Naughty Holidays 2016

by Nicole Edwards

“Fuck, E. Keep it up and I’m gonna come in your mouth.” Beau rocked his hips, desperately trying to hold back. Ethan’s mouth was too fucking good, and the man knew it was Beau’s weakness.

  He felt himself drawing closer and closer, afraid he was going to lose it.

  “E… Fuck… Don’t… Not yet…”

  Beau was practically fucking Ethan’s mouth, chasing his release although he didn’t want to come yet. He knew what Ethan was doing, but he was helpless to stop him, so he clung to the razor-sharp edge of heaven…

  ETHAN WAITED UNTIL the last possible second to pull back. He’d long ago learned how much Beau could take, and he fucking craved getting him to that point like a drug. He loved watching his husband, the way he bit his lip in an attempt to hold back. He knew Beau would come if he let him, but he also knew Beau enjoyed being fucked more.

  He barely managed to buck the big guy off, sending him backward while Ethan got to his knees, grabbing the lube as he did. Knowing Beau was still riding that high, the need to come making his body twitch as he gripped his dick in his giant fist, Ethan hurried to slather himself.

  “Knees to your chest,” he commanded Beau, his eyes locked between Beau’s tree-trunk thighs at the gorgeous dick in his hand.

  Beau drew his legs up toward his chest, exposing his beautiful ass to Ethan’s gaze.

  “Stroke your dick,” Ethan instructed while he lubed Beau’s asshole by plunging two slick fingers inside.

  “Oh, fuck, E!” Beau rocked against the intrusion. “Keep… That… Yeah… Ohh.”

  When Beau broke things down to single syllables, Ethan knew he’d succeeded. He continued to watch Beau’s face as it contorted from the pleasure Ethan was providing. He added a third finger to the mix.

  “Oh, shit… Fuck me. Need your cock inside me.”

  Ethan continued to work Beau for a few seconds while he stroked himself at the same time. When it was clear Beau was once again moving closer to the precipice, Ethan got to his knees, lined up, and pushed home.

  “Yes,” Beau hissed, reaching up and grabbing Ethan, pulling him down so that their mouths touched.

  Beau was folded in half and Ethan was buried to the hilt inside his ass. He focused on the kiss and not the blistering-hot sensation of Beau’s ass squeezing his dick. It was fucking heaven every damn time. He would never tire of making love to this man. It didn’t matter if it was fast and dirty or slow and sweet, it was making love. And it was so fucking good.

  Ethan managed to pull back a little, looking into Beau’s eyes. “Lemme watch. I wanna watch my dick sink into your ass.” Just saying the words made Ethan’s dick twitch.

  That was all it took to get Beau to release him. Ethan placed his hands on the backs of Beau’s thighs and began rocking his hips forward and back. Slide in, slide out. Insert, withdraw. Over and over, he watched as he speared Beau’s fan-fucking-tastic body. Ethan alternated between looking into Beau’s eyes, then watching as Beau roughly tugged on his dick, then back to the glorious sight of Ethan’s dick claiming him in the most intimate way.

  “More, E…” Beau’s voice was strained. “Need more… Need it now.”

  Ethan thrust deeper, harder, but he maintained the same pace. Beau’s beautiful face was drawn up as the pleasure bordered on pain. He knew his husband was holding back, and he loved him more for it.

  “You wanna come?” Ethan asked.

  “Yes.” Beau groaned when Ethan slammed into him. “Fuck, yes.”

  “You ready now?”

  Beau nodded.

  Ethan shifted so he had more traction and began fucking Beau with relentless precision, slamming into him, retreating, slamming home again. He sank balls deep over and over, his breaths rushing in and out of his lungs as the sensation became too much. Beau’s tight ass strangled his dick, milking him until he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

  Beau was jacking off, his hand a blur as it moved up and down his shaft while Ethan continued to plow him harder and harder.

  “Fuck, E… Goddamn… Yes… Make me come… Oh, God… Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s.”

  The second Beau’s dick jerked and twitched, Ethan let himself go, coming deep inside the man he loved while Beau’s cum shot over his stomach and chest. Damn, that was beautiful.

  “God, I love you,” Ethan told him, still trying to catch his breath while they remained locked together.

  “Love you, too, baby,” Beau whispered, as out of breath as Ethan was, his body hopefully as sated, too.

  “Don’t move,” Ethan instructed, pulling out of Beau slowly. “I want to clean you up. Then we can sleep, and you can wake me up when it’s my turn.”

  The smile Beau gifted him with reminded him of all the reasons he loved this man.

  Less than five minutes later, Ethan had cleaned Beau, turned off the lights, blown out the candles, and was now wrapped in Beau’s arms, their legs intertwined.

  “I thought you were going to sleep?” Beau asked, his voice soft.

  Ethan smiled in the darkness. “Can I give you your Christmas present early?”

  Beau chuckled, the sound a dark rumble against Ethan’s ear. “I thought you already did.”

  Ethan lifted his head and peered down at Beau. The pale glimmer of the moon shone through the blinds, allowing him to make out Beau’s face. “Not even close. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  “Then that’s all I need for Christmas.”

  “I was thinking something more along the lines of the two of us. Alone. Cabin. Mountains.” With every word he added, Beau’s facial expression changed slightly. “Snow. Making love by the fire.”

  Ethan let out an embarrassingly girly yelp when Beau flipped him over and practically lay on top of him. He stared up into Beau’s soulful brown eyes.

  “A vacation?” Beau asked. “A Christmas vacation?”

  Ethan nodded. “Technically, it’s an after-Christmas vacation. We leave on Monday morning, come back on Friday.”

  “Do I get to do dirty things to you while we’re there?” Beau teased, brushing his lips against Ethan’s mouth.

  “If that’s what you want.” Ethan didn’t care what Beau did to him; he was always on board with that plan.

  “God, E,” Beau mumbled. “Why are you so good to me?”

  Ethan smiled as he pulled Beau’s mouth down to his. “I think you’ve got that wrong. You’re good to me, and I’m merely trying to ensure you stick around.”

  “Forever, baby,” Beau told him. “I’m in it forever. You can’t get rid of me, even if you try.”

  Ethan had been a dumb ass and tried to do that once, back before he’d admitted he had fallen in love with Beau. He’d learned a lot since then. No way in hell was he ever letting this man go. Ever.

  Chapter Four

  CHRISTMAS DAY WITH the Walkers was unlike anything Beau had ever experienced.

  Every year for as long as he could remember, he’d been invited to Curtis and Lorrie’s to do the same thing they were doing today. Sharing a huge meal with their ginormous family and then indulging in laughter and conversation for hours. There were lots of smiles, lots of kids, and even a few dogs thrown into the mix.

  Before the Walkers had become such a huge part of his life, Beau had spent the holiday with his own parents. There was usually a meal, although not large and certainly not festive. His mother would cook for his father, make his plate, even serve him, while she left Beau to get his own food. Once they were finished, she would clean up after them all, and his father would insist that Beau go outside to practice, with him there to supervise, of course. Football was his father’s choice for Beau’s career, and that meant every day was a practice day. Regardless.

  Then the Walkers had invited him over one lonely Christmas day. He’d joined them for supper, after having eaten with his mother and father, after having spent two hours running drills his father had come up with for him. He’d sat there, at their overly full table—both people and food took up more space than Beau though
t possible—slightly uncomfortable, but that hadn’t lasted long because neither Curtis or Lorrie would allow it. Beau had been smiling from ear to ear before the evening was over.

  And since that day, Beau had actually looked forward to Christmas, more so since he’d been married to Ethan. Although he’d spent most of his childhood hanging out with Zane, being absorbed into this family by friendship, it felt like more than that now. It was more than that now. Beau was married to Ethan, and with some luck, they would have a family of their own one day, and they’d create their own traditions just like Curtis and Lorrie had been doing for well over fifty years now.

  “Hey, Bennett! Get your giant ass over here,” Zane teased.

  Beau glanced over to find Zane sitting on the floor while Mason and Derrick crawled around and over him like he was a human jungle gym. Without question, Beau walked over and dropped to the floor directly in front of the tree. Seconds later, he had two squirrely little boys crawling all over him, making him laugh.

  “Presents,” Mason declared, turning Beau’s head so that he was looking at the rows of wrapped gifts beneath the artificial tree.

  “What about ’em?” he asked, pretending he didn’t know that Mason and Derrick were seconds away from becoming pint-sized shredding machines with no regard to whether the gifts were for them or not.

  “Where’s mine?” Derrick asked, bouncing up and down on Beau’s thigh.

  He had to do some quick evasive maneuvers to keep his nuts from being trampled while Zane laughed from two feet away.

  “Uncle Zane looks like a trampoline,” Beau hinted. “Y’all go jump on him.”

  “Yeah!” Mason and Derrick squealed in unison, then launched over to Zane.

  “Y’all desperately need to have some kids of your own,” Cheyenne announced from her perch on the couch above Beau’s head. She giggled as though she just realized what she’d said. “I meant you and Ethan … and you know what I mean.”

  Beau turned and smiled at her. He’d understood what she meant, so he didn’t bother to tell her that it wasn’t that easy for them. They lacked the anatomy to make that happen.

  “Of course I do,” Beau assured her. “And I promise, we’re working on it. Hopefully one day.”

  He looked up to see Ethan watching him from across the room. He was standing beside Braydon and Travis, who were keeping an eye on all the rug rats, including Kate, who had latched on to her father’s leg, trying to pull Travis into the living room.

  Beau winked at Ethan. He knew how Ethan felt about having a baby. They’d talked about it at length on more than one occasion. Although he’d admitted to wanting a family, Ethan had some serious reservations. He’d lived his life hiding who he was because of the hate he’d endured firsthand. He said he had no desire to have a child who would have to experience that because he or she had two fathers.

  It had been futile trying to convince Ethan that they weren’t living in the Stone Age anymore. Although it might not be acceptable everywhere, it was improving. Only backwoods, ignorant jackasses like some of those who still resided in Coyote Ridge would dare to spout shit these days. Most people in this small town wouldn’t come up against the Walkers though. They couldn’t say shit and not offend this family who fully believed that love was love.

  So, Beau had made a point to bring up the possibility of kids every few months, in an effort to gauge Ethan’s reaction. Ethan hadn’t yet told him what he wanted to hear, but Beau understood. He understood a lot about Ethan. And he knew he had to be patient.

  “Come on, Uncle Beau! We want presents!” Derrick shouted.

  “Presents, Unca Beau!” Mason hollered.

  “Looks like it’s time,” Travis said, dragging Kate, who was sitting on his boot, closer to the Christmas tree.

  While everyone found a seat—a much more difficult task due to the fact the Walker family had doubled in recent years—on the couches, the hearth, even the floor, Beau and Zane went to work passing out gifts. Or rather, passing them to Mason and Derrick so they could distribute them.

  Although the little kids’ gifts included cars, trucks, dolls, and Barbies, the adult gifts weren’t quite as tame. Everyone had pitched in for Curtis and Lorrie’s present again this year, but they’d all agreed that each of the brothers and their spouses would only receive one present, picked out from the rest of them. For the past six weeks, Beau had contributed his ideas to each of the brothers. In turn, all suggestions were combined, then voted on by that group. For example, Travis’s gift—as well as Kylie’s and Gage’s—was selected by Kaleb and Zoey, Sawyer and Kennedy, Zane and V, Ethan and Beau, Braydon and Jessie, and Brendon and Cheyenne. Because Sawyer was the closest in age to Travis, he was responsible for heading it up. (Not necessarily a good thing for Travis).

  And down it went. Kaleb spearheaded gift buying for Sawyer and Kennedy, Braydon for Kaleb and Zoey, Brendon for Braydon and Jessie, Ethan for Brendon and Cheyenne, Zane for Ethan and Beau (God help them all), and last but not least, Travis for Zane and V.

  Needless to say, everyone was anxious to watch this unfold.

  ETHAN TOOK A seat next to Jared and his fiancée, Hope, on the hearth while he watched Beau helping to pass out the gifts. He’d been watching Beau with Mason and Derrick, and a pang of longing had speared his chest. Somehow he managed to push it away, reminding himself that now was not the time to be thinking about the things he didn’t have. He wanted to be grateful for the things that he did have. Which, compared to this time a couple of years ago, was a hell of a lot.

  “I thought y’all would be at the ranch for dinner,” Ethan said, trying to make conversation.

  “We will,” Jared replied. “We figured we’d stop by here since it’s still early.”

  “Did you go back to El Paso?” Ethan knew that Jared had promised his parents he would go home for Christmas. That had probably seemed a relatively easy plan until the man met Hope, falling in love practically overnight. Okay, not really overnight, but during the planning stages of the family reunion for sure.

  “We did.” Jared glanced over at Hope. “Hope was officially adopted into the family. She had to spend the day with Kaden and Keegan.”

  Ethan leaned around Jared, smiling at Hope. “I’m sorry.”

  Hope laughed. “It was interesting. But I’ve got four sisters, so I’m quite used to the antics.”

  “Hey,” Beau said, coming to sit on the floor near Ethan’s feet.

  “Hey.” Ethan shifted, ensuring Beau had enough room.

  In true Beau fashion, he casually rested his arm on Ethan’s leg. At one point, Ethan would’ve pulled away from the public display of affection, but over time, he’d learned that Beau was merely letting him know he was there. He wasn’t trying to flaunt anything, and quite frankly, Ethan liked when Beau touched him. It’d taken a while to get used to it and to not automatically flinch. No, they hadn’t progressed to kissing in public, or holding hands for that matter, but Beau wasn’t complaining, so Ethan wasn’t, either.

  “Mom and Pop, we thought y’all should go first,” Kaleb told them when he joined the group, Kellan in his arms.

  Curtis grumbled, then smiled at Lorrie. “You do the honors, darlin’.”

  Ethan grinned. His mother was sitting on his father’s lap, blushing like a schoolgirl. Ever since her near-death experience earlier in the year, his father had kept her close. Surprisingly, he’d managed to balance his efforts without suffocating her, though, which was the biggest surprise. It had been said, more than once, that a Walker man was nothing if not protective of those he loved. How Curtis managed, no one was quite certain, nor were they questioning it, either.

  With Curtis’s help, Lorrie hefted the large, flat box onto her lap and proceeded to unwrap it. Everyone watched raptly, waiting to see her response. It took a minute for her to figure out the first item she picked up, but finally when she pushed the power button, the sharp inhale was all the answer they needed as to whether or not she liked it.

  “This is�
��” She glanced back into the box, then over to Curtis, then her eyes darted to Kaleb, then Travis and so forth.

  “It’s a digital picture frame,” Jessie explained. “There’s one for each son. Everyone downloaded their pictures onto a flash drive and those are inserted into the frames.”

  “We figured you had no more room for all the pictures on the wall,” Zane explained, motioning to the line of frames along the stairs that took up every square inch of available space. “Thought maybe you could hang those up. Then you can see all the pictures you want.”

  Ethan squeezed Beau’s arm when a tear slipped from his mother’s eye. She was watching the slideshow on the screen, her smile growing wider with every passing picture. He knew there weren’t that many pictures in his and Beau’s frame, but he hoped one day that would change. In the meantime, she had some of their wedding, some in Hawaii from their honeymoon, and a few others to hold her over until then.

  “Thank you,” she said hoarsely, clearly choked up.

  “My turn!” Derrick hollered, making everyone laugh.

  “Okay,” Curtis said with a grin. “Your turn, little man. Let’s see whatcha got.”

  Nearly two hours later, all the gifts had been opened. There’d been tons of laughs shared because some of the gifts bordered on ridiculous, including a set of boob earmuffs, Weener Kleener soap, a toilet fishing game, instant Irish accent breath spray, and even a package of condoms that had stupid sayings on them. Ethan lost track of who got what, but he was now the proud owner of the Weener Kleener soap. Not too bad considering Zane was sporting boob earmuffs.

  That’s the way it worked in the Walker family.

  “Y’all seriously are gonna have to get more creative next year,” Sawyer said as he passed out coffee. “These are standard gag gifts.”

  “Says the man who decided fake poop was the best suggestion made.”

  Sawyer grinned. “Yeah, well… I was a little preoccupied.”

  Ethan watched his brother’s face light up as he peered over at Matthew, sound asleep in Kennedy’s arms.