by Max Walker
I kissed him again, the memory warming my heart. Under the covers, we both were rubbing each other, softly, lazily. I had my hand around Nick, and Nick had his hand around me, his thumb crossing over my slit and sending mini shock waves exploding down my spine.
“Happy one-year anniversary,” I said playfully as I leaned up, opening my legs a little wider under the covers as Nick’s stroking became more vigorous. He rubbed our two tips together, making my eyes roll and my lips part.
“Happy anniversary, baby.” Nick, the mischievous horny prince that he was, went under the covers, disappearing as his kisses started to brush against my skin, trailing downward, over my stomach, down to the base of my hard length. It looked like I had been trying to smuggle the Eiffel Tower under Nick’s white bedsheets. There was a small wet spot growing from where I leaked as Nick’s tongue massaged my balls.
I threw the bedsheets off me, having to watch as Nick popped one of my balls into his mouth. He smiled at me from between my legs as he sucked, rolling my nut gently between his lips, flicking his tongue across my skin.
I stretched my legs out and curled my toes. Nick’s room was on the fourth floor and the bed was pushed away from the window, so even though I could see out, I knew that no one could see in.
“I’ve missed you,” Nick said, his breath tickling my inner thighs. He moved to my other nut, sucking and playing with it.
“I missed you, too, Nick.” I dropped my head on the fluffy pillow, already wishing I didn’t have to leave. I had flown in three days ago and was only supposed to say for another three, but I was seriously considering extending my trip. Maybe I could stay until next Christmas?
Nick’s tongue traced up my shaft, his warm breath sending shivers through me. He popped me into his mouth and looked up at me, wearing a grin as he swallowed my cock, going all the way down to my balls in one go. I moaned, biting on a knuckle before I got too loud. I never knew when someone was walking just outside the door, and with Nick between my legs, I had a tendency of getting loud enough to be heard even through a closed door.
His head bobbed up and down as he worked me. I loved how hungry he looked. How he seemed to love sucking me off as much as I loved it. It drove me absolutely crazy with desire, frying all my circuits with a blazing hot heat.
And then Nick did something else that sent me completely over the edge. He stopped sucking on me and went back to licking, tracing his tongue down my shaft, over my balls. There, he lifted my sac, and his tongue went back to work, making stars shoot across my vision. I writhed on the bed as Nick’s tongue flicked over the sensitive bridge of flesh and down toward my pulsing hole. My balls were resting on his face as he flicked his tongue up and down. I returned the knuckle back between my teeth as another loud and uncontrollable moan threatened to escape me
When he came up for breath, I took that moment to truly admire him. His strong shoulders, sinewy with muscles that broadened his shape, twitched as he held himself up, his lips shiny and wet. He was on the bed and kneeling between my legs, so I could see his hard dick swinging between his thighs, his heavy balls looking like they needed to be emptied.
And I knew exactly how I could make them blow.
“Come here,” I said, moving down on the bed so that our cocks were pushed back together again and my feet dangled off the edge. I grabbed Nick and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. It was an intoxicating mix that only made me more drunk off our love.
“I want to fuck you.” The words came out of me in a growl. Before Nick and I got together, I had considered myself a vers, enjoying both giving and receiving. But since Nick, I found that all I really loved to do was top him. The way his body fit around mine made me transcend every single time we made love. I couldn’t get enough of his perfect, bubbly ass. Of being inside it. I reached around him and squeezed, emphasizing my words.
Nick didn’t waste any more time. He rolled off me and went to the nightstand, the one away from the window. He opened the top drawer and pulled out the small black bottle of lube. I admired him as he pumped some onto his open hand, my gaze drawn down to his hard cock, the sexy tuft of dark hair sitting above his thick base like a crown.
“Finger yourself, Nick.”
He licked his lips, smirking as he reached behind himself.
“But turn around. I want to see.”
Nick listened to me, turning so that he faced the mirror sitting on the dresser, leaning slightly forward. We made eye contact in the reflection. His eyebrows shot up as he slipped a finger inside himself. He used his other hand to spread his ass, giving me a better view of the way his finger disappeared up to the second knuckle.
“Fuuuuck,” I let out on a breath. I moved so that I sat off the edge of the bed, facing Nick. My cock throbbed as Nick’s finger went in even deeper, pushing up against his knuckle. Nick let out a small gasp. I could tell he was swirling his finger, massaging his prostate. I started to jerk off, watching Nick push in another finger, this one slipping in just as deep as the first. Nick’s hole stretched around him. He groaned, dropping his head as he found his spot, his hand letting go of his cheek and instead holding the dresser in front of him.
He started to go faster. I mimicked his pace. Morning sunlight splashed over his back, highlighting the rippling muscles that danced as he moved. His full balls swung underneath him. I jerked off faster, the sound of his wet and hungry ass sending me to the fucking moon.
“I have to have you.” I stood from the bed, unable to hold back anymore. The only thing I wanted in this world was to sink into Nick, that was it.
He pulled his fingers out with a moan. He held his cheeks open for me as I reached around him and grabbed the lube from the dresser. I managed not to drop the slippery bottle as I pumped some onto my hard cock. I set it back down and returned my hand to my shaft, spreading the lube, my knees trembling at the added silkiness.
“Do it, baby. Fuck me.” Nick rubbed his ass back, emphasizing his words.
I held the base of my cock and pressed it against his hole. He took in a sharp breath as I pushed in, his body not offering any resistance. His intense heat enveloped me. I sank in farther, overwhelmed with pleasure, relishing every single inch of sensation. Nick had both hands on the dresser. In the mirror, I watched as his face broke with ecstasy, my cock sinking all the way into him.
I rubbed his back, holding his hips. I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, our bodies turned one.
“God, I fucking love you,” I said, kissing him, slowly moving my hips back.
“I love you, too, Shy. So much.” Nick looked into the mirror, a wicked grin on his face. “Now fuck me harder.”
Nicholas Silva
Having Shy inside me felt like heaven. It had to be what heaven felt like. His cock was the perfect size, thick enough to stretch me and long enough to hit every spot I needed. He knew exactly how to move his hips, too. Rocking into me slowly at first before he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of my needy hole. My fingers turned pale as I grabbed the edges of the ancient dresser, trying hard not to shout out in pure bliss as Shy started to fuck me with abandon.
His balls slapped against me, his cock pummeling me. I wanted to cry out but swallowed it at the last moment, shutting my eyes and biting on my bottom lip instead. My cock bounced with the force of Shy rocking into me.
“Oh fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” His words were low and gravelly. I loved when he took control like this. When his fingers dug into the sides of my hips, pushing me down on him. I tightened around him, pulling him in deeper. Shy moaned, loud enough to be heard if someone were to walk by.
At that point, I was so dick drunk, I didn’t really care. I continued to squeeze as Shy continued to fuck me, his cock filling me.
The mirror started to wobble. I knew it was time to move to the bed. I put a hand behind me, on his hip, slowing his thrusts. With a moan from the both of us, Shy pulled out of me. I immediately felt empty.
“Sit down,” I said,
pointing at the bed. Shiro walked over and sat, watching me with his beautiful brown eyes, lit up like a crystal glass of whiskey set on fire. He looked stunning. Literally fucking stunning. His cock was hard and slick, shining in the sunlight, throbbing in his grip. His chest was flushed, muscular and hard, his nipples perked. And those abs of his, coñoooo. I could stare at them all day and not get bored.
But it was his cock I focused on. I walked over to him, reaching the bedside, stopping when our toes touched. I smiled down at him and started stroking him, spreading the lube around. Then I climbed onto the bed, squatting onto him, the tip of his cock pushing against my hole as I lowered myself.
Both our mouths drew into the shape of an O. I sat down, taking him in all the way. The pressure of having him inside me was addictive.
Shy fell back onto the bed. I started to ride him, up and down, placing both my hands on his chest. We started to sound like wild animals, our sounds being pushed out with the force of Shy fucking into me. I grabbed my dick, stopping it from bouncing, and started to jerk, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Shiro’s love-drunk gaze told me he was getting close, too.
“Fuck, baby, keep riding me like that,” he said, the pleasure dripping off his tone.
“I’m getting close,” I warned, the pressure building inside my balls.
“Do it, Nick. I want you to shoot all over me.”
I rode him slow and deep, relishing in every inch of him sinking into me, pushing against my swollen prostate. It was all I needed. My head tilted back, and my orgasm slammed through me. I shot my load, my balls emptying all over Shy, ropes of come shooting across his chest, thick and white, some dripping off his chin. I looked down, my body twitching, and I watched as Shy reached his peak with me. He bucked into me and held himself there as he came, filling me up with his come.
In a heap, I collapsed onto him, not caring that I got sticky and wet with him. We kissed through our smiles, pecks at first, evolving into something more. He was still inside me, his dick growing soft before falling out. I stayed on top of him, looking down into dreamy eyes, a pair of eyes that I had fallen in love with from the moment I saw him standing in his banana briefs. Even back then, deep, deep down, I knew I had fallen for him. It was love at first sight, except I was too scared to even think about it.
Not now, though. I could see that what I felt was real and there was no reason to be scared anymore.
“Come on,” I said, kissing him again. “Let’s get cleaned up. We’ve got breakfast to go to.”
“Breakfast? But I already ate,” Shy said, giving my ass a playful slap as I got up from the bed, come smeared across my chest and stomach.
“Well, make room for some more sausage and eggs.” I grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and threw one to Shiro, who wiped himself off and met me inside the bathroom, still wearing that drunken smile. I couldn’t help but kiss him again. Distance had sucked, but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t overcome. It just meant I had to cherish every moment we spent together that much more. And that meant showering Shy in as many kisses as I could manage.
Although, with the Christmas gift I planned on giving Shiro, I hoped the distance would become even less of an issue.
We hopped in the shower and washed each other off. After we avoided getting distracted once again, we went to change into our clothes.
“Wait, hold on,” Shiro said before I took off my towel and pulled on my briefs. “I’ve got a Christmas gift for you. Nothing major, but, well I couldn’t help it.”
He went over to his suitcase and unzipped it. He pulled out a wrapped box, the silver wrapping paper crinkling as he brought it over to me. I smiled and gave him a kiss as thanks.
“You really didn’t have to.” I knew how difficult it could be trying to find a gift for someone who had almost everything he could ask for, so I appreciated even just the thought. But when I opened the black box underneath the wrapping, I appreciated the gift even more.
“Like them?” Shy asked as I pulled the jockstraps out of the box, smiling wide.
“I love them,” I said, checking out the pair of underwear. The box had brought two, one for Shy and one for me. They were both silky and black, with cartoon bananas printed across the thick white waistband.
“Now you can be banana boy, too.” Shy kissed me as I thanked him again, absolutely loving my gift. I handed him his pair with another kiss. I couldn’t stop.
“Let’s start a tradition,” I said, checking us out with our new jockstraps. Shy filled his out in a way that had my mouth watering. “Let’s wear these every Christmas.”
“Deal.” Shy gave a playful grab at my growing bulge. “Now let’s keep getting dressed so we don’t miss breakfast.”
“Hold on, hold on.” It was my turn. I went over to my closet and opened it, reaching up to the top shelf, above the rack of coats. I grabbed the small rectangular box and walked back to Shy’s side. “I was going to wait, but screw it—it already feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life.” I handed over the box, wrapped in a royal blue wrapping with a red velvet bow tied around the center and across its length. “Open it.”
He looked at me, eyes glittering, and he opened the gift, taking more care than I had with the ribbon and wrapping. He reached the long black box underneath it all. Behind him, on the windowsill, I could see a small accumulation of the snow that had fallen the night before. We didn’t get it every holiday season, but it seemed like this year Spain had been especially cold, and the night before we had been given the gift of waking up to a white Christmas.
“Nick…” He opened the box and let out a surprised sound. “Nick!”
It was a key, golden and curved and heavy, its handle inscribed with delicate flowerlike filigree.
“It’s the key to the palace,” I said. “I want you to move here. I want you to spend as much time as you can here, and then for the months you have to go back to the US, then I’ll travel back with you. I’ve spoken to my parents about it, and they think it’s a great idea. You know how much my mom loves you, and my dad’s excited to get to know you more, too.”
We had already discussed some kind of arrangement where we saw each other for more than five days at a time, and this felt like the absolute best way to remedy that.
Judging by the look on Shy’s face, he thought the same thing. “I’ll have to figure out my job…”
“I’ve thought about that, too. I think you can pick up cases here. You’re basically fluent in Spanish already, and you’re damn good at your job. I think Spain could use you, especially the LGBTQ community. I’ve gotten so many emails, so many letters—you’ve read a few of them. There’s so much pain out there, but there’s also a lot of hope. I think you can give people that hope. We can get a working visa sorted and make your home base here, at the palace. I’d love to open up a section for LGBTQ activism, maybe have your agency also stationed here.”
“My own agency… Jesus, Nick. That all sounds…that all sounds absolutely incredible.” He almost seemed brought to tears. He set the box down on the dresser and wrapped me up into a tight hug. “I’m speechless,” he said into my neck. “Really.”
When he took a step back, I could tell he had been crying, his eyes shining.
“So you’ll move in?”
“Yes, abso-fucking-lutely,” he said with a laugh, wiping at his eyes.
“Good.” And, oncccee again, I had to kiss him. “Merry Christmas, mi amor.”
“Merry Christmas, my prince.”
We finished getting ready, both of us glowing as we hopped around the bedroom, as if there were a song playing even though it was silent.
Shy looked especially handsome in a green-and-blue cardigan my mom had given him as a gift, designed by Marques Molano, one of her absolute favorite designers. It fit him well, hugging his muscles and making his light brown eyes pop. His hair was gelled with a dry matte paste so that it rose up in the front while cut short on the sides. He looked like a holi
day snack, and all I wanted to do was eat him up.
I checked myself out in the mirror next to him, finding us to be an attractive couple if I really allowed myself to gloat. I stood a few inches taller than him and seemed to complement him in every way, even in the red-and-white-striped cardigan I had thrown on. My hair had been cut short all around, although I let my beard grow in a little more than Shy’s bare face. I looped a hand around his waist and smiled at the picture of us.
On Shy’s wrist was a glittering golden bracelet—a gift from my father. It had been his father’s, and he had given it to Shy after he’d spent two weeks with us, the two of them having formed a deep bond. I was proud of my father, who stood strong and supported me, even when the church was clawing at his back, throwing baseless threats at us. It had turned pretty nasty, but my father never turned his back on me or Shy. He accepted him into the family and was quickly becoming a very loud voice in support of the LGBTQ movement, especially in Spain where public perception was shifting at an incredible rate and in the right direction.
“Maybe we can wear this for the People magazine interview?” Shy said, cocking his head to the side as he considered it.
“I like it, but the wardrobe people will probably have something for us.”
“Right, duh. Still have to get used to this.”
“You’re doing great,” I said, grabbing his hand. And he really was doing great. When we went public through an interview with Oprah, we knew that our relationship would explode into every headline within hours. And, sure enough, we were the trending topic for months. It had been around seven months since the interview, and I still woke up to random days where our names were trending simply because we were photographed out in public together, smiling and laughing about some silly joke. That had never happened to me before. My name never used to trend for this long, and it never trended globally, that’s for sure. I was used to the public eye, but I had to admit, I wasn’t used to the intensity of the attention that came after I went public with my relationship and sexuality. Things went from zero to three hundred in seconds flat. I worried about Shy, especially in the earlier days when his Instagram account blew up from four hundred followers to one million followers in a matter of days. Suddenly, people were either lifting him up or tearing him apart, and the noise was coming from all different directions. It was enough to drive anyone crazy if they allowed it, if they sat and read through each and every comment, each and every retweet. He had been open about his worries with me, and thankfully, his head never got too big, nor did he ever dive into the dark depths of the comment sections on any of the articles covering us. He stayed himself through it all, a positive and bright and intelligent soul. He stayed as the man I had fallen so deeply in love with.