Julia McBryant
Christmas Cousins: Quinn, Amory, and Ellis 2
Southern Scandal 3
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Contents
Quinn
Amory
Quinn
About the Author
Also by Julia McBryant
1
Quinn
Quinn stares at himself in the mirror. His perfectly straight blond hair brushes the shoulders of his slightly large plaid pajamas, which are emphatically not cool. “I’m not wearing these!”
“C’mon, they’ll be cute.” Ellis’s somewhere downstairs, drinking hot cocoa and trying to create The Perfect Family Christmas Eve.
Amory’s going to laugh at him. Fuck no.
“No!”
“Just come downstairs and lemme see.”
Quinn huffs. He’s going to expose himself to massive ridicule for no good reason and stomps down the hardwoods, slipping on his Santa socks, to stand with his hands on his hips. “SEE?!”
Amory almost falls off the couch laughing at the sight of Quinn’s little-kid, button-up, red-and-green-plaid flannel pajamas. “Oh my god, Ellis. Why didn’t you just get him a fuckin’ pink bunny suit? Poor Ralphie. Isn’t he just the cutest, the most darling —” His voice rises like the mom’s in A Christmas Story.
“Okay, okay, they look a little young.”
“Can I go now?!”
“I thought they’d be cute.”
“Can I change?”
Ellis sighs and runs his fingers through his long brownish-blond hair. Quinn wants to pull it hard right now, and not in a sexy way. “You’ll be the only one without Christmas PJs.” He and Amory have on normal fucking Christmas T-shirts with normal fucking plaid pajama pants.
“I’ll wear the pants. But not the shirt. I mean, don’t you think I’d roast?” Quinn stomps back upstairs, ditches the shirt, steals one of Ellis’s like, six Christmas T-shirts, which drowns him, wedges himself into the chair with Amory, who bitches that his little butt takes up too much space, and sulks.
Ellis brings him hot chocolate, which he takes and glares.
“Say ‘Thank you, Daddy.’”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“And come cuddle on the couch while we watch ‘It’s a Wonderful Life.’”
Oh Christ. But if he cuddles on the couch Ellis’ll play with his hair, and he likes that, so Quinn lies with his head in Ellis’s lap. Ellis does indeed play with his hair. Amory leans over from his other side. “Cuddle slut.”
“Shut up. It feels good.”
Ellis nudges Amory. “Like I’m not cuddling you, pretty boy.”
Amory, from what Quinn can tell, has his back against Ellis and his feet up on the arm of the couch.
Ellis’s has wrapped Quinn in a warm blanket; he always does when they cuddle on the couch. He stops playing with Quinn’s hair and begins stroking down his side. His warm hand pushes up Quinn’s T-shirt and gentle fingers pet Quinn’s bare skin. He shivers with pleasure, especially as those fingers play with his waistband. They skim over his flannel pants; his cock stirs. Maybe Ellis is stiff and maybe he’s teasing Amory and that makes it better. Ellis strokes the soft skin of his thighs. Quinn squirms, trying to make Ellis touch where he wants. Christmas Eve, and he’s teasing Quinn under a blanket while “It’s a Wonderful Life” plays in the background. Christ.
But Ellis never does make it to the right spot, and by the time the movie ends, Quinn’s given up squirming. “Didn’t you learn to be good?” Ellis smirks. He plays with Quinn’s hair some more. “Let’s watch ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.’”
“Oh my god, I love this one!” Quinn feels Amory stretch out further.
Quinn hates this one.
But it’s Christmas and this is Ellis. When he gets up to make them more hot chocolate, Amory scoots over. “My turn,” he says. Quinn lays his head on Amory’s thigh. Ellis sits on his other side. They have to sit through “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” Quinn must fall asleep, because he eventually hears the end credits and Ellis saying, “Y’all ready for bed?”
Amory snorts. “Baby is.”
“I’m awake!”
“Barely.”
“C’mon, little one. Up to bed.” Ellis pulls Quinn to his feet. “Are you sure Isa didn’t want to stay over tonight? The room’s ready because your cousin Baylor’s staying over tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about Baylor.” Amory stretches. “Didn’t you say she looks just like Delia?”
Quinn shakes his head. “Isa said she was fine. And yeah, Baylor looks just like Delia.” He doesn’t say Isa’s more than fine, or that no, Isa is not in her apartment alone. He promised not to tell. “Isa’ll come over in the morning for presents and then stay with you and Amory for dinner though. Then I’ll bring Baylor back from Christmas at my parents’ and she can come to the party with us tomorrow.”
“You two had better behave at that party.” Ellis has been telling them this forever.
“Dude, it’s at Wills and Henry’s beach house, Ellis. What the hell do you think we’re gonna do? Like the cops are gonna show up at the Culliver beach house.” Amory snorts. “And we’re all old enough to drink anyway.”
The police would never show up at Henry and Wills’s beach house. Ever. Henry and Wills have been two of Quinn’s best friends since kindergarten, and the identical twins have more money than anyone in Savannah.
“Just behave. And no one drives.”
“I swear to god no one’ll drive, Ellis.” Amory holds his hand up. “Scout’s honor.”
Up in the all-white, everything-is-fluffy-and-dark-wood master bedroom, Quinn drops the T-shirt in the hamper and crawls into bed with his bear. His thumb sneaks into his mouth. That’s been happening lately and what the fuck ever. Amory doesn’t tease him, so he doesn’t worry about it. His eyes get heavy as he holds his bear and sucks contentedly. Ellis spoons him.
Fingers suddenly dig into his armpits and sides. He laughs and squirms. “I was almost asleep, you bastard!”
Amory grins. “We want you awake. You’re no fu
n when you’re sleepy.” He pauses. “Well, sometimes you are. But only when you wake up all the way. Before that you’re just cute because you want it so bad and you’re still sleeping.”
“He’s right.” Ellis’s chest rumbles against Quinn’s back. “You get so sweet when you’re asleep and we play with you, then you wake up all blinky and stiff and begging.”
“Then we torment you.”
“Yeah. Then we have fun tormenting you.”
Quinn flumps over into Ellis’s chest. Ellis smells like leather and something kind of smokey, in a good way, like he was charring steaks. “I wanna go to sleep. It’s Christmas Eve.”
“Put your head on my chest, baby, and let me read you ‘The Night Before Christmas.’”
“Oh my god, Ellis, seriously?” Quinn groans. “You didn’t do this shit when it was just you and me.”
“But now I have two boys and it’s really Christmas, so put your damn head down so I can read to you, Baby Q.”
“My mama used to read this to us every Christmas Eve.” Quinn hears both the wistfulness and the smile in Amory’s voice. His warm body curls behind Quinn’s.
Ellis reaches over the side of the bed. He clearly had the book waiting. “‘Twas the night before Christmas …” he starts, and reads the whole goddamn thing. It’s long as fuck, too.
But while Quinn’s cuddled against Ellis, he sort of has a leg thrown over him. His cock rests against Ellis’s thigh. Ellis’s thigh muscles, long and strong and hard from all the running, feel good against him. Amory gently strokes his side, up and down, up and down, what should be a lulling motion but really isn’t that lulling at all. They sneak down and brush lightly over Quinn’s stomach, butterfly touches. He’s falling asleep again, but deliciously so, wanting played with in this half-awake, almost dreamy state. His cock stiffens slowly.
“That’s it, baby.” Ellis messes with Quinn’s hair. He’s fucking up its perfectly straight, blond, to-the-chin look, but he’s in bed so Quinn can’t quite bring himself to care. Amory presses closer against his back; his hard cock rubs gently between Quinn’s cheeks, rucking Quinn’s flannel pajama pants up and down.
“You feel good, Daddy.” Quinn twirls some of Ellis’s long brown hair through his fingers. “So does Amory.”
“We want a baby twink to play with tonight. But we can do without if you’re too sleepy.” Daddy sounds like he’s teasing.
“No, I wanna play.”
“But you’re a lazy thing.” Daddy laughs at him. “Bet you want it on your back.”
“Mmmm.”
“Bet you don’t wanna work for it, do you, sweet boy?”
“I’m sleepy, Daddy.”
“You were sucking your thumb, weren’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“You’re gonna suck something else for daddy.” Daddy flips around and pulls his pajama pants off. Then there’s the good smell of his cock, the long, thick length next to Quinn’s face. Amory still presses against Quinn’s back, and cool lube strokes at his ass. He whimpers. “That’s it, Baby Q. You want it so much, don’t you?” Daddy asks, just before his lips slide slowly onto Quinn’s head. Amory traces patterns on his ass, then slips two fingers inside him. They burn at first; they don’t seem like they’ll fit until they do, perfectly, and Amory fucks Quinn with them. Quinn sucks Daddy’s head lazily, then, as Amory’s third finger stretches him, takes Daddy’s whole cock in. Quinn hits the back of Daddy’s throat and he gasps; Daddy laughs a little around him and gentle fingers stroke his balls. He can’t last too long at this, Amory fucking his ass so hard with his fingers, Daddy massaging him with his lips, and Daddy must know it because he slides back, sucks Quinn’s head some, and pops off. Quinn hates the lack of a warm, soft mouth.
“You want me to fuck you, Baby Q?” Daddy asks. “Or you wanna suck me and you want Amory to fuck you?”
“Do it like before where Amory and I play with each other and you fuck us both, Daddy.”
“Aw, fuck, I’m not ready.”
“Language, or I swear I’ll stop what I’m doing and spank you.”
“You mean you want to stop what you’re doing and spank me, old man.” Amory smirks.
“Ankles.”
“Oh, Jesus, I was only —”
“You will learn to control that mouth like a civilized human, so help me god and Quinn you keep your hand off that cock or you’ll be next.”
Goddammit. How the hell does he always know?
Amory sighs heavily and stands. He moves next to the dresser, where there’s the most space, leans over, and grabs his ankles. Daddy spanks him four times, hard, with the flat of his hand, two on each side. Amory straightens up, grinning, cock stiff. “Didn’t hurt.”
“Need me to give you one that will?”
“Need to get fucked.”
“Watch your mouth or you won’t. Lean over the bed and lemme see what you can take, pretty boy. Baby Q, come be sweet and kiss him.”
Quinn curls on the bed and plays with Amory’s short hair. “Daddy says I get to kiss you now.”
“Guess you should kiss me.”
“Guess I should.”
Their lips meet, Quinn half lying on top of Amory. Amory teases him, sucking first one lip, then the other, moving gently on him. He moans into Quinn’s mouth and whatever Daddy is doing to him he sure as hell likes it a lot. His back arches under Quinn; he breaks off their kiss to beg for more of it. “You never take long.” Quinn can hear the grin in Daddy’s voice. “Easy. Get on top of the brat and play with him. You both might want some of this first.” He tosses them the lube. Amory turns on his side and Quinn watches as he slicks himself. A slippery hand closes over his cock, and he arches up to it as Amory jerks him, wetting all of him in the process.
Amory hands the lube back to Daddy and pins Quinn under him. Quinn’s legs go over his shoulders; he can’t move to thrust or arch or buck. Amory rubs his cock against Quinn’s and he whimpers. Daddy slides into him, stretching him slowly, too much and too much and then a perfect fullness that hits exactly the right spot. Quinn moans. Amory covers his mouth with a hard kiss and presses against him, thrusting and rubbing and twisting.
Daddy fucks him until he begs, then slides out. He must slip into Amory. Amory arches his back, pressing down on Quinn, and Daddy’s balls slap against Quinn’s entrance while he fucks him. Quinn’s cock rubs against Amory’s. Then Amory sighs and stops moving; suddenly Daddy slides into Quinn again. Quinn gasps when he hits the right spot and starts fucking him hard. He buries his head in Amory’s neck and begs fuck me Daddy, fuck me please please fuck me don’t stop please can I come, I wanna come so bad Daddy, please lemme come I’m so stiff and dripping for you Daddy please lemme come.
“You can come, Quinn.” Daddy keeps going hard in him. Quinn lets himself go, lets himself really feel it, and when he does, he almost immediately freezes, arches up to Daddy, clutches Amory hard and spurts all over both of them. “That’s it, baby.” Amory strokes him. “C’mon. You know how much we like it when you come a lot. C’mon, sweetheart, keep going. It’s so good to feel you come like that.”
Daddy slows to the rhythm of Quinn’s climax, then slides out of him. “Move, little one.” Amory teasingly shoves him over. “My turn. Daddy, are you gonna fuck me hard now?”
“How hard d’you want fucked, pretty boy?”
“Hard’s you can fuck me, Daddy.”
“I think that’s harder than you can take, honey.”
Quinn watches, sort of blearily, while Daddy fucks Amory really hard, and Amory must like it from the way he carries on, both of them finally coming hard and exhausted from the effort of it. “You’re gonna kill an old man,” Daddy says, sort of collapsed on Amory’s back.
“Oh, you’re only like forty. Move, I’m all sticky. Q and I need showers.”
“I’ll just sort of —” Quinn makes a washcloth motion.
“Lazy.”
“Sleepy.”
“Po-ta-to, Po-tah-to.”
“Is that seriously the best you can manage?”
“I just got off, Rutledge. I can’t be hilarious all the goddamn time.”
Afterwards, Quinn calls middle as fast as he can and curls between Daddy and Amory. Amory calls him a cuddle slut but hands him his bear and kisses him before nuzzling Quinn against his chest. Daddy sort of throws an arm over both of them. They all say their “I love you’s” and Quinn’s eyes get heavy before Amory stops petting his hair.
Ah, fuck, Christmas morning. At least the time with Ellis and Amory is fun, especially when Isa appears. Ellis makes them all cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate and builds a giant fire, and they all agreed no presents but Christmas tree ornaments, which sounds stupid but really ends being great, trying to see who found the wildest ornament for whom.
Amory wins, of course. He says he found one that reminded him exactly of Ellis. Ellis opens it to find Sasquatch.
But of course, around ten, Quinn has to dress in the pin-striped gray suit Ellis laid out for him, with a gray and red bow tie that seems mildly Christmas-ish, and decent suspenders, plus black shoes and Christmas socks.
“Oh, Quinnie, you look adorable!” Isa’s curled on the couch with Amory, watching A Christmas Story.
“Christmas at my house is the worst. All the relatives show up, Grandfather and everyone. At least that means Delia and Baylor, but still.”
“Your cousin from Columbia, right?”
“Yeah, the hippie one who’s the same age as us. You’ve met her like, twice. She’s moving down here next year to go to Tech-Savannah. Remember, she’s coming to the party with us?” Of course, Wills and Henry also invited Isa to the 3-day beach party.
“Oh yeah.”
“Yeah, well, hopefully hippie chick will take the heat off all the ‘why haven’t you graduated yet?’ bullshit.”
Quinn gets hugs and kisses all around, and is summarily sent out the door. He gets into his Stingray, pulls on his beloved leather driving gloves, then meanders his way through the city and out I-16, down one of the exits and over the meandering roads. Quinn sighs when he turns onto the drive with the sign reading “Leyton Place,” how fucking pretentious, and pulls up the requisite pebbled driveway lined with live oaks. The drive’s full of cars. Everyone’s here. All his aunts. All his uncles. All his cousins and his grandparents. What a clusterfuck.
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