Merry Cherry Christmas

Under the white towel around his waist, Max’s cock roared back to life. With a playful smirk, he rubbed himself through the soft material. “Vulgar, hmm?”

Lips parted, Jeremy swallowed hard, his gaze locked on Max’s groin before he looked up to meet his eyes. Jeremy opened and closed his mouth as though he was going to say something.

He looked left and right.

He pushed Max back into the bathroom with a surprisingly strong hand on his bare chest and locked the door behind him. His glasses fogged at the corners.

Hell yeah.

The rules were made to be broken, right? Max lifted his finger to his lips. “Shh.” But as Jeremy took a deep breath and tugged Max’s towel free with determination, it was Max who had to bite back a loud groan. “I’ve created a monster.”

Instead of laughing, Jeremy hesitated, clutching the towel. “Is this too much? Am I too…” He motioned jerkily, the towel swaying.

“What?” Max hadn’t had coffee yet, and he tried to figure out which nerve he’d struck. “Whatever problem your anxious brain is dreaming up, the answer’s no. You’re not too anything. You’re just right.”

Jeremy blew out a long breath. “Okay. I’m just afraid—” He shook his head. “Never mind.” He fiddled with the towel before dropping it.

“Tell me what you’re afraid of.” Max drew him near and kissed him. Even Jeremy’s morning breath was adorable.

“I dunno.” Jeremy rolled his eyes. “That I’ll get everything wrong. Be too needy. Too eager.”

“Yeah, I hate it when a gorgeous, sweet, sexy guy wants my dick. Such a burden.”

Ducking his head, Jeremy laughed. “Okay, okay.” He looked up, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I want more than that too. Not that your dick isn’t—I mean—” Rubbing his face, he mumbled, “This is why I shouldn’t talk.”

Max’s heart had swelled, and all he could do was kiss Jeremy until they were gasping. “You should always talk,” Max murmured. “You’re way better at this than you think.”

With a determined gleam, Jeremy dropped to his knees on the discarded towel, and Max wanted to shout to the moon. Or the sun, or wherever. Spreading his legs so he had a solid stance, Max stroked his straining cock from root to tip. “You want this?” he whispered.

Jeremy nodded hard, taking tight hold of Max’s hips.

“You like it, hmm? Such a pretty little cock slut, aren’t you?”

Breathing shallowly, Jeremy nodded again desperately. “Can I? Please?”

“Baby, I’m all yours.”

Max had to grip the edge of the sink with his left hand, the hot suction of Jeremy’s eager mouth making his knees weak already. He’d been close in the shower, and he was right back there in no time. Jeremy used his tongue more this time and though he was still learning, it was the hottest blow job Max could remember.

He threaded his fingers through Jeremy’s gorgeous hair, the bed-head mess of it so adorable it made him smile. He bounced back and forth between the powerful current of desire and the soft, warm affection for Jeremy.

Seeing his cock disappear between Jeremy’s red lips made his head spin. Jeremy had been licking and sucking with complete concentration, and now he gazed up at Max. Spit dribbled from his stretched mouth, his nostrils flaring. His glasses had cleared, and Max stared into his eyes, stroking his head.

“You’re a natural,” Max murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”

Jeremy made a little moaning sound around Max’s cock, and then Max was coming. Jeremy hung on to his hips, not letting him retreat, swallowing as much as he could. The pleasure burned so intensely Max’s knees wobbled, but Jeremy held him up, his grip sure.

Max gasped as he spurted a last time, the semen dripping down Jeremy’s chin as he pulled off to breathe. Max hauled him to his feet and kissed him deeply, tasting himself, Jeremy moaning into his mouth.

Jeremy was rock hard in his pajamas, and Max dropped to his knees to free him and swallow him down. Jeremy shook and whimpered, emptying down his throat almost immediately. Max swallowed it all, then stood and kissed him again. Both of their flavors mixed on their tongues, and Max held Jeremy tight against him.

The knock made them jump a mile. “Are you coming to breakfast?” Meg asked from the hallway.

Max and Jeremy stared at each other in frozen horror—then dissolved into helpless giggles. Max cleared his throat. “Coming.”

That was certainly the truth.

“Merry Christmas, my brother!” Honey hopped out of the banged-up Yaris wearing a Santa hat and a grin. “We’re ready to get our winter wonderland on.” He waved his arm around at the fresh snow. It was cloudy, but they weren’t calling for more accumulation until later.

There were a flurry of hugs and greetings, Dad and Valerie coming from the sugar house to say hello to Honey and Alicia, who was stunning in black leggings and tall boots, a form-fitting red coat, and matching lipstick. Her dark skin was flawless. Max had always joked with Honey that she was way out of his league, and Honey didn’t even argue.