Gay Romance Holiday Collection

by Keira Andrews

  They kissed again, and after a few more frantic thrusts, Ryan came, his legs trembling as the pleasure crashed over him. Cary sucked on Ryan’s neck, his hips still seeking friction. Ryan sank to his knees and pushed Cary against the wall, a new desperation whipping through him like electricity through a wire.

  He managed to unzip Cary’s jeans. The parka was awkward and heavy and in the way, but Ryan just pushed it up as he tugged Cary’s jeans open and pulled out his cock. It was heavy and red, the tip glistening. Ryan sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the shaft, savoring the musky taste and scent. He could do this all day.

  Cary was practically whimpering, his fingers tight in Ryan’s hair as Ryan worked him with his mouth. I’m sucking Cary’s cock. This is actually happening.

  “Ry, I’m gonna—” Cary’s hips stuttered, and he cried out.

  Ryan swallowed convulsively and milked every last drop of Cary’s orgasm. Sagging against the wall of the hut, Cary caressed Ryan’s hair and breathed heavily. There was a sheen of sweat above his lip, and Ryan got to his feet and kissed him soundly.

  Cary pressed their foreheads together. “Feels so good with you.” He took a deep breath. “So I guess I wasn’t imagining it? You do want me?”

  Ryan took Cary’s face in his hands. “From the day we met.” He ran his thumb over Cary’s bottom lip. “Wanted to kiss you. Wanted…everything.” He leaned in and—

  “Boys!” Maureen’s voice echoed distantly on the wind.

  With another kiss, they reluctantly separated and straightened their jackets. Fortunately their parkas and layers would cover up the wet spots on their jeans and they could change before dinner. Ryan extinguished the fire and lantern and pushed open the door of the hut. The last flare of orange light from the setting sun splashed over Georgian Bay, reflecting softly on the snow.

  “Wow.” Cary joined him outside. He looked up. “Maybe we can look at the stars tonight. Can you see them from your room?”

  Ryan’s body thrummed with desire. He swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

  Cary met his gaze, the hunger in his own eyes clear. “I’m pretty tired from fishing. Think I’ll have an early night.”

  Ryan nodded. “Me too.”

  “Are you coming?” Maureen called out, echoing across the frozen bay from the deck of the cottage about a hundred yards away.

  Glancing at each other, Ryan and Cary actually giggled. Ryan called back. “Yes!”

  They started back across the ice, slip-sliding in some places where the snow had been blown thin, laughter echoing in the stillness of the winter night.

  In the end they had to sit through not only dinner, but Scrabble and Monopoly. As eager as Ryan was to be alone with Cary again, he was afraid everyone would know exactly what was on their minds if they tried to get away early. As it was he felt like everyone knew, even though no one was acting any differently.

  “Go straight to jail and do not collect two hundred dollars,” Ethan recited. With a groan, he moved his top hat to the jail spot. “This freaking blows.”

  As Lisa and Tony scolded Ethan for his language, Ryan glanced at Cary across the dining table and found Cary watching him. Cary quickly lowered his gaze to fiddle with his colored money. Ryan still couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’d been so horrified when he kissed Cary at the tree farm, but Cary had wanted it.

  It didn’t seem possible. Ryan had worked so hard to hide his own feelings that he’d somehow missed spotting Cary’s. He had so many questions. Was Cary gay? When did he start feeling this way? Were they going to be a couple now?

  “Uncle Ryan?”

  Ryan focused on Amy, who sat at the head of the table. “Uh-huh?”

  “Why are you so happy? You don’t have any good properties. Not even a railroad.”

  “I know. But it’s Christmas. Of course I’m happy.” He kept his gaze away from Cary. “I’m here with my favorite niece, after all.”

  Amy frowned. “I’m your only niece.”

  “What? Are you sure? Lisa, you don’t have any other daughters hanging around? I swear there were a couple more.”

  Lisa pretended to ponder it. “Hon, what did we do with those other daughters?”

  Tony stroked his chin. “Now that you mention it, I think we might have left them in Florida when we went to visit my folks in St. Pete’s that winter.”

  “No you didn’t!” Amy giggled. “I’m your only daughter.”

  Jack spoke up from where he lounged in his recliner by the fireplace beside the Christmas tree. “I do seem to recall some other little girls. I thought they’d been eaten by bears.”

  “No!” Amy shrieked, laughing and shaking her head.

  Ryan’s mom brought out a plate of shortbread from the kitchen and a tray of tea and hot chocolate. As everyone laughed and teased Amy, Ryan passed Cary his mug. Their fingers brushed together, and beneath the table, Cary pressed his foot against Ryan’s. Even through their woolen socks, Ryan swore he could feel a spark.

  Finally it was time for bed. The stockings had been hung from the mantel above the fireplace for days, but Amy still insisted on making sure they were all there—along with a plate of shortbread and a glass of milk. She peered at Cary, brow furrowed, and then back at the fireplace.

  “Are you sure Santa will know you’re here, Uncle Cary?” she asked. “He might get confused. We should put your name on your stocking.”

  Cary smiled. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I don’t have a stocking here. I’m sure Santa will leave me my presents at home in LA.”

  “Of course you have a stocking!” Amy seemed scandalized at the very thought that he wouldn’t. “See?” She pointed to each stocking. “Gran, Granddad, Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Ryan, Ethan, and you. But yours doesn’t have your name on it.”

  For a moment, Cary didn’t say anything. He cleared his throat. “That’s okay. I’m sure Santa will know.” He turned to Ryan’s parents. “Thank you. You didn’t need to do that.”

  Maureen waved her hand. “Nonsense. Everyone needs a stocking at Christmas! I would have sewn your name on it, but I’ve been up to my elbows in turkey and breadcrumbs, and my darling daughter can’t sew on a button to save her life.”

  “Because she works twelve-hour shifts at the hospital and chooses to pay people to sew for her,” Lisa replied.

  Maureen scoffed good-naturedly. “She says that as if I wasn’t a nurse myself for thirty-five years.”

  “But you’re superwoman, remember?” Lisa laughed and gave her mother a kiss. “All right, kids. Off to brush your teeth and go to bed, or you’ll be on the naughty list.”

  As Amy gasped and headed for the stairs, Ethan rolled his eyes. “It’s not like Santa’s even re—”

  “Really paying attention tonight since he’s too busy?” Tony asked with a stern look. “Santa’s a man of many talents. Now get going.” Under his breath he added, “And don’t ruin it for your sister.”

  “All right, all right. Sorry.” Ethan followed Amy upstairs, with Lisa and Tony on his heels.

  Jack stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “That’s me as well. Ryan, do you and Cary want to do the honors?” He nodded to the plate of shortbread.

  “Either that or I put them back in the tin. I’m stuffed,” Maureen added.

  “Sure. Cary and I can polish them off.” Ryan kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Mom. Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas. Sleep tight.”

  As his parents got settled upstairs, Ryan turned off the rest of the lamps until only the Christmas tree was lit by the fireplace. Cary stood by a window nearby, the colored lights catching in his blond hair.

  “It’s snowing again.”

  Ryan joined him at the window and, with a quick glance at the stairs, wrapped his arms around Cary from behind. Although Cary was broader, Ryan felt as if their bodies fit together perfectly. He kissed the back of Cary’s neck. “I feel like every Christmas wish I ever made just came true.”

  Cary put his hand over
Ryan’s and threaded their fingers together. “I never made any Christmas wishes, but I guess I got on the nice list this year.”

  They watched the snow drifting down outside, the Christmas tree behind them reflecting softly in the glass.

  “I guess we have a lot to talk about,” Cary whispered.

  Ryan pressed kisses along Cary’s neck, finding a place behind his ear that made Cary’s breath hitch. “I guess so.”

  Cary turned in Ryan’s arms. “But I don’t wanna talk.”

  Ryan wasn’t sure how long they stood there kissing. They explored each other’s mouths slowly and deeply, and he was light-headed by the time he took Cary’s hand and led him upstairs. Somehow they made it up the ladder to the third floor while still kissing, even if they ended up in a heap on the bedroom floor at the top.

  They quickly pulled their clothes off and tossed their sweaters and jeans aside. The carpet was rather worn, so Ryan pulled down his duvet and spread it out before leaning back. Cary straddled his hips, and Ryan drank in the sight of Cary’s bare skin in the cool moonlight. He ran his hands over Cary’s chest and muscular shoulders, exploring every inch.

  “You look like you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” Cary blurted with a nervous laugh.

  “Not like this.” Ryan propped himself up on an elbow and slowly sucked one of Cary’s nipples. “Not when I can really look.” He sucked on the other nipple and drew his fingertips down Cary’s spine before teasing the crack of his ass. He whispered against Cary’s skin. “Not when I can really touch.”

  With a groan, Cary tangled his hand in Ryan’s hair and crushed their mouths together. He lengthened out on top of Ryan and thrust against him desperately. “Want you so much, Ry.”

  The feel of Cary’s lean, powerful body against his own from head to toes was intoxicating. Ryan spread his legs and urged him closer. Their cocks rubbed together, and Ryan trembled with a feverish want and need. Any minute now he’d wake up and this would all be a dream, but until then he clung to Cary.

  “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing,” Cary muttered. “I mean…I’ve never…with a guy. Not really.”

  “It’s okay.” Ryan forced himself to take a long, deep breath and stilled his hips, even though his throbbing dick protested vigorously. “We can go slow.” What he really wanted was Cary’s cock in his ass immediately, but he didn’t want to scare him off.

  Cary shifted a little of his weight onto his hip and reached down to wrap his hand around Ryan’s shaft. He stroked tentatively.

  Biting back a groan, Ryan thrust into the heat of his palm. “This works.”

  “You said once…” Cary took a deep breath. “Remember the wrap party for season one when we all got wasted and played truth or dare?”

  “Vaguely?” It was difficult to concentrate on anything but Cary’s hand on his cock. Ryan desperately tried to remember what he said in the haze of Corona and tequila shots but came up blank.

  “You said you were a bottom.” Cary took a deep breath and rushed on. “SoifyoulikeitthenmaybecanIfuckyou?”

  Ryan laughed and took Cary’s face in his hands. He kissed him hard. “I’ve wanted your cock inside me every day since our screen test.”

  Cary’s cheeks dimpled. “So that’s a yes?” He teased the slit of Ryan’s dick with his thumb.

  “Yes, yes, y—shit.”

  Cary froze. “What? Did I…?”

  “I don’t have anything with me.” He cursed himself. “And I don’t think Santa will leave condoms and lube in our stockings tonight.”

  “Oh.” Cary relaxed and kissed Ryan. “It’s okay. I brought some. Just in case.”

  Ryan’s whole body tingled. Just in case he could have sex with me. “You must have been a Boy Scout.”

  Cary’s smile was rueful. “Nope. I tried one year, but I missed half the meetings because I had to go on location with my dad.”

  “Well, you’re going to earn a badge tonight. Probably a few different ones.”

  Chuckling, Cary hurried over to his suitcase. Ryan shivered without the heat of Cary’s body, but soon enough Cary was back with a box of condoms and a tube of lube that looked like it came from Costco.

  “You definitely came prepared.”

  On his knees by Ryan’s feet, Cary flicked the cap with a grin and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. Then he paused, brow furrowed. “They never really do this part in the videos.”

  “So you’ve been watching gay porn?” The thought made Ryan’s throat go dry.

  “Uh-huh. I was curious.”

  How is this real life? “Did you like it?”

  Cary nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

  His low voice sounding foreign to his own ears, Ryan asked, “Did you jerk off while you watched?”

  Another nod.

  Did you think about me? Ryan couldn’t quite get his next question out. His throat was too dry.

  “I imagined it was you,” Cary whispered. “That I was fucking you.”

  Ryan spread his legs wide and brought his knees up, exposing his hole. He reached for Cary’s hand. “Use your fingers. Open me up for your cock.”

  His breathing shallow, Cary nudged his slick fingertip into Ryan’s ass, just barely. Ryan reached for Cary’s wrist impatiently. “More. It’s okay.”

  “It feels good?” Cary’s gaze was locked on Ryan’s hole as he worked him open with one long finger and then two. “God, you’re so tight.” He shuddered and jerked his straining cock a few times.

  Ryan jerked his head in a nod, pressing his lips together to swallow his moans as Cary pushed into him. He spread his legs even farther, totally unselfconscious in a way he’d never been with anyone else before. “I do this to myself and pretend it’s you,” he confessed.

  With a groan, Cary leaned over and kissed him. He wiggled a third finger inside Ryan. “Is it enough?”

  Groaning at the delicious fullness, he nodded. “You now.”

  When Cary pulled his fingers out, Ryan couldn’t help but squeeze at them with his ass, not wanting to let them go. Sitting back on his heels, Cary rolled on a condom and coated himself with another squirt of lube. His cock glistened in the moonlight, and his body looked like a marble statue. So beautiful.

  Ryan’s legs were already pulled up, but he spread them even more and lifted his ass as Cary lined himself up. Lips parted, Cary swallowed thickly.

  “God, you’re amazing. I wanna fuck you so hard.”

  Ryan’s heart thumped so loudly he was sure it would wake his family. “Do it.” He gripped Cary’s waist and urged him closer, not able to bite back the moan as Cary finally inched inside him. Their eyes locked, and Ryan bore down, reveling in the burning stretch in his ass as Cary filled him.

  “Ryan. God, this is…” Cary groaned as he filled Ryan to the hilt. His arms shook slightly where he held his weight. “Better than anything.”

  “It’s okay. Let go.”

  Ryan wrapped his arms around Cary’s shoulders and opened his mouth in a silent cry as Cary plunged in and out of him. Even though the attic room got chilly in the night, they were both sweating as they rocked together, kissing with open mouths and gasping softly.

  Cary’s inside me.

  He could hardly believe it was happening. Cary was fucking him, his thrusts getting more and more chaotic as they got closer to the edge. He hoisted one of Ryan’s legs over his shoulder and went even deeper, brushing against Ryan’s prostate.

  “There. There,” Ryan cried out, before slapping a hand over his own mouth. There was no door on the attic room, but at least the closest bedroom to the ladder was the kids’, and they would sleep through an earthquake.

  “You feel so good,” Cary whispered, eyes wide. “Wanted to fuck you for so long. Wanna come inside you and fill you up. See my cum dripping out of your ass…”

  Ryan’s balls tightened. “Fuck, yes.” He imagined they didn’t have to use a condom—that Cary could shoot deep inside him. “Harder.”


  His thighs flexing, Cary tried to hit the right spot again. When he did, Ryan could only close his eyes and ride it out. He snaked a hand between them and jacked his leaking cock, so close to the edge already.

  “You’re the best I’ve ever had. Knew you would be.” Panting, Cary pushed even deeper. “So good.”

  Lips parted, Ryan teetered on the edge before another thrust from Cary sent him over. He splashed his chest, coming in long spurts that had his whole body trembling. He clamped down, and Cary threw his head back as he drove into Ryan’s ass until he shook with release. Eyes closed and mouth open, his face was a mask of sheer bliss before he collapsed on top of Ryan.

  Chests heaving, they lay in a heap until Cary rolled away and tossed the tied condom into the garbage can by Ryan’s dresser. He rolled back and peered at Ryan with a frown. Tentatively, he reached down and skimmed his fingertips over Ryan’s stretched hole.

  “Was it…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  Shaking his head, Ryan drew Cary down for a gentle kiss. “It was perfect.”

  Cary’s smile lit up his face. “It kind of was. You’re…” He caressed Ryan’s hair, brushing it back from his forehead. “You’re amazing. The best Christmas present ever.”

  Ryan laughed softly. “You too.” He grabbed his discarded briefs and wiped off his chest. “Hey, you want to look at the stars?”

  Cary squinted at the window. “I think it’s snowing too much to see them.”

  With a smile, Ryan got up and led Cary to his bed, bringing the duvet with them. It was a tight squeeze in the narrow bed, but they found a comfortable position with their legs tangled and heads together on the pillow. Cary laughed quietly as he noticed the glowing stickers stuck to the slanted ceiling.

  “Thanks for showing me the stars,” he whispered.

  It was almost four o’clock when Ryan woke with a start and tried to inch out of bed. Cary blinked blearily, his arms tightening around Ryan. “Where are you going?”