The Christmas Deal

“Does it feel good splitting me open?”

Against Logan’s hand, Seth nodded hard, his nostrils flaring.

“Move. I can take it. I can take every inch of you.” He slid his hand away from Seth’s mouth, holding the side of his face.

Panting, his eyes locked on Logan’s, Seth eased out and then slammed back in. Hard.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Like that. Drill me.” Logan had to open his mouth to breathe, trying to keep his moans quiet. “You feel amazing.”

Thrusting steadily, Seth flattened his hand on Logan’s chest, his fingers moving. At first, Logan thought it was just for leverage, but through the fog of building pleasure, his dick throbbing now between them, Logan realized he was tracing the scars.

His breath stuttered, and for a moment, that old panic exploded. Logan wanted to shove Seth off him and run. He was naked in a way he’d never let anyone see—not even Veronica at their best.

He had Seth’s cock deep inside him, and he loved it. He wasn’t straight, and he’d never been straight, and fuck, he was going to start bawling if he wasn’t careful.

He gripped Seth’s head, fingers tangling in his hair, their sweaty bodies rocking. Seth brushed against just the right spot, sending sparks to Logan’s tight balls. He was bent almost in half, his hips getting sore.

“Please make me come,” he begged. It wasn’t dirty talk now. Logan needed it in a way he couldn’t explain.

“You’re beautiful,” Seth whispered as he took Logan in hand, swiping at the fluid leaking from his dick and mixing it with the remnants of lube as he stroked. Leaning on his other hand beside Logan’s shoulder, he thrust and stroked. “I love you.”

Logan arched, shaking as he came all over himself, his mouth open and gasping. Waves of pleasure crashed through him until he relaxed back, totally empty. Except he wasn’t empty. Well, his nuts were, but he was so full of love he didn’t know what to do with it.

“Come on,” he muttered, squeezing his sore ass around Seth’s thick cock. “Let go. I can feel how hard you are. Imagine we’re doing it raw, and you can come inside me until your jizz is dripping out.”

Seth seized up, and Logan clapped a hand over his open mouth again, muffling his cry as he came, his head back and eyes shut. Logan loved seeing Seth let go—sharing the release with him as if he was coming again.

When Seth collapsed on top of him, Logan grunted. His ass was stinging and his legs were going numb, and Seth was heavy and sweaty.

“Best Christmas ever,” Logan muttered.

Seth laughed weakly against his neck. “Ho-ho-ho.” He lifted his head, sudden sharpness in his eyes, his hair standing up. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, but not in a bad way. Provided you get the fuck off sooner rather than later.”

Of course Seth was almost unbearably gentle as he pulled out and lowered Logan’s legs to the mattress, pressing kisses to Logan’s knees. He got rid of the condom and cleaned them up with a wet cloth, and Logan took his face in his hands. Seth’s stubble scratched his palms.

“I love you too.”

Adam’s apple bobbing, Seth’s eyes practically glowed. “You don’t have to say it just because I did. I know it’s too soon.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true. I love you.”

“Well…heck. I guess we’re in love.”

“Heck, I guess we are.”

Seth laughed. “That doesn’t sound right coming from you.”

“Fuck-a-doodle-do, I guess we’re in love. That better?”

“Much.” Seth pulled the covers over them.

Logan figured they could stay there all damn day, and he wouldn’t complain a bit.

Seth found Connor in his PJs by the tree in the great room, looking out at the falling snow. The colored lights glowed, the shiny angel on top beaming down, the world white beyond. “Hey,” Seth whispered, because it felt like he should. “Merry Christmas.”

Connor turned. “Merry Christmas.” His eyes were red, but he’d apparently stopped crying a while before.

Seth wanted so much to hug him, but he wasn’t sure about overstepping. “You’re up early.”

“You guys are kinda noisy.”

Oh, merciful lord. “I—I’m so sorry, we—it’s—oh my.”

Connor laughed. “Don’t, like, pass out or anything. It’s gross, but whatever.” He quickly added, “Not because you’re guys! Because you’re so…old and stuff.”

“We’ll keep that in mind.” He cast about for any change of topic. “Santa brought some gifts for you.”

“Me?” Connor looked at the small pile of wrapped presents under the tree. “Really?”

“Really.” Seth had removed the empty boxes Logan had wrapped for Angela’s benefit.

Yawning in his boxer briefs and a tee, Logan shuffled in, passing Seth a mug of fresh coffee. “Merry Christmas. We having turkey for breakfast?”

Seth said, “I was thinking bacon and eggs and home fries cooked in the bacon grease. Save the turkey and stuff for dinner.”

“Mmm. Sounds good.” Logan flicked the collar of Seth’s pajama top and winked. To Connor he said, “Yeah?”