more presents...”
“There are homemade cinnamon rolls already made.” Raine smiled over, waiting for Grey.
“Icing?”
“Yes, my Grey.”
“Coffee?”
“Yes, my Grey, in the carafe. And some orange juice, too.”
“Love you.”
“I know.”
Whit beamed at them both. “Stay put,” he said, getting up. “I'll bring everything over. You two can make out or something—give me a show.”
Raine chuckled, crawled up onto the sofa with Grey and took a kiss. “Happy?”
Grey nodded. He opened his mouth to ask another question, but Grey just pulled him close, the kiss long and sweet, flavored with happiness and chocolate and them.
“Oh ... so beautiful,” murmured Whit, the soft touch of their lover's hand sliding against their cheeks. He would have answered, but Grey wasn't quite finished with him, tongue still tasting, hand holding him close.
When the kiss finally ended, he found Whit sitting on the floor, devouring a cinnamon roll and watching them avidly.
“Are they good, love?” His voice was husky, closer to Grey's deep tones than normal, like Grey had crawled inside him.
“Delicious. Would you like a taste?” Whit leaned forward, not offering one of the buns, but his mouth instead.
“Mm ... yes, please.” He took a long, deep kiss and then Grey's tongue slid into the kiss, hungry and needing its own taste. Whit made a happy noise, the taste of the sound far sweeter than any roll.
Warm fingers slid through his hair, along his cheek and then Whit drew back, brown eyes shining. Whit looked beautiful, surrounded by the shining boxes and the lit up tree coloring his hair.
Yes. Perfect. Happy.
January
Whit was home alone. Raine and Grey were downstairs at the gallery for a reception. He missed them and it was almost worse because they were so close.
He was curled up on the couch, indulging in a guilty pleasure—watching Star Trek, saying all of Kirk's lines with him.
He was on his third episode when cold bottle rolled against his neck, startling the Hell out of him. Two sets of dark eyes shone down at him, gleaming. They looked good, wicked, dressed in matching black turtlenecks, Grey's hair braided, Raine's loose.
“We escaped, our Whit. Brought you a beer.” Raine was already gasping, Whit could see the tear in the collar of his lover's shirt, dark mark visible. Oh ... Grey must be hungry.
He fumbled for the remote and turned the television off, reaching for the beer so he could put it down on the table. “What else did you bring me?”
“Grey.” Raine groaned, head falling forward as Grey did something to him on the other side of the couch. Raine started panting, dark eyes dazed, almost drunk.
He climbed up onto his knees on the couch, taking Raine's face in
his hands and bringing their mouths together. Raine's kiss was desperate, wild, tongue thrusting deep into his mouth as if driven. Pulling away from the kiss he bit Raine's lower lip. “Tell me. Tell me what he's doing.”
“H ... he put in a plug be ... before the party. Kept ... kept making me sit. Now he's ... oh! Oh, fuck. Grey, love, please!” Grey's chuckle was pure evil as Raine cried out, pressing his mouth back together with Whit's.
He shuddered, Raine's words making him hard instantly. He reached around Raine's body with his hand, wanting to feel.
Grey had Raine's slacks pushed down, plug pulled out only enough to stretch the little ring of muscles, then slammed back in, twisted and rocked, then pulled out again.
He whimpered, fingers stroking along Grey's, along the skin around Raine's opening. “How big is it?”
Grey smiled at him, feral and hungry. “Tell him.”
Raine gasped. “Big enough for me to feel. Big enough to stretch me.” Dark eyes gleamed. “Big enough that you could fist me after without tearing me, you could touch me deep inside. He ... he cleaned me earlier. Washed me inside. Told me I could be your New Years gift from him.”
“Oh God!” He shuddered, nearly coming. Backing off the sofa, he stood and started tearing off his clothes. “Grey I want you to fuck me. I want you to make him sit there and watch you fuck me.”
And then he would ... and then he would hold Raine in his hand. But not without coming first, not without releasing some of the sudden pressure.
Grey growled, nodded. “Strip and sit, Raine. Leave the bindings on. You can't come.”
“Whit ... let me come. I ache.” Raine stood, the heavy leather cord wrapped around his cock and trapped the heavy balls, keeping him in control.
Whit grabbed his own balls and pulled tight to keep himself from coming. “Ohgodohgodohgod. Hurry, Grey. Please hurry.”
Grey walked over, bending Whit over the arm of the sofa. Raine sat gingerly, hips rocking against the leather of the couch. Grey didn't even undress, just pulled out the thick, heavy cock, slicked it and pushed in deep, filling Whit in one stroke. He screamed, somehow holding on, not coming yet. He wanted to feel Grey inside him, wanted his lover to fuck him hard while Raine watched, body writhing, on fire.
Grey's hands landed on his hips and his lover took him, slamming into him and rattling him. Raine's eyes were coals, hips grinding onto the plug that filled him. “Oh, Whit! Grey! So full. I need ... Oh, please, I want to come. I ache lovers. Need so bad.”
Grey whispered low, mouth brushing over his shoulder. “Going to touch him deep, Whit. Hold him in your hand.”
He howled, body shaking as he came, shooting against the couch. Raine sobbed, moving into Whit's arm, tongue pushing deep into his throat. He was filled from both ends, felt as if his lovers were trying to reach other through him, felt as if they were succeeding, tongue and cock meeting inside him, filling him, making him theirs forever.
Raine's fingers twined with Grey's on his shoulders, holding on tight, holding him.
He squeezed tight around Grey's cock and sucked hard on Raine's tongue, saying, “I love you” without words as best he could. Grey's thrusts increased in speed, low sounds filling the air as he neared orgasm. Raine whimpered into his lips, pleading.
He found Raine's cock with his hand, fingers sliding over the hot, swollen flesh and the leather bindings warmed by Raine's body. He swallowed another whimper and then another before finding the right end and tugging, feeling the leather come away in his hand.
“Please, love! Please!” Raine's cry slid over Grey's growl, Raine's cock pushing up, searching for his touch. He wrapped his hand around Raine's flesh, stroking to the beat of Grey's thrusts inside him. Raine convulsed, sobbing as he arched, coming almost immediately, seed pouring over Whit's hand, even as Grey followed, heat pulsing deep.
Panting, he leaned against the sofa and his lover, holding Grey's weight as well while the twins shook with the power of their pleasure. He was still hard, still hungry, so eager for what the rest of the evening held.
Grey gave the best gifts ever.
Raine's hips were still pulsing, cock still stiff. Little whimpers filled his mouth, Raine's eyes almost black. “Thank you. Needed it. So bad, love. So much.
Grey chuckled. “Spoiled one.”
He reached back with his free hand to stroke Grey's flank, his other hand still tight around Raine's hardness. “No Grey, I would be the spoiled one, spoiled by your love and Raine's love.”
Grey's teeth scraped gently over his shoulder, not quite hard enough to mark. “I love you. Come to bed and claim our Raine. Let him feel you.”
Raine whimpered and jerked into his hands.
He let go of the hot flesh in his hand and slid his fingers along Raine's cheek, looking into the dark eyes. “Do you want that, Raine? Do you want to feel my hand inside your body?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, Whit. I want ... Oh I want to feel you deep, love.” Lips parted, cheeks flushed, Raine looked beautiful, wanton. Grey was reflected there, so strong, so sure.
He swallowed and then licked his way across Raine's lips, tongue dipping inside for just a moment. “I want to hold you in my hand, Raine. I love you. And you as well, Grey.”
Grey's lips stroked beneath his ear for just a moment. “I love you. Come to bed.”
He whimpered as Grey slid from his body, moaned as their hands slid over his skin, helping him stand. He took their hands and walked with them, keeping contact, keeping close. Grey settled them on the bed, moving to take Raine's lips in a series of fierce, hungry kisses that left Raine hard as nails, sweating, whimpering into that mouth.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, hands sliding along Raine's legs. “I have never seen anything as beautiful as you two when you make love.”
Raine arched, purring softly, eyes fastened to Grey's, lips kiss swollen and raw. “Make love to me, Grey.”
Grey grinned, hand sliding to cup Raine's ass, jostling the plug and making Raine shudder. “I am, my Raine.”
A shiver went through him, echo to the shudder's shaking Raine's body. He danced his fingers along the insides of Raine's thighs, slowly moving toward Grey's hand. Grey's fingers tangled with his and together they teased, moving the plug in random motions. Raine's cries grew more and more hoarse, cock throbbing.
A drop of precum slid from the tip, landing on Raine's belly and Whit bent, licking it, taking the taste into his mouth. He whimpered. So good.
Raine's whimper joined his as Grey slid to the side, one hand tugging Raine's thighs apart.
“He's ours Whit, take him.”
“Don't you want to?”
Grey smiled, giving Raine another long, hungry kiss. “Always, but he wants to feel your hand inside him and I want to see, want to see my lovers together.”
“Oh! Yes...” He'd been so caught up in seeing them together, in being a part of that that he'd forgotten.
“What do I do?” he asked, looking to Grey for guidance.
“Take it slow and use lots of lube.” Grey smiled. “Let Raine's pleasure lead you.”
He kissed Grey softly. “Thank you.”
Then he turned back to Raine.
Raine's face was relaxed, easy, eager. “Want you to touch me, love. Touch me deep.”
“Yes.” A shiver went through him and he leaned forward, kissing Raine as softly as he'd kissed Grey, trying to calm himself.
He settled between Raine's legs and took the lube from Grey, using far too much for the single finger he planned to slide into Raine's body.
“Will you take out the plug?” he asked Grey.
“Yes, Whit.” Grey stole a fingerful of lube, rubbing it generously over the stretched ring of Raine's body before easing out the toy. Raine was left gasping and groaning, knees splayed wide, body shivering.
“He's empty now, isn't he? So empty, waiting for me to fill him.”
“Yes, Whit.” Grey gave him a long, slow kiss, fingers trailing along Raine's belly. “Touch him.”
He nodded, pressing one finger inside Raine's body. He gasped. Raine was so loose, so open and ready for him.
Raine shifted, body begging for more.
He gave it eagerly, pushing another finger into Raine and then another. So ready, so easy. He had stretched Raine like this before, but never with this need, Raine's body swallowing his fingers as if starving for him. Grey had settled alongside Raine, hand petting and stroking, not interfering or interrupting, just touching.
For a long time he fucked Raine with three fingers, sliding them in and out of the eager body, feeling Raine's heat grasping at him. At last he was ready for more and he added lube, coating his whole hand.
Grey was purring over Raine's skin, so focused, drinking in each moan, each expression in those dark eyes. “He's ready for you, love.”
“Yes.” Another shudder went through him and he squeezed all the fingers of his hand together, thumb tucked beneath them. Taking a deep breath, he began to push his hand into Raine's body.
Raine's legs parted farther, a soft whimper filling the air. Grey purred, hand dropping to tease the full cock, to distract. “Let him in, Raine. Open to our Whit. Let him in deep, where only I have been before.”
“My Grey ... My Whit...” The pressure squeezed his hand rhythmically.
He watched as his hand slowly sank into Raine's body, each pulse pulling him a little further, almost as if Raine were pulling him in. He whimpered and moaned, body shaking with the enormity of it. When his hand pushed in, it was fast, Raine's body snapping tight around his wrist, Raine's cry sharp and sweet.
He stared down at where his hand disappeared into Raine's body. “Oh, God. Oh, Raine. Oh, Grey. Oh ... Oh...”
He couldn't think, he couldn't speak, he could only look and feel and. Oh.
Grey purred, pouring a stream of oil over the place where his hand met Raine's body. “Breathe. Feel. It is good, tight.”
“It is wonderful.” He looked up at Grey, voice soft, breathless. “I have never felt anything like it.”