Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (29 page)

After they finished unwrapping everything, David had them clean up the mess of paper they made while he and Nathan went into the kitchen to begin breakfast. Since it was Christmas morning, they decided to make a feast of food – blueberry waffles, scrambled eggs, sausage, and bacon. They were all the favorite breakfast foods for all of them, but between getting ready for work and getting the boys ready for school, there wasn’t time to make it all during the week. And on the weekends they all tended to sleep in – well David and Nathan did, although the twins were usually up at the crack of dawn on their DSs.

Everyone pigged out that morning. The boys even managed to put down their games to stuff their faces. The way those two ate, Nathan was surprised they didn’t double their weight. Never before had Nathan seen two boys eat that many waffles at once. Each of them ate at least eight waffles, even he and David only ate four each.

When the boys were finished eating, they both ran back to the living room to play their new games. Nathan was washing the plates when David walked up and slipped his arms around his lover’s waist. “How about we sneak upstairs when you’re done and have some more fun?”

Nathan laughed and rubbed his ass back against David’s crotch. “Think the terrors will stay out of the way?”

“Oh, hell yeah. We could drive to Vegas, get married, and come back and they wouldn’t notice they’re so involved in their games.”

“Then it’s a plan. Lemme finish these dishes, though, or they’ll never get done.”

Once Nathan had all of the dishes washed and put in the drying rack, the two went into the living room. Both boys were lying at opposite ends of the couch, their legs on top of each other so that they could both fit, each engrossed in their games.

“Think you guys can keep yourselves occupied for a half hour or so?” Nathan asked.

Jared paused his game and looked up at his dads. “Are you guys gonna go upstairs and kiss again? Like you were doing in the shower this morning?”

Nathan’s face turned a light pink. “Yes, we’re going to go upstairs and kiss. Between work and wrangling you two to get your homework done, we don’t have much alone time together. So, do you think we can have a little alone time as a gift from you two?”

Jared blushed and nodded. He knew what Nathan said was true; he hated doing homework and always had to be forced to get it done. “Yeah, we’ll stay down here.”

His brother nodded his agreement as well, not even bothering to look up from his game.

“Stay out of trouble,” David warned.

With that, he slipped his arm around Nathan’s waist and the two of them headed back up to their bedroom. Once up there, Nathan locked the door and pulled his lover into an embrace.  He took a deep inhale. “You smell amazing.”

Nathan had tried numerous times over the years to figure out what made David smell so good to him. He had switched out the man’s soap, shampoo, cologne, and even changed his diet up, but no matter what, David always smelled like pure heaven. He couldn’t even begin to describe the scent, but he knew it made his cock rock hard.

He started to grind against David’s crotch, causing it to grow hard as well.

David ran his hands up and down Nathan’s back. “How about we get undressed and get some lube? Humping was great this morning, but I’m dying to be inside you again.”

David tugged at the hem of Nathan’s shirt until Nathan raised his arms and allowed David to strip it off him. Once his shirt was stripped off, David went to work unbuttoning Nathan’s pants then slipped them down along with Nathan’s boxers. He grinned once his lover was standing there naked, his erection standing straight out.

David dropped to his knees and started to lick up and down Nathan’s hard shaft, sending shudders through Nathan. He engulfed the head and started to tease the slit with his tongue. Nathan’s cock began to leak even more precome at the stimulus. “Enough!” Nathan firmly pushed his lover away while he was still on the edge. “Let’s get to the main course before I’m spent just from this.”

David smiled and kissed Nathan’s cheek. “Sounds good to me.” In a flash his clothes were on the floor with Nathans and his cock was standing at attention. He grabbed Nathan’s hand and lead him to their king bed where he gently pushed his lover onto the soft mattress. “On your back, please.”

Nathan smirked and scooted up to the top of the bed. “My favorite position. I love seeing your face when you come.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing me come in a few minutes.” David went over to their nightstand and unlocked the bottom drawer with the key he had hidden in the back. Neither of them wanted to keep their sex toys and the like somewhere the twins could get to easily lest they have some awkward discussions way too early. Once he had the drawer unlocked he pulled out a bottle of lube for the two of them to use.

He then crawled up the bed and put his lover’s legs on his shoulders, giving him access to Nathan’s pink hole. Nathan began to squirm as David ran his finger gently over the soft tissue. “God, hurry up. I don’t know how long I’m gonna last.”

“Guess I better not waste any time then.” David pulled back a little and squirted some lube into his hand. He ran his hand up and down his hard shaft, coating it in lube as he had done for years. Once he was satisfied with it, he went back to working Nathan’s hole. Nathan shivered as David began to slip his fingers into Nathan’s warm hole.

“God, that feels good.” Nathan moaned as David slid his fingers in and out, coating his insides with lube. Every time David slid his fingers back in, Nathan would shiver as waves of pleasure shot through his body. “I think I’m ready.” His voice was ragged as he tried to catch his breath.

David pulled back a little bit and positioned his throbbing cock at Nathan’s waiting hole. “Ready?”

Nathan nodded. He was still trying to catch his breath, and when David pushed his full length into Nathan’s hole, Nathan let out a gasp. No matter how many times him and David had made love over the years, he never got over initial jolt of pleasure that went through his body when David thrust into him the first time.

David waited a moment to give Nathan’s body a chance to adjust to having a cock inside it, then he began a steady rhythm. He would pull back until his head was barely still inside and then thrust back in. Nathan’s moans filled the room and he prayed that the boys were still downstairs where they wouldn’t hear anything.

David leaned over and pressed his mouth to Nathan’s to muffle his moans. Their tongues battled back and forth increasing the pleasure they were both receiving. It wasn’t long before David pulled back and grinned at Nathan. “I’m close. You?”

Nathan nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

David increased his pace, slamming against Nathan’s ass harder and harder. He grunted with each thrust until he finally released his seed into his lover’s ass. “Oh God, Nate,” he moaned. His body shuddered and twitched as he orgasmed for the second time that day. He kept thrusting into Nathan as his dick continued to spurt.

Nathan reached up and started to pinch his nipples. “Oh god, oh god,” he panted out. “Sooo close!” It only took a couple more thrust before Nathan’s hands were gripping the sheets and his own dick was exploding all over his stomach. Nathan’s whole body seemed to seize in pleasure as he too had another orgasm.

David finally stopped thrusting and the two of them lay there grinned at each other. David leaned down and kissed Nathan’s lips tenderly. “I love you,” he whispered. He slipped out of Nathan’s hole and lay down next to him. He shifted Nathan until he had his lover resting his head on his shoulder.

“I love you, too.” Nathan smiled up at David. Not a bad way to start Christmas – even if they did have to eventually go back downstairs to the twins. Nathan wanted to stay curled up in David’s arms, but he knew his days of it being just the two of them were long gone. He had to divide his attention between David and the boys. “I guess this means we need another shower.”

David’s smiled turned into a full on laugh. “Excellent! It’s been a while since I’ve had three orgasms in a day! Maybe this time the twins will stay out of the bathroom long enough for us to enjoy our after sex hugging this time.”

“One can only hope. But knowing them, they’ll have to come up and bug us soon. I’m surprised they lasted this long.” Nathan looked over at the clock and saw that almost forty five minutes had passed. He groaned. “Yeah, it won’t be long before they’re up here begging us to play some games with them, so it looks like that third orgasm will have to wait.”

David pouted. “Aww. But it’s Christmas! And you owe me a present!”

Nathan smacked David’s chest lightly. “Stop pouting. Now I know where the twins get it from. You’re such a horrible influence. Now hurry up so we can go downstairs and kick their butts in Mario Kart again.”

* * * *

Nathan and David managed to shower without any interruptions, but they ended up forgoing the shower sex so that they wouldn’t be left with blue balls in case the twins decided to barge in on them. When they walked into the living room, the twins were still sprawled out on the couch, their limbs all over the place while they played their video games. But under the tree were two unopened presents that weren’t there when they went upstairs.

Nathan glanced and David curiously, but David just shrugged. “Where’d those come from?” he asked with a raised eye brow.

Both twins turned off their games and grinned at us.  “They’re for you guys. Erick’s mom took us to the mall a couple weeks ago so that we could get them,” Jared said. Erick was the twins’ best friend. They three of them spent so much time together they might as well have been brothers.

Jesse nodded. “Yeah, we’ve been saving our allowance so that we could get you guys something.”

Natthan couldn’t help but smile. It was so heartwarming that the boys had thought about getting them both gifts. Nathan and David had always told them not to worry about buying anything, and instead they would do chores as presents – they’d take turns doing the dishes or vacuuming or something outside of their normal chores. But this was different. “Where’d you hide these?”

“At the top of our closet!” Jesse beamed at us proudly. It was obvious that it had been his idea to hide the gifts up there.

David’s face turned a bright red. “Were you guys upstairs then?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Both twins blushed and nodded. The look on their faces screamed ‘busted.’ “You guys are loud when you kiss,” Jared admitted. “And it sounded like you guys were jumping on your bed. But you said we weren’t allowed to jump on our beds, so that’s not fair!”

Nathan covered his mouth to hide the laughter that was trying to escape. “Fine, then you guys can jump on your beds for ten minutes tonight, deal?”

David opened his mouth to protest the idea, but Nathan gave him a look that said ‘pick your battles.’ David nodded and kept his mouth shut. Ten minutes of bed jumping was much better than the other alternatives – listening to them whine and complain or having ‘the talk’ with them. David shuddered. Jumping on the bed was a
much
better idea.

Jesse grinned and nodded. “Deal!” he said before his twin could even open his mouth. “Now sit down and open our presents.” Jesse hopped off the couch and gently guided us to sit in front of the tree.

David and Nathan both exchanged smirks and sat down where Jesse told them to. They each reached under the tree and grabbed the present that was labeled with their names in Jared’s chicken scratch scrawl. Nathan held the big square box with his name on it up to his ear and gave it a gentle shake. Something moved around inside, but it didn’t make enough noise to identify it. Taking his time to unwrap it, he was careful not to make a mess of wrapping paper like the boys did.

When he pulled out a smaller box from inside, he gasped at the boys. Inside was a set of seat covers he had been thinking of buying for his truck. Seat covers he knew had cost nearly $100. Apparently the little buggers had been paying attention the last time they went shopping with us. “You boys didn’t need to buy something this expensive.” Each boy received an allowance of $15 a week for the chores they were each assigned, for them to spend that much on just his present really meant a lot.

“You guys were worth it,” Jesse said confidently.

Jared smiled and nodded. “Yeah, you guys get us a bunch of stuff all the time. We wanted to get something nice for you guys. Now you open yours!” He turned his gaze to David, who promptly shook his own box.

David quickly tore apart his wrapping paper, taking much less care than Nathan had. Inside his box was a brand new tool set. A sixty-five piece toolset that he and Nate had been considering buying to replace his old set. A set that he knew cost $50. He set down his present and smiled at his sons. “Come here, you two, we need hugs,” he ordered.

When the two boys walked over, Nathan and David wrapped their arms around them and squeezed tight. “You guys are the best kids ever,” David told them.

Nathan nodded. “Thank you very much for these presents. That was very sweet of both of you.”

“Thanks for being awesome dads,” Jesse said.

“Yeah. You guys are awesome big brothers, too,” Jared added. “We love you guys.”

“Yeah.” Jesse nodded his head to cement his opinion.

“We love you, too,” David and Nathan chorused.

THE END

Copyright ©2010 William Cooper

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Broken Bones, Mended Hearts

Fireworks

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Texan Summer

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IN THE WIND by Wren Boudreau

Dear Santa,

I have been so good this year, and I only want just one thing. I want these two to show me what really happens under their tree (and against the wall, in the tinsel, with the eggnog, whatever)! But I'm a little nervous, because I'm pretty sure at the last snowstorm, I saw pawprints.

Thanks Santa! xoxoxo

{PHOTO INSERT:  Two muscular, naked men hold each other and kiss. They are outdoors surrounded by trees and leaning against a thick wooden fence.}

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The crisp wind carried the threat of more snow, along with the scents of fresh bread and warm chocolate that originated in the kitchen of Rosie’s Bakery.  Max Erion sniffed appreciatively as he stowed bags and boxes in the back of his truck.  He’d missed Rosie’s coffee and her chocolate croissants, and decided that the rest of his shopping could wait until he’d had his fill of both.  Those pastries were worth all the teasing his brothers dished out about the big bad wolf and his penchant for flakey little sweets. Laughing at himself, he closed up the truck and started across the parking lot at a quick walk, easily avoiding ice patches and stepping over little drifts of snow.

When he rounded the corner and stepped on to the sidewalk of picturesque Center Street, Max picked up the scent of cinnamon.  And something else.  Something that made him stop in his tracks and take a deep breath.  He’d never smelled anything so enticing.  He didn’t have a name for it, but he knew he liked it.  The new scents mingled with the ones he’d been following, creating a seductive trail.  He let his nose lead him and happily it led right to the front door of the bakery. The little bell jingled overhead as he went in. 

The unfamiliar scent seemed stronger here inside the shop, despite the aroma of various baked goods.  That was curious.

“Max! You’re back early.”  Rosie looked up from filling the display case with muffins.  He realized he’d just stopped inside the open door when she raised an eyebrow and said, “Feel free to shut the door and come in.”

He shook himself and closed the door.  “Hi Rosie.”  That indefinable aroma led him to a small table against the wall. He slipped off his gloves, loosened his scarf and shucked off his coat as he took a seat.

“I didn’t think you were going to be back until after January at least.”  She came out with a mug of steaming coffee for him then went back behind the counter.

“I didn’t think so either.  The job ended up being less complicated than we thought.”  He sipped the perfect brew, enjoying the strong flavor.  Two months ago he’d been sent to work security for a company out east.  The CEO had been receiving threats, and there’d been sabotage to several of the computerized systems.  The whole thing had been surprisingly and suddenly resolved when the culprits turned on each other.  Max had thought it was too good to be true, but he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, as it meant he could be home for the holidays. He wasn’t usually sent to jobs out of the area, and he had not been looking forward to being away from his pack for Christmas.  

“I made an extra batch of chocolate croissants today,” Rosie said as she placed a plateful of the warm pastries in front of him.  “Something in the wind told me you’d be here.”

Max didn’t say anything because his mouth was full of sweet dough and slightly bitter chocolate.  He nodded his appreciation to Rosie, who grinned and refilled his cup before she set off to attend to other customers. He finished off a second croissant as quickly as the first, swiveled sideways in his chair and leaned back against the wall.  He sipped his coffee and let the little café and the scenic street outside the plate glass windows fade away as he concentrated on what he couldn’t see.

The scent of cinnamon originated at the counter; Max guessed it was one of Rosie’s famous cinnamon lattes.  The other scent was more of a savory fragrance: a little peppery, not too different from the sage his grandmother used in her stuffing, but with a trace of mint.  As he sat amid the sweet aromas of the bakery, the intriguing scent became more noticeable for its difference.  He could sense its path: swirling in the wind as the door opened, floating to the display case, lingering at the counter, settling at the table where Max now sat, and flowing back to the door.  He had to find out where it came from. 

He finished his coffee and took his plate and mug up to the counter.  There was still one croissant left, which he grabbed as he handed Rosie a twenty.

“You in a hurry?” Rosie asked as she made change.

“Hmm?” He wolfed down the treat. “Yeah.  Some things I need to look into.  But don’t worry, now that I’m home you’ll see me plenty.”  

Rosie handed him a bag filled with more of the croissants.  “It’s nice to have you back, Max.  You have a good day.”

He thanked her, looped his scarf around his neck, zipped his coat and donned his gloves. 

Now that he’d had a chance to study the unique scent, it was easy to follow its path along the storefronts of Center Street. 

Pishmuck, Michigan, was a small town with a big reputation for artistry, craftsmanship and atmosphere.  Even on a chilly day like this, tourists and shoppers wandered from store to store.  The wind, carrying the savory fragrance, caressed his skin and tousled his hair like flirtatious fingers.  It led him to the windows of an art gallery, then to a cleverly carved bear statue outside a toy store.  It continued down the sidewalk, finally drifting into the sheltered entrance under a sign brightly painted with the word “Festivities”.  

Max didn’t hesitate.  He opened the door, stepped into the store and was overwhelmed with the sights and sounds of Christmas.  This place had come a long way in the last few years. Thandi Worden had started with a floral shop specializing in tropical plants, which she grew and tended in a greenhouse out back.  She eventually purchased several adjoining storefronts and filled them with all sorts of doo-dads and furniture.  Festivities had become a valuable asset to Pishmuck, drawing visitors to town specifically to see the fabulous displays, buy the pricey collectibles, and consult with Thandi’s design staff. 

The scent Max followed wound all through the place.  He started to the right and made a circuit through the complex displays, aware of his size and careful to keep from knocking into any of the shelves, tables or visitors.  Thandi manned the register and chatted to paying customers, but her eyes locked on him across the room.  He waved and kept moving.  An archway led to an area where an entire miniature city of ceramic buildings was on display.  He might have enjoyed looking at all the details if he weren’t so focused on finding the source of the enticing scent. 

A few more steps brought him to a room lined with shelves filled with more of the porcelain buildings and figurines. The savory aroma was a strong, silent tempest centering on the only other person in the room: a man perched atop a rolling ladder.  He was arranging mini trees and fluffy cotton among the little houses on the top shelf, but his busy hands stilled when Max stopped in the center of the room.  He turned to face Max, but didn’t say a word.  He simply stared at Max as if bewitched.

For his part, Max took in the man from his short blond hair to his square-toed shoes. He noticed the blue eyes, slightly almond-shaped; full lips; strong neck.  The blond wore a dark sweater that hugged his well-muscled torso and strong arms.  The rounded globes of his ass filled out his black slacks.  He was strikingly beautiful.   Max knew everyone who lived and worked in Pishmuck, at least by sight, which meant that the man on the ladder had arrived while Max was away. 

It was the scent of this man that Max had been compelled to follow.  He dropped the bag of pastries without a thought and took the steps that brought him within arm’s reach. The other man stepped down from the ladder and with his feet on solid ground, he stood a few inches shorter than Max’s own six-foot-four. 

“I’m Max Erion,” Max said.  

“Conor Matheson.” He tilted his head as if to study Max, but otherwise stayed perfectly still. 

With Conor’s neck exposed that way, Max couldn’t keep himself from leaning in.  As soon as their bodies touched he knew why the scent had been so intriguing.  Conor was his mate.  

Max’s heart pounded; he fought the urge to circle Conor, sniff him up and down and rub all over him.  A true mate bond was immediate, impossible to ignore, and difficult to control because it was not only strong but rare and therefore treasured.  It occurred less frequently now than in older days.  Max could count on one hand the couples he knew that were true mates. 

Max clutched Conor’s biceps and nuzzled his neck.  Conor stretched and shivered, as if waking from a deep sleep.  “Oh, such a feeling,” he whispered.  His hands settled against Max’s chest.  “I want…”  He gazed into Max’s eyes.  “I hardly know what I want.”

Max nipped gently at Conor’s skin then caressed it with a long lick.  He asked Conor the questions that echoed the ones he already answered for himself.  “Do you feel like your heart is filled with something you didn’t even know you’d been missing?  Are you wishing we could rip each other’s clothes off and fuck like crazy right here and now?”

Conor nodded and moaned in response.  

“Are you wondering how you’ll get through the rest of the day if we let go of each other?” 

“Yes.  Jesus.”  Conor leaned back a bit to look at Max again.  “I don’t even know you and I - my heart…tells me I belong with you?  I dated a guy for almost a year and never felt like this with him.”  He ran his fingers over Max’s cheekbone and jaw.  “I want to know everything there is to know about you, but I already know you more than anyone.” Conor shook his head and pushed away from Max.  “This hardly seems real.”  

Bewilderment, disbelief and wonder crossed Conor’s features in succession, but his dilated pupils and the pretty bulge in his pants told Max that Conor was turned on, too.  He didn’t resist when Max reached out and pulled him close. 

“I can explain.  But it’s a long story.”  Max’s own thoughts and emotions were jumbled but above all he knew the truth of the situation. 

Voices from the next room became clearer as customers made their way to this part of the store.  

“I have to get back to work,” Conor said, but didn’t make a move.

Not what Max wanted to hear right then, especially with Conor’s hands on his shoulders.  “What time are you done here?”

“I’m closing tonight.  I’ll probably be here until nine.”

“I’ll be back.  I’ll explain everything then.”  Max cradled Conor’s face in his hands and gave him a gentle kiss.  A brush of the lips that was a promise for more.  Conor sighed as they pulled apart and Max had to fight the instinct that compelled him to hoist the man over his shoulder and carry him to the nearest cave.  Or broom closet. 

“All right.  I’ll be here.”  They each took another step back.  Max felt the draw between them like iron to an insistent magnet.  The customers were closer, if the sound of their voices was any indication.  Max nearly stepped on his bag of croissants in his retreat.  He picked it up and hurried out of the room before he could change his mind. 

Max managed to finish the shopping he needed to do to restock his house with food and drink and all the other things required by daily life.  He even stopped on the way home and bought a Christmas tree. He’d cleaned thoroughly before he left on assignment, so he only needed to wipe off the dust that had accumulated in his absence to make the place presentable.  Conor would be coming here with him tonight - he didn’t even question it.  And if everything went Max’s way, Conor would be moving in tomorrow.  To fill the time before he headed back to town, Max dug several boxes of Christmas decorations out of his attic and started to put up some of the garland.  He thought about going for a run, but worried that he was too wound up to manage his wolf.  He didn’t want to show up in town in full fur, growling at a shop full of breakable and expensive items.  He wrapped a few strands of lights around the tree and ended up back at Festivities just as the last customer left.  He slipped in the door just as Conor turned off the “open” sign. 

They each reached for the other at the same time; they shared a welcoming kiss that would easily have become more if Conor hadn’t shaken himself loose. 
“Just let me lock up.  I’ll keep thinking about it if I don’t.” 

Max gave a quick nod.  It was so hard to be reasonable when your body was screaming its need.  He paced to the back of the store while Conor darted from one room to another.  Lights went out, locks clicked into place.  Max found the office and took his coat off.  He wasn’t going anywhere until he at least had a taste of Conor.  

The man in question appeared at the door.  “I have to check the greenhouse. Come with me.”

Max didn’t need to be asked twice.  He took the proffered hand and let himself be led to the glass-encased room.

Plants of all shapes and sizes filled the greenhouse and created a leafy barrier between the real world outside and the tropical fantasy inside.  Wind rattled the glass, making the tiny Christmas lights twinkle along the roofline.  Conor pulled Max through a path lined with waxy leaves and trailing vines, until they ended up in a space occupied by a workbench and a few stools. 

Conor shoved the stools under the counter, turned toward Max and finally stopped moving.  “I want you.”  He gripped Max’s shirt and pulled until their lips mashed together in a bruising kiss.  Max slid his hands under Conor’s sweater, and the man seemed to melt a little, pressing his body even closer.  

It might have been the general state of the greenhouse or maybe the effect of Conor’s kiss, but the heat was getting to Max. He was intent on kissing Conor, but he wanted that sweater off, and somehow he managed it.

Conor’s chest was hairless and hard and the ridges of his abs stood out enough for Max to trace.  He leaned down to circle one tight nipple with his tongue and realized that his own shirt was gone.  

“God, you’re hot,” Conor whispered as he reached for Max’s belt. Max stood up straight and popped open Conor’s button.  They kissed and fondled and rubbed but still their pants stayed on.  Conor tugged. “Off.  Now.”