Jonah clutched the back of the couch, his body tense for just a moment, and then he relaxed, opened his eyes a crack and watched. He moaned again as Max eased his finger free and then slid two inside, this time Max twisted them against the tight ring of muscles.
Rucking Jonah’s shirt up higher Max bent closer and pressed his tongue flat against an exposed nipple. As he twisted his fingers inside Jonah’s passage, Max teased at the nipple with lips, tongue, and teeth.
Now that their positions shifted, Jonah unclenched his hand from the back of the couch and reached down to take Max’s cock into his hand, stroking and teasing him to erection again.
“Damn, you’re hot, Jonah,” Max whispered against Jonah’s chest.
“You’re hot, too, Max,” Jonah mewled. “I haven’t felt this way since—”
“Shhh,” Max murmured as he transferred his attention to Jonah’s other nipple. “You’ll feel it again…” and he bit down on Jonah’s nipple and then immediately soothed it with his tongue.
The couch was narrow, but they settled into a rhythm, Jonah’s leg up over Max’s shoulder, Max’s foot braced against the floor. When Max eased up to find Jonah’s lips again, he pressed three fingers inside and held. Jonah gripped Max’s cock tightly and feathered his thumb over the tip.
“I want you, Max,” Jonah whispered against Max’s opened mouth.
Max growled and reached for the lube again, but Jonah writhed up against him. “Now, I’m ready for you now.” Most of the time his partners were rough with him; this gentleness was something he liked, even though he wasn’t used to it.
“Easy,” Max crooned. He pulled back and met Jonah’s eyes. He caressed Jonah’s cheek, and then as Jonah released him, he guided himself, pushed against Jonah’s hole, and for a moment just held his eyes.
Jonah opened his mouth, and as Max began to slide inside, he arched his neck. “Oh fuck, that’s good, Max.”
Twisting their bodies and keeping himself lodged in Jonah’s passage, Max changed positions until he sat on the couch with Jonah facing him on his lap. With feverish fingers Jonah unbuttoned Max’s shirt and then swept his fingers over his chest. Max tucked his hands under Jonah’s shirt again and pushed it up over his head. They bent their heads close together.
“So tight, Jonah, feels so good.”
Jonah reached down to steady the base of his cock, and then he bent forward and claimed Max’s mouth for a kiss. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
Max clamped his hands on Jonah’s hips, pushing him up and letting him settle back down. He reached up to clamp his hand around Jonah’s cock and stroked as Jonah bounced up and down, and then he growled in frustration. “Not enough.”
Twisting again, he pulled out and turned Jonah to kneel on the couch. He pushed in from behind, clamped his hands tightly on Jonah’s hips and began to rock against him. “Yes, fuck, yes….”
Jonah buried his cheek against the sofa cushion and gripped his own cock. He pushed back against each thrust and stroked himself, heard Max’s breathing hitch as he neared release. He felt Max’s body shudder, heard his growl of release, and let go, driven to orgasm just by the feel of Max’s shaft hitting against his spot. He reached up and dug his nails into the arm of the couch as the colorful lights of the most intense release he’d felt in years racked his body. He was only vaguely aware of Max pulling out.
Max collected the pillows from the back of the couch and tossed them to the floor. In a basket on the floor beside the couch was a stack of airplane blankets. Gently he eased Jonah against the back of the couch, then curled his own body down in front of him, and covered them both with a blanket. Face to face, their foreheads touched.
“That was….” Jonah’s voice trailed off, and he reached down to brush the backs of his fingers against Max’s crotch.
“Shhh.” Max eased forward to brush his lips over Jonah’s. “It’s too bad we missed Christmas Eve at home, but….”
“It’s the best Christmas—” Jonah broke off, afraid to say too much, to seem too needy.
“I heard you, Jonah,” Max said, “when you said you haven’t felt this way since, and I completed what you stopped yourself from saying. It’s a damn shame you don’t have anyone to make you feel like this, because you sure deserve it.”
Jonah curled closer, too overcome to respond.
“Truth be told, this was a hell of a lot better than I’d have gotten at home.” Max reached down to press a finger against Jonah’s lips, stopping him from responding. “Change can be good for a body sometimes. Ever hear that old saying about making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear?”
Jonah nodded and looped his arm up over Max’s back.
“Well, I wouldn’t have thought of you as a sow’s purse, but you’re smoother than silk, that’s for sure.”
“Damnit, Max, gruff old man like you, where’d you learn such flowery language?”
“Watch your mouth, son,” Max said with mock severity, “I ain’t no more than six or seven years older than you. Hush up now and get some shut eye.”
Jonah snuggled closer and whispered against Max’s chest. “Merry Christmas, old man.”
Max grunted, “Same to you, young whippersnapper.”
* * *
Jonah woke first the next morning, stiff and cold on the uncomfortable couch. He eased up and looked toward the window; it was frosted over. He sighed and settled back down, wiggling in closer against Max’s warmth.
Max stirred, shifted, and pulled Jonah up on top of him before opening his eyes.
“Mornin’,” he rumbled.
“It’s Christmas.” Jonah’s voice was hoarse.
“Looks like I was a good boy,” Max said, “Santa brought me a gift.”
Jonah smiled and snuggled down against Max’s warm body. “It’s cold.”
“Mmm, wonder if it’s still snowing out there,” Max said as he looped his arms up around Jonah’s body.
“Probably,” Jonah said, “but I ain’t getting up to go check.”
“I kind of hope it is,” Max murmured. “Still snowing.”
“Yeah, but if it is, then you won’t get home to Seth for Christmas,” Jonah said softly.
“Mmm,” Max said as he closed his eyes, “Somehow I don’t think he’d mind all that much.”
Jonah propped himself up on his elbow traced a finger over Max’s face. “You know, I said I had good hearing, there was something else you said last night, about how you wished he missed you too sometimes.”
“Jesus, son,” Max said. “Can’t I have any secrets?”
“You got lots of secrets, I’m sure,” Jonah whispered.
Max eased back; his head propped against the arm of the couch so that he could meet Jonah’s eyes. He trailed a hand up his back, “When you said you hadn’t felt that way since, I think you didn’t go on because you don’t remember the last time someone treated you like that.”
Jonah tipped his head down, looked away from Max’s intense gaze, “Like what, Max?”
“You know what I mean. It’s been a long time since someone made love to you instead of just fucked you.”
A shiver chased down Jonah’s spine, and he pressed his lips against Max’s chest. “You make me greedy, Max. It’s fuck all early in the morning, I bet we have time for another round.”
“No,” Max said, he slid his hand down to cup Jonah’s ass. “Next round is you and me in bed, and I make love to you the way you really deserve. With candles, music, and rose petals.”
Jonah drew in his breath, and another shiver chased down his spine.
“You’re cold, Jonah,” Max whispered. “Get up and get dressed.”
“No,” Jonah said a little more forcefully than he meant to. “I’m not cold.” He pushed up again. “Did you mean it?”
“I ain’t in the habit of lying, Jonah Bratton,” Max said. “Now get up so I can go and change my flight.”
“What?”
“I’m flying to Raleigh with you so you can have a proper Christmas,
and no arguments.”
Jonah’s eyes grew round and he said, “For real?”
“Yes, for real,” Max said with a hint of irritation, “I just said I ain’t no liar.”
“What if I don’t want you to come?” Jonah said.
“Anyone ever told you that you’re a brat?” Max asked. He shifted so that Jonah lay facing him again, and he reached down to close his hand around Jonah’s stirring erection. “This right here proves you want me.” He tightened his grip. “And I sure as hell want you too.”
Jonah slid his hand down and closed it around Max’s hard length. He leaned up and kissed him, and the kiss turned hard and insistent as they gripped one another tighter.
“Fuck,” Max said breathlessly when the kiss broke, “I have to have you, airline be damned.”
Jonah rose up, tossed the blanket aside and reached for the bottle of lube. “If they come in, they’ll get a show they won’t never forget.” He straddled over Max’s body and poured a stream of lube down over Max’s cock.
“Christ, that’s cold.” Max groaned as he reached up to clamp his hands over Jonah’s hips.
“I’ll warm you up right now,” Jonah said, and he pushed himself up awkwardly, reached down to spread himself open and lowered himself down on Max’s erection. He threw his head back, long hair skimmed over his back, and he opened his mouth in a prolonged wail.
Max raised his knees and eased them up against Jonah’s back. He reached up to close his hand over Jonah’s erection and whispered, “Hot, like fire.”
Jonah splayed his hands out over Max’s chest and began to raise and lower himself, his face a mask of pure abandon. Max stroked in counter rhythm and bucked up against each of Jonah’s downward thrusts.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Max groaned, and he arched up against Jonah as his orgasm broke.
Jonah threw his head back; mouth open in a long keening cry as his cum roped over Max’s body. He settled and opened his eyes, “I think you’re right,” he said breathlessly, “You better see if you can change your flight.”
Max smiled, and eased Jonah up. “And you better get dressed before we do give these people a show they won’t never forget.”
Jonah grinned impishly, and they both dressed hurriedly. Max sat to pull on his shoes just as a knock came on the door.
“Mr. Bratton? Your flight for Raleigh-Durham leaves in an hour.” It was a different attendant, and she kept her eyes averted as she poked her head around the door. “You’ll have time to have a complimentary breakfast before you board.”
Max dug his ticket out of the pocket of his carry-on bag, “I was wondering if you could possibly change my ticket.” He walked over and handed it to her. “I’m slated for Atlanta, but I’d like to get on that Raleigh flight if there’s room.”
“I think that can be arranged,” she said. “Come and see me at the ticket counter before you board.” She looked over at Jonah; “You can call for that breakfast on the courtesy phone. And Merry Christmas to both of you.”
Max smiled, “Likewise,” he said.
Once she left he came over to sit next to Jonah as he called for breakfast. “Can’t think of a better way to spend Christmas,” he said.
“I heard that,” Jonah said as he set the receiver back in the cradle. He scooted over and put his arms around Max’s neck. “And I couldn’t agree more.”
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Rowena Sudbury lives in southern California with her husband, son, and their wonderful rescue dog. Her love of reading was born in the fifth grade, and she began writing soon after that. Writing has always been her passion and escape from the real world.
Rowena finds herself thinking through the minds of her characters quite often, to the point that she always has to carry a small journal with her so she can capture their thoughts and weave them into stories when she gets home.
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