The Moore the Merrier

by Alex Miska

  “Relax,” Greg said. “You know the dance. It’ll be great. They’re going to love it.”

  “Dani really enjoys this?” Julian asked. Even Julian was hesitant about their plan, which only added to Logan’s anxiety.

  “Maybe I should do my thing separately. Like tomorrow morning.”

  “In front of everyone and the kids? Do you want to put that kind of pressure on him?” Julian asked. It was true that, this way, Chance could let him down gently and they could all pretend it was a joke.

  “Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”

  Logan and his brothers grabbed their packages and their gift boxes, got everything in place, and stepped into the living room. Greg hit play on his phone and Dani shouted, “I knew it! Greg, I can’t believe you roped your brothers into this! It’s a ten year old song! The joke was old the first time you did this!”

  Logan hesitated, but Greg just grinned and didn’t falter, and the twinkle in Chance’s eyes told Logan that maybe his brother was on to something. Dani continued to laugh and make fun of her husband as the Moore brothers did the silly, choreographed routine the stripper had helped them put together, to the tune of ‘Dick in a Box.’

  When the music ended, Greg stepped in front of Dani.

  “No,” she said.

  “Oh come on, you know you want to look inside,” he said.

  “I’ve seen it before,” she said. “I’m very fond of it, but I really don’t need to look.”

  “She does this every year,” Greg told his brothers. “Just look inside. I promise you’ll like what you find.”

  “He says that every year, too,” she told her friends, who were laughing.

  “How could you have gone six years without telling me this?” Chance asked his best friend.

  “Because it’s weird and silly and private,” she said, blushing. Logan wondered what else usually followed Greg’s little dance.

  “Tonight’s different,” Greg promised. “Just look inside.”

  She opened the box and gasped as she reached inside.

  “I thought you said you’ve seen it before,” Xander teased. Dani rolled her eyes and made a point of groping her husband before pulling out a small jewelry box. Inside was a beautiful ruby pendant that she showed everyone, who oooed and ahhed.

  Then Julian stepped forward and winked at Xander. “Iceman, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen this before, too. But look inside anyway.”

  “I’ll always look inside, Brat,” he said and Logan tried to think of a way that was a double entendre, but the man was reaching inside a box to grab his fiancé’s dick, so that was entendre enough. Xander dutifully groped Julian (well, a little more than dutifully if Julian’s gasp was any indication) and pulled out a small jewelry box of his own. Opening it revealed two platinum-and-emerald cufflinks. Julian had asked Xander’s goldsmith to design something that would match their engagement rings. Xander showed it to everyone and, blinking back sweet tears, kissed Julian soundly before adding cheekily, “I’d reach back inside the box and thank you more, but I think we should wait until we get home.”

  When Logan stepped in front of Chance, his hands were shaking. “Don’t be nervous,” his boyfriend told him. “I’ve seen it before too.”

  He opened the box, lovingly stroked Logan in that magic way he had and Logan nearly forgot where they were and what he was about to do, before Chance pulled out his own small box. Logan and his brothers had made a point of finding identically-sized boxes, so Chance wasn’t shocked until he opened it and Logan got down on one knee in front of him.

  “Chance, every single day, I wake up and am amazed that I actually have you lying next to me. Your love is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me and I work every day to show you how much I love you too.”

  Chance reached out and cupped Logan’s cheek, “Sweets, I…”

  “Shhh. I’ll lose my place, and you took away my notecards the last time I made a big speech,” Logan admonished.

  “Sorry,” Chance said sheepishly and motioned as though zipping his lips. Of course, Logan had lost his place and in that silent moment he could see Julian preparing to feed him his next line, so he rushed to continue.

  “A relationship with you is like a soufflé: a luxurious indulgence only undertaken by the brave and the foolish.” Dammit. This was the part Logan had cut. But he had already started, so he forged ahead despite Dani’s inelegant snort. “You can be a temperamental pain in the ass. It takes a certain amount of care and knowledge and patience to get things right, but when we do… it can be sexy as fuck.”

  “And you thought I was the wordsmith of the family,” Julian muttered to his fiancé.

  “Quiet, you,” Xander told him. Logan shot his brother a dirty look, but he was right. Why was it that every dramatic, romantic speech he gave Chance included a series of mild insults?

  “What I mean to say is, you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. You’re kind and loving and smart and silly and incredibly, sexily geeky. I understand how hard it has been for you to let go and trust, and I’m so grateful that you finally did. Every day with you is a blessing. I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together, grow old together, embarrass the hell out of your brothers together, maybe even-”

  “Yes!” Chance half-shouted. Logan smiled at his soufflé, who looked at him with such warmth and happiness that his heart threatened to swell right out of his chest.

  “Chester Horatio Blevins, will you do me the honor of marrying me and changing that name to something that won’t drive you insane?” Logan asked. That wasn’t exactly the way his speech should have ended, but Chance’s reaction had made him dizzy with relief and overwhelming joy.

  “Yes, Logan! Yes, yes, yes! To everything and more!” Chance exclaimed and kissed Logan soundly. Logan stood up with his new fiancé in his arms and swung him around. The giant gift box Logan had been clutching this entire time dropped from between them and everyone’s awwws turned to giggles. “We’ll be right back. We have something to take care of.”

  Chance dragged Logan out of the room and Dani called after them, “We’re going home now! Congratulations!”

  Logan pulled his new fiancé close to nibble on his ear. He had stashed lube in several rooms, just in case Chance said ‘Yes.’ He murmured quietly, “You know, the twins are at my parents’ with Nana. We can have sex anywhere we want.”

  “Can we, now?” Chance asked, grinning, before looking over Logan’s shoulder and sighing. “We should have asked the kids to take the dogs with them. They’re staring at us.”

  Logan chuckled and turned to see both dogs and both cats watching them intently, as though this were a nature documentary on the mating habits of domestic geeks in suburban New York. He hooked his fingers in his fiancé’s belt loops and pulled Chance’s hips to grind against his, groaning at the sensation of Chance’s hardening cock against his thigh. “We could put them in the bedroom.”

  The dogs were easy enough but both men knew that, with the beautiful wooden perches and catwalk they’d installed around the living room walls, grabbing either of Logan’s sleek Siamese had become a task worthy of a Three Stooges movie.

  “Let’s start in the bedroom,” Chance suggested. “Then we can branch out from there. Maybe hit the kitchen? Oh, God. I’m becoming boring. Are you bored? I mean, there are so many things you’ve never tried and we’re just… and now there are kids to snea-”

  Logan couldn’t hold back his laughter. It had taken his neurotic fiancé all of three minutes to freak out; that had to be a record for him. Chance groaned and hid his face in the curve of Logan’s shoulder and Logan wrapped his arms around him.

  “Baby, that boring room has a big, soft, bouncy surface that we can fall asleep on afterwards and a shower large enough to clean us both up while we do filthy things to each other. It’s basically a sex room we sleep in.” Logan reasoned and waited until Chance lifted his head before treating him to an exaggerated
ly worried expression as he put a finger to his lips. “Shhh, don’t tell your brothers. They’ll think we’re pervs.”

  Laughter bubbled out of Chance and Logan relaxed. He knew it wasn’t normal to be so happy that their he-just-said-yes celebration got interrupted, but Logan was so relieved that Chance talked to him when he got anxious, rather than letting those thoughts circle around in his brain for days or weeks like he used to. Logan captured his fiancé’s lips with his and reveled in the mingled flavors of gingerbread and hot chocolate, and sexy, neurotic man. Chance’s tongue tangled with his and he poured every ounce of love and tenderness and happiness into the slow, thorough kiss.

  “Come on, into the sex room with you,” Logan growled playfully, smacking Chance’s ass. The quiet, throaty sound that Chance made in response went straight to Logan’s cock, which was still exposed from his dance number and began to stick straight out like a dowsing rod. As soon as they closed the door, he pressed Chance against the door and attacked his mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans. Logan reached between their bodies and tore Chance’s shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere and Chance gasped. Despite the fact he was going all caveman on his ass, Logan sheepishly said, “Sorry, I know you liked that shirt. And we’ll have to find the buttons so Roger doesn’t eat them.”

  “Fuck the shirt! And fu-” Chance shook his head as if to clear it. “We’ll vacuum later, but she’s been craving cat toys lately.”

  Chance hooked his fingers in the placket of Logan’s shirt and pulled, but the buttons remained stubbornly in place. Chuckling, Logan dropped his already-unfastened pants and kissed his man. While Logan pulled his shirt over his head, Chance hurriedly removed his own pants and boxer-briefs, smiling and muttering, “I’d hate for you to rip these too.”

  Despite his complaint, Chance’s cock was so hard that it slapped against his belly as soon as it was freed. Logan wanted to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip but, even more, he wanted to play. He backed Chance against the door, trapping their cocks between them, slick with pre-cum and sliding against each other, while Logan growled and kissed his neck. Although Chance wasn’t as broadly built as Logan, they were almost exactly the same height and every part of their bodies perfectly aligned.

  “Oh God, Sweets… oh God…” Chance ground his cock against Logan’s and moaned, “Fuck me. Please. I need… I need this thick cock deep inside me. Filling me. Stretching me. Please.”

  Logan shuddered and lifted his face to look into Chance’s eyes, finding nothing but trust and pure, unadulterated lust in the cobalt depths. Threading the fingers of one hand through his hair, Logan guided him downward in silent demand. Chance eagerly fell to his knees and looked up at him while nuzzling his groin. Pupils blown, face flushed, lips swollen… absolutely gorgeous.

  Chance lapped at Logan’s balls and said, “I could drown in your scent. Always smell like cinnamon and sugar but then I get down here and it’s spicier… cinnamonier, but more earthy than that, more primal… What do you do to smell so good? Mmm, is it gingerbread? Maybe…”

  Logan knew Chance would babble a steady, naughty stream of consciousness for an hour if he let him, and he loved to hear every filthy word that passed through Chance’s full lips. But tonight, Logan was taking charge. “It’s cumin. I rub cumin on my balls every morning, just for you. Now shut up and suck my cock.”

  “Yes, sir!” Chance swallowed him down in one smooth motion, and Logan used the hand in Chance’s hair to hold him still as he gently fucked his perfect mouth. Chance closed his eyes and hummed while one hand crept up through Logan’s chest hair and pinched a nipple.

  “Fuuuuuck, baby… soooo good… But I don’t want to come yet.” With a level of self-control Logan hadn’t realized he possessed, he dragged Chance off his cock with an audible pop, and urged him to his feet to reclaim his mouth. Pushing Chance back against the door with a reverberating thud that elicited a passionate purr, Logan explored his mouth thoroughly. Chance arched his back and rubbed beaded nipples against Logan’s rough chest hair. Logan pulled back, leaned his forehead against Chance’s and deliberately put teasing space between them. “If you want me to top…”

  “Oh, I do. I need your hot co-”

  “Would you be up for using a toy or two?” Logan’s brother had described a decadent idea that would allow them to both top and bottom simultaneously. Logan might still have a little trouble expressing his sexuality in public, but when it came to voicing his needs to Chance, he was anything but shy. “It may end up like that time we tried to emulate that porn scene because Julian claimed it was waaay easier than it looked, but-”

  “I’ll get the toys,” Chance said eagerly, his eyes sparking.

  “No. You go lie down,” Logan demanded. “I want to watch you prep yourself.”

  Chance dove onto the bed, kicking the covers out of the way and Logan chuckled at his enthusiastic response. Logan reached under the bed, unlocked his toy box, and sifted through the contents before finding his quarry. (Hey, there was no way an intellectually curious, healthy man could stay a virgin for twenty-six years without acquiring an embarrassingly extensive collection of interesting items.)

  He stood to be greeted by the sight of Chance lying face down, ass in the air like an offering, tugging lightly on the handle of a plug.

  Logan groaned and nipped one cheek, rubbing his hand down the plane of Chance’s leanly muscled back. “Have you been planning this, baby?”

  “Maaaybe,” Chance answered coyly and wiggled his gorgeous ass. “Would you like me to remove it?”

  “Oh no, that honor is all mine,” Logan said, enjoying the rush of power from the unexpected change of roles. It was rare to catch Chance in a playfully bottomy mood like this and Logan fully intended to take advantage of it. But given the occasion and knowing they’d have the house to themselves, Logan had done some preparation of his own. So he moved to bend in front of Chance and said, “First…”

  He received a breathy moan in response to his demand, and felt a couple of light, teasing pulls before Logan’s own plug popped free. Chance set it down on a tissue and asked, “So what are we doing with those toys?”

  “You’ll see. First I have to take proper care of my future husband.” Logan grabbed the lube from the drawer and ran one hand down Chance’s side as Logan climbed onto the bed to kneel behind him. He reached forward and stroked Chance’s thick, swollen cock while he tilted the handle of the plug with the other hand, applying pressure to Chance’s prostate. Chance begged and moaned and, once the muscle around the plug softened and fluttered, Logan removed it gently. Chance reached back blindly with one hand and took the toy, which he placed on the nightstand next to the one he’d removed from Logan.

  “Sweets, please…” Chance whimpered when Logan’s hand abandoned his cock, but that whimper turned to a groan when he lightly slapped Chance’s ass. Logan coated his fingers with lube and slid two inside his lover, then three, to ensure he was fully prepared… and to massage his gland, because he was enjoying teasing Chance.

  “Okay, turn over.” Chance flipped over so quickly that the klutzy man nearly kicked him in the face. Logan chuckled and finally revealed the toys. One was a FleshJack masturbator: a flashlight-shaped plastic tube which housed a silicone sleeve. The other toy was a small, angled dildo with a curved handle. “While I fuck you-” he began.

  “What is that?” Chance asked, perplexed, and pointed at the tube.

  “A FleshJack,” Logan said, thrilled that he had something he could teach Chance. “It’s supposed to simulate oral sex. I mean, now that I know what an actual blowjob feels like, I’m aware it’s not nearly as amazing. But it’s pretty good. It has variable suction. You add a little lube, stick your cock inside… Anyway, I’m going to slide this FleshJack up and down your gorgeous cock, and you’ll fuck my ass with this dildo.”

  “You. Are. Brilliant,” Chance said, his voice rough with passion. Logan added lube to both toys and handed his lover the dildo.
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  He leaned forward and suggested, “Put this in me first, because I have a feeling we’ll get carried away pretty quickly.”

  Chance kissed Logan’s neck and rubbed his chest, slender fingers grazing his nipples, while slowly easing the toy inside him. Logan hummed in pleasure at the mild, burning stretch. He eased Chance back down and made a show of stroking up and down his painfully hard, leaking cock, before applying a generous amount of lube and positioning himself at Chance’s entrance.

  Chance lay before him, all his soft smooth skin on display, his lightly muscled runner’s body a bit softer because Logan adored feeding him, his sandy blond hair sticking up in all directions, and his sapphire gaze taking in the sight of Logan in return. In small increments, Logan watched his cock slowly disappear into the tight heat of Chance’s ass. As soon as he was in to the hilt, Chance’s legs wrapped around Logan’s waist, and he warned, “Baby, this might go a little fast.”

  “Good. We can go slowly later,” Chance replied eagerly, his lips brushing across Logan’s in a tender kiss that quickly flared into devastating need. Logan broke away to reach between them and slide the FleshJack over Chance’s cock. Chance moaned. “Oh, Sweets… That feels sooo gooood… D- did you ever… use these on yourself? Lying on your bed, thinking about-”

  “You. Dreaming it was you,” Logan gasped. For five years, most of his fantasies involved his older brother’s friend and all the things they could do to each other. Sometimes, Logan just imagined Chance was sitting on the bed, stroking himself while watching him masturbate.

  Chance groaned and tears filled his beautiful eyes as he admitted, “Me too. It was always you. Always. You.”

  Logan rocked his hips to thrust in and out of Chance, and the curved handle of the dildo gave Chance just enough leverage to move the toy inside Logan while he, in turn, stroked Chance’s cock with the FleshJack. Despite the awkwardness of the movements, fireworks exploded within Logan’s body at the twin sensations, and the sight of Chance losing himself beneath Logan was decadent and overpowering. He didn’t hold back his groans and Chance adorably, sexily lost his mental filter and began voicing every thought.