Naughty Holidays 2016

by Nicole Edwards

  “Is that why you told me to come down here?” Teague mumbled, pulling back slightly. “To kiss the daylights out of me?”

  Hudson shrugged, smiled.

  “I like when you do shit like that.”

  Hudson pulled him in again, pressing his lips to Teague’s. He didn’t go for domination. That was for later. Right now, he wanted to taste, to touch, to inhale this man.

  When he finally pulled back, Teague grinned up at him. “I think we should take the rest of the week off.”

  Hudson cocked an eyebrow and waited.

  “It’s almost Christmas. No one gives a shit about their boat right now. Let’s take the days off, get naked, and stay that way through the weekend.”

  Hudson liked that plan. Except they would be going to Cam and Gannon’s for dinner on Sunday. They’d already committed to going, and Hudson wasn’t about to go back on that. However, that didn’t mean they couldn’t stay holed up until then.

  That was, if Teague could last that long. The kid didn’t do well when he was cooped up for long periods. They both knew that.

  “I’ll make it worth your while,” Teague whispered, his hand sliding down Hudson’s chest, moving closer and closer to Hudson’s iron-hard cock.

  He waited, knowing Teague was going to do his best to convince him. Hudson didn’t need to tell him that he’d already made up his mind.

  After all, where was the fun in that?

  As he’d assumed it would, Teague’s hand dropped to the button on Hudson’s jeans. He waited patiently, trying to keep his breathing under control. When the button popped free and the zipper slid down, Hudson dropped his gaze to Teague’s hand, watching as he slowly freed him from the confining denim.

  “I know you want to feel my mouth on you.”

  Hudson lifted his head, met Teague’s taunting gaze. He didn’t give himself away, though.

  “Yeah. That’s what you want,” Teague whispered. “You want me to wrap my lips around your dick, to suck you deep into my mouth.”

  Okay, clearly the kid was pushing him on purpose. Hudson had a tremendous amount of willpower, except when it came to Teague. It was hard enough to keep his hands off the man when they were working. And when they weren’t…

  “Watch me, Hudson,” Teague instructed. “Don’t take your eyes off me while I suck your dick.”

  His breath caught in his lungs, trapped as his body hardened, his cock pulsing with the promises he could see in Teague’s blue eyes.

  Teague slowly dropped to his knees, his fingers circling Hudson’s dick, teasing him with the lightest of touches. As Teague wanted, Hudson never looked away. He watched as Teague leaned closer, his warm breath caressing the swollen head, causing pre-cum to form on the tip.

  His eyes widened, his stomach muscles contracting when Teague’s tongue darted out, lightly stroking the head, lapping up the bead of liquid pooled there. The kid was brutal with his torment. He never hurried and Hudson didn’t rush him. He gripped the toolbox he was perched against, allowing Teague to have total control over him.

  Hudson had to admit, allowing Teague control over him was an overwhelming experience. Every time he allowed it, he seemed to crave it more. He wanted to put himself in Teague’s hands, to allow the man his deepest, darkest desires. He couldn’t stop thinking about it anymore.

  “You like that?” Teague asked, licking him like a lollipop while staring up at him.

  Hudson nodded. He fucking loved it.

  “What about this?”

  Teague opened his mouth wider and enveloped Hudson’s cock in the warm cavern of his mouth, sliding all the way down on him. Hudson sucked in air, the head of his cock brushing Teague’s tonsils. Fucking hell, that was incredible. His fingers tightened on the edge of the toolbox.

  Teague continued to suck him deeper while tugging Hudson’s jeans down his thighs. He had no idea what the kid had in store for him, but he waited, focusing on breathing while the pleasure obliterated his brain cells.

  Hudson continued to watch, noticing when Teague pulled back, dipping his middle finger into his mouth.

  “Spread your legs as far as you can,” Teague instructed.

  Hudson did, but it wasn’t an easy feat when he was shackled by his jeans.

  Teague’s mouth returned to his cock, engulfing him while his finger slid between Hudson’s ass cheeks, finding his asshole. Gently, Teague pushed the tip inside, retreated. He choreographed his movements, fucking Hudson’s ass with his finger while bobbing up and down on his cock.

  It was too much.

  Hudson had thought he’d be the one in control when he summoned Teague down here, but that clearly wasn’t the case.

  Unable to stop himself, Hudson released the toolbox and grabbed Teague’s head, fisting his hair roughly as he pulled him onto his dick just as he came so hard he saw stars.

  Heaven help him.

  Chapter Seven

  Friday, December 23rd

  TEAGUE MADE AS much noise as possible while he prepared dinner. He knew Hudson was trying to watch television, and it amused him to irritate the man.

  Yes, it had been Teague’s idea to stay home, but admittedly, he had cabin fever. The few times he’d taken Charger outside, spending at least an hour each time did nothing to alleviate the frustration growing in him. He needed to do something, but he didn’t know what. It wasn’t that he wanted to go somewhere, but he was bored.

  Hudson’s head turned and he pinned Teague with a look.

  “What?” he questioned, smiling. “If you want peace and quiet, you cook.”

  Hudson looked amused, but he didn’t move from his spot on the couch.

  Clearly Teague was going to have to work harder.

  Ten minutes later, Teague got his wish. Hudson was up off the couch, storming into the small kitchen, a murderous gleam in his eyes.

  Of course, Teague laughed, which was obviously not what the big guy wanted.

  Within seconds, Teague found himself naked as the day he was born, his clothes somewhere in the living room while Hudson stood behind him, watching him finish preparing their dinner.

  “You always like to see me naked,” he groused, trying not to smile. “Not sure why I have to cook in the nude. Good thing there’s not grease or you might be shit out of luck for a few days.”

  Hudson didn’t move.

  “What happens if I burn my dick? You gonna kiss it and make it better?” Teague asked as he pulled the glass pan out of the oven. The chicken he’d been baking was done. “Or better yet, what if I scorch my ass? This pan is hot, you know? You gonna kiss my ass if that happens?”

  He peered over his shoulder to see Hudson staring at his ass. His dick definitely liked that he was. He had to will the damn thing to stay down. He might tease about getting burned, but he damn sure wasn’t interested in it actually happening.

  As he plated the asparagus and chicken, he felt the warmth of Hudson’s body behind him. Seconds later, Hudson’s hands were on his ass, cupping his cheeks, squeezing.

  Teague inhaled sharply.

  Okay, tempting the beast wasn’t always a good thing. Especially when Teague knew Hudson wasn’t going to follow through. At least not until after dinner.

  One big hand slid between his thighs, cupping his nuts. Teague nearly dropped the plate he was holding. He set it down abruptly, leaning into Hudson while the big man fondled his balls.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, Hudson.”

  The hand disappeared all too soon.

  “You’re a fucking tease,” he muttered, knowing he was the one who’d asked for this. “Just for that, I’m not giving it up tonight. How’s that make you feel?”

  The look Hudson shot him said he didn’t buy it for a second.

  “I’m serious,” he continued. “Just watch. You’ll be jacking off while I’m asleep.”

  Hudson grinned, then joined Teague at the table. Teague managed to keep his mouth shut long enough for them to eat. He was trying to come up with another way to har
ass the man but hadn’t actually gotten far into a plan when Hudson stood from his chair, took the plates, then dumped them in the sink.

  “Hey. What if I wasn’t finished?”

  He was finished.

  Hudson cocked his eyebrow in that sexy way that made Teague’s dick twitch. The damn thing didn’t have a stitch covering it, so now wasn’t the time for twitching.

  Hudson signed: Get up.

  Teague shook his head.

  Want me to make you?

  Teague nodded. Then laughed.

  Of course, that wasn’t the right thing to do, because Hudson was on him in a second, pulling him out of the chair, then practically dragging him across the hall to their bedroom. Teague couldn’t keep his feet under him when Hudson pushed him onto the mattress, then climbed over him, straddling his thighs.

  “Sorry, big guy,” he said, trying to sound as though he really was. “I’ve got a headache. All that cooking naked. It really pushes my limits.”

  I will push your limits.

  “Maybe tomorrow, but thanks for the offer.” Teague never took his eyes off Hudson.

  The next thing he knew, Hudson had flipped him over onto his stomach, once again straddling his legs, holding him down. Warm breath fanned his face as Hudson ground his jean-clad cock against Teague’s ass. What he wouldn’t give for the man to be naked right now. He loved when Hudson got all demanding with him.

  “Good night,” Teague snapped, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

  The hand that landed on his ass made him jump.

  “Shit! What the hell was that?”

  One big palm landed in the middle of his back, effectively holding him down while Hudson spanked him again.

  Fuck. That shit should not feel good, but damn it to hell. It did. Teague’s dick was doing a happy dance, crushed between him and the mattress. He’d never pushed Hudson this far, but hell. He made a mental note of what he did, because if he was lucky, he would have a chance to do it again.

  HONESTLY, HUDSON HADN’T intended to take things this far, but the fact that Teague was groaning, his ass lifting as Hudson smacked him with an open palm again and again, told him he liked it.

  The kid was going to be the death of him.

  He’d known that Teague was battling with being cooped up for so long. It had been evident in everything he did throughout the day. And that was the very reason Hudson had stripped him naked. He’d wanted to take Teague’s mind off of it.

  Apparently, that had worked.

  “Fuck…” Teague cried out. “I’m not sure I’m supposed to fucking like that, but goddamn … Hudson…”

  Yeah. Hudson knew just what he meant. As it was, he was about to bust his fucking zipper. Glancing down, he saw the slightly reddened skin of Teague’s ass, and his body jerked. He was so fucking hard he hurt.

  Leaning down, he nipped Teague’s shoulder, continuing to grind himself against Teague’s ass.

  Wanting to make this last for Teague, Hudson finally pulled himself away. He got to his feet, then quickly shed his clothes before coming to stand beside the bed, close to Teague’s head. He slid his fingers into the cool blond strands, forcefully tugging until Teague moved closer to the edge of the bed. When he was within reach, Hudson fed his cock into Teague’s mouth.

  Damn.

  He sucked air into his lungs as he pumped his hips, fucking Teague’s mouth, taking what the man was offering. He wasn’t gentle, but he knew Teague didn’t need him to be. If it weren’t for the fact he fully intended to fuck Teague into oblivion, he would’ve come right down Teague’s throat. Instead, he gritted his teeth and continued to stave off the incredible need to come while he was overwhelmed by sensations.

  When he finally had no choice but to pull back, Teague frowned up at him. He shook his head, knowing the man would give him a hard time as long as they were both walking this earth. It was what Teague did. Not that Hudson minded. He loved him for it. That was why they worked.

  Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, Hudson moved around to the other side of the bed. He slicked his cock, dribbled more lube on Teague’s ass, then easily slid home. And that’s the moment he reached down deep for his patience, taking it slow, driving Teague absolutely crazy.

  “You’re a bastard,” Teague grumbled. “Fuck me, damn you. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Hudson continued to slide in deep, then retreat. By the time he was so consumed by the blinding pressure for release, Hudson was sweating and Teague was still cursing.

  Gripping Teague’s hips, Hudson jerked him up onto his knees, pulling him with him as he got off the bed. With his feet on the floor, his fingers digging into Teague’s hips, he began pounding him hard and fast. The bed jerked and creaked with every movement while Teague cried out, begging for more.

  It was brutal and beautiful and Hudson never wanted it to end. He didn’t let up for long minutes, his thigh muscles screaming by the time he could take no more.

  “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Teague slammed back against him. “Oh, yeah!”

  As Teague came, his body jerking against Hudson’s hold, he didn’t let up, thrusting into him again and again until his body was no longer his own. He came so hard he nearly passed out, driving deep into Teague’s ass as he fell over the man, his lungs burning for oxygen.

  “I’m pretty sure you misunderstood me,” Teague said, his breaths as labored as Hudson’s. “When I said I had a headache, it meant I didn’t want sex.”

  The kid made him absolutely crazy.

  And he loved him even more now than ever before.

  Chapter Eight

  Saturday, December 24th

  FROM THE MOMENT his eyes opened this morning, Teague had felt the tremors in his hands. Nerves. That was all it was, but still. He was having a damn hard time focusing, and it was no one’s fault but his. With the rings in his pocket, he was doubly nervous. What if Hudson found them? What if the big guy ruined Teague’s surprise?

  And yes, Teague was supposed to wait until tomorrow to pop the question, but he’d had all he could stand with this waiting bullshit. He would be doing this today.

  Now that the day was nearly half over, Teague was still wondering why he hadn’t simply gotten on with it yet. He could’ve easily popped the question half a dozen times, but he wanted the moment to be perfect.

  Perfection did not involve Teague making cereal for breakfast or grilled cheese for lunch. It did not involve Hudson sitting in front of the television. And it certainly didn’t involve following Charger halfway around the marina. Twice.

  Wait.

  Maybe that was the key.

  Maybe Teague needed to get Hudson down by the water. That made perfect sense, right? It was a place they both loved, where they had ultimately met. Okay, Teague liked where his brain was going with this.

  He glanced over at Charger. The dog was curled up on the couch, clearly content to be doing absolutely nothing on Christmas Eve while Teague felt as though he was going to go insane.

  Something must’ve clued Hudson in to Teague’s mood, because the man looked over at him, a question on his face.

  “I’m goin’ for a walk,” he blurted, turning for the door. “Come on, Charger.”

  The dog was instantly at his side, tail wagging, tongue lolling. Yep, they were going to do this.

  When Hudson didn’t follow immediately, Teague made sure to slam the door, hoping the guy would catch on. That or he’d think Teague was throwing a hissy fit and leave him to his own devices.

  And wouldn’t that just backfire right in Teague’s face.

  Taking a deep breath, Teague headed down the stairs, around the building, then toward the water. Charger took his time, checking everything out while Teague snuck backward glances at the office.

  No Hudson.

  He wondered how long he would have to stay out there before he got the big guy’s attention. Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour?

  Jesus Christ.

  Today was going to be a really long day.


  Teague opted not to think about it, choosing to walk around, following the dog, trying to be patient. Hudson would follow, of that he had no doubt. Granted, Teague would have to wait him out, but that was okay. What else did he have to do today? As it was, he had his thumb up his butt. Well, not literally. Yet.

  Thankfully, it only took half an hour before Hudson wandered down from upstairs. He’d pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie rather than the shorts and T-shirt he had been wearing. The wind had a bite to it, but it wasn’t too bad. Teague’s fingers had gone numb long ago, but other than that, he was all right.

  He turned to watch Hudson walking toward them, shuffling closer to the water with every step. Teague stood there, not moving. Hell, he was hardly breathing. He had to shove his hands into his pockets to keep the damn things from giving away his nerves.

  Hudson signed: Problem?

  Teague smiled. “Define problem.”

  Hudson frowned, studying him intently.

  Knowing it was now or never, Teague eliminated the distance between them, grabbing Hudson’s hand and pulling him closer.

  “I need to talk to you about something.”

  Clearly Hudson wasn’t happy about that based on the expression that contorted his handsome features. Perhaps it was the way Teague had said it. They both knew Teague wasn’t big on talking about his feelings, so he could see why Hudson would be concerned.

  Swallowing hard, he relaxed his grip on Hudson’s hand and stared up into the man’s face. This incredible man that he loved with everything that he was.

  Because he was holding Hudson’s hands, the man couldn’t sign, which was good. Teague needed a minute, but not too long. As it was, he’d been stewing for days now, which made him jumpy and nervous and…

  “Okay … so…” Good God, he felt like he was going to throw up. He inhaled deeply, let it out slowly.

  Hudson’s fingers closed over Teague’s, his grip tightening.

  “I’m good,” he assured Hudson. “I swear it.”