Naughty Holidays 2016

by Nicole Edwards

  “My turn,” Teague announced from behind him.

  Hudson turned to look at him. Again, he pretended not to know what Teague was talking about when, in reality, he’d spent the better part of the afternoon thinking of nothing but Teague and the fact that he wanted to get the man naked.

  He admired Teague’s sleek, muscular form as Teague not so gracefully stripped his clothes from his body. First his shirt, then his shoes and socks, followed by his jeans. The kid turned him on like nothing else ever could. And no, he didn’t really think of Teague as a kid, but he’d always referred to him that way. Considering there was nearly ten years’ difference in their ages, he figured he was entitled. But Teague certainly wasn’t a kid by any stretch of the imagination.

  “Do you plan to finish what you started earlier?” Teague asked, hands on his lean hips, his cock bobbing eagerly between his legs. “Or do I finally get to be in charge?”

  The thought of Teague topping him appealed to Hudson in a way he’d never thought possible. He had yet to succumb to the desire, though. Maybe it was a mental block or something. Yes, he’d been thinking about it a lot, but he hadn’t gotten to the point he was ready to give in yet. When Teague had initially mentioned it, Hudson thought the kid was joking, but he’d soon learned that Teague was quite interested.

  And yes, Hudson had every intention of giving in, but he was waiting for the right moment. It would present itself; he had no doubt. Today wasn’t the day, though.

  What about dinner?

  “I’ve got your dinner right here,” Teague retorted, pointing to his dick. “Then, if you’re still hungry after you suck me off, we can eat. Well, after you fuck me. I’ll even cook.”

  Hudson loved this man. Loved every wild thing about him.

  Well, in that case…

  Of course, Teague didn’t move. He remained standing there, sinfully naked, all but teasing Hudson with the way his dick continued to swell, lengthening as he watched.

  Yeah, it was definitely time to give Teague what he needed.

  Chapter Three

  TEAGUE NOTICED THE moment Hudson gave in. It was etched right there on his handsome face, flashing brightly in his green eyes. The man could mask his expression like no one Teague had ever known, but there were times, like now, when he could be read like a book.

  An erotic novel, in fact.

  Teague had learned to read him during the months they’d been together. He knew just how far he had to push to get Hudson where he wanted him to go. No, he didn’t think he had figured the man out, but he had him pegged at certain times.

  Like right now.

  Hudson used his finger to signal for Teague to turn around.

  Okay, so this was new.

  Well, not entirely. Hudson was often behind him when they were fucking, but usually Teague was on the couch, the bed, or even against the wall. Right now, he was standing in the middle of the room.

  However, he wasn’t the kind to argue when he was clearly going to get what he wanted, so he turned around and faced the open door that led out into the hallway between the apartments and waited.

  And waited.

  He didn’t turn back, because he knew that was what Hudson wanted. Instead, he palmed his dick roughly, ready to pleasure himself.

  The giant hand that instantly wrapped around his wrist made him jump.

  Teague glanced over his shoulder at Hudson. Damn, the big man was already naked, which made this moment that much hotter. Thankfully, Hudson didn’t seem to be in the mood to make Teague wait all damn night. He’d done it before. More than once, actually. The guy was notorious for dragging it out until Teague thought his head would explode. Both of them.

  “Aww, damn,” he hissed, leaning back against Hudson when the man’s hand moved from Teague’s wrist to his dick. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  Hudson’s lips found his neck, sliding slowly up and down, moving in time with the exquisite hand job. Teague could feel Hudson’s cock pressing against his ass, and he was tempted to bend over to make this go faster. Only, if he did that, he knew Hudson would stop stroking him, and right now, that was what he wanted most.

  Teague reached over his shoulder and grabbed Hudson’s head, turning his own so he could meet the man’s mouth with his. The kiss was slow, seductive, exactly what the moment called for. Unfortunately, Hudson’s hand did drop from his cock, but when Teague turned to face him, he didn’t think too much about it. His hands slid over the smooth skin of Hudson’s chest, while Hudson gripped Teague’s hair roughly.

  Oh, yeah. Rough was good.

  Damn good.

  The kiss went nuclear, and Teague found himself practically climbing Hudson’s body, trying to get closer, needing to get closer. Teague reached between them, his hand circling both of their cocks, stroking easily, allowing his shaft to slide sinfully against Hudson’s. How the man could make him go from zero to sixty in two seconds flat was beyond him, but no matter what, that was always the case. Teague didn’t think he would ever get tired of this man.

  Ever.

  Hudson nipped Teague’s bottom lip, which was one of the signs that he was ready to move on to something else. Hesitantly, Teague pulled back, meeting Hudson’s hooded, dark gaze, the usual emerald green nearly the color of the forest at night.

  When Hudson eased down to his knees, Teague put one hand on the man’s shoulder to keep from falling over. He watched intently as Hudson took his cock in his mouth. Hell yes. Smooth, soft lips wrapped around his shaft, while the hot rasp of Hudson’s tongue glided leisurely over him. Hudson didn’t hurry, clearly back to the tormenting part of their evening.

  “Fuck, yes,” Teague moaned. “Love your mouth. Fucking love it.”

  He rocked his hips, pushing past Hudson’s lips, trying to find a rhythm that wouldn’t send him blasting off too soon. He was horny as fuck after Hudson’s stunt that afternoon, but he didn’t want to come too soon. He still wanted the man to fuck him.

  Hudson dropped to his ass, then pulled Teague forward. They were close enough to the bed that Teague managed to keep from falling over by planting his palms on the mattress. He was now hovering over Hudson, pushing his cock past those sexy fucking lips that always knew how to drive him wild. Hudson’s hands gripped his ass, pulling him forward, pushing him back, forcing Teague to fuck his mouth.

  “Don’t wanna come,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Not yet, Hudson. Fuck … not yet.”

  Hudson stopped instantly, the suction from his mouth disappearing.

  Teague toppled onto the bed, remaining facedown.

  He should’ve known what was coming, but once again, Hudson took him by surprise. The warmth of Hudson’s breath grazed his asshole when Hudson gripped Teague’s ass and forced his cheeks apart.

  “Holy fuck…” Teague absolutely loved when Hudson ate his ass, and the man knew it. “Oh, fuck.”

  Teague fisted his hands in the comforter, pushing back when Hudson’s tongue joined the mix, grinding his dick against the mattress, knowing if Hudson kept this up, he was going to come.

  At this point, it was up to Hudson on how he wanted the rest of the evening to play out, because Teague was right there…

  So close…

  Of course, that would be the moment Hudson stopped.

  Fucker.

  HUDSON ABSOLUTELY LOVED pushing Teague right to the edge and then pulling him back. In the very beginning of their relationship, it hadn’t gone over well with Teague. Over time, he seemed to have adjusted to it. Perhaps that was because Hudson knew Teague enjoyed the hell out of it, too, as long as he was going to get his in the end. Sure, Teague would probably curse a blue streak because of it—sometimes extremely loudly, sometimes not—but he would enjoy it, nonetheless.

  But Hudson knew now was not the time to push Teague too far. This afternoon had been a total tease for Teague, and he only handled being forced to wait for a certain amount of time. Not to mention, Hudson was aching to slide into Teague’s ass, be surrounded by him,
consumed by him. It was an addiction he’d acquired some months ago, and the more time he spent with Teague, the more he craved him.

  Grabbing the lubricant he had close at hand, Hudson quickly prepared himself, then stood behind Teague, who was partially hanging off the bed, his feet on the floor, facedown on the mattress.

  Without finesse, Hudson guided his dick right where it was destined to be, sliding into the warmth of Teague’s body, then leaning over him, cupping Teague’s neck as he began pushing in deep, retreating slowly. He trailed his lips over Teague’s shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating scent of the man.

  “Oh, fuck… Love feeling you inside me.” Teague’s whispered moan went right to Hudson’s heart.

  Hudson covered him with his body, allowing Teague to bear his weight while he pumped his hips, brushing his lips over Teague’s neck. How he longed to tell the man he loved him with words, but that would never happen, so he had to show him with his body.

  “I know,” Teague mumbled, as though he’d read Hudson’s mind. “I love this, Hudson. I love you… Oh, God, yes… Take everything you need from me. You own me like no man ever will.”

  Hudson’s heart constricted in his chest, emotion pouring through his veins. He loved Teague with an intensity that he still didn’t understand. Having Teague’s love in return was more than he’d ever imagined, more than he felt he deserved. But he’d take it. He’d take everything, because Teague wasn’t the only one who was owned. Hudson belonged to Teague. Had since the very first time Hudson had kissed Teague back on a cruise ship the day their friends got married.

  “Make me come,” Teague pleaded. “Fuck me, Hudson. Show me how much you need me.”

  His blood thrummed through his veins, pounding in his head and his cock as that desperate need to possess Teague took over. He didn’t retreat, didn’t want to relinquish the heat of Teague’s body. He continued to drive his cock deep into Teague’s ass, thrusting harder, faster, driving them both where they needed to go.

  “Oh, fuck … yes… Just like that. You’re gonna make me come… I wanna feel you come in my ass… Hudson … oh, yeah … fuck, yeah…”

  The kid definitely had a way with words.

  Hudson gave Teague everything he had in him, slamming his hips forward, shaking the bed with the sheer intensity of his movements. Every moan, every rough inhale stoked the flames, made him burn hotter, desperate to take Teague right over the cliff with him.

  “Fuck … oh, fuck… Hudson … I’m…”

  Teague’s muscles tensed, his ass strangling Hudson’s dick as he came with a roar. Hudson didn’t hold back, slamming into him again and again, needing more, needing everything. When the pressure became too much, he let himself go, pulsing inside Teague as he held on to him, praying like hell Teague knew exactly how much he meant to Hudson.

  Teague’s hand gripped Hudson’s thigh, his short nails sliding over his skin.

  “I love you.”

  Hudson moved his hand up near Teague’s face and made the sign for I love you, so damn grateful that he’d found someone who understood and accepted him in every way.

  Chapter Four

  Tuesday, December 13th

  “I HOPE LIKE hell you aren’t expecting me to get up before the sun,” Teague mumbled, feeling around on the bed for the warm body that was supposed to be next to him.

  Ah, hell. He came up empty but still refused to open his eyes.

  Instead, Teague rolled over onto his back, placing his arm over his face. He could hear Hudson across the hall, probably sorting all those damn Christmas ornaments so they could start putting them on the tree. After sex last night, Hudson had dragged Teague to the shower, then forced food down him before they finally gave in to sleep around midnight.

  That was the way things were with them. Neither of them was on a schedule, except during the busy summer months when the boat repair shop was jumping. During the colder months, most people had their boats stored, only a few choosing to have major repairs completed so they’d be back in the water come May.

  Right now, there was not much of anything for either of them to do. They helped with the upkeep at the marina, even volunteered for some of the events that took place on dry land. But for the most part, they spent endless amounts of time together simply being.

  Teague loved every minute of it, too.

  Except when it came to the stupid holidays. First Thanksgiving, now Christmas. Teague wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through the rest of the year without losing his mind. The only reason he was coping was for Hudson’s benefit.

  The holidays and all the crap that came along with them were obviously important to Hudson; therefore, they were important to Teague, but not at five o’clock in the damn morning.

  Charger jumped up onto the bed, clearly realizing that Teague was awake.

  “Lemme guess,” he grumbled as he dropped his arm and peered over at his dog. “You need to go out and Hudson sent you to get me out of bed. You do realize it’s still dark outside, right?”

  The dog licked his face.

  “Fantastic,” he groaned, dropping his feet over the edge of the mattress and forcing himself to sit up. He ran his fingers through his hair, then glanced at the dog. “Me first, man.”

  Teague grabbed a pair of sweat pants, a T-shirt, and his shoes after using the restroom, then followed Charger out of the apartment and down the stairs. They made their way over to the trees near the water, and he waited patiently while Charger roamed around and did his business. The morning was cold, and Teague’s nuts were threatening to shrivel up, but he didn’t complain. Aside from Hudson, Charger was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The service dog had become his best friend these past few months, and he couldn’t imagine his life without him. If that meant getting up at the butt crack of dawn so Charger could do what needed to be done, then so be it.

  “You think Hudson’s gonna ask a ton of questions when I tell him I need to run out to the store later?” Teague asked the dog, not expecting a response. “I’ve gotta get his Christmas present, and the store called to let me know it’s ready.”

  It hadn’t taken any thought at all for Teague to realize what he wanted to get the man for Christmas. He’d long ago accepted that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Hudson, and asking the big guy to marry him was first and foremost on his to-do list. Truthfully, he wanted to do it before Hudson popped the question.

  For whatever reason, it was important to Teague that he be the one to ask. He got the feeling that Hudson was going to give him all the time in the world to come to terms with their relationship. Truth was, he didn’t need any more time. He was no longer second-guessing his feelings or his decisions. This was the life he wanted.

  Charger nudged his thigh and Teague peered down at him.

  “Thank God,” he said, his breath crystalizing in the freezing air.

  Five minutes later, they were back inside. He peeked into the living room to find Hudson putting the tree on the base and doing whatever had to be done for a live Christmas tree to survive until Christmas. Teague didn’t have the first clue how any of that worked. He’d never shared a Christmas with anyone. Not that he could remember anyway.

  “There’s a first time for everything,” he mumbled under his breath, watching Hudson work.

  Teague couldn’t help but smile.

  He just couldn’t.

  HUDSON HAD WOKEN up early, as he usually did. Rather than stay in his warm bed, curled up with Teague, he’d opted to get up and start getting the tree ready. Clearly he hadn’t been as quiet as he’d hoped, because Teague had wandered in a minute ago with the dog close to his side.

  Peering back at him over his shoulder, Hudson smiled.

  “I’m not helping,” Teague noted. “But I don’t mind watching. Especially since you refuse to put a shirt on.”

  Hudson grinned, turning back to the tree. It was as good as it was going to get, and it was now ready for lights and ornaments. He was tempted to turn
decorating the damn thing into a sexual game with Teague. The kid never could resist when it came to sex. He was as insatiable as Hudson, which made them the perfect pair.

  Getting to his feet, Hudson moved over to the boxes that he’d placed on the couch. He looked up at Teague and signed: Refusing to help?

  “Damn straight I am. I’d rather use my energy on downing some Cheerios while you take care of that shit.”

  Hudson detected a hint of amusement in Teague’s tone. He knew the man did that on purpose, always needling him into doing what he wanted. Hudson couldn’t deny giving in to him, either. Hell, it was entertaining, to say the least. Not to mention hot.

  He grabbed a string of lights and moved back to the tree. He felt Teague’s eyes on him as he went to work. It took a solid ten minutes before he had the light strands hanging the way he wanted them. When he finished, he took a step back to look. Teague came to stand beside him, bowl of cereal in one hand.

  “I’m gonna have to run out for a little while this afternoon,” Teague informed him, grabbing an ornament and handing it over.

  Want me to come along?

  “Not this time, no. I’ve got to … uh … pick something up.”

  My Christmas present?

  “No,” Teague said with a snort. “What makes you think I’m getting you a present?”

  He could tell by Teague’s tone that he was messing with him.

  I say no presents this year.

  “I couldn’t agree more. Less hassle and no one has to worry about being disappointed by opening socks or underwear. What if we just trade sexual favors?”

  Right. One thing Teague wasn’t good at … lying. It was clear that whatever his plans were did involve a present. Not that Hudson wanted Teague to get him anything. As far as he was concerned, he had absolutely everything he could ever want. Having Teague in his life, sleeping in his bed, waking up by his side in the morning … that was enough. He didn’t need anything more than that.

  Sexual favors are good.

  “Of course they are.” Teague handed him another ornament. “Especially when they come from me.”