Home for the Holidays: Mr Frosty Pants, Mr Naughty List

by Leta Blake

  “Bedroom,” he ordered. “Now.”

  Dazed, Mr. Danvers seemed to have a hard time getting to his feet. His eyes were far away in the haze of lust, but he let RJ pull him up, unsteady and naked, a vulnerable sweetness in his whole body, so on display and so aroused. His ass jiggled as he moved ahead of RJ down the hallway that must lead to his room.

  Constance streaked past them again, scampering around before bouncing off the sofa and then under the chair she’d been sitting on when they first came in. Mr. Danvers ignored her, so RJ did too, following him with his eyes trained on that ass which had given him so much trouble in high school.

  It was every bit as luscious naked as he’d imagined. His balls tightened, and he was glad he’d pulled his jeans back up. If he touched himself right now, he’d shoot all over that sexiness. When he really wanted to shoot inside it.

  The bedroom was sparsely decorated with a comfortable looking bed and a chest of drawers. Nothing more. The bedroom window curtains opened to let in the glow of a neighbor’s outdoor colored Christmas lights. Mr. Danvers hastily flipped on the standing light next to the bed and drew the curtains closed with a fast twitch.

  And then he was digging in the top drawer of the chest against the wall, rattling the few framed photographs atop it, as he finally yanked out a tube of lube and a half-used strip of condoms.

  It made RJ’s stomach flip to imagine that Mr. Danvers might bring other men—other hookups—here. Sweat gathered at the base of his back, a feeling of nausea washing over and through him. Like Mr. Danvers was his, and the men he brought up here to fuck were betraying something that’d never existed between them.

  Mr. Danvers turned to him with the supplies in hand and stared up at RJ wide-eyed. RJ gazed down at him, wonder, lust, and sweet, crazy disbelief rattling in him. He realized he was shaking only when he reached out to take the lube and condoms to toss them on the neatly made bed.

  “I’m about to come in my pants just looking at you.”

  Two bright spots appeared on Mr. Danvers’s dimpled cheeks just like when RJ had stared overlong at him back in English class. He drew close enough to feel Mr. Danvers’s breath gusting gently, and then chucked his chin up. He rubbed his lips against Mr. Danvers’s, refusing to turn it into a kiss, even as Mr. Danvers swayed up, trying to lock onto him.

  “Beg,” RJ whispered, brushing his lips over the soft plumpness of Mr. Danvers’s mouth. “Beg me to bend you over this bed and smack your ass. Beg me to fuck you.”

  “Ah, damn,” Mr. Danvers whispered, his eyes squeezing closed. RJ could feel him trembling, his hard cock brushing against the front of RJ’s jeans. He opened his eyes and stared at RJ’s collarbones exposed by his V-neck tee. “Please,” he gasped. “Just please. Anything.”

  “Mm-hmm,” RJ murmured, ducking his head to nuzzle the side of Mr. Danvers’s face, breathing in the scent of his peppery cologne. “Be. More. Specific.”

  “Spank me.”

  “I can do that for you, baby. You want me to do that?”

  Mr. Danvers shivered and grabbed hold of RJ’s biceps like his knees had gone weak. “RJ…”

  “Let me just…” He breathed him in again and then trailed his lips over the rough, golden shadow growing in on Mr. Danvers’s cheek.

  Mr. Danvers breathed harshly through his mouth, his fingers gripping RJ’s biceps hard. When RJ kissed him, his mouth opened like a soft, wet, bloom, and he claimed it, driving his tongue in until Mr. Danvers moaned and collapsed against RJ’s chest, kissing him back greedily.

  Breaking the intensity, RJ kissed Mr. Danvers’s ear, then spun him around, tugging that sweet ass back against his thighs, wishing his pants were off and he could feel Mr. Danvers’s soft skin against his cock. Instead, he gripped his hips and pushed him forward. “Bend over. Hands on the bed.”

  Mr. Danvers whimpered, nearly collapsing, but holding himself up so that RJ had a great view of his ass. The soft, light dusting of hair over his ass cheeks, the thicker hair on his thighs, and the tremble in his haunches that reminded RJ so vividly of when he’d written on the whiteboard at school, his butt shaking with the effort.

  “Mr. Danvers,” RJ said, but then no more words came. He put his hands on that ass, cupping it, sensing the heat from his skin and the tremble in his muscle. He wanted to spread the cheeks, get a look at his asshole, but he held off. He savored the heaving breaths Mr. Danvers took, his ribs expanding and falling enticingly, his hands knotting into the comforter.

  “Mr. Danvers, I’m going to spank you now. You want that?”

  Mr. Danvers froze slightly and then said, “Anything. You can do anything you want.”

  “Beg me to do it.”

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please spank me.” Mr. Danvers’s voice cracked, like he was shocked by his own words. But RJ took it for the permission it was, and he let his hand fall hard on Mr. Danvers’s right butt cheek, grunting as the flesh wobbled and Mr. Danvers let out a bitten-off cry.

  “Let it out. I want to hear.” Mr. Danvers cried out again when RJ slapped his left cheek. “Used to imagine you over your desk just like this. Your grade book shoved off on the floor, and me spanking you while you shouted the school down. Spanking you until your ass was bright red and you were begging to be fucked.”

  “Oh fuck,” Mr. Danvers whispered. He buried his face in the sheets and lifted his ass up higher, inviting RJ with his body.

  RJ pulled back and smacked his left butt cheek again, watching his handprint flare on the pale flesh, and hissing in pleasure when Mr. Danvers humped air with his hard cock, driving forward and back, seeking something more.

  “Yes,” Mr. Danvers groaned.

  RJ hesitated. Part of him wanted to go easy on Mr. Danvers, he didn’t seem like the kind of man to get spanked very often, but another part of him wondered if he’d ever have this shot again. He was pretty certain they’d agreed on a one-night thing. No strings. No repeats. He didn’t want to waste it.

  But, fuck, he already wanted a repeat. Ten repeats even. Just to hear Mr. Danvers make that sound when RJ’s hand connected with his flesh, just to know he was going to get to put his cock inside that beautiful body, and that he was going to make that beautiful man come. He stood back, still dressed and desperately hard, staring at Mr. Danvers, and he already wanted so much more than ten repeats.

  He was screwed.

  He was also in too deep to even consider stopping. He squeezed his cock, unzipped his jeans, and tugged himself out to stroke while ogling Mr. Danvers’s hot ass.

  “Please,” Mr. Danvers whimpered, looking back over his shoulder. “Do it. Spank me like you—” He licked his lips, eyes glazed. “Like you always wanted.”

  RJ released his shaft before letting fly with his hand, smacking Mr. Danvers left and then right, and then left and right again. Mr. Danvers jumped around the bed, biting off his cries still, but shoving his ass back for more every time RJ paused to shake out his hand. He stared in awe as Mr. Danvers arched his back, taking every smack like a greedy whore.

  Mr. Danvers groaned and cried out, “Please! I…I need! Just fuck me!”

  The words shot to RJ’s balls. He had to grip himself hard, breathing through his nose in slow, even inhales and exhales before he could trust himself to shove his pants down to his knees, rip off one of the condoms from the strip, and roll it on.

  Lube was messy, and one squirt was enough to cover his sheathed cock with plenty to spare for Mr. Danvers’s asshole. He slicked the tight muscle up good, tempted to push his fingers in to prepare Mr. Danvers a little, but also too desperate to get his dick inside that sweet hole before he shot and ruined the night entirely.

  Breathing heavily, he stepped up to the side of the bed, gripped Mr. Danvers by the hips, and grunted, “Ready?”

  “God, yes.” Mr. Danvers shoved back, drawing RJ’s gaze from the side of his flushed face down to his narrow waist and then to his red, handprinted ass. RJ’s handprints, like claims o
f ownership on that sweet butt he’d wanted for so fucking long. And it was about to happen. Right now.

  Right fucking now.

  RJ bit his lower lip hard, holding back with all he had as he pressed his cockhead against the small entrance to Mr. Danvers’s body. He pushed and gasped as Mr. Danvers shoved back and bore down.

  He was finally taken in—so tight, and so practiced. Heat enveloped him as Mr. Danvers’s ass opened for him, his lower body swiveling in a gorgeous, wanton dance. A grunting moan fell from RJ’s mouth and he sank in to his balls.

  “Fuck,” RJ whispered, gripping Mr. Danvers’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, trying not to blow immediately. “Mr. Danvers, fuck.”

  Mr. Danvers chuckled softly, convulsing around RJ with each burst of breath. “You’re one to talk,” he finally got out around his moans and soft laughter. “You’re huge.”

  “Surely you can use more a descriptive word, Mr. Danvers,” RJ gritted out. “You’re a composition teacher. ‘Huge’? C’mon. Dazzle me.” He rubbed Mr. Danvers’s hot haunches; his handprints were edged in white around the red. “Or I’ll have to spank you while I fuck your ass.”

  “Enormous. Colossal. Mammoth. Gargantuan.”

  RJ laughed now. “You make me sound like an animal.”

  “You make me feel like one,” Mr. Danvers said, squeezing his asshole around RJ and then releasing. He rocked back, fucking himself slowly on RJ’s dick, and then he broke, his hips speeding up, moving recklessly. Tossing his head back, he reached down to jack himself.

  “Fuck. Always knew you’d take my cock like a champ,” RJ gritted out. “Used to watch you in class and imagine this. Knew you’d be hot. Knew you’d want it.”

  All of that was true, and RJ was about to go off at any second because of it. But he hadn’t known about Mr. Danvers’s sounds. The delicious, urgent noises that puffed out of him with each aroused breath. He groaned, wanting to see Mr. Danvers’s face when he came.

  He pulled out, and Mr. Danvers cried out in surprise, reaching back with a greedy hand to grip his thigh and try to pull him forward.

  “Turn over.”

  Mr. Danvers didn’t hesitate, flipping onto his back, his stomach exposed like a sweet thing to be protected and his hard cock leaking pre-come against it. “Yes. Take me like this,” he said, pulling his legs up to expose his hole for RJ’s dick. “Fuck me now. Hard. Like you mean it.”

  RJ didn’t hesitate. He thrust in fast and pounded Mr. Danvers, nearly bending him in half with his urgency.

  Mr. Danvers’s eyes went wide and vulnerable with lust as RJ continued to fuck him with long, regular strokes. His noises escalated, loud and reckless, like RJ was ripping pleasure from him in strips and giving it to him in punches.

  Mr. Danvers scrambled at RJ’s shoulders, his fingernails scraping skin as he fell apart. His eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and his heels kicked against RJ’s ass in seizure-like spasms.

  “That’s it, Mr. Danvers,” RJ crooned, sensing the coming explosion. “Come on my dick.”

  Mr. Danvers groaned and shivered all over, his stomach jumping as he twitched and strained. RJ didn’t stop pumping, his hips slamming against Mr. Danvers’s hot ass cheeks again and again.

  “Yes,” he whispered when Mr. Danvers’s legs hitched even farther up, and his asshole clenched rhythmically around RJ’s dick again. “Give me everything. I want to see you, baby.”

  Mr. Danvers quivered and shook, his body wracked in the throes of some delicious bottom boy ecstasy that RJ could only imagine. He yelled, tendons standing out on his throat, and his face going as red as his ass as he gripped RJ’s shoulders with sharp nails and orgasmed. Come shot from his cock, spattering over his stomach, his neck, and hitting RJ’s arm and chin.

  “Oh God!” Mr. Danvers cried, his body shaking and jerking as he took RJ’s still slamming cock. He jerked and came more, what seemed like a full-body orgasm wracking him. He shot another small load as RJ gripped his hips and shoved into him as hard and fast as he could.

  When he reached it, RJ’s climax was New Year’s Eve fireworks bright and Christmas morning perfect. He thrust deep into Mr. Danvers’s sweet, flailing body and yelled his pleasure. He kept his eyes open, staring into Mr. Danvers’s hot gaze, grunting with each long, nearly painful burst of pleasure.

  Collapsing onto Mr. Danvers, breathing in his sweat and the scent of jizz and whatever laundry detergent he used on his sheets, RJ’s head spun. No gift in the history of man had ever been as good as what Mr. Danvers had given him tonight. Forget frankincense and myrrh. Forget Santa Claus. A truly perfect Christmas gift was Mr. Aaron Danvers offering up his jiggly, red-hot ass for mutual screaming orgasms.

  “Thank you,” he breathed in Mr. Danvers’s ear as they crash landed from their pleasure high.

  Mr. Danvers laughed, but he sounded shocked too. “No, thank you. That was…” He stopped. “That…”

  RJ kissed his cheek. “I fucked all descriptors out of you. Wow.”

  “You and that ginormous, titanic, immense dick of yours.”

  “Oh no, I left some behind.” RJ rose up, pulled his dick free, and took off the used condom. He spotted the trashcan by the chest of drawers and tossed it in, making the goal. “I guess I’ll have to try again. If that’s all right by you.”

  “That’s fine with me.” Though Mr. Danvers’s voice shook with the words.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes.” Mr. Danvers stroked a hand over RJ’s cheek, drew his fingers down to the slight dimple in RJ’s chin, and said, “You fuck like a dream. Merry Christmas to me, right?”

  “No, Mr. Danvers. Merry Christmas to me.”

  Chapter Six

  “What the fuck?”

  Aaron reached out to slam his hand down on the alarm clock, shutting off the horrific bleating noise. He scrambled out of bed. If the bedside alarm was going off already, then he’d left his phone in the other room, and now he was late, late, late.

  Fuck.

  A yawn from the bed next to him, plus long arms and legs stretching widely, jolted him even more thoroughly from his deep sleep. Fuck, he’d let RJ stay over. After such incredibly intense sex, he’d been unable to resist the lure of curling up next to RJ’s long, strong body, and resting together. He hadn’t meant for them to fall asleep.

  He scrubbed at his face and eyed RJ’s prone form. RJ was awake, though just barely, peering up at Aaron through slitted eyes that were so clearly eager to close again, obviously on the very edge of going back to sleep.

  Aaron’s stomach tumbled anxiously. Letting a hookup stay wasn’t his usual MO. Especially on a school night, but RJ had fucked him senseless. Not once. Not twice. Not four times. Not even five.

  Six times.

  Fuck.

  Aaron had nearly cried in sheer, wrung-out pleasure the last time. He’d keened out weird, hitching, begging sobs he didn’t understand. But RJ had held him through it, kissed his cheeks, and told him that he’d never fucked a sexier man. The final orgasm had actually hurt. But when it was over, Aaron had still whimpered for more.

  Jesus.

  He’d never had a night like that. Ever. He ached all over. His balls, his cock, his hips, his butt—which might even be bruised from the spanking—and his asshole all felt tender and well-used. A temptation to call out sick from work came over him. He almost never did that. It wasn’t fair to his students to stick them with a substitute who couldn’t advance their learning just because he’d gotten his freak on the prior night.

  Still, he was exhausted, raw, and so very tired. He’d just decided to do it, to hell with the kids, when he remembered he’d promised Carter Ward some one-on-one time today. The kid had been a wreck lately, and he’d asked Aaron with a tremble in his voice to please talk with him. There was no way Aaron could let him down on that. Not when a middle-school boy had been brave enough to ask.

  He glanced toward RJ again. His eyes were open now, regarding Aaron with curiosity, obviously waiting to see what would h
appen next.

  Oh God. What had he done?

  A groan tore from him as he climbed from bed. Fuck, he really was sore.

  “You okay?” RJ asked, sitting up fully, his cropped hair somehow messy-looking despite being so short. “Did I hurt you last night?”

  “I’m fine.” Aaron said, glancing at the clock. “I’m just really fucking late for work.”

  “But the alarm just went off?”

  “That’s my final warning alarm. It goes off when I’m supposed to be leaving. I have two more on my phone, but I guess it’s still in the living room.”

  “Shit.”

  Aaron opened the bedroom door, and sure enough the tinkling chimes of his alarm on his phone came from the living room. He hustled in to grab the damn phone, turned the alarms off, and checked Constance’s water and food bowls before walking down the hall to the bathroom. Every step was a reminder of what had happened last night. Of how much he’d needed it. And how fucking good it had been.

  RJ stood by the bed, naked as a jaybird and gorgeous as an Adonis. Every sinew and muscle was visible in his body. His shoulders, his arms, his thighs, the six pack at his stomach. Damn. He was hot. A sort of wild fear gripped Aaron. It filled his whole body, making him want to either throw himself onto the bed and submit to RJ’s cock again, or kick him out right fucking now. No in-between.

  Aaron shook his head, trying to clear it of the lustful thoughts that were creeping in already. It wasn’t right, fucking a former student like that, or rather being fucked by one. Still, there was no denying it had been the best sex of his life. Hands down. No comparison. He couldn’t regret it. Not even a little.

  But it was time for it to be over now.

  RJ strolled down the hall toward him, obviously planning to follow him into the bathroom.

  “I think you should go,” Aaron said, trying to keep his voice calm, to not let the morning-after, how’s-this-gonna-end-now? panic leak through. But his voice still trembled, and he hoped RJ thought it was just usual morning frogginess, and not indicative of the weird, unnerved feeling in his stomach that he couldn’t put a name on.