Mistletoe Mistake

by Bryce Winters

  “Challenge accepted,” Justin quipped, giving Max a suggestive smirk.

  Max laughed and shook his head. Then he pulled one of Justin’s legs over his shoulder, meeting Justin’s eyes in the process.

  “Let me enjoy you,” Max said. A simple request, but it was enough to make Justin tamp down his wants and let Max take what he needed.

  Justin gave Max a nod, wordlessly granting permission. Then he gasped as Max’s fingers circled Justin’s already primed entrance, much more insistent that they had been earlier.

  When the first digit slipped past the ring of muscle, Justin let out a long and deep moan. His eyes fell shut, his toes curling. He felt Max’s mouth against his skin, kissing and licking at his pecs, worshiping Justin’s chest. Remembering that his hands were free, Justin raised one to Max’s head, carded his fingers through that brilliant, thick hair, and pressed Max’s mouth harder to his skin.

  A second finger joined the first, and Justin felt the sinful stretch deep within him. Justin shifted his hips, knowing Max was so close to finding that spot Justin so desperately wanted him to find.

  “More. Almost… just… ah! Fuck! There!” Justin held still, letting Max’s fingers massage his prostate. His cock throbbed, a fresh spurt of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

  “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” Max licked his way down the length of Justin’s torso, delving into Justin’s belly button for a moment before making a beeline for Justin’s cock. There, Max lapped up every bit of pre-cum like it was a decadent dessert.

  Justin watched, transfixed at the sight. How many times had he fantasized about this very thing? Now it was all real, so real. He couldn’t hang on for much longer. Pushed beyond his abilities, Justin could only stare and hope he wouldn’t embarrass himself too quickly.

  Then Max’s mouth swallowed Justin whole, and Justin convulsed, shouting Max’s name into the quiet room.

  Hot, wet, tight. Perfect. Justin felt as though he would burst into flames at any moment. He didn’t dare shut his eyes, desperate to watch his fantasy come to life.

  “Fuck, Max,” Justin breathed. He wanted to thrust, fuck into that beautiful mouth. But that would be rude, and Justin was nothing if not a gentleman. “Please.”

  Max’s fingers moved once again, and Justin cried out. He was so close, right at the edge. How long had he been riding that edge? What would happen if Justin decided not to tell Max that he was close and let himself come?

  Justin wouldn’t do that to Max.

  “I’m going to… Oh, god, Max.” He moaned Max’s name. But the message had been received, and Max withdrew from Justin’s cock with a soft pop.

  “Delicious,” Max drawled, giving Justin a devilish grin. Then he wrapped his fingers around the base of Justin’s dick, squeezing tight.

  “Goddammit,” Justin said, but relaxed against the pillows, the orgasm fading away once again.

  “You’re doing so well,” Max soothed. He kissed Justin’s thigh, nuzzling into the crease where his leg met his hip. “Ready for one more?”

  Justin nodded, pushing his hips up slightly. “Always.”

  A third finger pressed into Justin, and he groaned. The fullness inside him was more than anything he had ever experienced before, the width of Max’s fingers more than enough to prepare him for Max’s cock.

  Justin adjusted quickly, letting himself relax against the intrusion, enjoying the jolts of pleasure shivering up and down his spine.

  “I’m ready, Max. So ready for you.” Justin spread his legs wider, thrusting his hips upward. “Please.”

  “Since you asked so nicely,” Max said. Then he smiled, fingers withdrawing as he reached for the strip of condoms.

  Justin stared at Max’s cock, wonder filling him at the thought of finally having that inside him. It was prettier than any of Justin’s varied fantasies: perfectly sculpted and circumcised. Long and heavy with arousal, it was darker than the rest of Max’s skin. Justin promised himself he would take his time worshipping that cock the moment Max allowed. He couldn’t wait to feel the weight of it against his tongue, the taste of Max filling him.

  Max made quick work of the condom, ripping the packet open, sliding the latex over himself. He grabbed the bottle of lube once again, making sure he was thoroughly slick.

  Then Max reached for a pillow and tucked it beneath Justin’s hips, a gesture that reassured Justin that Max knew what he was doing. Justin allowed Max to guide his legs over Max’s shoulders, feeling a strong thrill at the motion.

  The blunt pressure against his entrance made Justin tense for a moment before Max began to slide inside him.

  Everything narrowed down to that one moment, that moment when Max and Justin became one. Justin grabbed Max’s arms, nails digging into muscle, and his eyes fell shut against the breathtaking sense of fullness, a heady dose of arousal, desire, want, need mixed with it, making Justin’s mind whirl. And that deeper feeling, the one he didn’t want to acknowledge, grew stronger with every breath.

  “Oh, Justin,” Max groaned, his mouth close to Justin’s ear as he slipped all the way inside. “Oh, babe, you feel incredible.”

  Their chests bumped together, warming Justin even further. He never thought he’d get to experience a day where Max would be buried deep inside him, the hair on their chests catching against each other’s, the musky smells of their sex and Max’s cologne surrounding him.

  Soon, the pressure became too much for Justin, and he squirmed.

  “Move,” Justin said, the word more a gasp than sound. “Please.”

  Max must have understood what Justin had been trying to say because he began to withdraw. Slowly. Twin moans erupted in the room, and Justin’s fingers dug into the soft flesh at Max’s sides in an effort to hold himself together.

  He was so close already. Too close.

  “Max,” Justin whispered, catching Max’s gaze. “Fuck me.”

  “Christ.” Max bit the word out, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding himself back. That was exactly what Justin did not want him to do.

  “Come on,” Justin said, squeezing down onto Max. “Fuck me hard.”

  Justin could feel the moment Max’s control snapped. Max slammed back into him, making Justin shout in triumph.

  It wouldn’t take long for Max to tear Justin apart. Justin knew that. He could feel it in the tightness of his abdomen, the seizing of his lungs, the pounding of his heart. Max’s cock moved heavy and thick inside him, and Justin never wanted it to end.

  He rode the edge for as long as he could, digging his nails into Max’s skin. Justin raised his head, latching his mouth onto Max’s shoulder, sinking his teeth into the hard muscle. Max cursed, his hips stuttering, and Justin smirked against his skin.

  “You’re so goddamn tight,” Max hissed, his hips snapping hard, pushing Justin up against the headboard.

  “You’re so big. Oh, my god,” Justin moaned, reverent. “Don’t stop, please.”

  “I’m not going to last long,” Max said, his voice sounding upset with that fact.

  “Me, neither. Shit,” Justin gasped, trying to focus on words. He slid a hand up the side of Max’s neck, his face, carding his fingers up into Max’s hair. “But we have all night.”

  Max huffed a surprised, labored laugh, even as his hips picked up speed. Max’s hands gripped Justin’s hips, tilting them up a fraction of an inch more, and Justin saw stars.

  Unable to stop the oncoming storm, Justin held on as the ever tightening coil at the base of his spine splintered into a thousand pieces, shooting pleasure to every corner of his body. Justin’s balls drew up tight, his cock pulsing his release hot and fast onto his chest, his stomach. Justin panted through his release, moaning Max’s name.

  “Justin, oh, Justin.” Max stiffened above him, his hips moving in and out, chasing his own release.

  A moment later, Justin felt the spasms of Max’s cock deep within him, heard the accompanying harsh pants against his ear. Feeling Max begin to shake with the effort of hold
ing himself up, Justin reached up and coaxed Max down on top of him, wanting to feel the weight of Max’s body.

  “You’re making a mess,” came Max’s tired words, but Justin felt Max relax against him. Max’s lips brushed Justin’s neck, sparking tiny aftershocks of pleasure.

  “I don’t care,” Justin said. “The en suite has a shower.”

  Max snorted, a soft sound that sent air over Justin’s ear. “Your bedroom would have an en suite.”

  “Damn right. All the better to clean you up and have my wicked way with you again and again.”

  And damn if his body wasn’t already beginning to stir at the mere idea of having Max again. He almost apologized for the twitch his cock gave against Max’s abdomen.

  “Ah, to be young again,” Max said, the words light and teasing.

  Justin pinched Max’s ass and snickered when Max flinched. “You’re not exactly old, you know.”

  “Ha,” Max said. He pushed himself off of Justin, and Justin pouted at the loss of weight and heat. “Come on, let’s shower. You can show off more of your stamina.”

  Thrilled, Justin slipped from the bed, appreciating the already aching muscles and sore spots from his first round with Max.

  Before the night was through, he hoped to earn many more.

  6

  Max

  Pale sunlight trickling in through the drawn curtains woke Max the next morning. That and the overwhelming heat surrounding him.

  Disoriented, Max stirred, the ache of sore muscles immediately making itself known. With a groan, Max pushed himself up, away from the heat source.

  And froze.

  Max stared at Justin’s sleeping form as the memories of last night came rushing back to him.

  Justin’s sleep-softened face looked stunning in the pale light, all angles and smooth skin. Max remembered what he looked like while begging for more, mouth open and eyes closed as orgasm took over. He had been insatiable last night, even stirring Max into two more unbelievable rounds before they had finally collapsed onto the bed together and fell straight to sleep.

  Max had tried to leave at a reasonable hour, even tried to go back and join the party so nothing would look too suspicious, but Justin had thrown such a beautiful pout his direction that Max found his already weakened resolve crumbling. He had ended up pulling Justin back into his arms and kissing those delicious lips over and over.

  There was no explanation for what happened last night. Something must have come over him. And whatever it was, it sure as hell wasn’t there this morning.

  Max’s heart pounded in his chest as panic began to set in. It urged him to hurry up and get dressed, get out of the house before anybody, especially Justin, woke up.

  Slipping from the bed, Max searched for his clothes, which had been scattered haphazardly the night before. He found his underwear and pants and slipped them on as quickly and quietly as he could. His breath rushed in and out, filling the room with the tangible sound of his panic. He spotted his shirt and tie and scooped them up off the floor. The shirt was wrinkled beyond any hope of concealing his shame but he slipped it on and stuffed the tie into his pants pocket. He stepped into his shoes, ignoring the need to find his socks. He needed to get out of there. He grabbed his jacket, made sure he had his wallet and keys, and turned toward the door.

  His eyes landed on Justin once more before he slipped out of the room. His stomach tightened in a sickening twist of regret and desire, the two emotions warring for dominance.

  What had he been thinking last night? Justin was too young to be with a man Max’s age. Why hadn’t Max said, “No, thanks,” last night? Why did he let Justin seduce him with a glass of whiskey, some mistletoe, and those beautiful blue eyes?

  Max could have blamed the party. The atmosphere had been relaxed, light-hearted, and he had felt a bit lonely before Justin had found him. And there was no doubt now that Miranda’s words had held more sway than Max had been willing to admit at the time, subconsciously convincing him that being with Justin would be okay.

  Max would never blame Justin for what had happened last night. Max had been the one to consent. Max should have known better, even if his rejection would hurt Justin’s long-held feelings.

  Max’s eyes lingered on the line of Justin’s shoulders one last time, finding himself wanting to take off all his clothes again and slip in between the sheets, curl up against Justin’s warm body, kiss every freckle on those shoulders, taste his skin again and again. Maybe they could have one more round before Max had to leave.

  Shaking himself, Max’s chest filled anew with panic at his wandering thoughts. He turned to the door, opening it and sliding out into the hallway. Easing the door shut, Max held his breath, listening for the slightest sound of any other residents stirring in the early morning.

  Justin had mentioned his parents’ room being down here, as well as a few guest rooms. With the well-insulated rooms, though, Max didn’t even hear so much as a rogue snore as he sneaked down the hallway.

  He weaved his way down the stairs, through another hallway and into the main part of the house where the party had been last night. The space looked immaculate, meaning a cleaning crew had already been in and set the place to rights, probably while Max and Justin were mid-round two. Or three.

  Max winced at the thought and made his way to the front door. He hoped he wouldn’t set off any alarms when he left, but honestly, that was beyond his control. He needed to get out of the house.

  The morning air was frigid, and Max shivered as the front door shut behind him. His bare ankles caught the brunt of the cold, his toes already chilling within the confines of his leather shoes. Frost covered the grounds, turning the neighborhood into a pseudo-winter wonderland.

  Max walked down the sidewalk, turning down the street toward his parked car. He would have to walk a couple of blocks, most of the street parking having filled by the time he'd arrived last night. Max wondered if any neighbors were already awake, enjoying a morning cup of coffee and looking out to enjoy the view. If they were, they would no doubt see his haggard appearance and know exactly what he had been up to. And with whom.

  ‘After all these years, this was what the walk of shame felt like,’ Max thought. Only worse. All these neighbors have watched Justin grow up over the years. Many of them might have been at the party last night and probably recognized Max as the creepy old doctor that hung around with Justin most of the night until they both disappeared.

  Max couldn’t get to his car fast enough.

  He should have been stronger, should have resisted last night. It didn’t take that much for him to keep his libido in check, as evidenced by his lack of boyfriends. But there was something about Justin that tore all of Max’s carefully constructed defenses away.

  No, no, he wouldn’t blame Justin for this. That was a dick move.

  So was leaving at the crack of dawn the morning after an amazing night with Justin. But Max had already established that he was a bit of an asshole.

  A panicking asshole.

  He unlocked his car and slid into the driver’s seat. Turning over the engine, Max blasted the heat, but all that managed to do was circulate freezing air throughout the cabin. Punching the button to defrost his windows and side mirrors, Max sat in the car for long minutes, hearing the mad rush of air and contemplating his terrible life choices.

  To recap, he had slept with a coworker’s son, a man sixteen years his junior. And while it had been the most earth-shattering, fantastic night of his life, Max knew he shouldn’t have done it. And instead of sticking around the morning after to apologize and make sure Justin would be okay, Max had escaped like a thief in the night, executing the walk of shame to end all walks of shame.

  Windows barely thawed enough to see, Max slid the car into drive and made his way out of the neighborhood.

  What was he going to do? He would see Justin at work in another twenty-four hours. They still needed to coordinate the community volunteers and finalize details for the toy drive
at the hospital.

  Max had completely fucked everything up.

  He drove around for a while, the car gradually warming up. He didn’t want to go home yet, didn’t want to sit around in silence and face the reality of what he had done. Instead, he let the streets and early morning traffic determine his direction. He grew up in this city and knew it like the back of his hand. And sure, a lot of recent growth had hit the city, which was new and exciting, but the heart of the city was still the same. He’d never get lost here.

  Recognizing the neighborhood he had entered, a new plan formed in Max’s mind. Max nosed his way through traffic and into the parking lot of one of the millions of Starbucks in town.

  Ten minutes later, armed with a couple of signature coffees and knowing he looked a fright, Max walked up to a familiar house and knocked.

  The large, red door swung open, and a woman dressed in pajama pants, a thick plaid robe, and slippers glared out at him. Her hair, a brilliant auburn that matched Max’s, was pulled back into a messy bun. Max winced, knowing he must have woken up his sister.

  He held out one of the coffee cups, the bigger one of the two.

  “I come in peace,” he said.

  Gwen eyed him as she took the proffered coffee, her shrewd gaze travelling up and down his frame, no detail going unnoticed. She took a sip, not deigning to invite Max in out of the cold.

  “You look like shit,” she said. Then she cocked her head. “The coffee is a good beginning. But you’re gonna have to explain why the fuck you’re doing the walk of shame on my porch this morning.”

  Max nodded. “Figured as much.”

  Being the older of the two of them, Gwen had always been the one to run the show. Max had learned quickly that being on Gwen’s good side was always the best course of action. She had a way of making things happen that Max couldn’t, at least not while they were younger. Sure, they had their disagreements, but on the whole, Gwen had done her job as a big sister well, looking out for Max. They loved each other, they got on each other’s nerves almost as much, but both understood it was the nature of their relationship. It hadn’t changed much as adults, except that Max was able to help his sister as much as she had helped him.