The Christmas Deal

by Keira Andrews

  Pop grunted. “A few.”

  Do it. Don’t be a shit-brick coward. Just fucking say it. “You know how Seth and me have been living together? I’m gonna keep living there in January. We really like each other. We were pretending at first, but now it’s real.”

  Pop’s gray, bushy brows met, and he stared at Logan. “What are you sayin’? That you’re a fairy?”

  Logan’s first instinct was to deny it loudly. He forced a breath, his chest tightening. “I dunno. Kinda? I’ve always liked girls. Still do. But I think I’ve liked guys too. More than I would admit.”

  Pop shoved a handful of pretzel mix in his mouth. He chewed noisily, watching a family trying to guess the most popular answer for “favorite way to wake up in the morning.”

  There was clapping and exclaiming, and blood rushed in Logan’s ears, his heartbeat so loud he could barely hear himself think.

  He waited.

  Then he waited some more, every muscle clenched, his butt barely on the edge of the couch cushion. Was Pop going to tell him to get out? Was he going to say Logan disgusted him? That he was a disgrace to the family and—

  “Like the kid on Schitt’s Creek,” Pop said, rooting around in the snack bowl and coming up with an orange peanut M&M.

  “What?” Logan could barely get the word out.

  “You know, with Eugene Levy. Rich people get stuck in a small town. Funny show. It’s like shit’s, but it’s spelled different.”

  Logan tried to breathe. “Right. Yeah, I get it. I don’t—what about it?”

  Pop looked at him now. “The kid on the show. He’s whaddya call it—bipan-curious or whatever.” He shrugged. “I guess it’s the popular thing these days, huh? Seems like it’s everywhere now. I don’t really get it, but no one asks what I think anymore.”

  Logan’s lungs expanded a few more inches. “I’m asking. What you think.” He clenched his hands into fists so hard his nails dug into his palms. “About me and Seth.”

  Frowning, Pop stared at him again. “So you’re saying you two are…” He motioned back and forth with a wrinkled hand.

  Part of Logan wanted to deny it all, say never mind and run the fuck away. But he didn’t. He nodded.

  Pop screwed up his face. “I don’t get why you’d want to. You’re a good-lookin’ kid. The girls have always chased you.”

  “It’s not about that. It’s not that I can’t get a girl and I’m settling or something.”

  “Huh.” He seemed to think about it. “That makes you happy? Bein’ with him? Like that?”

  “I know it must seem weird to you, but yeah. It does.”

  Pop grunted, and Logan couldn’t tell what it meant. Pop said, “You do seem happier. I was sayin’ to Jenny before. The kid too. So I guess that’s good. And you said you’re going to keep living over there?”

  “Yeah. We’re going to see what happens. Maybe it won’t work out, but…”

  Pop grunted again, turning back to the TV. “Won’t know unless you try. You could do worse.” Then he shouted, “Read the newspaper! Doesn’t anyone read the newspaper in the morning anymore?”

  Her dress swaying, Jenna appeared with a plate of cookies, having clearly been eavesdropping. “You know who reads the newspaper every morning? Seth. He’s very old-fashioned that way. He picks one up on his way into the office.”

  Logan wasn’t sure if it was true, but God, he loved his sister. Pop laughed, a wheezing rasp. “Jenny’ll be convincing me Seth’s the second coming of Jesus soon enough if she has her way.” He grabbed three cookies and took a big bite of one. “Only your mother made better chocolate-chip cookies. God rest her soul.”

  Jenny sat beside Logan on the couch, squeezing his arm and kissing his cheek. He took a cookie. “These really are just like Mom made.”

  She beamed. “Thanks.” Then she whispered, “That went better than I expected!”

  “I keep telling you, I’m not fuckin’ deaf,” Pop grumbled, biting into another cookie. He asked Logan through his mouthful, “Didn’t you make your mom’s chocolate cake for the big dinner with the boss lady?”

  “Yeah,” Logan said. “Everyone loved it.”

  “You should bring some cookies home,” Pop said. “Seth and Connor’ll miss out if we eat ’em all.”

  “I might have made an extra batch for you boys this morning.” Jenna gave Logan a wink.

  Home.

  Settling back on the couch, Logan took a bite of sweet, soft cookie. The front door banged open, Noah woke and wailed so loud Logan thought he must be dying, and cold air reached the den.

  “Close the damn door!” Pop shouted as Jenna scooped up Noah, a stamping of boots thudding from the foyer.

  Jun, Seth, Connor, and Ian joined them in the den, cheeks rosy from being outside. Seth took a cookie and sat next to Logan with a wince. Logan frowned. “You okay?”

  “My slacks are damp, but that’s what I get for engaging in a snowball fight.”

  Logan laughed. “Maybe you should take them off.” He realized what he’d said, but it was too late.

  “Save that for later!” Pop chortled, his belly jiggling as he laughed at his own joke.

  Jun had his mouth full of cookie, but mumbled, “Wait, what?”

  “Pants off!” Ian shouted, yanking down his little slacks and pulling them free, a sock going with them. In Superman undies and his dress shirt, he raced around the carpet, reaching out to jingle ornaments on the tree as he passed by, gold and silver icicles swaying dangerously.

  “Everyone’s pants on!” Holding Noah, Jenna gave chase, Ian darting around her and squealing his way toward the kitchen.

  Seth was bright red to the tips of his ears, and Connor was laughing his ass off. Logan whispered to Seth, “Christmas at the Derwoods. This is what you’re getting into. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  Still blushing, Seth only grinned. He nudged Logan’s shoulder, and Logan nudged back, not ready to get smoochy in front of his family, especially with Pop there. Seth would probably pass out anyway.

  Part of Logan still couldn’t believe it. Him and Seth. Him and Seth for real. Everyone knowing and not seeming to mind. Maybe it was the peace and good will and all that shit, but whatever it was, he’d take it.

  Chapter Twenty

  Snow drifted down on Christmas morning.

  Still under the covers, Logan watched fat fluffy flakes fall past the window in Seth’s bedroom. The sky was cloudy, but he could tell by how bright it looked that everything below was thick with white. The perfect day for PJs and TV and all the leftovers Jenna had pushed on them.

  They’d fallen into Seth’s plush bed after sharing a lazy shower, full of turkey and stuffing and chocolate cake. Even though they’d been too tired to do anything, they’d cuddled up, their naked bodies still new and exciting.

  He was spooned up behind Seth now, his morning wood prodding Seth’s ass. Logan circled Seth’s hole, wondering what it felt like to take a cock inside. He’d told Seth that he’d never done it, and that was true. He’d also told him he didn’t want to, but that was…less true.

  Becoming less damn true every minute.

  “Mmm,” Seth murmured, yawning.

  “Merry Christmas.” Logan kissed his shoulder.

  Seth tensed. “Right. Christmas.” He laughed unsteadily. “You’ll think I’m nuts, but it feels naughty to let myself celebrate. This is the first year since I left home that I’ve done anything at all for Christmas. Let alone so many things. A proper turkey dinner, even.”

  Fuck Seth’s family and him “leaving” home. Fuck their obituary. Fuck them all in their pious, hypocritical ass-faces. “You deserve every single bit of Christmas,” he said fiercely.

  Seth relaxed back against him, turning his head to kiss Logan softly. “Thank you. I wish I’d bought you more than a new tie.”

  Logan laughed, letting go of the fury toward the Marstons. They weren’t worth hanging onto. Not when he had Seth naked in bed and the door locked. “Um, I might have gotte
n you socks that Jenna originally bought for Jun. In my defense, it’s been really busy.”

  Grinning, Seth rolled onto his back. “We’ll definitely up our gift game next year.”

  He knew they shouldn’t be banking on a year from now, but what the hell. “Deal. At least there’s some stuff for Connor.”

  “Yes, Jenna assured me she chose well and that we could take all the credit.”

  “She’s always been the best at gifts, like our mom. I’ll pay her back when—well, if I get that job. If not—”

  “Nope. You’re getting it. End of story. I have complete confidence in Angela Barker.”

  Logan laughed. “Fair enough.” He dragged his fingers through Seth’s chest hair and kissed his throat. “Now what was that about you being naughty? Because I’ve got a few ideas.”

  “Mmm. I bet you do.” He ran his foot over Logan’s calf. “I’m all ears.”

  “How about you fuck me?”

  Seth’s eyes went wide. “Oh! I… Are you sure? You don’t need to. I mean, not to prove anything to me. Or because you think you have to.”

  “I want to,” Logan insisted. “Maybe I’ve been curious for a long time, but I squashed it.” He fidgeted, his face going hot. “Never even considered doing it for real. It’s different with you.” He shrugged. “I trust you.”

  Seth smiled and laughed and almost cried at the exact same time, and Logan had to kiss him until they were panting. Then he got on his hands and knees on the soft bed. This had always been out of bounds, and now he shook with curiosity and lust. Even if he didn’t like it, he wanted to know.

  He wriggled his ass. “Come on. Plow me.”

  But Seth was apparently in no rush, and he smoothed his long fingers over Logan’s thighs, kissing down his spine, murmuring to him and turning him over onto his back.

  Logan froze up. He was all exposed like this, and he closed his eyes before realizing what he was doing.

  “Logan. Look at me. Do you really want to do this? Because you don’t have to. I love being…penetrated.” Seth scratched the back of his neck, and he was so damn pretty kneeling between Logan’s legs. “I’m not good at the words.”

  “You don’t need to be. Just fuck me already.”

  They both laughed, and Logan breathed easier. Seth pushed at his knees, pressing them back and opening him up, palms against the bottom of his thighs. Logan squirmed, but let Seth look his fill. They were both hard, but Logan knew he was going to droop if he didn’t relax.

  “Tell me what you want,” Seth whispered. “The way you would if you were me.”

  Logan caught the drift. Seth loved dirty talk but was too shy to say it himself. Now here was Logan being the shy one. He cleared his throat. “Want you to shove your big cock inside me.”

  Gasping, Seth shuddered. Oh yeah, he clearly liked that.

  “You do have a big cock, you know that? You should be proud of it.” Logan reached down to run his fingers over the shaft and head. “You’re already dripping for me. Gonna feel so good inside. You’re so big, you’re gonna split me open, and I’ll love every second of it. Want you so bad, want you to—mmph.”

  Logan couldn’t talk anymore with Seth’s tongue jammed down his throat. They kissed hard and wet, grunting, Seth rutting against him. Logan’s legs were still bent back, Seth heavy on him, fingers clutched at Logan’s head, tugging his short hair.

  He loved unraveling Seth like this, and the earlier nerves faded. They broke apart to breath, spit strung between them. Logan asked, “You want to eat my ass?”

  Seth jolted, his face going even more red. Oh yeah, he sure as hell wanted to eat Logan’s ass. Logan tried not to grin.

  “You want to lick my hole? Stick your tongue in me? Bet you do. Wanna lick me like a dog with a bone. Bury your face in my ass and—” It was Logan’s turn to jolt as Seth did exactly that, spreading Logan even wider with his hands and pressing his face into Logan’s crack.

  His tongue lapped at the sensitive skin, and Logan bit his tongue, his hands grabbing at Seth’s shoulders. “Oh fuck, baby. That’s so good. I could come just like this. With your tongue inside me.”

  Seth moaned against his hole, hot and damp and fucking perfect as he opened Logan with his tongue. Logan had done some ass play with women in the past, but this was next level because Seth was so into it.

  The words tripped out of Logan’s mouth. “Never even thought about letting anyone fuck me, but I want you to pound my ass with your big cock. Want you to fuck me ’til I can’t walk.”

  Moaning, Seth lifted his head. His eyes were dark, his wet lips parted as he breathed hard. He reached blindly for the condom and lube.

  “Wish you could come right inside me. Nothing between us.” Logan wasn’t even thinking about what he was saying now, truths rocketing out of his mouth. “We can after we get tested. You want that? Wanna fuck raw, baby?”

  “Yes,” Seth groaned hoarsely, kissing Logan again messily. “Oh, God, yes.”

  Logan could taste his own ass, and instead of grossing him out, it just made him even harder. “Come on. Do it.” He lifted his hips as Seth pushed lube into him clumsily. “I’m good. Fuck me. Give me your dick.”

  With jerky motions, Seth lined up and pushed, and Logan bore down. They both gritted their teeth. Seth cried out as he pushed past the rim and rammed all the way inside.

  Logan ignored the burning pain, reaching up to slap his hand over Seth’s mouth. “Walls. Not that. Thick,” he grunted. He kept his hand planted over Seth’s mouth as he arched his back, his chest tight. Seth felt way too big to fit, but he was all the way inside, his pubes tickling Logan’s ass. Sweat trickled down Seth’s face, and Logan felt hot all over, his own skin slick.

  “Does it feel good splitting me open?”

  Against Logan’s hand, Seth nodded hard, his nostrils flaring.

  “Move. I can take it. I can take every inch of you.” He slid his hand away from Seth’s mouth, holding the side of his face.

  Panting, his eyes locked on Logan’s, Seth eased out and then slammed back in. Hard.

  “Oh, fuck yeah. Like that. Drill me.” Logan had to open his mouth to breathe, trying to keep his moans quiet. “You feel amazing.”

  Thrusting steadily, Seth flattened his hand on Logan’s chest, his fingers moving. At first, Logan thought it was just for leverage, but through the fog of building pleasure, his dick throbbing now between them, Logan realized he was tracing the scars.

  His breath stuttered, and for a moment, that old panic exploded. Logan wanted to shove Seth off him and run. He was naked in a way he’d never let anyone see—not even Veronica at their best.

  He had Seth’s cock deep inside him, and he loved it. He wasn’t straight, and he’d never been straight, and fuck, he was going to start bawling if he wasn’t careful.

  He gripped Seth’s head, fingers tangling in his hair, their sweaty bodies rocking. Seth brushed against just the right spot, sending sparks to Logan’s tight balls. He was bent almost in half, his hips getting sore.

  “Please make me come,” he begged. It wasn’t dirty talk now. Logan needed it in a way he couldn’t explain.

  “You’re beautiful,” Seth whispered as he took Logan in hand, swiping at the fluid leaking from his dick and mixing it with the remnants of lube as he stroked. Leaning on his other hand beside Logan’s shoulder, he thrust and stroked. “I love you.”

  Logan arched, shaking as he came all over himself, his mouth open and gasping. Waves of pleasure crashed through him until he relaxed back, totally empty. Except he wasn’t empty. Well, his nuts were, but he was so full of love he didn’t know what to do with it.

  “Come on,” he muttered, squeezing his sore ass around Seth’s thick cock. “Let go. I can feel how hard you are. Imagine we’re doing it raw, and you can come inside me until your jizz is dripping out.”

  Seth seized up, and Logan clapped a hand over his open mouth again, muffling his cry as he came, his head back and eyes shut. Logan loved seeing Seth let go�
�sharing the release with him as if he was coming again.

  When Seth collapsed on top of him, Logan grunted. His ass was stinging and his legs were going numb, and Seth was heavy and sweaty.

  “Best Christmas ever,” Logan muttered.

  Seth laughed weakly against his neck. “Ho-ho-ho.” He lifted his head, sudden sharpness in his eyes, his hair standing up. “Does it hurt?”

  “Yeah, but not in a bad way. Provided you get the fuck off sooner rather than later.”

  Of course Seth was almost unbearably gentle as he pulled out and lowered Logan’s legs to the mattress, pressing kisses to Logan’s knees. He got rid of the condom and cleaned them up with a wet cloth, and Logan took his face in his hands. Seth’s stubble scratched his palms.

  “I love you too.”

  Adam’s apple bobbing, Seth’s eyes practically glowed. “You don’t have to say it just because I did. I know it’s too soon.”

  “I’m saying it because it’s true. I love you.”

  “Well…heck. I guess we’re in love.”

  “Heck, I guess we are.”

  Seth laughed. “That doesn’t sound right coming from you.”

  “Fuck-a-doodle-do, I guess we’re in love. That better?”

  “Much.” Seth pulled the covers over them.

  Logan figured they could stay there all damn day, and he wouldn’t complain a bit.

  Seth found Connor in his PJs by the tree in the great room, looking out at the falling snow. The colored lights glowed, the shiny angel on top beaming down, the world white beyond. “Hey,” Seth whispered, because it felt like he should. “Merry Christmas.”

  Connor turned. “Merry Christmas.” His eyes were red, but he’d apparently stopped crying a while before.

  Seth wanted so much to hug him, but he wasn’t sure about overstepping. “You’re up early.”

  “You guys are kinda noisy.”

  Oh, merciful lord. “I—I’m so sorry, we—it’s—oh my.”

  Connor laughed. “Don’t, like, pass out or anything. It’s gross, but whatever.” He quickly added, “Not because you’re guys! Because you’re so…old and stuff.”