by Sean Michael
"Jess...” Mike bucked, moaned. “M ... more."
He pushed in another finger, always willing to give Mike more loving. Mike took him in, squeezed his fingers tight.
"Christ.” He bit down hard on Mike's nipple, wanting to send his lover as over the moon as he was.
"Yes! Jess!” Mike bucked, groaned, riding his fingers. “Gonna."
He growled, finding Mike's gland and pegging it as he moved to Mike's other nipple and bit it as well.
Mike shot, shaking hard, eyes rolling. “Oh. Oh, Jess..."
"Yeah, baby. ‘s good."
He waited until Mike's ass loosened around his fingers and then slid them out, replacing them with his cock.
Mike nodded, still lost in the lingering aftershocks. “Good."
He pushed right in, moaning as his prick was swallowed up. His Mike looked so sexy, so right, filled and loved and happy. Groaning, he started to move. Christ, it felt good. Fucking amazing.
"Love you. So much.” Mike stretched up tall. “So full..."
"Yeah, baby. Full of me.” He kept moving, sliding in and out.
Mike nodded. “Need this. Need you."
"You got it, baby.” It was good not to need alone.
Mike's legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him close. He groaned, fucking Mike harder, searching out that sweet gland.
Mike shifted, shook, then those dark eyes flashed wide. “Jess!"
"Oh yeah, baby. Right there.” He kept hitting that spot, sending them both flying.
"There. Fuck. There, Jessy. Please."
"Yeah, baby.” He kept hitting Mike's gland, Mike's ass tight and hot around him.
Mike arched, panting, cock leaking and dark, slapping against Mike's flat belly.
He wrapped his hand around it, tugging hard. “Beautiful."
"Y ... y ... yours. Yours. Yours.” It was like a prayer.
"Mine,” he growled. “Mine."
Harder and harder he thrust, Mike like a drug in his veins, making him soar. Mike squeezed him, coming hard, the cry raw and needy. He met it with a cry of his own, seed pushing deep into Mike's body. Mike moaned, relaxing into the mattress.
He let Mike take his weight, face burying into Mike's shoulder, breathing in the scent of them together.
Mike cuddled. “Love."
He reached up to stroke Mike's hair. “Yeah, baby."
Mike yawned. “Pizza later, need a nap, Jess."
"Sleep, baby, I've got you."
"'kay.” One hand wrapped around his shoulder, eyes closed.
He shifted just slightly, so he wasn't crushing Mike, his hand sliding possessively around Mike's hip. Mike sniffled a couple of times, then just eased into sleep, a little smile on that face.
He stayed awake, watching his baby.
Chapter Eight
Mike grinned as he hung up the phone, Aunt Kathy teasing him about becoming a merman and making sure the check she sent was good for a few months. She made him crazy, but she loved him, was never mean to him.
Still, he was looking forward, sort of, to the holidays with Jessy. The school pool was closed, they were off-season. He wasn't sure what they were going to do.
Jessy was in the kitchen, humming a Christmas carol as he unpacked and put away stuff from his “big grocery run."
Mike wandered in, grabbed Jessy's ass. “Hey. Aunt Kathy says merry Christmas."
"That doesn't feel like Aunt Kathy grabbing my ass.” Jessy turned, wrapping him in warm arms.
He laughed, lifted his face for a kiss. “You get anything fun at the store?"
"Chocolate whipped cream in a spray can.” Jessy gave him a light kiss and then another. “And a few other things."
"Mmm ... yummy.” He wasn't sure if he was talking about the kisses or the whipped cream.
Then Jessy's tongue licked and pushed its way into his mouth and he was pretty sure he meant the kisses. He just pressed close, rubbing, snuggling. Feeling.
Jessy purred. “Ten days, baby. With nothing to do but enjoy each other's company."
"Sounds like heaven.” He rubbed their noses together, loving the warmth in Jessy's eyes.
"Yeah.” Jessy kissed him again, tongue licking at his lips before sliding along his jaw line to his ear.
Mike shivered, panting a little, toes just curling. “Yeah."
"Uh-huh.” Jessy murmured, sounding more than a little distracted.
"Love you.” He licked the curve of Jessy's shoulder, moaning low.
Jessy groaned, head dropping back. “I know, baby."
Mike smiled, nuzzling in, kissing and licking and sucking.
"Christ, baby, if we do nothing but this for the whole holiday..."
"Then it'll be a merry, merry Christmas.” He chuckled, feeling good, easy, happier than he could ever remember.
"Yeah.” Jessy locked big hands in the small of Mike's back and lifted his feet off the floor, carrying him into the front room.
"Show off.” Mike laughed, just relaxing, letting Jessy move him.
Jessy chuckled and let him down, tugging them both down onto the sofa. He snuggled right in, humming nice and low, pulling Jessy's sweater up and off.
Jessy purred for him. “Someone's hungry."
"Always. Always for you."
Jessy took his mouth, tongue sliding in, fingers pushing beneath his sweater and sliding on his skin.
The kisses melted, one into the other, making his head swim. Mike just rubbed and nuzzled, humming low. His sweater was pushed up, too, their kisses breaking just long enough for it to go over his head, then Jessy's mouth was on his again.
Oh. Good. He met Jessy's eyes, hoping that his needing and happiness and everything were visible. Those blue eyes gazed into his own, and he thought he could read that same need and happiness there.
His fingers traced the tanned skin—forehead and temple, jaw and cheek. All the while, their tongues slid and slipped and tasted. Jessy's hands weren't still either, long fingers finding his nipples and teasing them until he wanted to scream. The kisses got sharper, harder, his hips rubbing restlessly.
Jessy pushed a hand into his jeans, pressing against his cock.
"Oh. Jess.” His fingers squeezed, hips just bucking. “Please."
Jessy squeezed his cock and then opened his jeans and started to stroke him. He purred, arched up, rubbing against Jessy's touch. Jessy didn't say anything, just loved him, hands sending him flying, mouth finding his nipples and finishing it.
His orgasm was rich, deep, tingles moving all through him. Jessy hummed, mouth sliding along his neck, licking and kissing.
"Mmm ... s'good. So good.” He just purred, rocking slowly.
Jessy's hand was still wrapped around his cock, moving with him. “Yeah, baby. So sexy."
"For you.” The pleasure was almost too big, too vast.
Jessy pushed him down onto his back on the couch, covering him. He held on tight, fingers stroking the wide shoulders.
"Want you, baby.” Jessy started tugging off Mike's jeans.
He wiggled, helped, hips lifting off the sofa. Jessy kind of growled and slid down his body with his pants, tongue licking at his cock, eating him up.
"Oh!” He blinked, pushed up harder, cock twitching. “Jessy. Hot."
Jessy looked up at him, blue eyes twinkling, shining. “You are, baby."
"I just ... I'm just me. Just love you.” He reached down, touched Jessy's face.
Jessy nuzzled into the touch, smiled. “Yeah. Christ, I'm a lucky man.” Oh. Oh, that warmed him all through, made him blush and smile, made him ache.
Jessy licked at his balls, nuzzling them, taking each one into the hot mouth and sucking gently. His lover's long fingers weren't still, teasing his hips, his thighs, his belly, staying away from his nipples. His cock slowly filled, resting against his belly, so hot.
Jessy hummed, fingers moving up his body again, almost touching his nipples this time as Jessy's tongue slid beyond his balls.
"T ... tease.” He chuckled, sh
oulders lifting up.
Jessy grinned, head popping up. “Me?"
One finger just barely brushed over his left nipple.
"Uh ... uh-huh.” His nipple drew up hard and tight.
"Mmm ... so responsive, baby.” Jessy treated his other nipple to the same almost touch.
"Oh.” His thighs parted a little, hips tilting.
"Wanton,” Jessy accused, smiling at him.
"Yours.” He leaned up, begging for the touch.
Chuckling, Jessy slid back up him, licking at his nipple this time. He moaned low, twisted beneath Jessy, heat filling him.
"So sensitive, baby. I should give you one of your Christmas presents early.” Those blue eyes were dark with passion, looking into him.
"Yeah?” He licked Jessy's lips, moaning low. He liked presents.
"Mmm ... yeah.” Jessy pressed a quick, hard kiss on his lips and took off into his office.
Mike sat up, grinning a little, shaking his head. “Do you want me in there?"
"No, I'll bring it."
Jessy came back a moment later, holding a small box wrapped in silver paper. “Happy early Christmas, baby."
"Oh. Thank you.” He took it and pulled Jessy down into a kiss, happy with whatever it was already.
Jessy chuckled into their kiss, tongue sliding along his lips as their mouths parted. “Open it, baby. And then we can go back to playing."
He slid the silver paper off, popped the box out. Inside were two small silver ... clamps? Jessy was grinning, looking at him expectantly.
He tilted his head, picking them up. “They're shiny."
Jessy chuckled. “They're partly for ornamentation."
"Ornaments?” He opened them, closed them, trying them on his finger. Firm.
"Partly.” Jessy was watching him, letting him figure it out for himself. “But mostly they're meant for sensation."
"Sens...” He blinked, looked up. “Oh. Oh, do they hurt?"
"Some. These have fairly dull teeth—they're more tight grip. Some have sharp teeth to add a bite.” Jessy grinned. “I thought I'd start you off slow."
"Sharp? Really?” He closed them around his finger again, cock jumping at the bite.
Jessy nodded and sat next to him, mouth close to his ear. “They don't go on your fingers though, baby."
"I ... I know.” He shivered, goose pimples raising up all over him. “I know, Jess."
Jessy blew into his ear and then licked the shell of it. “Good."
"I. Uh. Oh. I want."
Jessy growled, turning his head and kissing him hard, pushing him back down onto the couch, body moving. Jessy's jeans rubbed against his bare cock, not quite painful. He met Jessy head-on, so hungry, so needy.
Jessy ground down against him, one hand guiding his fingers to his nipple, pressing the metal against his skin. He whimpered, arched. God, he felt so ... sexy. Sensual.
"Put it on,” Jessy growled, eyes so hot as they gazed down at him.
"I...” His fingers fumbled, unsure. Jessy's fingers guided his, helping him get the clamp closed over his nipple. “Oh.” Oh. It. Not hurt. But. Oh. Oh, wow.
"How's it feel?” Jessy asked, looking down at his nipple, fingers circling the flesh and then moving the clamp.
"I. Uh. Jess. It squeezes."
Jessy chuckled, the sound low and sexy. “Good squeezing, baby?” His other nipple was pinched between Jessy's fingers.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” It was almost as good as the collar.
Humming, Jessy took the other clamp from him and place it on his nipple. “Christ, you look sexy."
"Oh. Oh, I. Damn.” He couldn't stop rocking, couldn't stop shaking.
Jessy kept purring, pushing down, giving him something hot and solid to rock against. His mouth was taken, one of Jessy's hands in his hair, tilting his head so Jessy could kiss him deep. He opened wide, holding on tight and moving, rocking against his Jessy, his lover.
Jessy pressed a hand between them, undoing the offending jeans, pushing them down and kicking them off and then they were rocking together, skin on skin.
"Yes.” He groaned, hissed the word into Jessy's mouth.
Jessy rocked them together harder, faster, those blue eyes staring right into him, penetrating him.
"Fuck. Fuck me. Please. In me. Jess."
"Anything, baby.” Jessy reached over to the side table and came up with lube. “I had a hunch we'd end up in here."
Mike laughed, the sound a little wild, a lot desperate. “In here. In there. Everywhere."
Jessy grinned and kissed him again, hard and needy and just long enough to distract him until two hot, slick fingers were pushing into his body.
"Oh. Yes.” His shoulders left the couch, hips slamming down.
"Yes,” growled Jessy, fucking him with those two fingers, twisting and curling them, pushing them in until they hit his gland.
Mike cried out, bucking, riding hard, nipples aching. “There. There. More."
"Yeah, baby.” Jessy kept pushing those fingers into him, driving him wild, making him throb from nipple to ass to cock.
"Gonna. Gonna. Jess. Jess. Please.” He was babbling, moaning, flying.
"Wait for me, baby. Just wait.” Jessy's fingers disappeared, that thick heat pushing into him a moment later, all Jessy.
"Oh...” The room just spun, lights sparking behind his eyes. “Need."
Jessy nodded and started to fuck him, strokes long and fast. Everything got bright, passion filling him, soaring inside him. All he saw was Jessy. Those eyes.
Jessy's hand wrapped around his prick, lips finding his. He shot, balls aching and hard, heart just pounding.
"Mike!” Jessy growled, jerking into him, filling him deep.
He just nodded, moaning, whimpering. Jessy collapsed against him, face buried in his neck, shoulder pressing the clamps against his skin.
He shivered, panting. “Oh. Oh, love."
Jessy growled softly, tongue gentle and hot against his neck.
Best Christmas ever.
"Love you, baby,” murmured Jessy. “Lots."
"Love you. Thank you."
"You're welcome, baby. Just wait until you see the rest of your gifts.” Oh, those blue eyes were positively wicked, Jessy's fingers releasing the clamps without warning.
His eyes popped open, ass squeezing Jessy's cock. “The rest?"
Jessy just laughed, rubbing his nipples and then tugging him in close.
He cuddled in. Oh. Wow. More.
Merry, merry Christmas.
* * * *
Jessy decided that making love for three hours was definitely the right way to start Christmas morning. He was enjoying this making their own traditions thing. Making love, napping. And now presents. If they could drag their asses out of bed to the tree that was.
Either way he was having a good time.
Mike reached over, grabbed some juice and offered him a nice, long drink before finishing the glass off.
He grinned, hand stroking Mike's side. “You think we should make our way to the front room? Or just make love some more?"
"Mmm ... Next year? Presents in the bedroom.” Mike grinned, snuggled.
"Oh, now, that's a good idea, baby. It's not like most of mine won't wind up in here anyway.” He gave Mike a wink.
Those dark eyes went wide, meeting his. “Oh. Maybe we should go open them."
He laughed, hand sliding down to find Mike's ass and goosing him.
Mike squeaked, pushed against him. “Bitch!"
Jessy just kept laughing, hand sliding over the skin he'd pinched, teasing. Mike dipped his head, teeth finding a nipple, biting. Jessy gasped, hips jerking, his already worn-out cock trying to get hard again.
Mike chuckled. “Come on. If we don't eat and move, we'll stick to the sheets."
"You say that like it's a bad thing, baby."
Mike's eyes danced. “Maybe not a bad thing..."
Laughing, he rolled Mike, kissing his baby hard. Then he stood and hauled Mike up.
“Come on, I want my presents."
"And breakfast.” Mike wiggled, laughed, cheeks flushed, eyes dancing.
"I'm thinking another shot of cream'll do me for breakfast,” he murmured, fingers sliding along Mike's chest.
"Jessy...” Mike pinked, cock jerking a little.
"Yeah, baby?” He smiled, let his fingers slide lower.
"We're getting presents...” Oh, that was a sweet, husky sound.
"Oh, that's right.” He slid his hands around to the small of Mike's back, fingers stroking. Then he bent to kiss gently, licking those sweet lips. “Present number one. Merry Christmas, baby."
Mike just melted into him. “The best one."
He walked them slowly down the hall, pressing kiss after kiss onto Mike's lips. Mike moved easy, trusting him, loving him.
He gave Mike one last kiss. “No fooling around on the stairs, baby.” He took Mike's hand and led the way down.
"Always taking care of me.” Mike squeezed his hand, held him.
"That's my job, baby."
He led Mike into the kitchen, figuring they needed food first or they'd never get to it.
Mike grinned and grabbed the oatmeal and the brown sugar. “It's Christmas. Hot cocoa?"
He gave Mike a look that said don't think I don't know what you're up to, but he nodded his head. “Warm the milk up on the stove—it'll taste better."
Mike nodded and bounced, humming “Deck the Halls.” Just what Mike needed. Chocolate. He shook his head. Of course he knew what to do with that bounce. Mike made cocoa and oatmeal, ass just wiggling, while he made toast.
"You keep moving that and you aren't going to get fed."
"You are supposed to be focusing on toast."
"Dry bread? You want me to focus on dry bread when your ass is in view?” He chuckled, bumping their hips together.
Mike nodded. “Yep. The toast, Coach. Focus on the toast."
He laughed, grabbing Mike's chin and tilting his head, taking a hard kiss. Mike opened right up, laughing into their kiss. He loved it, seeing those eyes so happy.
He grabbed Mike's ass with his free hand, squeezing as he deepened the kiss and then gentled it again. “Oatmeal and cocoa, baby.” He winked.
"Mmm ... Yeah. Then presents. You want bananas, applesauce, or peaches in your oats?"