by Kayleigh Sky
Kyle choked out a laugh. “She’s got the turkey baster.”
“You sicko.”
“Me? I’m not the one kidnapping elves on Christmas Eve.”
“Just strip.”
“Your wish,” Kyle said, wriggling his hips.
The skirt slipped over the curve of his little bubble butt, tender, jiggly, and snow white. Though invisible in the dim light, one tiny dark mole dotted the center of one of Kyle’s ass cheeks. He bent again as the skirt slid down, legs slightly parted, a dark swell filling the vee. The skirt dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of it.
“Turn around.”
Yeeesss. The tip of Kyle’s fat, juicy dick poked out the top of his thong. He hooked a finger in the strap around his waist and gently tugged it away. His cock bobbed, half free. “Naked?” he whispered.
“Oh hell yeah, naked.”
Kyle let the strap snap back and said, “Make me.”
Vince froze. Well, hell. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said slowly.
Kyle flashed a mocking smile. “I’m not worried.”
“You should be.”
“Hm… Why?”
Vince lowered his chin, gazing from under his brows as he took a step forward. “You might not like how things turn out.”
“And how’s that?” Kyle whispered.
“Naughty elves get punished. I might have to spank your ass or make you stand in a corner. Or take your presents away.”
“What presents?”
Well, that was true. Vince was sure Kyle had bought him at least one Christmas present, but the Christmas tree was bare. “We’ll have to remedy that and make sure it never happens again. You have a present though. Santa gave it to me to keep for you. I don’t want to keep it away from you.”
Kyle frowned. “What is it?”
“I’m not telling. It’s a surprise.”
“Give it to me.”
“It’s not Christmas. Get naked.”
Kyle blew out a sigh, hooked his fingers back in the straps of his thong and shucked it off, twirling it on a finger before he flung it at Vince, who caught it in one hand. “Well, aren’t you a pissy elf?”
“Whatever. You kidnapped me. I’m only doing this because I’m scared.”
But he was standing with his cock in his fist, stroking it slowly, lovingly, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“You should be scared, Kylie. Now get on the bed. Arms over your head. Knees bent and hole showing.”
Kyle drew in a breath and let it rattle back out. Vince squeezed his aching dick, watching as Kyle got onto the bed on his knees, ass up. Before he had time to flip on his back though, Vince pressed in behind him and gripped his neck. Kyle sank, resting his cheek against the comforter. His face was in shadow, but Vince watched his eyes half close and his lips part.
“Beautiful,” Vince whispered.
He eased up, letting his fingers trail down Kyle’s spine. The muscles in his back rolled as he pushed his ass into Vince’s crotch. Sinuous, curvy muscle playing over ribs and shoulders. Vince laid a kiss on a nub of vertebrae and slowly moved downward, tasting salt and Kyle, a light warm musk, until he brushed his lips over the dusting of hair at the top of Kyle’s ass. He breathed a warm breath on Kyle’s crack and chuckled at Kyle’s shiver as he shuffled his knees wider.
“Want that?” he asked.
Kyle moaned. “Yes.”
“Not yet. On your back.”
Kyle crawled up the bed a few inches, lowered himself onto his side, and rolled over. His gaze locked on Vince’s, and Vince’s breath stuck in his throat. Kyle wasn’t smiling anymore. He squinted slightly, worry painted over his features. “Like this?” he said.
Vince swallowed. “Knees up.”
“I don’t want you to stare at me.”
Vince let out another chuckle, but this time it sounded like something dragged through a small space. He cleared his throat. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I don’t know you,” Kyle murmured.
Vince was quiet, aching in his chest now, his cock forgotten. “You know me. You once dreamed you’d fall in love with me.”
“Are you my dream?”
“I will be. Every day of your life.”
“You kidnapped me.”
He let a smile tug at his lips. “Desperate measures.”
“Very,” Kyle said, fighting his own smile. “It’s illegal.”
“Not if you don’t report me.”
“What’ll you give me if I don’t?”
“It’s a surprise, but now… Show me what my risky behavior has brought me.”
Kyle spread his legs, cock rolling on his thigh as it fattened up again. Seconds—minutes, hours—passed as he bent his knees and curled his body, revealing the shadow between his cheeks. The lamplight slid across the globes of his ass, transforming his fuzz into a golden glitter.
So beautiful. So fearful and cautious.
The carolers, who’d wandered away, must have returned because loud, merry voices sang All I Want for Christmas outside the house.
Vince cupped Kyle’s knees. His rigid cock strained against his belly. “What do you want for Christmas, Kylie?”
Kyle chuckled and rocked his hips. “A new car.”
Vince laughed. “Now how the hell will Santa get that down the chimney?”
“He’s talented.”
“How’s this for talent?”
Vince swiped the flat of his tongue up Kyle’s crack, inhaling his musk, nuzzling his fuzzy balls and drinking in the low moan that filled the air. Kyle’s hips rocked again. Vince dragged his tongue up Kyle’s dick, lapping the precum that smeared his belly. He slipped his fingers under the hot cock, lifting it enough to get his mouth around the delectable tip. Hisses filled his ears. He closed his eyes, sucking, swirling his tongue and sinking deeper until his mouth filled with Kyle’s hot flesh. Still inches to go until his lips met Kyle’s pubes. He reveled in the monster pushing into him, jabbing into his throat with the thrusts of Kyle’s pelvis.
“God,” Kyle muttered. “That feels so good.”
Kyle’s legs, draped over Vince’s thighs, trembled.
Vince dragged his lips up the silky skin and popped off the wet tip. He kissed it and licked at Kyle’s slit until Kyle thrashed and dug his fingers into Vince’s hair.
The carolers outside drifted away again. The refrigerator thumped, followed by a loud bang. “That damn thing,” Kyle groaned.
Vince straightened and gripped Kyle’s thighs. “Forget about it. For fuck’s sake, I’m sucking your dick and you’re thinking about appliances.”
“What if it breaks?”
“What if it doesn’t?”
Kyle glowered at him. “Why’d you stop?”
“Just who is the kidnappee?”
“Fuck me.”
“Methinks Santa’s elf is a slut.”
“My relationship with Santa is not exclusive.”
“Santa sounds like a bit of a dipstick.”
Kyle’s eyes fixed on his. Then he shrugged, pushing one of his shoulders higher on the bed. “I don’t think Santa notices me.”
Vince clenched inside, a knot of pain spreading through him, as though Kyle had slugged him in the heart. Or Vince had slugged himself. All the while he was telling Kyle money didn’t matter, that’s what Vince had been chasing after. Doing what Kyle’s mother and crew of useless stepfathers had done.
Having his proposal tossed back in his face had thrown Vince for a loop, to be sure. But ignoring the best thing that had ever happened to him and thinking Kyle’s love was for sale was brain dead. Buying him the Hope diamond wouldn’t have tied Kyle any tighter to him than if he’d wound him up with a feather boa. He should have paid attention to his mother. “Don’t let that boy get away from you.”
Fucking idiot. “Santa’s a fucking idiot.”
He pushed off the bed and yanked his shirt over his head. A smile grew on Kyle’s face as he struggled onto his elbows. “Nice. Did you t
ake a shower before you kidnapped me?”
He opened his jeans. “No.”
“Good.”
A hoarse laugh worked its way into his throat. He kicked his shoes away, shucked his jeans, and crawled over Kyle’s body. “And why is that a good thing?”
Kyle gripped his face and pulled him closer. “I want you to rub your scent all over me.”
Growling, Vince pulled loose, flattened Kyle underneath him, and took his mouth in a biting kiss. The heat flaring inside him stoked a burning restlessness. Unable to stay still, he pulled Kyle’s hair and stroked the soft skin over his ribs. The rake of nails down his back barely tingled. He drowned in Kyle’s flavor, plunged his tongue deep into his mouth. Strong thighs squeezed his hips as he breathed Kyle, consumed him, melted in his heat. The world faded away until there was only the pounding of their hearts, Kyle’s moans, and the click of their teeth as he bit and sucked on Kyle’s lips.
“My love,” he whispered. My love.
A Heartfelt Reveal
Kyle’s lips burned beneath Vince’s. He rubbed his cock against hair and hot skin, his heart thundering and deafening him, racing as fast as the electricity stinging his body.
So long. Too long.
He stroked and clawed at heavy, bunching muscle. Vince’s stubble scraped his cheek, his raspy breath warm and damp against Kyle’s ear, dragging bone-deep shivers from him. His skin prickled cold and hot, and his achy balls pushed a throb into his belly.
“God,” he whispered, pulling Vince’s mouth back to his. He bit for every bite, whimpering at the sharp pain, the energy swelling inside him. “Please…”
“What, baby?”
“I don’t know.”
He didn’t know anything. The stupid Christmas party was light years away… how had it only been hours ago? His Santa cap and wig were bunched under his head, he was a lowly accountant overlooked for a new star, a renter of a too-small house, and the owner of a dilapidated, vocal refrigerator and a broken-down jeep. Just hours ago, years ago… that morning… he’d been on the fast track for a promotion, up and coming, on the cusp—finally—of success. Proof he counted. Proof he was there.
Now he was only bossy Alissa’s friend and Vince’s… What? Roommate? Future ex?
“I want you inside me.”
Vince moaned into his kiss, lips warm and soft, rolling his belly on Kyle’s dick, stroking his skin raw. Kyle was on fire, coming apart at his toes and knees and wrists and elbows. He shook, sighing out a long groan as Vince reached a hand between them, between Kyle’s legs and past his balls, caressing his taint, slipping a finger into his crack and teasing his hole with fluttering touches. Kyle clenched and rocked against the elusive fingers.
“No fair.”
Vince grinned. “I’m in charge. Don’t forget who kidnapped who.”
He buried his face in Kyle’s neck, kissing and sucking at his flesh. Kyle squeezed Vince’s ass in his palms, rocking them together, dick sliding against dick. Fireworks went off in his eyes, bright as Christmas lights. Vince’s ass bunched, a sizzle of pleasure growing between them. Kyle gasped and rolled his head, cold air freezing him when Vince pushed away.
“Fuck,” Vince said, gasping too, eyes wide and startled looking. “You do the strangest things to me.”
“I do?”
Vince nodded. “I’ll never come up for air. I just want to drown in you.”
Maybe Kyle gaped. His heart leaped and jumped anyway, and a giddy emotion he couldn’t name split his face with a grin. “Get to it, will you?”
Vince grinned back. “My pleasure.”
He stretched to the bedside table and returned with the lube, cupping one of Kyle’s knees as he rolled half off his body. Kyle let his legs flop open and shivered at the touch of the cool air against his heat. He reached for Vince, but Vince grabbed a wrist and pushed his arm over his head. He let his other arm follow it and arched his back.
“Let me play with my present,” Vince murmured, scooting down the mattress.
He rolled between Kyle’s legs and buried his face in the space between Kyle’s balls and thigh. His stubble scratched and tickled, the heat of his breath feather soft. With a moan, Kyle spread his legs wider, then grunted, “Oh Jesus,” when Vince swallowed one of his balls, stroking and rolling it with his tongue. Kyle’s cock jerked, dribbling precum. He fisted it, dragging up a slow stroke and then thrusting into his grip. Vince released him and popped the cap on the lube. The finger he pushed against Kyle’s hole brought warmth with the cool of the lube. He circled Kyle’s rim, widening the circle, tightening it, rotating his fingertip against Kyle’s hole until Kyle pushed out and swallowed Vince’s finger up to the knuckle.
Kyle stroked Vince’s arm, slipping over the hard swell of his bicep while Vince wiggled his finger, twisting it, sliding it deep and grazing the lump inside. Kyle clenched, eyes rolling at the bolt of pleasure low in his body. Waves of warmth spread through him.
“Yeah,” Kyle said. “Only… do that with your cock.”
Not that he’d ever come that way like some guys, but Vince had a wicked curve to his dick, and Kyle had gotten close a few times before taking over with his hand when Vince looked ready to blow. But even so, when Vince’s cock hit Kyle just the right way… Oh, baby.
“Um hm…” Vince murmured.
Kyle opened his eyes. Vince leaned over him, a palm beside Kyle’s shoulder now, his weight on one arm, glancing down the length of their bodies as he positioned the tip of his dick to Kyle’s hole and pushed in. Kyle bit his lip. His ass burned as it stretched around Vince’s cock, and the burn spread like the wave of pleasure a moment before.
Vince’s mouth fell open. “Oh God, that feels good.”
Kyle grunted. “Peg it.”
“Bossy.”
The heat built. Vince dropped to his elbow and slid in deeper. They’d long stopped using condoms with each other, and Vince’s intrusion was one slow, hot slide into bliss. Kyle reached for his cock again.
“Don’t,” said Vince. “Gonna make you come myself.”
Kyle grinned. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Vince growled. “Watch me.”
“Rather feel you.”
“Like this?”
Vince rose onto his palms and spread his knees wider under Kyle’s thighs. He rocked his hips in short jabs and slid his cockhead over Kyle’s gland. Again, that deep bolt and flow of heat. Kyle reached up and dug his fingers into his own hair. His dick jerked and leaked. Vince slid out and in with the same jabbing motion, the muscles in his arms taut and shaking, nudging Kyle’s sweet spot with each jab. Rubbing… and rubbing…
Oh, God…
Kyle let his mouth fall open, his throat drying with his pants. He licked his lips. Sweat glistened on Vince’s face and slid between his hairy pecs. He smiled, eyes glowing, devilish and merry. A little like the look he got when he was painting, lost in a process Kyle was a stranger to. A jealous stranger to. But… that same look was on Vince’s face now. The same passion in his eyes, all focused on Kyle. His lips moved. “Love this… love you.”
Yes!
Kyle groaned. His muscles contracted. Deep and low in his pelvis. The warmth spread and sparks sizzled in his toes and fingers. He pulled at his hair as it went on and on. He rolled his head back and forth, writhing at every jab. Rhythmic, pulsing contractions tugged another groan from him. He trembled, his body quaking.
Vince panted, his breath hoarse, his focus intense, gaze lasering in on Kyle’s. Strain pulled at his face, a frown furrowing his forehead, but still… he didn’t come, though he stopped once and squeezed his dick, his gasps rasping like a buzz saw. The warmth lapped slowly, gently in Kyle’s body until another jab shot more pleasure through him. Vince jerked his hips again, his cock bumping… bumping Kyle’s prostate.
The pressure built and built. Kyle yanked at his hair. God! “I need to come,” he moaned.
“You… will…”
Maybe not. Maybe this would continue forever. Maybe
Vince had found some kind of magic elixir to make it go on and on.
Rolling waves of pleasure flowed from a pulsing knot under Kyle’s pelvic bone and pushed heat into his dick. He lifted his head. The rosy tip stared at him. He licked his lips. Thick, creamy cum oozed out. He moaned and shook and…
Exploded.
Rope after rope of cum splashed his face and hit the wall over his head. His eyes rolled back. He shuddered and convulsed, and Vince’s voice floated in from far away, “Holy fuck.”
And then… A cloud carried him off. A drifty, soft cushion enveloping him in a warm, musky scent.
He surfaced in Vince’s arms, lying with his forehead against Vince’s temple, his hips still twitching, his belly aching with a deep, pleasurable throb. He moaned and tightened his grip around Vince’s body. Vince stroked his back.
“Did you come?” Kyle asked him.
Vince chuckled, his breath ruffling Kyle’s hair. “I had no choice. Your ass had an iron grip on my dick.”
“I… I never. That was amazing. How’d you last that long?”
“I practiced.”
Kyle leaned away. “Seriously?”
Vince shrugged. “What can I say? I bit the bullet and did what I needed to do.”
Kyle chuckled, snuggling closer. “I’m wiped out.”
“That’s okay.”
“My Jeep.”
“We’ll pick it up tomorrow.”
“Need a tow.”
“Just a wire tightened.”
Kyle pulled his head back. “A wire?”
“To the alternator.”
His mouth fell open as he pictured Vince fiddling under the hood in the dark parking lot. “And nobody saw you?”
“Nope. I was quick. At first, I thought about draining most of the gas out but getting past the anti-siphon devices is a pain in the ass, so… the alternator.”
Kyle would have stood there like a doofus with no idea what to do. “Did you practice that too?”
Vince laughed. “I learned it on Reddit.”
Kyle stared at him until the laughter faded from Vince’s eyes. But the love was there. “Vince adores you.”
Kyle smiled. “I love you.”
