A Christmas Memory 2

by Max Vos

  Maggie was smiling brightly when she finally hung up the phone.

  “How’s she doing?” J.J. asked.

  “Oh, she and the baby are just fine.” Maggie took off her coat and handed it to Adam, who hung it up for her. “They barely made it to the hospital in time. And now we have a Christmas baby!” She clapped her hands together, a look of pure joy on her face. “I think this calls for a celebration. Who wants some pie?”

  “I do,” Matt and Adam replied in unison.

  “Well there’s a big surprise.” J.J. shook his head, smiling. “Here, give me Joe and I’ll put him to bed upstairs. Poor little guy is worn out.”

  Matt handed over the sleeping lad to J.J., who woke up briefly as he was being handed off. Seeing J.J., Joe wrapped his arms around his neck and quickly nodded back off.

  J.J. slowly started up the stairs watching the others head off in the direction of the kitchen.

  “Can I have some milk with my pie?”

  “Can you? I’m sure you can, but may you have a glass of milk with your pie?” Adam teased Andrew.

  J.J. paused on the landing, listening to the exchange between Andrea and Luke’s eldest child and his husband. Adam really would make a great father.

  “Oh, Uncle Adam, you know what I mean,” Andrew huffed.

  Adam pushed his eldest nephew towards the kitchen. “How would I know that, if you can’t communicate it properly?”

  “You’re as bad as dad.”

  Maggie chuckled as she took Matt’s arm, walking behind Adam, Andrew, and Trevor.

  J.J. could feel the love of this family. His new family. He held the small boy in his arms a bit tighter as he continued up the stairs.

  * * * * *

  There was a piece of pie and a cup of coffee waiting on J.J. when he came into the kitchen. “Joe is so cute. He’s down for the count. Thanks for the pie, Mom.”

  “You know, J.J., you’re a natural with the boys.” Maggie refilled hers and Adam’s coffee. “You and Adam should consider becoming parents.”

  Adam opened his mouth to speak when a squabble between Andrew and Trevor broke out at the counter.

  “I got here first,” Trevor proclaimed, pulling at the pie plate.

  “Did not,” Andrew insisted as he reached for the single piece of pie.

  “Whoa— hold up there.” Matt stepped in. “What’s this all about?”

  “I went to get the last piece of apple pie and Andrew is trying to take it. Just because I want it.”

  “Am not.” Andrew defended himself. “I was actually here first.”

  “Was not.”

  “Was so.”

  Matt reached over their heads and snagged the pie. In two bites it was gone. “Settles that,” he said, his voice muffled around the pie in his mouth.

  “Uncle Matt!” they both hollered.

  “That’s not fair.” Andrew pouted.

  Adam laughed. “If you had decided to share that single piece, you might have each had some.”

  “That is exactly how your father settled such disputes,” Maggie said, a slight smile on her face. “Good to know some things never change.”

  “Speaking of change… Maggie, I’d really like for you to consider that house next door to us.” J.J. spoke solemnly. “I think it would be great having you next door.”

  Maggie looked at him, pausing a moment before speaking. “I think I would like that, J.J.”

  “Good. Glad that's settled, then.” Adam leaned over and kissed his mother’s cheek. “It’ll be great having you close, Ma.”

  Maggie glared at her son in a playful manner. “Just respect my space. I’m not some feeble old woman, at least not yet. I’ve gotten used to having my independence.”

  Matt chuckled. “I guess that means no mooching food there, Bro.”

  “Oh, I don’t worry about that anymore, since J.J. arrived.” Maggie smiled and patted J.J.’s hand. “Actually, I hardly see Adam looking hungry. To tell the truth, Matt, I see more of you than Adam, and you’re always hungry.”

  Adam turned and stuck his tongue out at Matt, just like he’d probably done most of his life in such circumstances.

  Matt sat down next to his little brother, Adam, who was just as big as he was. “Adam, how much work will the house really need?”

  “Like I said, it was well taken care of. The kitchen needs updating as well as the bathrooms. Other than that, just some painting, if Ma wants. They painted everything white before putting it on the market.”

  “Maggie, you can help in picking out what you want in the kitchen.” J.J. grinned, his eyes lighting up. “We can make it the kitchen of your dreams.”

  “This could be exciting.” Maggie’s eyes were also bright with enthusiasm. “You’ll have to help me, J.J.”

  “Uh-oh,” Matt commented. “Sounds like we’ve got our work cut out for us, Adam.”

  “It won’t be so bad.” Adam shrugged. “I’ve learned a lot from doing my kitchen. We should be able to whip right through this one.”

  “I’ll call the realtor in the morning then,” J.J. said.

  “The sooner the better,” Maggie added. “Luke, Andrea, and the kids are going to be packed into their old house like a can of sardines.”

  “Yes, please,” Andrew piped up. “I can’t wait to have my own room so I can get away from stinky here,” he said, indicating his younger brother of only ten months. “He farts.”

  “I do not!” Trevor yelled.

  “Do too.”

  “No more than you,” Trevor said, defending himself.

  Adam burst out laughing. “Dang-it if that doesn’t sound just like us at that age,” he said, poking Matt in the ribs with his elbows.

  Maggie shook her head as she reached for her coffee. “Some things just never change.”

  * * * * *

  “Babe, that was such a good idea you had about moving Ma in next door.” Adam glanced at J.J. as he kicked off his shoes. “I’m kind of ashamed that I didn’t think of it first.”

  J.J. sat on the bed untying his sneakers. “I just thought it was a practical solution. Besides, I’d love to have Maggie next door.”

  Adam sat down next to J.J. and took his hand. “Babe, why don’t you call her Mom, or Ma like the rest of us?”

  J.J. froze. “I…” he started then his words dried up. Removing his socks, he said quietly, “I have a hard time because of my own mother, I guess. It isn’t like Maggie hasn’t asked me.” He sighed heavily. “Maybe one day.”

  Adam hugged J.J. “Okay. I get it.” He stood and pulled the sweater up and over his head. “How about kids? You know, we’ve never seriously talked about it.”

  J.J. sat there open mouthed, looking at Adam as he began to unbutton his shirt. “I never thought about it, to be honest. Not something I even considered,” he said, finally finding his voice.

  “What? Really? Wow.” Adam tossed his undershirt in the dirty clothes hamper, standing there in a T-shirt and jeans. “You never thought about having a little J.J. running around?”

  “Adam, I never even thought I’d be married, much less have to worry about having a kid.”

  “I have to admit, I’ve thought about it. I wouldn’t mind having a little J.J. around.”

  “What about a little Adam?” J.J. smirked as he threw his own shirt on top of Adam’s. “That would be a trip with a return ticket. I could actually see what you were like growing up.” He pushed his jeans down, letting them drop to the floor.

  Adam stripped off the white T-shirt and flexed his arms, his chest puffing up. He knew this was a weakness for J.J. “I suggest we try making a baby, then.”

  J.J. snorted. “I don’t think it works like that, hun.”

  “We can still keep trying.” Adam smirked and did another flex-pose.

  “I’m all for that.” J.J. giggled, reclining back onto the bed, his dick starting to twitch as he lay back watching.

  Adam unbuttoned his jeans, bumping and grinding his hips, a mischievous grin on his face. “
You like, baby?”

  “Oh, yeah. You know I do.” J.J. watched intently as Adam’s jeans began to slip from his hips. J.J. licked his lips, knowing how Adam's fur-covered chest would feel under his hands. How his skin would taste. By now he knew exactly what buttons to push to please his partner. Of course, Adam also knew the same thing, which was why he was doing this little striptease.

  Adam danced around, turning his back to his husband, flexing his arm and back muscles while he shook his ass, letting the jeans fall just below his butt. His red and white striped briefs clung to his butt-cheeks seductively. He glanced over his shoulder to where J.J.’s eyes were glued to his backside. He flexed his glutes for added effect, smiling.

  “You like my ass?” Adam asked, huskily.

  J.J. only nodded, his gaze never leaving the hard muscles of Adam’s ass.

  Adam stepped out of his jeans, kicking them to the side as he continued his bump and grind routine. He thrust his hips in J.J.’s direction, his protruding pouch flopping back and forth. He turned again, his briefs clinging tightly across his ample butt.

  Without thinking, J.J. leaned forward and bit Adam’s furry ass.

  “Ouch! What the hell was that for?” Adam yelped, jumping, his hand flying to where he’d been bitten.

  J.J. smiled. “Looked good enough to eat, that’s why.”

  Adam pounced, pushing J.J. back onto the bed, and proceeded to tickle him.

  “Stop,” J.J. gasped, struggling to get out from under the big man. “Stop,” he yelled as he laughed hysterically.

  “Gonna bite me again?”

  “Yes!” J.J. was squirming, laughing, and trying to catch his breath at the same time.

  “You are?” Adam pinned J.J.'s arms over his head with one hand while still tickling his underarm with the other. “You sure of that?”

  “Yes!” J.J. screamed out. “Worry—When I don’t—” He continued to struggle, still laughing, “—bite your ass”.

  Adam suddenly stopped. “All right. Point taken.”

  With J.J.’s arms still held above his head, Adam leaned down and kissed his face all over, then down to his neck. “What’cha want, J.J.? Tell me.”

  J.J. was breathing heavily, still gasping for air, although for another reason now.

  “How do you want me?” Adam asked in a husky whisper.

  “I… want you to sit on my face.”

  “You got it.” He stood up, pushed down the briefs, and then walked around to the other side of the bed. With the grace of a large cat, he crawled across the king-sized bed, dipping his head to nab a quick kiss before he positioned his meaty ass over J.J.’s face.

  “Oh my god,” J.J. moaned as he looked up, his man’s perfect, furry butt looming over his head. The angles of Adam’s broad back towered above him. He pulled Adam down by the hips until his face was completely covered, his nose buried deep in the warm cleft.

  “Ahhh,” Adam moaned as J.J.’s warm tongue went to town on his hole. He leaned over, which also opened his butt up to J.J. as he munched away on it, and took J.J.’s now stiff dick into his mouth.

  J.J. moaned, enjoying the excellent rim job he was receiving. The vibrations made Adam groan and grind his hips down onto J.J.’s face. Adam reached for his own throbbing dick, and matching the rhythm of the blowjob he was giving, he jacked his own rock hard cock. It didn’t take long for J.J.’s balls to draw up tight to his body, preparing for liftoff. J.J. could always count on his husband to know exactly what turned him on. Adam often remarked how much he liked having his ass eaten. Good thing too. It was one of J.J.’s favorite pastimes.

  J.J.’s hips bucked, his stomach tightening as he filled Adam’s mouth with hot cum. Adam had learned to pull back a bit so as not to choke. The one thing he’d learned was that J.J. almost always popped off a whopper of a load.

  Adam pulled back when he was sure he had gotten every drop, sitting back firmly on J.J.’s face, who continued to munch away, while Adam continued to jack himself off. It didn’t take long before he was blasting his own load off all over J.J, the bed and the floor. J.J. still didn’t stop, still sucking, licking and probing Adam’s hole.

  “Damn, J.J. Don’t you ever get enough?”

  J.J’s response was muffled. Adam chuckled as he stood up. “You don’t have to worry there, babe. I’m sure my ass isn’t going anywhere.”

  “Okay, now that was good,” J.J. leered. He could feel that his face was all wet from his own saliva.

  “You’re a pig sometimes, you know that?”

  “You made me this way.”

  “Nice try. I think you came that way.” Adam laughed and held out his hand to J.J., pulling him up to a sitting position. “Let’s get a quick shower in before bed, babe.”

  “Okay,” J.J. agreed.

  J.J. soon had Adam all lathered up, enjoying touching the big hairy man he now called his husband.

  “So… what about kids?”

  J.J. froze, looking into Adam’s face. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, I’d at least like to discuss it.”

  J.J. went back to washing Adam’s broad chest. “I’d like to get my degree first, before even considering having a kid. It’s not like I have much time right now. It wouldn’t be fair to you or the kid until that's out of the way, not as if it would happen before I finished anyway, right?”

  “You’ll be finished in June?”

  “Yeah.”

  Adam thought for a moment. “Okay. You’re probably right. We have time.”

  “Turn around. Let me get your back.” J.J. waited until Adam rotated before starting slow lazy circles on his broad shoulders. “I’d like to jump on getting that house for your mom, though. She’s ready to move on, I think.”

  “All right. Let’s call the realtor first thing in the morning.”

  J.J. paused a moment, then began again, using more pressure, receiving a groan from Adam. “I’m looking forward to having her next door.”

  “I know you are, babe. I am too.” Adam sighed heavily. “Babe, you gotta stop before I fall asleep standing up.”

  J.J. laughed. “Okay, you big moose. Let’s get some sleep.”

  * * * * *

  J.J. stretched and yawned. As he opened his eyes, he could see the bright sunlight streaming in across the floor. He didn’t have to turn over to know that Adam was already up. He could smell the aroma of fresh coffee in the air.

  He walked into the kitchen to see what he saw most every morning—his man standing naked with a mug of coffee in his hand, watching the morning news.

  Adam smiled at J.J as he strode in. “Morning, babe.” As usual, Adam had a mug ready. Adam kissed him before pouring out a mug and giving it to him.

  “Thanks, hun.”

  “Hey, you know that weird band teacher from the middle school?” Adam asked, pointing to the small T.V. on the counter.

  J.J. shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Adam, he wasn’t weird. He was from Australia. His name is Laurence Kramer. What about him?”

  “He was in the city and someone stole his phone and then pushed him in front of a train in the subway.”

  “Oh my God!” J.J. exclaimed, moving over next to Adam to watch the news coverage. “That’s so sad.”

  Adam’s face scrunched up. “Yeah, not to mention there isn’t gonna be an open casket funeral for that poor guy.”

  They were both so distracted they didn’t hear the vehicle drive up next to the house and stop.

  They both jumped and J.J. spilt his coffee when there was a loud rapping at the door. “Open up, guys,” Matt called out.

  Adam went to the door with a scowl on his face.

  “Wait!” J.J. yelled. “Let’s at least get some clothes on.”

  “Pfft,” Adam responded. “It’s only Matt.”

  “Adam, don’t—”

  It was too late. Adam opened the door with both of them butt-naked. “Hey, Bro, what are you doing here so early?”

  “Jeez, Adam, can’t yo
u at least put some clothes on before yanking the door open? Damn, I need eye-bleach.” Matt and Adam turned their heads only to see J.J.’s bare ass as he dashed from the kitchen.

  “Damn it, Adam,” J.J. yelled as he ran down the hall.

  Adam watched as J.J. scurried back down the hall, hastily pulling up a pair of sweat pants, having already managed to get a T-shirt on. When he passed Adam in the hall on his way back to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but give Adam a quick smack on his bare ass.

  “Ouch!” Adam yelped. “What was that for?”

  “For opening the door before I could get some clothes on.”

  Adam stuck his tongue out at J.J. as he continued on his way to the bedroom to get dressed.

  No sooner had J.J. returned to the kitchen than Matt asked, “You guys always naked?”

  J.J. paused. “Yeah, pretty much. You want some coffee?”

  “Yeah, that’d be great now that you have some clothes on.” J.J. poured his brother-in-law a mug of coffee. “Thanks, J.J.”

  “No problem, Matt.” J.J. sat on one of the barstools, his own coffee in hand. “What are you doing here anyway?”

  “I wanted to check out that house next door.”

  “Funny you should mention that. Adam and I were planning on calling the realtor this morning.”

  “Good. Wonder if they’d be willing to show it today while I’m here?”

  “We can only call and see,” J.J. answered. He reached across the counter and picked up the cordless phone before walking towards the window. From this view, he could see the realtor sign. He dialed the number.

  “Hello—I’m calling about the property on Peachtree Lane.” J.J. paused, taking a sip of his coffee.

  When someone came back on the line, he introduced himself and asked about seeing the house next door. After arranging an appointment for later that morning, he hung up just as Adam came back into the kitchen.

  “Isn’t it a bit cold out for shorts, little brother?” Matt asked.

  “I was thinking I’d go for a run as soon as you cleared out,” Adam said with a smirk. “What are you doing here anyway?”