Vic laughed, but sobered when he saw the flush rising in Matt’s cheeks. “All right, enough,” he said again, standing. Snagging Matt’s elbow, Vic helped him to his feet. “I’ve got…toys to make, or something, and he has eight tiny reindeer to feed before he goes to bed.”
“Nine,” the girl piped up. Matt glared at her, but Vic’s grip on his arm kept him quiet. “Don’t forget Rudolph. He makes it nine.”
“Nine,” Vic echoed. “Right.” He couldn’t wait to take off this damn suit and put the dumb Santa myth to rest.
* * * *
“I am Mrs. Clause,” Matt grumbled, leaning heavily against Vic as they drudged through the parking lot toward Vic’s car. With more than a few drinks in his system, Matt was officially sloshed, and he still smarted over the silly argument he’d had earlier. He held onto Vic’s Santa jacket with both hands as he stumbled alongside his lover, head tucked under Vic’s chin. His warm breath fanned Vic’s face, the alcohol in it like kerosene. Trailing one hand over the pillow padding Vic’s stomach, Matt slipped below Vic’s thick black belt to grab at his crotch. “Am I right? In everything that counts, anyway.”
Vic reminded him, “Matty, I’m not Santa.”
“Are you sure?” Matt leered up at Vic, grinning. “You sure look like him.”
With relief, Vic spotted his aging Corolla and angled them toward it. When Matt groped Vic’s cock through his pants, Vic swatted his hand away. “Not here, all right? We’ll be home soon enough. Then we can—”
“Why not here?” Matt dodged Vic’s slap and latched onto his lover’s dick again, giving it a healthy squeeze Vic felt even through the double layer of clothing he wore. Shivers of delight spiked from his groin up his spine, and every nerve tingled with anticipation. Matt was right…why not here?
Rowdy laughter behind them brought Vic to his senses. He helped his staggering lover to his car and propped Matt up against the passenger side as he fumbled to get his key into the lock. “We’ll be home in no time,” he promised, holding the door open so Matt could fall into the seat. Vic leaned in after him and, as he cinched the safety belt across Matt’s chest, he stole a quick kiss. “You’re drunk.”
“And horny,” Matt reminded him. He gripped the front of Vic’s jacket in his fist and held Vic down for another kiss, this one longer and more intimate than the first. “Drive fast. I got your present right here…”
He guided Vic’s hand between his legs—sure enough, the bulge there promised a fun evening ahead. With one final kiss, Vic backed out of the car and shut the door behind him, then skirted the back of the vehicle to the driver’s side. He slid the key into the lock and turned it, but before he could get inside, he heard a sleepy little voice nearby call out, “Bye, Santa!”
Vic glanced over his shoulder. Two cars over, fellow employee Len Carlson held his son Brucey in his arms as his wife unlocked their van. Brucey waved at Vic with one small hand, then yawned widely. Len caught Vic’s eye and smiled. “Someone’s ready for bed.”
With a laugh, Vic admitted, “He isn’t the only one. Are you on the schedule much this week?”
“Tomorrow through Christmas Eve,” Len admitted. “You?”
“Monday and Tuesday.” Vic gave the guy a sheepish grin. “I’m off after that until after New Year’s.”
Brucey sat up, suddenly all ears. “But you have to work Christmas Eve, right? That’s Wednesday. You have to work Wednesday.”
Len laughed and patted the kid on the back to calm him. With a wink Vic’s way, he said, “Sure, Brucey. Christmas Eve’s Santa’s busiest day.”
“Night,” Brucey corrected. “He comes at night, Daddy. Not during the day.”
Vic had to get out of this outfit, the sooner, the better. With a final nod at his coworker, he sank into the driver’s seat and plucked the Santa hat with its itchy wig and beard off. He tossed it into the back seat and started the engine, turning the heat up full blast as if that would warm the car up any quicker. Rubbing his hands together for warmth, he watched his breath fog up the windshield. “You know what that kid told me?” he said to Matty, shivering at the cold air blowing out of the car’s vents. “Earlier, when he came up and sat on my lap. He said I had to be sure to get something for his sister because she was in the hospital and couldn’t make it tonight. Some sort of horse riding accident. She’s only twelve.”
The only sound came from the vents. Vic blew into his hands to warm them. “Matty?”
A long snore rattled from deep in the back of Matt’s throat. Vic glanced over—Matt’s head rested against the window, his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes shut and mouth slightly open. As Vic watched, Matt mumbled something unintelligible and shifted into a more comfortable position in his seat. He was either too tired to stay awake or passed out shit-faced drunk, one of the two.
Either way, Vic knew he wouldn’t be getting any loving once they made it home. He’d have to carry Matt up to their apartment, undress him, and put him to bed. Sure, he could take advantage of the situation—they were lovers, after all, and Matty wouldn’t object—but Vic wasn’t that kind of guy. The best part of making love was mutual, both giving and receiving, pleasing and being pleased, not just getting off. If it came to that, he had two hands and knew how to use them.
Should’ve said yes when he wanted to do it here. Vic leaned across the gear shaft and kissed Matt’s slack cheek. “Love you,” he whispered.
“Vic,” Matty murmured sleepily.
In his lover’s voice, Vic’s name was all the reply he needed.
* * * *
Sunday morning, Vic woke to the amazing sensation of something rubbing a lazy figure eight around and over and under his nut sac. As he drifted toward consciousness, the tender touch tingled through him, awakening his senses one by one. Slowly he became aware of a low heat burning in his groin; like a stoked fire, it began to spread, first stiffening his cock, then easing into his belly, where it stretched toward his chest and head. He moaned and shifted a little to try and dispel the sudden ache settling into his balls. One hand fisted in the pillow under his head, while the other strummed over his stomach, seeking release.
Something caught that hand before it reached his cock. He felt warm, damp lips leave tiny kisses on each fingertip in turn, then in his palm, then on his wrist. No longer able to feign sleep, Vic opened his eyes to find Matt’s cheek cradled in his hand, his lover’s dark green eyes clear and bright in the scant light peeking through their bedroom curtains. “Morning, sexy.”
Vic growled deep in his throat, a lusty, hungry sound that threatened to break into words but didn’t quite make it. He wasn’t a morning person, a fact his lover liked to exploit when possible. Now as he watched, Matty opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, curling the tip around the end of Vic’s forefinger. Matt’s gaze never left Vic’s face as he licked down the length of Vic’s finger, sucking it in between his lips. Vic felt soft folds of heat envelop his digit as Matt took it in to the base, then drew back to let it slip free. He did the same to Vic’s middle finger, his ring finger, even his pinkie.
God. Even without his lover’s hand on his balls or cock, Vic trembled with desire.
“I feel so bad about last night,” Matt said, turning Vic’s hand to bring the thumb within reach of his lips. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep—”
“Pass out.” Vic’s voice sounded gritty, unused.
If they hadn’t known each other so well, another man might have read anger or indignation into the sound, but Matt just grinned. “Poor Vic. You should’ve just had your way with me. You wouldn’t have had to go to bed with this.”
He wrapped his hand around Vic’s cock, already erect from his ministrations. With his thumb and forefinger flat against Vic’s shaved pubic mound, Matt squeezed up with his fingers, then released his grip to do it again. Vic thrust up into Matt’s fist, biting his lower lip as another deep growl escaped him.
Laying his head on Vic’s stomach, Matt stared up at his lover and teased, “Yo
u know, an erection lasting longer than four hours really should be looked at by a doctor.”
“I don’t need a damn doctor,” Vic groused. “I got you.”
A slow smile broke across Matt’s face, lighting his features like the sun. As he sat up, the blankets fell from him to reveal his own nakedness—since they’d been together, they never slept clothed. Now Vic watched Matt’s lithe muscles move beneath his olive skin as he swung one leg over Vic to sit down on Vic’s belly. Matt’s dick was as hard as Vic’s, lying on Vic’s navel as Matt splayed his hands on either side, his touch ticklish. Then he smoothed his hands up, laying down as he followed them over Vic’s smooth chest, plucking the rings Vic wore in his nipples. Finally Matt stretched out above Vic to press his nose to his lover’s. “Since I’m in a better frame of mind this morning,” Matt murmured, puckering his lips to kiss Vic between the words, “let me fix you right up.”
He leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips to the tip of Vic’s nose. Matt’s breath ruffled Vic’s eyelashes when he shut his eyes. Then Vic felt Matt’s kiss on his eyelids, first the right one, then the left. The weight of his lover’s body was comforting along his own, their naked skin flush together, Matt’s stiff cock insistent against Vic’s stomach.
Matt moved down a little and kissed the fleshy part of Vic’s cheek. He could see where this was going—another kiss on the other side, then maybe one on the mouth, the chin, down the neck, following the long trail down the center of his being to his cock…
But apparently Matty had a surprise in store for him. The soft peck grew teeth as Matt nipped down on the spot he’d just kissed. It wasn’t a hard bite, but its suddenness shocked Vic awake, who’d been drifting back toward sleep. “Matty!”
His lover grinned at him and shifted to Vic’s other cheek. “Just a little something to get the blood pumping,” he whispered.
This time, Matt held Vic’s gaze as he bit him. There was no preemptive kiss, either—Vic saw his lover’s lips draw back over Matt’s perfect smile and watched as those white teeth caught his skin between them. Matt pulled his head up an inch, just enough to tent Vic’s skin a bit, then let go as it snapped back into place.
Now this was something new. Vic thought of those same teeth tugging at his most sensitive spots, such as his nipples or the spot just below his cock where his balls began. A shiver of delight ran through him. Talk about foreplay!
With his little playful bites, Matt made his way down Vic’s jaw. He bit both Vic’s lips separately, upper then lower, his gaze never leaving Vic’s as he navigated the familiar terrain of his lover’s body. Matt’s teeth slid down over the neatly trimmed hair on Vic’s chin—the only hair he let grow, a devilish goatee that only emphasized his bald pate and shaved crotch. Then Vic leaned his head back against his pillow as Matt continued down his neck, stopping here and there on the downward journey to inflict another love bite.
He planted one in the hollow of Vic’s throat, then onto a tender spot right above Vic’s collarbone. Right shoulder, left shoulder, both biceps—Matt really sank his teeth into Vic’s arms, but although he bit down harder there, Vic barely felt it through the sheaths of muscle born from years of lifting weights. Matt went down as far as the crook of Vic’s elbows, then returned to Vic’s chest.
Like a cougar, Matt pounced on Vic’s right nipple, covering it completely with his mouth. Instead of sucking on the nip, though, he bit down until Vic writhed beneath him, gasping out his name. Threading his tongue through Vic’s nipple ring, Matty wiggled it around between his teeth until the tit was erect and swollen. Vic gripped Matt’s sides with both hands, moaning with lust. “Sweet Jesus,” he sobbed. His dick jerked to attention, bumping up against Matt’s spread ass as if begging for entry.
Calmly Matt moved to the left nipple to repeat the procedure. Though Vic anticipated it, he still wasn’t quite ready for the shot of desire that raced through him when Matt tugged on the nipple ring. His dick felt as if a jolt of electricity had raced down its length. Though he preferred to bottom during sex, he couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that filled him as his cock rubbed against the cleft between Matt’s ass cheeks. “Matty, please. Just fuck me already, will you?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Matt teased.
He moved lower, pausing now and then to plant a fierce little bite in a strategic place on Vic’s chest. The marks left in his wake reddened, holding the indentation of his teeth. Each bite sent a surge through Vic, and as Matt moved lower, his ass pressed back against Vic’s erection with a sweet ache. Everywhere Vic had a mole or freckle, everywhere a tattoo had been inked into his skin, any wrinkle or crease that caught Matt’s eye was nibbled on and released. By the time Matt reached Vic’s navel, his entire upper body tingled with tiny little bites.
He loved it.
At his center, Matt ringed his belly button with marks. He dipped his tongue into Vic’s navel, eliciting a snicker from his lover. Down, over Vic’s hips, Matt marking his territory as if each bite were a brand to tell the world, hands off, he’s mine. When one of the bites looked too red or went too deep, he licked over it to soothe the angry flesh. As Matt moved into the space between Vic’s legs, his lover began to wriggle a bit—for all his gruff and grumble, Vic was much more sensitive down below.
Matt adjusted his bite accordingly, barely nipping paper-thin skin. A band of teeth marks separated Vic’s pubic area from his lower abdomen, and another outlined where his inner thigh met his crotch. The smallest nibbles Matt reserved for the tender area around Vic’s cock, which jutted up as if straining to be included. Matt licked his way from base to tip, pausing to close his teeth oh so gently around the bulbous cockhead. Vic held his breath and stared, almost wanting Matt to bite a little harder so he could come in one fast rush and be done with it already.
But Matt had other plans. Relaxing his jaws, Matt went down on Vic’s dick, taking it in completely until his lips kissed the smooth skin at the shaft’s base. On his way back up, he swirled his tongue around Vic’s length, slathering it with saliva. He let it slip from his mouth, almost letting it go completely, but just as the shroomy head escaped his lips, he devoured it again.
Vic fisted his hands in Matt’s cottony curls, holding his lover against his crotch as Matt’s tongue and cheeks worked at his cock. The next time Matt pulled back all the way, Vic’s cock left a smear of white beads across his lips. “God,” Vic growled. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m just going to shoot my load in your face.”
“So impatient!” Matt chided. He sat back and patted the rumpled covers until he found what he was after—a half-empty tube of lubrication he must’ve set aside before he woke Vic up. As he squirted a healthy dollop of the gel into his palms, he warned Vic, “If you get off before I do, I’m just going to have to get you worked up all over again.”
“We could be in bed all day.” Vic didn’t think that sounded like such a bad idea, come to think of it.
Matt began to massage Vic’s dick with both hands, the cool gel quickly warming beneath his touch. “Sooner or later Sadie’s going to figure out how to open the bedroom door,” he joked. “That’s one threesome I’m not really up for, if you know what I mean.”
Vic didn’t respond—he wanted to concentrate on the sensations flooding his body as Matt rubbed lube onto his dick and balls. Another palmful slicked the area below his nuts, and Vic raised his knees, spreading his legs wide to give Matt access to his innermost places. When one thin forefinger breached his ass, Vic clenched his fists in the sheets and moaned his lover’s name.
Matt paused to slap Vic’s thigh. “Roll it over, big boy. I want to see what I’m aiming at.”
Without further prompting, Vic complied. He rolled onto his side, then onto his stomach, catching his pillow in a tight grip as his overly sensitized, slick cock slid over their silk bed sheets. Vic humped against the mattress, eager for release, but another wet slap on his ass stopped him. “Wait for me,” Matt told him, squirting more lube directly onto Vic
’s ass.
Like a masseuse, Matt worked the lube into Vic’s skin, kneading his buttocks up and apart and trailing the lube into the crack of his ass. Vic clenched his pillow as Matt fingered him, each digit rimming his anus before slipping inside, one by one. His puckered hole stretched to accommodate his lover, taking in three fingers completely as Vic gnawed on the corner of his pillow. “Matty,” he growled, pushing his ass up into the air as he rubbed his dick between his body and the bed. “Stop playing around and fuck me now.”
“Yes, sir!”
Matt spread Vic’s legs, raising one knee up to allow better entry. With one hand cupped under that knee, Matt guided his cock to Vic’s ass—Vic felt a sudden push, then a fullness as Matt’s dick slipped inside. They found a furious rhythm, Vic pushing back against Matt with an insistence that demanded release. His lover’s cock moved within him with a precision that always amazed him; when they came together, it was like two pieces of a puzzle locking into one, two men made whole through the sheer act of love. Vic slid a hand under his body to jerk his dick to climax—he was close, so damn close, but he held his palm against the base of his cock, cupping his balls, to keep from coming until Matt was ready.
It didn’t take long. The foreplay had excited them both to the point of distraction, and Matt dove into Vic like an Olympic swimmer ready to dive for the gold—that focused, that intense. He propped himself up above Vic, one arm locked on either side of Vic’s ample hips, and fucked Vic in short, hard bursts. Vic liked it rough, and Matty was only happy to oblige.
When Matt’s orgasm finally spurted into Vic, the hot splash filled Vic’s insides and sparked his own eruptive release. Vic fucked into his hand as he fucked back against Matt, milking both himself and his lover of every last drop. It lasted only a moment, but when his cock stopped spasming, Vic felt exhausted, ready to go back to bed.
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