Christmas For Gary

by Christmas For Gary (Torquere Shot) (mobi)

  He wasn't sure when exactly they'd moved from standing next to Troy's bed to sitting on it, but suddenly they were moving from sitting to lying, stretching out together with their legs hanging off the end.

  Troy's kisses still lingered softly on his mouth, only now the man's hands were sliding over his body, stroking his side and rubbing his belly. It had Gary moaning, pressing closer and returning the touches as best he could manage. And he managed quite well, thank you very much. It certainly wasn't a hardship, touching those lovely muscles, sliding his fingers beneath Troy's shirt so he could touch skin.

  Troy's skin was warm and soft over hard muscles; Gary moaned as he got the shirt right off, the scent of Troy's skin rising into the air, making his cock go harder. He was more interested in the what was coming next now, and it seemed Troy was, too, Gary's own shirt coming off over his head, Troy not even bothering with the buttons.

  Troy's fingers slid over his skin, plucking at one of his nipples, and then the other. Gary gasped—he hadn't realized how sensitive those could be. It had always been all about his cock, or his ass. Of course each touch to his nipples went straight to his prick, making it jerk, making his balls ache with need.

  Groaning, he returned the touches, playing with the dark little nipples on Troy's chest. He had to let one hand run down to slide over Troy's abs, the six pack smooth and rippling beneath his fingertips.

  They played for awhile, still kissing, fingers exploring and stroking. Troy didn't seem the least bit put out by Gary's love handles, or his lack of highly toned and defined muscles. Gary on the other hand, was very turned on by all the toned and defined muscles on Troy and he happily explored and felt Troy up. His hips shifted, moving so he could rub idly against Troy's thigh. The zipper of his pants bit into his flesh, but that just seemed to make it better. Not that he was into pain, but the tiny bite made a nice contrast to the pleasure and the dull ache of being trapped within the stiff denim.

  “What do you say we lose the pants?” Troy's fingers stopped at his waistband, teasing and dipping into his jeans.

  “God, yes.” He reached for Troy's pants, all but ripping the button out of its hole. He was a little more careful with the zipper, though, seeing as Troy seemed to be about as hard as he was and he didn't want to hurt the swollen prick. As focused as he was on getting Troy's pants open, he almost missed it when Troy got him naked.

  He couldn't miss the warm hand that wrapped around his cock, though, now could he? No, he most certainly couldn't. And God, it felt good. So much better than his own hand.

  “What do you want, Gary? You want just this?” Big and warm, that hand kept moving, jacking him so nice and slowly, making him melt like the only bone he had in his body was the one Troy was tugging on. “Or do you want me to suck you? Or fuck you?"

  He jerked at Troy's words. Did Troy really expect him to choose?

  “Is that a yes, please, Troy, I want it all?"

  He met Troy's eyes, kissed that smile and nodded. Yeah, he wanted it all. He wanted to fuck and suck and right this minute all he wanted was for Troy not to stop what he was doing. He didn't want to be the only one feeling this, though, so he reached into Troy's pants and wrapped his hand around a long, thick cock. Groaning at the feeling of that heat against his palm, he started moving, tugging on Troy's cock, matching Troy's movements.

  He met Troy's eyes, met the smile in them with one of his own. Their foreheads pressed together, lips and tongues meeting and parting, their hands moving up and down over hot velvet flesh. Gasps left him, his hips jerking as his balls drew up against his body. He was going to come soon, really soon, but it was okay because Troy was, too. He could see it in the brown eyes.

  Then Troy's eyes closed, cock pulsing in Gary's hand, spraying come between them. Gary cried out, hips bucking as he came, too, shooting up over Troy's hand.

  He panted, trying to catch his breath, and still holding tight to Troy's prick. Troy kept holding him, too as they both slowly softened. Moaning happily, he pressed against Troy, burying his face in the long neck and just breathing Troy in.

  They cuddled like that for awhile, until Gary shivered, skin beginning to goosepimple.

  “You want to stay?” Troy asked. “I make a mean muesli."

  Oh, he wanted to stay. Gary very much wanted to stay. And he really didn't want to be the guy who left right after making out. “I want to, but I can't."

  “You sure?” Troy's hand was warm as it slid over his arm, touching him, tugging him closer again.

  “Gran's expecting me to be home when she gets up in the morning. I'm sorry.” He felt like a heel, plus he really wanted to stay curled up with Troy, but if he was going he really ought to head out right away.

  “Maybe next time you could tell her you're staying over so she won't worry."

  Warmth flooded through him, and Gary nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

  Troy's lips twitched. “And thank you for not assuming I was easy."

  * * * *

  “So.” Gran watched him as the waitress set down a plate of eggs, bacon, home fries and toast in front of him, and the lumberjack special down in front her.

  Gary felt himself coloring under her look. He knew exactly what she wanted to know, but that didn't mean he had to make it easy for her. He gave her his best innocent look as he picked up his fork and shoved some home fries into his mouth.

  “So, didn't the date work out?"

  “Huh?” Gary blinked at his Gran. Whatever he'd been expecting, that wasn't it.

  “You came home last night—you didn't sleep over."

  “Well, no, but that's because I didn't want to worry you..."

  She snorted. “Gary, honey, I might be an old lady, but I know that most dates these days end in mutual ... explosions.” Gary felt his cheeks go red at her words. “If you hadn't been home this morning, I would have known where you were."

  “Oh."

  “So you did get laid."

  “Gran!” Was he ever going to stop being surprised at the things that came out of her mouth? Probably not. He chuckled and shook his head. “Yes, Gran, I did get laid.” Man, his cheeks were going to set the place on fire soon.

  “Good boy. You needed it."

  “Gran!"

  She chortled. “And he seems like a nice boy."

  “He's a very nice man.” Gary was sure that his smile was one of those really goofy ones, but he couldn't help himself. He was halfway to falling for Troy and it made him sappy and goofy and that was just who he was.

  “He's a studmuffin."

  Go him for not calling out “Gran” in that shocked tone again. “Yeah, that, too,” he said instead.

  She started eating her heart attack on a plate, smug little smile on her lips, eyes dancing merrily at him.

  “Next time I'll stay over,” he murmured, shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

  * * * *

  Christmas Eve found Gary moping. Almost two weeks since he'd had his first date with Troy and there had not been a repeat.

  Oh, they'd talked on the phone and he'd gone to the gym a couple of times, but between their schedules, they hadn't managed an actual second date. Instead, Gary'd escorted his Gran to this party and on that shopping spree. They'd made more cookies, and passed them out at the old age home. They'd wrapped more presents than he could count and he had a half dozen paper cuts to prove it, too. He'd been busy; Troy had been busy. But they hadn't gotten busy together.

  Gary sat in the car, watching the snow start to fall, just like in a picture book. He was waiting for Gran—they'd just dropped Martha off and Gran had gone with her to make sure she got in all right. He tried to muster up a smile as she came back, but it was obvious she saw right through him.

  “You're missing your young man."

  Well, he couldn't deny that, now could he? So he didn't even try. “I am."

  “Is he at the gym now?"

  “I guess? I don't know, Gran. He didn't say what time he finished today.” His Gran r
olled her eyes at him. He rolled his right back. “I'm not a mind reader, you know."

  “You were talking to him just yesterday, why didn't you ask him?"

  “Because we were talking about other stuff."

  Now one of her eyebrows went up. “Other stuff?"

  “Yes, Gran. And yes, it's exactly what you're thinking.” There was no point in trying to hide it. He blushed, but he was smiling, too. Maybe they hadn't been able to get together in person, but he'd whacked off before going to bed with Troy's voice in his ear more than once in the last two weeks.

  “Good. So let's stop by the mall and see if he has anywhere to be for Christmas."

  “Why?” What was she up to?

  “Well, so if he's alone we can take him in, of course!"

  He blinked over at her. “You want him to spend Christmas with us?"

  “I do."

  “Really?” He couldn't believe it; he couldn't think of anyone he'd rather spend the holiday with.

  “Really. Gary, honey, I want you to be happy. And if you're going to be stuck babysitting your old gran, then the least I can do is make sure you also get to spend that time with the handsome studmuffin you're trying to date."

  “You're not old, Gran.” He wasn't just blowing sunshine up her skirt, either; he really meant it. She and Martha and the ladies they hung out with were so young at heart it was amazing they didn't need diapers. Wait. That was probably not the metaphor he wanted to go with.

  She petted his knee, interrupting his rather disturbing thoughts. “Thank you, honey. Flattery will get you in bed with your young man, me with my earplugs in, my sleeping mask firmly on..."

  Blushing harder than ever at her words, but smart enough not to protest, he leaned over to kiss her cheek. “You're the best, Gran."

  “I know."

  * * * *

  The evening of Christmas Eve found Gary no longer moping. Instead he was pouting and hiding his face, blushing harder than ever as Gran broke out the baby pictures and regaled Troy with one naked-butted Gary after another. Thank God, he was dressed in pictures where he was older than two. Of course, the hair down to his waist that he'd sported as a teenager was almost as embarrassing.

  Troy laughed and teased him, tugging him in close for a quick peck, but then kept him right there, pressed up close, for the rest of the evening. Gary decided it was a pretty good place to be, so he didn't complain or try to move away. In fact it was a warm, comfy place to be and as they watched the Sound of Music—a family tradition as much as the photos had been—Gary found himself dozing off.

  Gran singing “Climb Every Mountain” at the top of her lungs took care of that, bringing him back to consciousness with a jolt. Troy had joined in, and not only could he carry a tune, but his voice was a nice baritone. Gary concentrated on that and tried to ignore the wavery high notes that his Gran screeched with all the passion of the tone deaf.

  When the movie was over, Gran yawned and proclaimed it her bedtime. “I'm going to brush my teeth and change into my nightie and then I'm going to put in my earplugs and put on my sleeping mask. You boys have fun."

  Gary groaned, but Troy only chuckled. “We will."

  “Oh! Wait, you need to open one of your gifts tonight."

  “Me?” Troy asked as she placed a large book-shaped package in his hands.

  “Yes. For you. I want to know you're able to properly take care of my grandson."

  “Well thank you, that's really nice of you."

  Gran smiled and nodded “Gary's happiness is all the thanks I need."

  Gary beamed over at her. That was the nicest thing to say and he still beaming like some fool when Troy tore the wrapping off what was obviously a book. The man made a choked sound and the dark cheeks actually got darker; Troy was blushing.

  “What could—” the words died on his lips and he blushed himself. Hard. “Gran, this is ... it's ... I...” It was no good, he was speechless.

  “It's the gay kama sutra,” muttered Troy. Then he repeated it, a little louder this time.

  “Yes. It is.” Gary nodded, looking at the book in Troy's hands like it was going to suddenly spring to life and launch itself at him.

  “It is,” Gran agreed.

  “You bought my boyfriend gay porn for Christmas?” Really, she was a hip, fun, young at heart old lady, but this was too much, even for her.

  “That's art, not porn. And don't look at me like that or I'll think The Joy of Gay Sex was the wrong choice for you and then there won't be anything but socks under the tree for you."

  “Gran..."

  Chuckling, she pulled herself out of her chair. “I thought you'd stopped being shocked by the things I said."

  He shook his head. “I tried. I obviously failed; though, in my defense, you brought out the big guns in the shock department when you bought Troy that gift."

  “I'm just trying to help the two of you along.” She kissed his cheeks, and then patted Troy on the shoulder. And he should have guessed what was coming when she winked at them. “Have fun."

  He buried his face in his hands and groaned. “Oh, God. I can't believe she did that."

  Troy chuckled, hand landing on the back of his neck, massaging gently. “She's a great old bird, Gary. She really is. And the scary thing is, I think she did buy this thinking she'd nudge us along."

  Gary shook his head. “I don't know what to say."

  “Say you'll look at the book with me and then when we're all nice and horny you'll make love with me, even though we're in your grandmother's house."

  He stared at Troy for a minute, and then he nodded. Why not? Gran had made it clear she'd be tuning out and not able to hear them if they made any noise. In fact she'd practically written him an engraved invitation to have sex in her home. “Yeah, I can do that."

  They didn't actually look through the book, because Troy started kissing him, and it was just as good this time as it had been after their date. The kisses warmed him through, Troy's lips soft and agile, tongue dancing in his mouth and teasing his own back into Troy's mouth.

  Then Troy began to undress him, mouth sliding over his skin as it was bared, making him gasp and moan even though he'd promised himself he'd be quiet as a church mouse.

  It was impossible to be quiet, though, with Troy's lips wrapped around one nipple, and then the other, the gentle tugs going straight to his cock, making it jerk.

  Troy pushed him back onto the bed and he went easily, legs spreading wantonly as soon as Troy tugged off his pants. His cock sprang free and he moaned at the sensation of air around his overheated skin. It wasn't cool air for long, because Troy pounced, surprising a shout out of Gary as Troy's lips wrapped around him, sucking firmly.

  Gary pushed his hand into his mouth, moaning and groaning around it as Troy's mouth and tongue worked sheer magic on his cock. He'd been blown before, sure, but no one had ever made him feel as good as Troy did. The man all but worshiped his prick, tongue lapping and flicking at his skin, mouth working him hard.

  Hands dropping to Troy's head, Gary tried not to hold the man down and hump his face, but when Troy started humming, making him vibrate all over the place, Gary grabbed hold of whatever parts of Troy he could and humped away. Troy wasn't complaining, or trying to get away so Gary let go and did what felt right, humping until his balls released and he shot down Troy's throat.

  He lay there all melted, boneless and unable to do more than lie there and moan softly. Chuckling, Troy kissed a trail up his body. “You liked that."

  “God, did I. You can do it again. Anytime you want.” He cupped Troy's cheek, pulled the man in closer for a kiss, their lips lingering so nicely against each other. “Mmm ... your turn.” But Troy shook his head.

  “Nah.” Troy tugged him in close, getting them all cuddled up together. “I sort of came when you did."

  “Sort of came? How do you sort of come? Is that like being a little bit pregnant?"

  “Butthead,” accused Troy.

  “Yep. That's me. And all
kidding aside, I'm pretty darn pleased I made you come just by letting you suck me into oblivion."

  Troy nuzzled his cheek. “It's nice how that works, isn't it?"

  “Yeah actually, it is."

  He closed his eyes, enjoying the nuzzles and little kisses they shared, loving that they could cuddle together all night long, and then do it all over again tomorrow night. Most of all he loved that Troy was as into doing that as he was.

  It didn't matter what else was under that Christmas tree in his gran's living room, Gary already had the best present a boy could ask for. And he wasn't returning his.

  * * * *

  Gary squinted, trying to get better visibility out of the front, but the snowflakes landed on the windshield as quickly as the wipers could swish it away and he was starting to get a headache from the slow, careful drive.

  “We could still turn around,” murmured Troy. “Spend Christmas just the two of us."

  Snorting, Gary shot his lover a look. “I know you've met my gran."

  “I have."

  “Then you know that we can't do that to her. She's probably got some great sex toy under the tree for you or something and is just dying to watch you blush under that dark skin when you open it. Besides, she's partly—a huge part—responsible for us getting together and making it stick. We need to make it to her place."

  “I know.” One of Troy's hands landed on the back of his neck, massaging. “I just don't want you stressing too much—it's been a rough year for you."

  It had been, Gary couldn't deny that. The kids were harder to teach every year—it was just as rewarding, maybe even more so, but it was a huge struggle sometimes just to get the kids to pay attention, let alone do all their homework. He shook his head. He was on vacation. He was driving with his lover to visit his gran. Lots of good things.

  They finally pulled up at his gran's place, several cars already there.

  “Uh-oh, are we going to be crashing a party?"

  Gary laughed as he recognized the plates on the one car belonging to Martha. “Yeah, I think maybe we are. You ready to go in there? They may look like old ladies, but there isn't an old one in the bunch."