100 Days To Christmas (5 page)

In one smooth, unrelenting glide, Jackson thrust forcefully, pushing himself deeper and deeper until his balls came to rest against Steve's ass.

"Isn't it beautiful? Your ass swallowing my cock like it belongs there, like it's coming home." Jackson gave a little pulsing thrust, causing Steve to cry out again.

"Yes. Home," Steve panted, knowing Jackson was waiting for a reply.

"Yes," was all Jackson could manage as he pulled out almost all the way until just the tip of the crown remained inside Steve. "Home," the word was sighed as Jackson thrust slowly, deep inside Steve's welcoming channel.

Over and over Jackson thrust completely inside, prolonging the brush against Steve's prostate each time. He watched in rapt fascination as he disappeared into Steve each time.

"You feel so good." Jackson gasped as he sank to the root inside his lover. "You're so hot and I can feel you wrapped so tight around me. I could fuck you for hours."

Steve could only keen his needy response. He was far too lost in sensations to string together an intelligible phrase.

Jackson grabbed Steve's wandering hands, pinning them beside Steve's head as it thrashed about on the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream," he promised, grinning. He leaned forward, thrusting his tongue into Steve's mouth, possessing it like he possessed Steve's ass. Steve opened willingly for the intrusion and whimpered as Jackson pulled away long minutes later.

"You look good ravished like this." Jackson grinned. "Keep your hands there," he commanded, leaning back onto his knees. He lifted Steve's hips until Steve was at the perfect angle and then the real pounding began. Jackson was like a steel piston driving in and out of Steve's ass with such force Steve had to put his arms out to make sure he didn't bang his head against the headboard.

Steve planted his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips, meeting Jackson's frenetic pace, thrust for thrust.

"Feels so good," Steve panted, sweat beading his forehead as the pleasure continued to grow and run like lightning down his spine. His cock was weeping pre-come like a faucet and bouncing off his abdomen each time Jackson pounded into his ass. He wanted to reach down and yank it to completion, but he couldn't let go of the headboard.

Jackson's thrusts became quicker, maintaining almost constant contact with Steve's prostate until Steve's could hardly see through the sparks of pleasure shooting behind his eyes.

"Coming." Jackson grunted and Steve could do nothing but nod his head in agreement. Jackson's thrusts stuttered and lost their rhythm and Jackson gave a strangled moan that was Steve's name.

Steve could see the exact moment when Jackson came. The two men stared at each other with rapt intensity and the sight of that beautiful face as the pleasure swept over his features tossed Steve over the edge and plunging into the most incredible orgasm of his life.

With a surprised moan, Steve came at almost the exact same moment as his lover. Without any stimulation to his cock, Steve shot streams of come over Jackson and himself. His eyes remained locked on Jackson's as they pulsed and shook with the aftershocks that rocked their bodies.

"Fuck." Jackson moaned, collapsing on Steve's sweaty body. "That was incredible."

Steve nodded, wrapping arms and legs around Jackson, holding the man tightly against his own body, uncaring of the sweat and semen that covered them both. He could feel Jackson softening in his ass and shivered with pleasure as that fantastic cock slid out of his passage.

"Let me get rid of this," Jackson said, rolling to the side, careful not to put all his weight on Steve. With deft fingers, he tied off the filled condom and tossed it into the wastebasket at the side of the bed.

Jackson quickly rolled back, pulling Steve into his arms again, holding Steve tightly against his chest.

"You okay?" Jackson said after a few minutes.

"Better than," Steve mumbled, hands wrapping around Jackson's chest and holding the man just as hard as he himself was being held.

They were silent for long moments, neither feeling the need to fill the magical night with words. Steve knew how he felt, even though it was so soon. There was no doubt in his mind that Jackson was it for him. Steve had never felt like this before for anyone. He'd come so hard he'd seen stars, and without any stimulation to anything but his ass. He could only imagine what it would be like the longer they spent in each other's company.

Jackson, demanding and assertive man that he was, was perfect for Steve in every way.

"It's almost midnight," Jackson said out of the blue. Steve glanced over at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table.

"So it is." He yawned and smiled. "Ready for a nap?"

"Almost." Jackson hedged, pulling away until he could look down at Steve's face.

"Something wrong?" Steve asked.

"No. But it's tradition in my family to give one gift to your loved ones on Christmas Eve and then the rest on Christmas Day."

"Okay," Steve drawled, not sure where this was going.

"Okay. So I don't want you to think I'm a stalker or anything. But…" Jackson trailed off, clearly uncertain how to continue.

"Hey." Steve took Jackson's head in his hands. "You can tell me anything," Steve reassured him and smiled.

"Well, okay. See, it's like this. There's a job opening in San Diego and they've offered it to me."

"Really?" Steve was suddenly sitting up, looking down at Jackson like a kid in a candy shop, gazing at his favorite treat.

"Yes. It starts in February. It's not a promotion or anything, but it sounds like a great position. I haven't given them my answer yet. I wanted to see how this went and how you felt about it."

"Where's your phone?" Steve demanded, jumping from the bed and rooting around in Jackson's pants. He spotted a phone on the bureau that wasn't his and pounced on it with fanatical glee.

"Call them," Steve demanded, thrusting the phone in Jackson's face. "Call them and tell them you accept."

"It's much too late to call them, it's almost midnight." Jackson shook his head, grinning from ear to ear.

"Then text them. Tell them you accept." Steve jumped back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of Jackson. It was with some difficulty that Jackson's eyes returned to Steve's face, instead of staring at the already hardening cock rearing its happy head at him again.

"Are you sure?" Jackson sat up as well. "I don't want to force you into anything."

"You're not forcing me. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. I was trying to figure out how I could move the bakery to New York without my parents killing me. This is the best present I've ever gotten." Steve thrust the phone at Jackson again.

"Do it," he demanded.

"Pushy bottom," Jackson complained with an indulgent smile on his face. It took only a few keystrokes for Jackson to comply with Steve's demand. Steve grinned like a lunatic the whole time and cackled once Jackson had closed his phone.

"I've got a lot of stuff to move," Jackson said, leaning forward.

"No problem. After New Year’s I can take some time off work and come down to help you pack." Steve smiled, leaning forward to brush a kiss over Jackson's chin.

"It might be too much to fit in your house."

"We can put it in storage." Steve kissed Jackson's cheek.

"I like my stuff."

"Then we can find ourselves a new place." Steve kissed Jackson's other cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Steve leapt the few inches that separated them. He threw his arms around Jackson's neck, pulling the man tight against his eager body. Steve consumed Jackson's mouth, tongue thrusting in, claiming ownership and demanding a response. Jackson wrapped his arms around Steve, pushing Steve back onto the bed, more than happy to respond in a way that brought them both to screaming climax.

If it was even possible, their second round of lovemaking was even better than their first time and Steve sighed, content with the world and everything in it as they basked in the afterglow.

"It's after midnight." Jackson smiled, stroking Steve's hair off his sweaty brow. "Merry Christmas, love."

"Merry Christmas to you too." Steve kissed Jackson's swollen lips with more love and passion than he'd ever felt before.

"And many more."

Steve rained kisses over Jackson's body yet again, thrilling in the feel of his lover in his arms. This was the best Christmas Steve had ever had. And with Jackson at his side, they would only get better year after year.

End

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