by Max Walker
If Shiro kept going, then a White Christmas was all but guaranteed, and I absolutely didn’t want him to stop.
16 Shiro Brooks
I was fingering Spanish royalty. Prince Nicholas Silva was asking me to “go deeper” into him, and I was listening, sliding my finger up to the second knuckle, feeling his velvet-soft walls tighten around me. I pushed in, curling my finger, feeling him grip me and pull me in deeper, as if his body cried out for more; the same thing his lips were doing.
“You’re so sexy,” I said, practically to myself. He ground his ass down on my finger. I pushed another to his hole, and it slipped in with ease. Nick’s eyes opened wide. He moved his ass around in a circle, sinking me into him. I gasped, feeling his swollen prostate push against the tips of my fingers. I rubbed.
It looked like Nick had placed his tongue against an electrical socket. He spasmed around my touch, his hands gripping onto the sheets even tighter. I grinned, knowing I had found the spot.
“Holy fuck. ¿Qué hiciste?” he asked.
“I rubbed your prostate. It’s your P-spot. Every guy has it; just not every guy knows how to handle it.” I rubbed again, applying more pressure. Nick’s eyes rolled. He bit his lips before crying out, his cock throbbing in the air.
In and out, I started to slide, finger fucking him. His cock leaked, making my mouth water. I bent down, still fingering him, holding him with my free hand and aiming his cock up to my lips. I sucked him in.
I slowed down. Judging by how tight Nick’s nuts were, he was close to coming, and I didn’t want him to blow just yet. So I traced the head of his dick with my tongue, breathing onto it, my fingers working him, stretching him, getting him ready for me.
“Fuck me, Shy.” His normally sharp blue eyes seemed glazed over. Lust had taken over. Steam appeared to be rising up from his chest with how fucking hot this was.
I pulled my fingers out, Nick gasping as I did. I pushed him back on the bed, the four solid wood posts rising around either side of us. The bedsheets were silky soft against my knees. I looked to the left, seeing the breathtaking view of the dark ocean, a sickle white moon reflected back on the rippling waters. There was an untouchable serenity to it, somehow making this moment that much more special.
My cock, slick and warm, throbbed in my grip. I lined myself up with Nick, rubbing my head against his hole, his cheeks clenching around me.
“Wait. Here,” I said, leaning over and grabbing another pillow. I lifted Nick and slipped the pillow under him. He watched me with those sultry sea-blue eyes, his lips slightly parted as if stuck in a permanent moan. I broke from his gaze and looked down to admire him. His hard cock pulsed and leaked onto his stomach, covered in a dark shadow of hair.
I pressed myself against his entrance. “Ready?” I asked. The last thing I wanted was to give Nick a terrible first time. I wanted to make sure he was taken care of every step of the way.
“Yes,” he said, closing his eyes as I pressed in. His hole opened for me, taking in the head. I could feel him stretch, and the sharp intake of breath made me pause.
“Keep going,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Take a breath.” I put a hand to his chest. Felt it rise with the breath I had asked for. I pushed in a little farther on the exhale.
“Oh fuuuuck, that feels good. Are you in already?”
I looked down, chuckling. “Barely an inch.”
“And how much more is there to go?”
“I’d say a good six.”
Nick’s eyebrows jumped as I went in another inch. “Five now.”
“This New Year’s countdown sure is very different from the one I’m used to,” Nick said, smiling and then gasping as I pushed in deeper. I leaned down, kissing him, chuckling against his lips.
“Wait until the ball drops,” I joked, feeling more comfortable than ever before, sharing this moment with Nick.
With his head in my hands and his lips against mine, I fucked him, sinking my complete size into him. He gasped into my mouth. I licked his lips, opening my eyes, his still shut in pure bliss. I leaned back up so that I could hold his legs in the air.
“That all right?” I asked, looking down, his ass clenched around my cock.
“It stings a little,” he said. “But keep going. It’s getting better.”
I listened, pulling back slowly, almost to the tip. And then I rolled forward again, watching myself disappear in Nick, all the way down to my balls. His velvet hot heat wrapped around me. My vision exploded with multicolored stars. I wanted to be crystalized in this very moment for the rest of my life. I would have been more than happy with that happening.
“Shy, fuck, you’re massive.”
“Am I too big?”
“No, I fucking love it.” Nick’s cock-drunk grin proved he wasn’t lying. “Go harder.”
I rocked my hips forward, sinking balls-deep. Our grunts and groans turned more and more animalistic as I started to fuck him for real, not holding myself back, letting my body drive. His skin slapped against mine, my balls hitting his ass with every thrust. His head rolled from side to side as I fucked him, his moans rising loud enough to wake up Poseidon himself. It pushed me to fuck him even harder.
“Yes, Nick, yes, god your ass feels so fucking good.”
He couldn’t even get the words out to respond, just gargled something past the grunts he was giving me as I pounded into him, taking his virginity, making his toes curl in the air.
Nick started to shake then. Without any warning, his cock blew, a jet of come shooting out, landing with a splat against the headboard. His hole quivered and pulsed around my cock as I continued to fuck the come out of him, more ropes of his sticky seed shooting out and landing across his chest.
“I’m gonna come, Nick.”
“Fuck, do it on me,” he said, completely breathless.
I pulled out of him with a pop. I rolled off the condom and aimed myself onto his chest. The sight of him alone, sweaty and covered in come, was enough to make me explode.
I dropped my head back as I came, unloading everything I had on Nick, feeling my muscles start giving out with every shot of come that mixed with Nick’s.
By the end of it, Nick looked like I had when I dropped the Frosty cake on top of me. I collapsed onto the bed next to him, my body spent, my cock swollen and limp against my belly, still leaking.
We stayed silent for a few moments, collecting ourselves. It felt like I had transcended, like I had reached some sort of secret level in the Game of Life, one there was no coming back from.
“That was, literally, the best sex of my life,” I said, staring up at the white ceiling.
“Really?” Nick asked.
“Yuh.”
“Same for me.” Nick took a deep breath. “Except, I think I’m starting to cement into one piece.”
I looked to my side, laughing as Nick poked at the pool of come on his chest. He lifted his finger and smeared some across my cheek and lips. I gasped in shock before I reached my tongue out and licked some off.
“Let’s get showered,” Nick said, laughing and kissing me, licking the rest of the come off my face.
“Oh, oh, I’m dripping. I’m dripping.” Nick hurried to his balcony door, a hand held underneath him to try and catch any of the drips. I laughed, wondering why he was going to the balcony and not the bathroom. “Come on,” he said, as if reading my mind, “this balcony has an outdoor shower.”
“Are you… seriously? Damn, rich people are spoiled.”
I followed him out to the balcony, and sure enough, a small showerhead was installed in the corner of the huge balcony. The balcony’s white floors transformed into black-and-white tiles under the shower. A half of a wall covered the side that looked out to the ocean, so you could still shower and admire the view without anyone on shore seeing you below the waist. There was a thin curtain tucked to the side which could be pulled out for further privacy. I didn’t care much about it. We were so high up anyway, someone would need binoc
ulars to see what was happening up here.
“This is beautiful,” I said, looking out to the sea. Nick started the water and stepped under the stream. I turned to admire an entirely different view.
Nick’s body, dripping wet and still flushed from our sex, was an absolute work of art. Good enough to be hung in a museum. The way the balcony light played off the water droplets falling down his muscles mesmerized me. His cock hung heavy and limp. His dark bush, well maintained and tantalizing and soaking wet, crowned him. The shadow of his chest hair was just as drool worthy.
He was making me hard again. I stepped under the shower, the warm water welcome against my skin. The ocean breeze carried the fresh scent of salt and sea, mixing with the vanilla of the soap Nick used to suds up.
We kissed under the water. Nick held me, kissing a smile right onto my face. This felt beyond right. This almost felt destined. Like our meeting and the circumstances leading up to it were predetermined. It was the only way to explain how head over heels I was for this man. How he made my heart race with just a look, and how his body unraveled mine in ways that I didn’t even think were possible. Especially not after I had been ready to settle with Mason, thinking that was how good it was ever going to get.
“That was something else.” Nick rubbed the suds around his chest. I grabbed the bar of soap and started to wash myself. “I never knew sex could feel so fucking good.”
“I’m glad I gave you a good first time.”
“Are you kidding? I’m already wanting the second time. And third, and fourth.”
I couldn’t hold back the smile, or my growing erection.
“Look, I’m still shaking from it,” Nick said. He lifted his leg, a small tremble appearing in his thigh. “See? You broke me.”
“Sorry, I’ll make up for it,” I said, turning around with a smile, rubbing my ass up on him. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I rested mine on his. We looked out to the silent ocean as water streamed down on us, and in that peaceful and bliss-filled moment, I knew with a strong certainty that our fates were twined together like a tangle of Christmas lights pulled straight out of storage.
And you know damn well those lights are always tangled to infinity and beyond.
17 Nicholas Silva
I woke up to the smell of coffee in the room, carried on a gentle breeze drifting in through the open balcony door. I stretched under the sheets, feeling the delicious pull of muscles along my thighs, up to my butt. I was naked, having slept like that after Shiro and I drifted off at around four in the morning. We were going to wait for the sunrise, but neither of us could make it. And with the way we had spent last night, I didn’t really blame us.
Shiro walked over from the kitchenette, two steaming white mugs of coffee in his hand. He was naked, too, his dick swinging back and forth.
“Morning,” I said, trying not to get hypnotized by him.
“Merry Christmas.” He flashed me the cheeriest of grins as he got in bed. I perked up.
“Merry Christmas,” I said, kissing him and thanking him for the coffee. It swirled with a dash of sweet cream, exactly how I liked it.
Shy lay on top of the sheets, his head resting on the soft gray leather of the headboard. He crossed his feet at the ankles and looked out at the sea. We had left the dock and were on the way to St. Maarten Island, where we’d spend the next two days. I was excited to explore the island with Shy. Hell, I was just excited to spend an afternoon on the beach with him, excited to do absolutely anything with him. And I was glad that I could spend Christmas with him, too. Being here, on this ship floating across the ocean, it felt more like home than the palace ever did.
“You’re special, banana boy.”
“And you’re annoying, Prince Nick.” He angled his face toward me. The morning sunlight seemed to glimmer on his skin as if he’d been sprinkled with gold dust.
“And I’m also officially a hungry bottom after last night,” I teased, pushing in for a kiss. Shy smiled, his lips tasting as sweet as the coffee he was drinking. “Seriously, though. You are special, Shy.”
“I think you’re special, too. You’ve made this Christmas one I’m never going to forget. Even if I tragically hit my head and suffer a trauma that wipes out all my memory. I’m positive, I’ll never forget this Christmas.”
I laughed into his neck. “With your track record of falling over, I think I’m going to have to buy you a helmet. Especially if you’re going to be jumping on walls the way you do.”
“I fell over once. Okay, twice. But that’s it.”
“There was that one other time…” I trailed off at Shy’s pointed look. “All right, well, just be careful. I don’t want my boyfriend forgetting about me.”
He looked to me, his lips slanting into a smirk. “Are we talking real boyfriend, here? Or fake?”
“What do you want?”
“As real as it comes.”
“Exactly what I want,” I said, kissing him over the rising steam of our coffees. “And exactly what I feel, too. For once in my life, I can say I actually feel happy. That probably sounds insane coming out of my mouth. But it’s true. I really do feel actual happiness for once.”
“It doesn’t sound insane at all.” Shiro sipped his coffee. “I completely get it. Just because the world sees all the flashy things that come with being a prince, they don’t see anything that goes on inside. You were fighting off a storm. No amount of expensive cars or lavish vacations was going to make you feel good, not until you came out.”
“Which… I guess I still have to do.” I took a deep breath. “I think I’m going to tell my parents today. I don’t want them finding out through a photo. I want to tell them myself, and I don’t think this can wait for me to get back.”
“I think you’re right. They should hear it from you. Don’t let some dumb ass paparazzo take away your power or your story.”
“How should I do it?”
“Just be truthful, say what’s in your heart. I know that sounds kinda dumb and fluffy, but it’s true. In those situations, you just have to spill your guts. Say it and get it all out there, because once it is, then your job is done.” Shy put a hand on my leg. “You’ve got this. I know you do.”
His confidence was nice, seeing as how mine felt lacking in that moment. I swallowed my nerves, chasing it with a gulp of the coffee.
We talked for a while longer, the conversation drifting to more benign topics. We landed on discussing our star signs again, except this time our conversation felt very different to the one we had in the bookshop.
“Ok, so now I’m really going to google if Pisces and Virgos are compatible, and not in the friend way. Not that I really believe in all that but you know, for research,” Shy said, laughing as he typed it in.
“And?” I asked, fully invested in the outcome.
“It says… excellent match. Looks like Pisces and Virgos share an emotional connection that others only dream to have. Sourced by… AstrologyAndU.com, spelled with the letter u.”
“You’re a typical Pisces,” I said, tsking.
“Oh please, you didn’t even know Pisces were the fish.”
I shut him up with a cheeky kiss. The kiss grew, as they typically did between us, and we were soon rolling around on the bed, stroking and licking and playing with each other, until Shy’s phone started to buzz against the nightstand.
Ace was calling him to come down and hang out with the group. Shy reluctantly pulled off me and said he needed to go down before they thought he’d been abducted or thrown off the side of the ship. I laughed, giving his ass a slap as he got dressed. I told him I would meet them later.
“Are you going to call them now?” he asked as I was saying bye to him at the door.
“I am,” I answered, my mouth going as dry as cotton.
“All right, remember, just say what’s on your heart. They’re your parents first and foremost—they’ll understand where their own son is coming from.”
“I
hope so.”
“I know so.” His positivity was welcome, especially when I felt like I was heading toward a massive iceberg. We kissed goodbye and he left, leaving the room in silence.
If I waited any longer, I knew I’d just keep putting it off. I grabbed a shirt and tugged it on. I walked out to the balcony, my pulse pounding. I knew that this was it—this was the moment. I couldn’t wait any longer, especially not with that photo still floating around. It could hit at any moment, and there would be no denying it further. I had to come out to my parents.
The FaceTime call had trouble connecting, but once my mom’s face popped up on the screen, it was clear and smooth. Rays of sunlight made her silky black hair shine, like some kind of filter had been applied to the video.
“¡Hola, mi hijo! ¡Feliz navidades!”
“Hey, mamá. Merry Christmas. Is Dad around?”
“Your father? He is, he is.” She walked over to where my father sat at on the ancient couch we had inside the solarium. He sat up and made room for my mom, both their faces filling the screen now. “Everything okay?” my mom asked. Creases appeared around her eyes, revealing the worry she would otherwise have been successful concealing.
“Yes, everything’s fine.”
“Oh, look who else is here!”
I winced. This was the last thing I needed. Was my mom about to push me onto some other rich girl she found wandering through the rose garden? I couldn’t come out if there was an audience. I wanted to talk to my mom and dad alone. Suddenly, the nerves that had nested in my chest prior to the call took full flight, flapping around and rattling my ribs like the bars of a cage. I could feel beads of sweat start rolling down my side, and I usually never sweat.
Before I could freak out any further, my mom flipped the camera and showed who had trotted into the room, a big grin on his golden face, tail wagging like a fan behind him.