I put my minty coffee to the side and crooked my finger, asking him to come to me. And exactly as I expected, he stuck out his tongue and scrunched his face, making me laugh. “Come, bébé.” I knew the effect bébé had on him, and soon his steaming tea was left to cool on the ledge that divided our sleeping area from the rest of the studio.
“You’re cheating, Aristide,” he said with a surprisingly serious tone, given how hard he was smiling. I grunted in appreciation as he peeled off his shirt. His skin was paler now than in the summer, the months of cold weather taking some of the bronze glow. But that did nothing to diminish his beauty. My mouth watered at the sight of his flat brown nipples. I licked my lips, reaching for him, and he came, like he always did, without hesitation.
We slid down on the bed so he was on top of me. Our bodies touching from toe to forehead. We kissed languidly, like we had all the time in the world, and given that we both had a rare morning off, it felt as if we practically did. I licked into Yin’s mouth, my tongue sliding with his in the way that we’d learned together. Almost two years of kisses—from those first tentative, furtive ones, to hot and hungry ones as we discovered each other, to these practiced, familiar kisses that were no less incendiary.
“I love you,” I gasped as I touched him. Pressing my hands on him, looking for the places I knew made him needy and hot.
“Ummm... I love you too. But I’m still waiting for the reasons,” he said distractedly as he grazed his teeth over my collarbone, before sucking hard on a particularly sensitive spot.
“That’s not fair.” I gasped, and slid my hand under his pajama pants. “Also, here’s reason one,” I said before flipping us over so that he was under me.
“Show-off,” he grumbled even as he moved to take off his pants and briefs. “But the fact that you can toss me across the room is a good reason to get in bed with you.” I lay on my side so I could look at him. He closed his eyes for a couple of beats as he took his cock in hand, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from grabbing him so I could take him in my mouth. “What’s reason number two?” He gasped out the question as he touched himself.
I swallowed hard, reaching for my own cock. “Why don’t I show you?” I gave myself one last long stroke that had Yin following my hand like he was in a trance, before moving so I was kneeling between his legs. His skin was flushed pink, and I bent down to kiss the hollow of his hip, then I moved down so I was right at the juncture of his thigh. He smelled like the peppermint soap he’d bought—because he really was doing the most this holiday season—and I wanted to inhale him.
Once I had Yin how I wanted, I looked up and found him looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes. His broad lips reddened and swollen from our kissing. Yin was the absolute embodiment of joy. From the first day we met, he’d brought sunshine to my world.
I thought about those first few weeks after we’d started working at Nesto’s food truck. I’d only left the detention center where I’d been held after arriving in the US seeking asylum a year before, and I was still struggling. I tried to show lightness to the world I did not feel. Smiling even when inside I felt adrift, still hardly managing to not be overwhelmed by the desperation of those months when I didn’t know if I’d ever get out of there. I had plenty of people who helped me, but I still didn’t quite believe that someone wouldn’t come and take me away. And what was worse, I wasn’t sure if I had the strength left to fight it. But meeting Yin was the start of letting myself hope again. That and the job at OuNYe, finding Nesto and Jude. I’d found a way to make a life here, to imagine a future for myself again, and now I had so much. Including this man, who was currently tugging hard on my ear.
“I’m still waiting to be convinced, Aristide.” His reedy voice brought me back to him and the gift that it was to be inside and warm with Yin wrapped around me.
“I’m doing a terrible job of persuading you to stay in bed with me. I will have to redouble my efforts.” I leaned forward and without preamble took him in my mouth. Immediately he let out a lusty sigh and I could feel him drop back into the pillow. I sucked on the head while I pressed a finger to his hole, just like I knew he liked.
“Ah. Yes, touch me there.” I gave him what he asked for, like always. Because seeing Yin lost in pleasure never failed to fill me up. And whenever he got the chance he did the same for me. Gave me what I needed, always. I tugged and licked, until he was surging into my mouth on the brink of orgasm.
“I’m almost there, don’t stop,” he demanded, urging me to touch him like he knew I could. I pressed my thumb to his rim and relaxed my throat just enough to take him all the way in. Within seconds, he was coming. I took everything he had. My hands all over him. It was always so good with Yin, especially now that we could do this whenever we wanted, that no one could walk in on us. That my uncle wasn’t two rooms away waiting for any excuse to kick me out.
I stayed there with my head on his belly feeling the rise and fall of his breathing as it came back to normal. After a moment he spoke into the silence. “That was a very convincing second reason,” he teased as he ran a slim finger along the edge of my lineup. “But I’m going to need one more reason.” He moved as if he was about to get out of the bed, but I started tickling him until he was a squirming pile of giggles.
“Did you forget my gift and need to run to the CVS to get me a pack of ChapSticks?”
He balked, like I’d said something extremely egregious. “I did not.” He pointed at his chest while I pressed a smile to the skin next to where he’d put his finger. “I got you the perfect present,” he assured me. “So perfect. I’m very proud of myself.” And because he was a little shit, he winked at me as he snaked a hand down until he had my very hard dick in his hand. “I actually feel a little sad for you, because I know mine is going to be so great that you’ll feel bad.”
“Oh really?” I asked, my hips thrusting into his tight grip as if they had a mind of their own.
“Yes, really,” he said, through fits of laughter as I flipped us over again. I stared up into those laughing brown eyes, lust and love mingling together in my chest. I was a lucky bastard and I knew it. “It’s just your bad luck that your boyfriend gives perfect gifts.” He said it with a smile on his face, but his focus was on my chest. Yin never wasted an opportunity to touch me or ever hid how much he loved doing it.
We were quite the contrast. Me, tall and solid with deep brown skin, while he was slighter with skin that could be a glowing bronze or pale. Yin forged forward, his enthusiasm always overshadowing his doubts. Meanwhile I weighed out every option, considered every outcome. He pushed on and I pulled back. But we made sense together. According to Yin, he’d become aware of that fact the moment we met. It took me about another year to see things his way. But we got here.
“I see there’s no dispute about my gift giving prowess,” he boasted as he ran both hands along my flanks, letting his nails graze the skin, making me shiver. I let him touch and explore, biting off curses as he lapped at a nipple or rocked into me so that his ass was rubbing against my hard cock. I was painfully hard, but I knew Yin would give me what I needed soon enough. And I was in the mood to play.
“I don’t know, bébé, I think I might surprise you.” He scrunched his nose adorably as he undulated on top of me, so that the friction on my dick slowly drove me out of my mind. “I don’t think you’re prepared for the gift I have.” That last part I said with a groan, trying hard not to come.
“Oh I’m always ready for it.” I was too close to coming for double entendres or coherent answers, and just sank into the feeling—he redoubled his efforts and soon the pressure had me two more thrusts from blowing. He didn’t seem to mind my lack of response, and slid down my body to take me in his mouth. He sucked on the head hard.
“You’re so good at that, bébé.” I hissed as he took me in fully, hands and mouth working me until I was nothing but a babbling mess. He tongued the slit and press
ed on my hole as he jacked me hard, just like he knew I loved. Soon, ropes of come landed on my chest and belly as Yin watched, his eyes rapt on me. By the time my brain was functioning again, Yin had grabbed a wet wipe from the bedside and cleaned us up. Without saying a word, he got back in bed and put his head on my chest.
“That was very nice. I’m requesting we begin every Christmas Eve like this. Coffee, tea and making love,” I suggested with a grin, turning my head to look at him. His hair was a mess and his cheeks were still flushed from his efforts, and I wanted to keep him like this forever.
When he looked up, his grin matched mine. “I’m completely in support of that plan.” After a couple of beats he started squirming like his butt was on fire, and I braced for what I knew was coming. “So you’re really not going to give me a hint.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled in my chest. “Yin, you were the one who came up with the rule that we couldn’t give any hints about what we were getting each other for Christmas, even though you hate surprises.” That reminder got me an adorable pout, which I had to kiss him for. “And then you made it into a competition.” He opened his mouth to protest, but I leaned in and kissed him again, sliding my tongue with his until I knew he was properly distracted, then pulled back. “You have to be patient.”
There was a huff and then a familiar grin. “Fine, but you were supposed to buckle under my charms and tell me.”
I squeezed him tight as I bit back a smile at his very serious tone, before getting up. “You’ll find out tomorrow. I have to get ready.” I gestured to the small bathroom, before grabbing a clean towel. “I told Nesto I’d help out with the catering orders.” That was a cover of course. I was actually going to meet up with Carmen, who had part of my present for Yin. Carmen was a good friend of Nesto’s, my employer. Nesto was more than an employer actually, he was family. Carmen too. They were our family here. And they’d been assisting me with the gift that would blow my man away. I had tricks up my sleeve too.
“I thought you said you were off today?”
I could practically see Yin’s antennae pinging, but unlike my boyfriend, I had a pretty good poker face. “He’s short on some staff and wanted to be done in time to get to Nurys’s house.”
Yin narrowed his eyes like he could tell I was fibbing.
“You still want to go tonight?” I asked, hoping to distract him. I knew mentioning dinner at Nesto’s mother’s house would mollify him.
He nodded cautiously, still not looking too convinced. “Yes, Maiah is making samusas and laphet thoke.” I groaned at the mention of his sister’s delicious tea leaf salad, then panicked, wondering if I’d forgotten to get part of our contribution to the dinner. Yin smiled and shook his head as he signaled to the little kitchen. “We got some wine and I got a cake from Philmans’.”
As always my man was on top of all social engagements. “You’re the best. I did get something for the white elephant party, even though I’m still not sure what it is.” He snorted at my puzzlement over the weird title for a gift exchange event.
“You’re really pressed about that,” he said happily and brought me down for a kiss after I crawled back in bed. Within seconds we were tangled in each other again. Until the alarm on my iPhone went off, telling me I needed to meet with Carmen in an hour.
“I have to go, bébé,” I said regretfully and pulled back, eliciting an unhappy moan that almost managed to convince me to forget my plans and stay in bed. But I had to get moving. The last—and most important—part of the gift that I’d been planning for weeks was with Carmen, and I’d be damned if I didn’t make sure that Yin’s Christmas morning went perfectly.
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