Eugene and the Box of Nails

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by Jaime Samms


  HE WAS lying back on his pillow, enjoying the soft multicoloured glow from below, when Cullen came back up from the bathroom.

  “Well, look at you.” He smiled and leaned on the post at the top of the stairs, arms crossed.

  Eugene stilled. He lifted his hand from his cock, where he’d been lightly stroking himself, but Cullen waved a hand.

  “No. Please. Don’t stop on my account.” He grinned and it warmed his eyes to a heated glow.

  “Join me?” Eugene’s hand faltered as he pushed it to the base of his cock. His heart skittered and he swallowed hard, growing stiffer at the thought of Cullen standing there watching.

  “Soon.”

  “Cullen.”

  “Don’t stop, love. Let me watch?”

  Seriously? Cullen likes to watch…. That sent his pulse into overdrive, but the thought returned some of his coordination, and he went back to pleasuring himself. It was easier to look at Cullen when Cullen’s attention turned to what he was doing, and the pleasure on Cullen’s face—more than the obvious interest in his shorts—had Eugene’s blood pounding. That rapt expression was beautiful.

  “What else do you like?” Cullen whispered. “Show me?”

  Eugene gulped but did as asked and tweaked a nipple. The jolt, contrasting with his soft touch on his cock, sent a sizzle through him, and he rocked his hips. “Mm.” He breathed a soft curse and met Cullen’s eyes for a moment.

  “Nice,” Cullen encouraged. “Keep going.”

  Eugene pinched his nipples, rubbed his palm over his chest to feel the rasp of hair on his palm, and lost himself in the pleasurable haze of sensation. Always, he was acutely aware of Cullen’s heavy breaths and the soft shuffles as he moved, pushing his shorts down to get at his own cock. For a few minutes, the soft slap of skin and the pant of eager breath were the only sounds in the room.

  The idea that Cullen was getting off on watching Eugene pleasure himself was intoxicating, and Eugene moaned, gently rolling his hips and clamping his fist tighter. He pumped faster, spreading his legs, wishing he had the mobility to search past his balls for his hole. He settled for rolling and tugging at his sac as he stroked.

  “Holy fuck,” Cullen panted, and the slap-slap of his hand on his cock sped. His breath came in harsh gasps, and in a second, the catch in his breathing, the guttural moan, and the panted swears had Eugene looking over to watch him come.

  The sight was phenomenal. In that moment, Cullen was less the bear bent on protecting him and more a helpless, whimpering puddle, for all that he had managed to keep his feet.

  “Come here,” Eugene demanded. “Cullen. Bed.” He held out the hand not stroking his cock.

  Cullen stumbled to him and flopped onto the mattress. He slapped Eugene’s hand away from his cock and took it in his own fist, only to bend and devour it in one hot, wet swoop.

  “Oh. Shit.” Eugene gasped and pounded a fist into the mattress, fighting to keep from thrusting his cock too deep and choking his lover.

  Humming and pumping the base, Cullen glanced up at him, winking as he sucked hard.

  Eugene didn’t stand a chance. He came fiercely, breath stopped for that instant, head buzzing as Cullen swallowed.

  “Fuck,” Eugene whispered as he came down. “Holy… shit.” The twinges as tender muscles tensed then relaxed were so worth it.

  Cullen grinned as he crawled up the bed, plastering himself close to Eugene’s body and stroking his sweaty skin with reverent hands. They cuddled, caressed, whispered sweet, silly things to each other, exploring without arousing, for a long time.

  “Happy Christmas, Eugene,” Cullen breathed, brushing the words like a promise over Eugene’s lips.

  “Happy Christmas.”

  Cullen plied Eugene with kisses that tasted of come and heat and home.

  In the morning, Eugene couldn’t be sure he hadn’t fallen asleep in the middle of one of those kisses, but if he did, Cullen didn’t seem to care. He rolled close and started the whole scene all over again, encouraging Eugene to play with himself while Cullen watched as the morning light filtered in through their stained glass cattails and bathed Eugene’s body in gold and pink. There was no part of where this was heading that Eugene didn’t like.

  CHRISTMAS MORNING, they didn’t even wait for the coffee to brew before they tore into their presents. Eugene had made a key rack out of some of the scraps of blue wood he’d pillaged from the dumpster and a few of the nails that had been too bent to hammer straight. On one of the pegs, he’d hung a key for the front door of the house, and above another he’d burned the words Cullen’s Truck. It was simple and sappy, but Cullen wasted no time hanging the rack or pocketing the key.

  “Thank you.” He kissed Eugene and sat on the couch behind where Eugene was settled on one of the thick wool rugs from the market. “Now you.”

  Eugene ripped away the paper to reveal his gift. “A box of nails?”

  Cullen laughed. “Look inside.”

  Eugene opened the box, then pulled out a polished wooden ring from which hung a spiral of twisted, curling nails. They jingled and chimed as he held it up. “Cullen.” The magical sound filled the room, and Eugene’s eyes watered at the sweet music. “You made this?”

  “The ring is from an old stool, and the fishing line I had to untangle from one of the kids’ tackle boxes. The nails—well. We collected them as we built the house. Figured you wouldn’t want even the mistakes to go to waste.”

  “I love it.”

  “It’ll sound perfect hanging in the garden.”

  “We’ll be able to hear it when we’re lying in bed with the windows open.”

  Cullen lifted his eyebrows. “A little cold for that, isn’t it?”

  Eugene grinned at him. “Not in summer.”

  “Yeah?” Cullen’s expression softened. “I guess not, huh? Does that mean you’ll come to Beth’s with me tomorrow?”

  “Can’t wait.” Eugene turned his head enough to plant a kiss on Cullen’s cheek. “We’ll take my truck.” He sat back and grinned. “I’m sure Paul is sick of my ugly mug anyway. I’ll call him later.”

  “That would assume we’re both leaving from the same place?”

  “The same bed, even,” Eugene agreed. “The one in this house that we built, where we are going to live a long time.” Because there was no way he could hesitate anymore. Maybe the world crumbled in on him tomorrow. But he wasn’t as afraid of that as he’d once been. Hadn’t Cullen already made the world take a step back while Eugene found his footing again? And he’d helped Eugene back up. So maybe it was okay to believe that together they could take on whatever else the world threw at them.

  JAIME SAMMS has been published since the fall of 2008, although she’s been writing for herself far longer. Often asked what’s so fascinating about stories where men fall in love with other men, she’s never come up with a clear answer. Just that these are the stories that she loves to read, so makes sense they are also be the stories she loves to write.

  These days, you can find plenty of free reading on her website in addition to her stories scattered across several publishers.

  Spare time—when it can be found rolled into a ball at the back of the dryer or cavorting with the dust bunnies in the corners—is probably spent crocheting, drawing, or watching movies. She also loves to garden, weather permitting, since she is Canadian! She has a day job, which she loves, and two kids, but thankfully she also has a wonderful husband who keeps her fed and caffeinated.

  She graduated some time ago from college with a Fine Arts diploma and a major in textile arts, which basically qualifies her to draw pictures and create things with string and fabric. One always needs an official slip of paper to fall back on, after all….

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  Eugene and the Box of Nails

  © 2017 Jaime Samms.

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  © 2017 L.C. Chase.

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  Published December 2017

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