Fine as Frog Hair

by Sean Michael

  He jerked at the sensation, moaned and pushed closer. “I thought it went—you're my present.”

  “That works. All yours.” Trey lifted his head and grinned, then took his mouth, tongue pushing deep. Oh, he could get used to this. Trey made him feel sexy and cherished and just damned good. Trey moaned into his mouth, slowly pulling them together, all heat and want and pleasure.

  “This sure beats socks and peanut brittle,” he murmured, moaning at the sensation of Trey's heat sliding along his belly. He shivered, his own cock pressing against skin.

  Trey chuckled. “How does it rank against Hot Wheels and a new video game, though?”

  “Hmmm ... I don't know, I think I'd have to play with this present some more, in order to make a more accurate comparison.” The tease probably would have worked better if he hadn't sounded so turned on.

  “Well, you've got me unwrapped...”

  “Yeah, and I'm fixin’ to play with you again...” His color was high from the teasing, but he held onto the drawl while he said it and wrapped his hand around Trey's cock. Oh man, he was having a good time. A wonderful time. Forget the moment before this all started—he wanted to freeze time right here.

  Trey moaned and shifted, pushing closer, those dark eyes closing. “Oh, that feels so good.”

  “Good.” He kissed the hollow of Trey's neck and slowly moved downward, licking and kissing, moaning at the flavor of Trey's skin. The whole time his hand slowly stroked Trey's cock—he was going to taste that heat in a minute.

  “Oh...” Trey's belly rippled, twitching for him, calling to him. He followed that call, licking at the soft ridges, tracing the muscles with his tongue. Oh, man, he was a lucky guy. Trey's hands were in his hair, petting and stroking, not trying to guide, but touching, trying to make him feel good. He hummed happily, tongue sliding into Trey's bellybutton. He could taste a hint of Trey's come and it made him want more. The scent of Trey was warm, the heavy cock wet-tipped and dark where it bobbed over shiny black pubes. He nuzzled Trey's hips, licked the little indentations next to them, making Trey wait, making himself wait. Those long, thin thighs parted, heavy balls nestled beside silken inner thighs. He made his way down there, nuzzling the soft sacs, the pale skin on the inside of Trey's legs. There was so much to lick and touch and kiss and taste and he wanted it all.

  “Russ...” His name came out in a whisper, Trey's voice shocked and stunned. He looked up, met the dark eyes as he licked a line from the base of Trey's cock to the tip where that taste waited for him.

  “Oh ... Oh, please...” Trey shuddered, white teeth biting into that full bottom lip. He whimpered, tongue sliding across the tip of Trey's cock, flavor exploding in his mouth. So strong, so good. Trey's flesh jerked against his lips, thick and hot in his hand

  “Trey,” he murmured, licking at the head like it was an ice cream, only ice creams were cold and Trey wasn't cold. No, not cold at all.

  “Oh, God. You ... you make me so hot. Make me want so bad.” Trey was whimpering, moaning. He nodded. Yeah, he knew that feeling. He licked a moment longer and then slid Trey's prick into his mouth, lips closing over the base of the flared head. Heat slammed through him at the feeling of it, the taste. The knowing what he was doing, sucking Trey's cock. Trey cried out, arching against the bed, eyes rolling and hands tangling in the sheets. He started to suck, slowly taking in more and more until he had about half of Trey's prick in his mouth. He kept his hand wrapped around the base, moving it with his mouth. “Oh ... Oh, God. I'll come, Russ. Gonna make me come.”

  Yeah, that was the idea. Oh fuck ... they weren't using condoms. Shit. He pulled off with a sob, burying his face in the hollow of Trey's hip as he jerked Trey off with his hand. Trey's hands tugged him up, brought their lips together in a hot, fierce kiss as Trey rolled them, hips pushing their cocks together. He gasped into Trey's mouth, hips bucking up against Trey, rubbing back fiercely. Trey's eyes were flashing, fingers hard as he brought them together.

  “Trey!” Oh, he was close—so close.

  “Yes. Now. Please.” Trey groaned and came, heat splashing on his cock. He screamed, bucking up against Trey as he came too. Trey gave him slow, sloppy kisses, hands petting slowly. “So good.”

  He nodded. “You think Santa put ... you know, stuff under the tree for us?”

  “I reckon so.” Those black eyes danced.

  He rolled his eyes, cheeks heating. “You know what I meant. Stuff for ... this...” He waved at their bodies.

  “You mean rubbers and stuff. I think I've got us covered. I ... I haven't much and never without but ... I'd get a test if you would.” The words were quiet, tentatively offered.

  “Oh ... you want ... so we don't have to—yeah. Okay. Yes.” He nodded. Yeah. He wanted to do that with Trey, wanted to feel everything au natural.

  “Yes. Cool.” He got a warm grin and Trey rubbed their noses together. “Shower?”

  “Can we share?” He didn't want to be away from Trey even for the time it would take to shower.

  “I was sort of counting on it.” He got another long kiss and he just melted against Trey.

  “Merry Christmas, Trey.” Merry Christmas indeed.

  * * * *

  Trey felt all dressed up in his new shirt from home and a good pair of jeans, still the Gonzales’ were fancier people than he was and they sure went all out just for lunch. He grabbed a plate of turkey and ham, added some of that cranberry stuff and some green beans and went looking for a place to sit. A place to sit and think about why in Sam Hell his innards were all tingly and knotted and he felt like he was flying. A place to sit and think about Russ.

  The object of his thoughts walked by, talking quietly to Mr. G., looking good in the outfit Trey had bought for him, too. Russ’ glance slid in his direction, the kid's cheeks finding a spot of color as he was given a shy smile and then they were past him, working over the buffet table. His cheeks pinked and he fiddled with his plate, picking and watching and relaxing.

  “You fucked him.” Marty's voice was low, the smartass sitting close by. “Admit it.”

  Trey looked over, eyes wide. “Marty! You smarmy bastard! It's Christmas!”

  Marty crowed. “You did! What did you do, dress up as Santa and one of his elves?”

  “You are an evil old thing and you'd best watch your mouth.” His cheeks were flaming. Asshole.

  “'Bout time you got laid. Was he any good in the sack?” Marty looked entirely unrepentant.

  “Marty! Stop it before I tell your mother you spent your textbook money to get your dick pierced.”

  Marty just laughed. “All right, I'll go quiz the kid.”

  “You leave him be, you jackass. Did you get anything cool for Christmas?” Distraction, that was the ticket.

  “Xbox, a trip to the islands,” Marty shrugged. “The usual. You? Aside from the kids’ ass of course.”

  “Prick.” He grinned. “Got a shirt from the folks and a gift certificate. Russ and I are saving our presents for later.”

  “Oh, I'll bet you are.”

  “Bitch.”

  “Now, now, play nice—it's Christmas.” He'd be damned if Marty didn't have a shit-eating grin on him.

  He laughed and shook his head. “He's a good guy, Marty, don't bother him.”

  “You're awful sweet on him all of a sudden.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “You're cruising for a bruising.”

  Marty just laughed, the sounds bringing his mother right on over. Trey set the plate aside and stood, shaking Mrs. Gonzales’ hand. “Merry Christmas, ma'am.”

  She grinned and nodded, handing him an envelope. “Here's your Christmas bonus, Trey. Enjoy.”

  “Don't spend it all on the same person,” murmured Marty, eyes twinkling.

  He kicked Marty. Hard. “Thank you, ma'am.”

  “Merry Christmas, Trey.”

  She went over to Mr. Gonzales and Russ came to him and Marty, plate full. “Hey guys, what's up?”

  Marty nearly choked to death.
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  “Marty was just telling me how much he was looking forward to visiting his Aunt Laurie and Grandmother.” He gave Marty a *look*.

  “You've got a big family, Marty?” Russ asked, looking like he wanted to sit down, but not sure where. Trey moved over so Russ could sit, grinning at Marty's glare. Russ sat and gave him a soft smile, looking away again, hand *accidentally* brushing his leg. It sent a rush of heat up to the base of his belly, made him hard.

  Russ gasped softly and Marty rolled his eyes. “Lordy, you two have it bad. Just don't make out on the couch—you can escape back to your sex shack soon enough.”

  He gave Marty a look, starting to get pissed off. “Watch it, Marty. I'd hate to call you out on Christmas day.”

  “Oh, come on, I brought him home for you and you take six months to appreciate my gift, I think I'm allowed a little smug.”

  Russ made a choking noise.

  “Martin Gonzales, don't make me rip your tongue out.”

  Marty just laughed. “Merry Christmas, kids. I left your presents out behind the barn.”

  With that Marty gave them a wink and sauntered off back to the table.

  He rolled his eyes, grinned over at Russ. “Don't pay him no mind. He's a jackass—my oldest friend, but a jackass.”

  Russ smiled at him. “What do you think is out behind the barn?”

  “God knows—a case of beer, a box of condoms. There's no telling, though I reckon we ought to go see before someone else does.”

  Russ chuckled and then the smile softened. “I wouldn't mind getting you out behind the barn.”

  “Oh, I could so handle that.” He ducked his head. “I'm done partying. Wanna?”

  Russ nodded and put his plate aside. “I do.”

  “Cool.” He stood up and put his plate away, nodding at Mrs. G. and steadfastly ignoring Marty as they left. As soon as they were outside, Russ stepped a little closer as they made their way to the back of the barn. Russ caught site of the dirt bikes a few seconds before he did, the kid stopping, jaw dropping. Oh, that little asshole.

  He blinked, shook his head. “Well, I'll be ... Look at those.”

  He wandered over, hands trailing over the metal. Damn. Just ... Damn.

  “Oh man, those must have cost a fortune.” Russ was still hanging back a little.

  “Yeah. Marty ... Marty's got so damned much he spends it like it's water.”

  “You ever ridden one of these?” Russ asked, coming over and checking the bikes out a little closer.

  “Not for a real long time, no. Marty and I did some, when we were kids.” He checked out the curve of Russ’ butt. “You?”

  “Nope. But after learning to ride a horse, I should be up for anything.” Russ gave him a shy grin.

  “Cool. Maybe we could go for a ride.” He grinned back. “Later. When it's warmer.”

  Russ chuckled. “Whatever are we going to do ‘til then?”

  “Eat tamales?” He winked. “Watch cartoons?”

  “Among other things?” Russ looked at him, smiled softly.

  He blushed and nodded. “Yeah. I have a couple three ideas.”

  “Yeah, me too.” Russ shivered a little. “Let's go home?”

  He nodded, heart beating hard. “Yeah. Let's go.”

  The little house was warm and just waiting on them.

  * * * *

  Russ settled on the couch, realizing that there was the perfect spot worn in, just for him. That, along with Trey himself had to be the most wonderful Christmas gifts ever, but there were still a bunch more under the tree as he and Trey had been a little ... distracted when they'd come in. He watched Trey come in with coffee and wondered if that was going to be a trend. Maybe they'd still have those gifts to unwrap come New Years. That didn't sound so bad.

  Trey sat down beside him, handed him a mug. “Man, I don't think I'll ever eat again. Those tamales were good.”

  “Yeah, they were.” He moved a little, out of his groove so he and Trey were touching, shoulders and legs. “I can get used to those every Christmas.”

  Oh man, had he just said that?

  Trey nudged his shoulder, grinning ear-to-ear. “Okay. It's a deal.”

  Oh. He grinned back. “Yeah, okay.” He nodded at the presents. “I can't ever remember a Christmas I wasn't eager to open the presents under the tree.”

  “Yeah? Sure looks pretty, all lit up.” Trey might have been talking about the tree, but those dark eyes were looking right at him.

  He felt his cheeks warm and his smile grew wider. “It does,” he agreed, eyes holding Trey's.

  “Oh, man. You know how good it feels to want to kiss you and know I'll be able to?” Trey looked so damned happy.

  “You been wanting to long?” he asked, leaning forward a little.

  “Uh-huh.” Trey scooted closer, lips almost brushing his own.

  “Me too.” He closed the distance between their mouths. Oh, Trey's lips were soft and warm and he didn't think he'd ever get tired of tasting them. Trey kept watching him as they kissed, just looked and licked and ran one warm hand around his waist. That made him moan, made him move closer and a little voice in the back of his head laughed and said he should take that presents still unopened at New Year's bet.

  They relaxed against the back of the couch, ending almost in each others’ laps. He wrapped his own hands around Trey's waist, loving the way he could feel Trey's heat through the layers of t-shirt and sweater. Trey seemed like they could just stay right there, kissing him, tasting him. That suited him just fine and he held on tight, the kisses making him feel like he was floating.

  “God, you taste good.” Trey's words were whispered, eyelashes brushing his skin. He whimpered, hands clutching, pulling Trey even closer. Trey went, slowly lowering him down on the sofa, leaning above him, taking one long kiss after another. He tugged on Trey's waist, pulling that long body down against him. “Feel so damned good, Russ.” Trey started rubbing against him.

  “Yeah. Yes. Oh.” He gasped and sighed, moving to meet Trey's body. Hot and sure and strong above him, Trey's kisses just kept getting deeper and stronger. It felt so good. Felt like he was drowning in the kisses and he didn't want it to stop.

  “Want you. God. Russ.” He nodded. Yeah, he wanted, too. Wanted Trey bad. Trey worked their jeans open, groaning into his mouth as their cocks slid together. He started to buck up, moaning. Trey's hand was around his ass, pulling him closer in rhythm, and he cried out, biting Trey's lower lip. He was close, so close.

  “Russ...” His name sounded so sexy when Trey whispered it, seed spraying against him.

  “Oh!” He gasped, body shaking as he came, too.

  Trey's breath slowed, kiss easing. “Yeah. Oh.”

  He licked at Trey's lips, making a happy noise. Man, he felt good. He figured he had a pretty goofy grin on his face.

  “Merry Christmas, Russ.” Trey's grin was heading for goofy itself.

  He laughed, the sound seriously drifting into giggle territory. “Merry Christmas.”

  “The most merriest.” Trey snorted, eyes dancing. He was giggling now, the snort setting him off. Trey's fingers found his ribs, driving him crazy. He tried to fight back but just wound up rolling them onto the floor. Trey was laughing hard now, holding him on top of the lean body.

  He kissed Trey hard and then reached for one of the packages under the tree. “Here, Merry Christmas.”

  Trey grinned and reached, found a flat box wrapped in red paper. “Back atcha.”

  He gave Trey a quick kiss and sat up. “You first.”

  Trey ripped into the package, oohing and aahing over the book in the box. “Oh, wicked! Look there's a picture of our babies, look at that.”

  He grinned, pleased Trey liked the book and then pulled open his own present. “Oh man,” he said when he saw the shirt, suede soft under his fingertips. He gave Trey a teasing grin. “You trying to turn me into a cowboy?”

  “Nah. Chocolate's doing that. I was just thinking it would look real pretty and feel re
al good.” Trey was flushed, eyes shy.

  “Oh.” He smiled and took off his shirt, putting on the brown suede. “Yeah, you were right. It does feel good.”

  “Yeah? Cool.” Trey reached out, petting his belly. “Oh. Yeah.”

  His muscles rippled under Trey's touch. “You keep that up and we won't get anymore presents opened.”

  “Can't have that ... There's new jeans under there for you to try on.”

  “You're just trying to get me out of my pants,” he teased. Heck, he was already half out of them, zipper open, dick spilling out.

  Trey nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  “I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” Oh man, that was corny. He ducked his head. Trey laughed hard, hands pushing off those dark jeans, giving him a look at that little butt. He might have whimpered a little, eyes glued to Trey's body as he returned the favor. When he finally looked back up at Trey he was more than a little hard.

  Trey reached over, fingers trailing over his cock. “So pretty.”

  He shivered, made a soft sound and leaned toward Trey, everything falling away but Trey's touch and Trey's eyes. Those fingers traced his shaft, slid around the crown, then down to his balls to cup them as Trey's cheek came to rest on his shoulder. He reached out, hands connecting with Trey's waist, holding on as he swayed, another whimper getting caught in his throat and leaving him on a sigh.

  “I've wanted to touch you so long. Been dreaming about you, about this when I...” Trey's voice trailed off. “You know.”

  A shudder went through him. “I know,” he whispered. He closed his eyes, thumbs stroking Trey's hip bones as he breathed in, loving the way Trey felt, the way Trey smelt. “Feels so good.”

  “It does. I didn't think you'd feel so hot in my hand, so soft. God, Russ...” Trey's voice was stunned, sexy.

  “You keep talking like that, you're going to make me come just from your words.” It wasn't flattery either, or making it more than it was—it was truth.

  “Is that bad?” Trey nuzzled. “I just can't believe it's real.”

  “Feels real. Feels good. Not bad.”

  “I can smell you.” Trey groaned, kissed him. He made some inarticulate noise, pushing close, gasping as their bodies slid together. Oh, it was so good. “I got some stuff right. I knew you'd be hot and I'd kinda see sometimes, when you were hard, you know? But I didn't think about how you'd smell, all warm and good...”