Fine as Frog Hair

by Sean Michael

  His own cheeks were hot enough he was sure they were going to be starting a fire any minute now. He stood up. “Floor's getting awful hard.” Not to mention it was awfully far away from Trey.

  “There's room by me.” Trey patted the sofa.

  “I was hoping there would be.” He set his cup on the little side table that held the lamp and sat next to Trey, right next to him. His hand landed on Trey's knee and he stroked softly.

  Trey put his mug down, too, hand sliding around his waist. “Can I kiss you?”

  “Yes, please, Trey.” He leaned forward, meeting Trey halfway. Their lips met, Trey's tongue sliding into his mouth so carefully. Coffee and sugar and whiskey and cream and cinnamon—Trey tasted just like Christmas. He sucked lightly on Trey's tongue, need expanding in his belly and rushing down into his balls. A low noise slipped into his mouth, Trey's hand tightening on his waist, pulling him closer. He could feel Trey all along his side and their legs were pressed together. He put his arm around Trey's shoulders, holding on, staying close. They fit together well, Trey's body was warm and relaxed, not soft, though, the muscles firm against him. Russ lost himself in the kisses, in the way Trey's mouth fit against his, in the tastes and scents that were Trey. One of Trey's hands slid around the nape of his neck, massaging, rubbing, making him melt. He wasn't a virgin, had made out with guys before, but he couldn't ever remember kissing feeling so good, so amazing.

  Trey leaned back a little, breathing a little quick, dark eyes almost black. “You taste good.”

  He nodded. “So do you. Better than anything I've ever tasted.” He brought their mouths together again. “I don't want to stop kissing you.”

  “We've got nothing but time...” Trey's smile felt great, so did the brush of long eyelashes against his skin as they kissed. He shifted, putting both arms around Trey's shoulders so he was holding Trey close. Necking on the couch. That's what they were doing. It was an old fashioned word, but it suited them just fine. Trey's hands wound around his waist, the kisses growing slowly deeper, more exploratory, Trey's tongue hot and slick against his own. The couch was comfortable and Trey was warm, the lights pretty, making it seem magical. They ended up leaning on the back of the couch, Trey against his arm, deep kisses gentling into brushes of lips and playful little nibbles before slowly becoming breathless again. The heat in his belly was rippling now, like a slow, deep burn that held him caught. Not that he wanted to be anywhere but here, doing this.

  “I think we missed your Christmas special, Russ.” Trey's voice gave him goose bumps, so low and husky. It warmed him, made that fire burn brighter.

  “This is pretty special all on its own,” he whispered back, hands opening and closing on Trey's shoulders. “I might even be willing to forego presents for more of this.”

  “Oh, I wouldn't ask you to do that.” Trey's lips nuzzled the corner of his mouth. “I want to watch you open your presents.”

  A shiver went through him as his mind supplied him an image of just exactly what it was he wanted to open.

  “Mmm ... Do that again?” Another so-soft kiss, Trey's dark eyes watching him.

  He gasped softly. “Do what?”

  “That pretty shivery thing. It made your whole face light up.” Trey grinned at him, fingers tracing along the small of his back.

  “Oh...” He blushed, shivering again, this time at the sensations Trey's fingers were leaving on his skin.

  “Yeah. Oh.” Trey's nose rubbed alongside his own, making his toes curl as their lips met again. He made a soft noise and opened his mouth wide, inviting Trey in again. Trey accepted his invitation, the kiss deep and heady, stealing his breath, making the whole room spin. He just held on and kissed back as best he could, hoping it was as good for Trey as it was for him. It seemed like forever and then not nearly long enough when Trey leaned back, breathing hard. “I ... I need to slow down or I'm gonna end up ... You know.”

  Oh yeah, he knew. His own cock was throbbing, pushing hard against his jeans. He sat back, putting a little room between them and reached for his coffee cup with not exactly steady hands. “I know what you mean.”

  Trey nodded, stretching for a cookie and Russ could see the line of Trey's cock, pressing and filling out those dark jeans. He moaned as his prick jerked, the sound low and deep, surprising him. Trey stopped, a slow shudder moving through that long body. “Russ...”

  “I can't help it, Trey, you're ... you make me melt.”

  “If you keep saying stuff like that, I'm going to touch you.”

  Trey said that like the man thought it was a bad thing. “Is that a promise?”

  Almost black eyes caught his gaze, held it. He could see the lights from the tree reflected in them. “Yes, Russ. It is.”

  Another shiver went through him, his balls aching, his belly clenching tight. “Please, Trey ... touch me?”

  Trey nodded, one hand sliding up his thigh, the other along his belly. All the time those eyes just watched.

  Oh. Oh, he was going to come if Trey kept that up. He shivered under the warm, agile hands, breath coming fast, quick. “Trey...”

  “Yeah, Russ?” One thumb ghosted over his balls, just nudged his cock.

  “Trey!” He jerked, hips pushing up, searching for another touch, just one more, oh God, please.

  “I've got you.” That hard, hot hand cupped his cock, holding him and giving him the pressure he needed. He cried out, eyes rolling back as the pleasure make him shake. He shot, heat filling his jeans and he didn't even care, just rode it, enjoyed it, let it make him feel good.

  “Oh, God...” Trey's mouth crashed down on his, this kiss hungry, wanting, tongue sliding deep.

  He kissed Trey back, riding the aftershocks, the shivers and shudders of his orgasm. He could feel Trey, hard and hot, sliding against his thigh, hips pushing in the same rhythm as their kiss. He reached around and grabbed Trey's butt, pulling Trey closer. Trey whimpered into his lips, ass rubbing against his hands. He licked at the inside of Trey's mouth and he could taste the pleasure there. He wanted to feel Trey come, wanted to taste that.

  Trey's eyes went wide and Russ could see himself there as the long body shuddered and rocked, a low cry pushing into his mouth. Their kisses gentled as Trey settled against him and his eyes closed and he just felt. He felt amazing.

  A soft kiss brushed against his jaw. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Oh yeah. I have a feeling it's going to be a really good one.”

  Trey chuckled and nodded. “I think it already has been really good, Russ.”

  He grinned, feeling good and lazy and oh, he hadn't felt like this in forever, maybe ever. “Yeah. Merry Christmas to you, too, Trey.”

  Another kiss and then they sort of just settled, quiet and together, the lights making the room seem to sparkle.

  Oh, he could sit here all night, just like this. Maybe he would.

  * * * *

  Christmas morning dawned cold and crisp, and Trey hurried out of his bed and into jeans to take care of the critters before Russ woke up. He stopped outside Russ’ door, just tempted to go in and steal a kiss, wake Russ up, but he reckoned everyone should get to rest if they could on Christmas morning. He hurried through his chores, loving on Pud and the rest and giving them each an apple for their Christmas treat, pouring out some good feed for the goats and cattle. By the time he headed in, the sun was up and his nose was frozen and he was feeling all about Christmas.

  He could hear Russ in the kitchen, loudly singing Christmas carols. And if he wasn't mistaken, he could smell pancakes.

  “Merry Christmas!” He took off his coat and hung it up, clapping his hands together to warm them.

  Russ turned around from the stove, cheeks bright with warmth, eyes just plain happy. He was given a smile. “Merry Christmas, Trey. Pancakes are almost done.”

  “Oh, cool. Do I time for a quick shower, or should I wait?"Russ gave him a slow once over. “Sure, that'll give me time to set the table and get out the condiments. Please tell me you don't wan
t salsa for the pancakes.”

  “No salsa. Syrup.” He grinned and hurried into the shower, turning the hot water on strong and putting a little palm to skin as the warmth mixed with the memory of the look in Russ’ eyes to make him want. When he turned the shower off, Russ was still singing, moving from one carol to another. He dried off, whistling along, pulling on his good green sweater and soft jeans, brushing his hair with his fingers.

  “Trey?” Russ called his name from the kitchen. “You coming?”

  “Yeah. On my way. Just warming my bones.” He grabbed the presents for Russ and put them under the tree before heading into the kitchen. “Smells good.”

  “Thanks. I thought it would be nice to cook up something special, seeing as you let me sleep in and did the chores all on your own.” Russ put the coffee pot on the table and sat. “Eat ‘em while they're hot.”

  Gold and round and oh ... He loved pancakes. Loved them enough not to fuck with Russ and put salsa on them. Russ seemed to like them plenty, too, and there wasn't much conversation as they put them away, slathered with butter and drowned in syrup. By the time he was finished, he was full as a tick and drowsy. “God, that was perfect. Thank you.”

  He got that sweet smile from Russ again. “You're welcome. Merry Christmas.” Then Russ grinned. “Presents as soon as the dishes are done?”

  “Excellent. I'll wash. You cooked.” He stood up and started gathering plates. “You sleep good last night?”

  “Yeah, real good.” Russ’ cheeks pinked. “You?”

  “Slept like a baby.” He gave Russ a grin. “Felt good in my bones.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean.” Russ put the syrup and butter away and then lingered nearby as he did the washing up.

  He finished up right quick, then dried his hands. “You gonna kiss me good morning?” His grin felt like it started down in his belly.

  “Yeah, I am.” Russ stepped up to him, close enough they were just touching from chest to knees. Russ was just a bit shorter than him, head tilted, mouth already open for the kiss. He just leaned right into Russ, lips parted, tongue sliding in for a long, lazy, good morning kiss. Russ’ arms slid around his waist, holding him loosely.

  Oh, it felt good, made him hum and shift closer, just floating on the tastes and heat against him. Russ tasted like the sweet doughy pancakes they'd eaten, with a bitter hint of coffee. Beneath that was Russ himself, pure male and all good. He kept it easy, just licking and tasting, moaning a little as Russ touched him.

  “I've got the best present ever right here in my arms,” murmured Russ.

  “Oh...” He reached up and cupped Russ’ cheeks, tilting that pretty head so he could deepen the kiss. “You say things like that and expect me not to need you?”

  “I'm just trying to be honest.” Russ pressed closer and he could feel the honest want in the hard line of Russ’ prick.

  “I'm all about honesty.” He took a long, hard kiss, fingers sliding into Russ’ hair. Russ rubbed against him, fingers finding their way under his sweater to stroke over his back. Oh. Oh, that made him want skin-on-shin, made him want to taste and lick and hear Russ cry out.

  “I don't think I'm going to make it to the tree before I open my present,” Russ whispered into his mouth.

  “I'm all yours. Merry Christmas.”

  “Oh ... Merry Christmas, Trey.” Russ’ fingers slid along his waistband, teasing below it.

  That made his belly shiver, made his toes curls. “Russ ... feels so good...”

  “You make me want to do ... things to you.”

  He nodded, shivered, cock hard as nails. “Promise?”

  Russ nodded. “Can I start now?”

  “I think you'd better.” He gave Russ a goofy grin, every nerve in his body on fire.

  “Cool.” Russ pushed his sweater up and over his head, making a soft noise. “Oh, definitely the best present ever, Trey.”

  He looked down, his winter-pale skin covered in goose bumps of anticipation, nipples as hard as tiny stones. Russ’ fingers slid over his pecs and then flicked across his nipples before moving down to stroke his abs. The whole time, Russ’ eyes were following his hands, the kid fascinated. God, it made him feel so sexy, so hot, so hard. He leaned into the touches, moaning softly, watching Russ watch him.

  “Man, you look good. Skin's so soft...” Russ spoke quietly, almost to himself.

  “Not making me soft, Russ.”

  Russ’ eyes shot up to his, surprised and then amused, warm grin lighting up Russ’ face. “Good.”

  “You ... You want to go sit, or...” His words trailed off, unsure whether he was breaking some serious taboo by inviting a man to his bed on Christmas morning.

  “I don't want to sit,” Russ told him, fingers still moving, stroking over his muscles.

  “What ... Oh, that's good ... What do you want?”

  “I've got all the presents I want right here.” Russ’ fingers were playing with his waistband again. “I want ... a lot less clothes and a flat surface.”

  “Bed?” He tilted Russ’ face up until their eyes met. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. “Come to bed with me?”

  Russ nodded, smile slow and sweet. “Please.”

  “Yes.” And that was that. He took Russ’ hand and led them down the hall to his room. Russ hesitated at the door, looking around, taking it in. “Come on in. The bed's soft.” He tugged gently. “I won't bite.”

  “Not even if I ask nicely?” Russ asked. Oh, that was nice. They were both laughing as they hit the bed, the tension released and eased right on up.

  Russ brought their mouths back together, hands resuming their explorations. He started unbuttoning Russ’ shirt, looking for skin, looking to touch that sweet heat. Russ fed him a sweet moan, hands stuttering for a moment on his skin.

  “You'll tell me? If you want me to stop?” His fingertips brushed Russ’ collarbone.

  Russ’ eyes met his again in surprise. “I don't want you to stop. Do you want me to stop?”

  “God, no. Please. Don't stop.”

  Russ smiled. “Okay. I won't if you won't.”

  “It's a deal.” He worked Russ’ shirt off, fingers tracing the lean muscles. “You're so warm...”

  “You, too. Feels good.” Russ’ fingers were back to teasing along his waistband.

  “Yeah. Wanted to do this so long.” He leaned in and kissed Russ’ shoulder, tongue slipping out to taste.

  “So why...” Russ moaned. “So why didn't you?”

  “Because I like you, like you a lot. Wouldn't fuck that up for anything.” He explored, licking and kissing.

  “Oh ... Trey...” Russ’ hands slid into his hair to cup his head, tilting it and bringing their mouths together in a wild kiss. They leaned together, ending up side-by-side on the mattress, bodies pushing together, chests sliding, skin-on-skin. Russ’ fingers slid down to fumble with his jeans. “Want to touch you.”

  “Please. Yes.” He cupped Russ’ ass, squeezing. His jeans came open and Russ didn't even try to push them down or off, just wrapped warm, strong fingers around his prick. “Oh!” Trey threw his head back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Russ!”

  “So hot ... oh man, like fire in my hand.”

  “Oh, feels so good. Russ. Damn.” His hips were sliding, shifting and pushing his cock along that wide palm.

  “Trey, so big. Man. And hot.” Russ moaned, fingers squeezing, tugging.

  “You're gonna make me come.” His fingers tried to work open Russ’ pants, tried to find what was hidden there.

  Russ chuckled, the sound breathless, unsteady. “That's the idea, Trey.”

  “I go that quick, I'll lose my reputation as a stud...” He got Russ’ fly open, fingers fishing out the long, hard cock.

  Russ gasped and jerked. “Trey!”

  “Yeah...” He ran his thumb over the tip, moaning at the soft, damp heat. “Damn...”

  Russ’ hand around his prick tightened and those pretty eyes widened and Russ was coming. Heat spille
d over his hands and Russ’ cry filled the air. The scent and feel sent him right over, made him buck and moan, his balls so tight as he shot. Russ moaned again, lips sliding over his cheek.

  “Oh ... Good.” He kept moving his hand, pumping gently.

  “You're not careful you're going to make me hard again.”

  “Is this a bad thing?” He grinned, kept touching.

  Russ laughed and kissed him. “No. No, it's not a bad thing at all.”

  “Oh, good.” They chuckled together, working towards naked, Russ’ eyes dancing.

  “At least we got them open this time,” Russ murmured as he pulled his jeans off.

  “Next time we'll be naked.” He moaned as Russ’ body brushed up against his. Well, if not next time, then the time after that, for sure.

  Chapter 8

  Russ was dozing. Cozy and warm and man, it smelled like Trey and sweat and sex and ... oh yeah. Yeah. He was in Trey's bed. It was Christmas morning and he was in Trey's bed. Wow.

  This was a comfy bed. The guy curled up around him wasn't bad either. He glanced at the clock on Trey's bedside table—it was almost eleven. He wasn't sure when exactly they were supposed to go up to the big house for Christmas Dinner, but there were presents to unwrap and he needed another shower and ... well, he wasn't going to say no to playing with the best Christmas present ever once more. His dick started slowly filling at the direction of his thoughts and he curled into Trey, moaning softly as he slid along warm skin.

  Trey purred softly and wrapped around him. “Russ...”

  He smiled, oh, yeah. “What time do we have to go to the big house?” he asked. He'd rather stay right where he was, but figured they had an obligation to go.

  “Mmm ... noon thirty.” Trey nuzzled his jaw, nibbling.

  “Oh, then we've got time.” He tilted his head, giving Trey more access.

  “Yeah...” Those soft lips trailed over his skin, exploring his throat.

  “Oh ... I was thinking presents, but ... oh, feels good, Trey.” He slid his hands over Trey's skin, so warm and smooth and it made him feel really, really good to touch.

  “Thought you were my present.” Trey's hand wandered down his back to cup his ass, teeth testing his jaw.