Snow drifted down on Christmas morning.
Still under the covers, Logan watched fat fluffy flakes fall past the window in Seth’s bedroom. The sky was cloudy, but he could tell by how bright it looked that everything below was thick with white. The perfect day for PJs and TV and all the leftovers Jenna had pushed on them.
They’d fallen into Seth’s plush bed after sharing a lazy shower, full of turkey and stuffing and chocolate cake. Even though they’d been too tired to do anything, they’d cuddled up, their naked bodies still new and exciting.
He was spooned up behind Seth now, his morning wood prodding Seth’s ass. Logan circled Seth’s hole, wondering what it felt like to take a cock inside. He’d told Seth that he’d never done it, and that was true. He’d also told him he didn’t want to, but that was…less true.
Becoming less damn true every minute.
“Mmm,” Seth murmured, yawning.
“Merry Christmas.” Logan kissed his shoulder.
Seth tensed. “Right. Christmas.” He laughed unsteadily. “You’ll think I’m nuts, but it feels naughty to let myself celebrate. This is the first year since I left home that I’ve done anything at all for Christmas. Let alone so many things. A proper turkey dinner, even.”
Fuck Seth’s family and him “leaving” home. Fuck their obituary. Fuck them all in their pious, hypocritical ass-faces. “You deserve every single bit of Christmas,” he said fiercely.
Seth relaxed back against him, turning his head to kiss Logan softly. “Thank you. I wish I’d bought you more than a new tie.”
Logan laughed, letting go of the fury toward the Marstons. They weren’t worth hanging onto. Not when he had Seth naked in bed and the door locked. “Um, I might have gotten you socks that Jenna originally bought for Jun. In my defense, it’s been really busy.”
Grinning, Seth rolled onto his back. “We’ll definitely up our gift game next year.”
He knew they shouldn’t be banking on a year from now, but what the hell. “Deal. At least there’s some stuff for Connor.”
“Yes, Jenna assured me she chose well and that we could take all the credit.”
“She’s always been the best at gifts, like our mom. I’ll pay her back when—well, if I get that job. If not—”
“Nope. You’re getting it. End of story. I have complete confidence in Angela Barker.”
Logan laughed. “Fair enough.” He dragged his fingers through Seth’s chest hair and kissed his throat. “Now what was that about you being naughty? Because I’ve got a few ideas.”
“Mmm. I bet you do.” He ran his foot over Logan’s calf. “I’m all ears.”
“How about you fuck me?”
Seth’s eyes went wide. “Oh! I… Are you sure? You don’t need to. I mean, not to prove anything to me. Or because you think you have to.”
“I want to,” Logan insisted. “Maybe I’ve been curious for a long time, but I squashed it.” He fidgeted, his face going hot. “Never even considered doing it for real. It’s different with you.” He shrugged. “I trust you.”
Seth smiled and laughed and almost cried at the exact same time, and Logan had to kiss him until they were panting. Then he got on his hands and knees on the soft bed. This had always been out of bounds, and now he shook with curiosity and lust. Even if he didn’t like it, he wanted to know.
He wriggled his ass. “Come on. Plow me.”
But Seth was apparently in no rush, and he smoothed his long fingers over Logan’s thighs, kissing down his spine, murmuring to him and turning him over onto his back.
Logan froze up. He was all exposed like this, and he closed his eyes before realizing what he was doing.
“Logan. Look at me. Do you really want to do this? Because you don’t have to. I love being…penetrated.” Seth scratched the back of his neck, and he was so damn pretty kneeling between Logan’s legs. “I’m not good at the words.”
“You don’t need to be. Just fuck me already.”
They both laughed, and Logan breathed easier. Seth pushed at his knees, pressing them back and opening him up, palms against the bottom of his thighs. Logan squirmed, but let Seth look his fill. They were both hard, but Logan knew he was going to droop if he didn’t relax.
“Tell me what you want,” Seth whispered. “The way you would if you were me.”
Logan caught the drift. Seth loved dirty talk but was too shy to say it himself. Now here was Logan being the shy one. He cleared his throat. “Want you to shove your big cock inside me.”
Gasping, Seth shuddered. Oh yeah, he clearly liked that.
“You do have a big cock, you know that? You should be proud of it.” Logan reached down to run his fingers over the shaft and head. “You’re already dripping for me. Gonna feel so good inside. You’re so big, you’re gonna split me open, and I’ll love every second of it. Want you so bad, want you to—mmph.”
Logan couldn’t talk anymore with Seth’s tongue jammed down his throat. They kissed hard and wet, grunting, Seth rutting against him. Logan’s legs were still bent back, Seth heavy on him, fingers clutched at Logan’s head, tugging his short hair.
He loved unraveling Seth like this, and the earlier nerves faded. They broke apart to breath, spit strung between them. Logan asked, “You want to eat my ass?”
Seth jolted, his face going even more red. Oh yeah, he sure as hell wanted to eat Logan’s ass. Logan tried not to grin.
“You want to lick my hole? Stick your tongue in me? Bet you do. Wanna lick me like a dog with a bone. Bury your face in my ass and—” It was Logan’s turn to jolt as Seth did exactly that, spreading Logan even wider with his hands and pressing his face into Logan’s crack.
His tongue lapped at the sensitive skin, and Logan bit his tongue, his hands grabbing at Seth’s shoulders. “Oh fuck, baby. That’s so good. I could come just like this. With your tongue inside me.”
Seth moaned against his hole, hot and damp and fucking perfect as he opened Logan with his tongue. Logan had done some ass play with women in the past, but this was next level because Seth was so into it.
The words tripped out of Logan’s mouth. “Never even thought about letting anyone fuck me, but I want you to pound my ass with your big cock. Want you to fuck me ’til I can’t walk.”
Moaning, Seth lifted his head. His eyes were dark, his wet lips parted as he breathed hard. He reached blindly for the condom and lube.
“Wish you could come right inside me. Nothing between us.” Logan wasn’t even thinking about what he was saying now, truths rocketing out of his mouth. “We can after we get tested. You want that? Wanna fuck raw, baby?”
“Yes,” Seth groaned hoarsely, kissing Logan again messily. “Oh, God, yes.”
Logan could taste his own ass, and instead of grossing him out, it just made him even harder. “Come on. Do it.” He lifted his hips as Seth pushed lube into him clumsily. “I’m good. Fuck me. Give me your dick.”
With jerky motions, Seth lined up and pushed, and Logan bore down. They both gritted their teeth. Seth cried out as he pushed past the rim and rammed all the way inside.
Logan ignored the burning pain, reaching up to slap his hand over Seth’s mouth. “Walls. Not that. Thick,” he grunted. He kept his hand planted over Seth’s mouth as he arched his back, his chest tight. Seth felt way too big to fit, but he was all the way inside, his pubes tickling Logan’s ass. Sweat trickled down Seth’s face, and Logan felt hot all over, his own skin slick.
“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?”
Connor was watching them with an unreadable expression. “Yeah. Cool.” He looked back at the presents.
Seth knelt by the tree. “Here you are. Come on. Don’t be shy.”
Hesitantly, Connor knelt by him, and then Logan did too. Seth passed out the presents, seven of the boxes for Connor. He ripped into the paper of one, pulling out some kind of speaker. “Sweet! It’s the waterproof Bose. This is awesome!”
“Santa knows his stuff,” Seth said. Jenna would definitely be getting a spa day for her help.
Connor was already ripping open another package. “The new Call of Duty!” He shrewdly eyed the remaining boxes, picking up a bigger one and tearing it open. “And the latest Xbox!” His face positively glowed, and Seth and Logan shared a grin.
“Glad you like it,” Logan said.
“I love it! Can we hook it up?”
“Absolutely,” Seth said.
Connor tore into his other gifts, a few more games and a pair of Adidas shoes that he declared “sick,” which Seth took to be a good thing. Connor was readying the Xbox when he said, “Oh, wait. You guys have to open your stuff.”
With wry smiles, Logan and Seth unwrapped their blue tie and black socks, respectively. Connor scowled. “Seriously? That’s it.”
“We’re gonna do better next year,” Logan said.
“Shit, I hope so.” Connor went back to the cables behind the TV. “But thanks. This stuff is awesome. I… I didn’t get you guys anything.”
“That’s okay,” Seth assured him.
Logan said, “How about you not be a little dickhead for the rest of the holidays? We’ll take that.”
After a pause, Connor burst out laughing. “I’ll try my best. Can we make breakfast soon? I’m starving.”
Seth chose the Christmas station on the stereo, and jazzy holiday music filled the main floor. He hummed as he got out the eggs and bacon, Logan insisting he and Connor would do the potatoes.
“I think you’re supposed to cut them the long way,” Logan said.
“Says who?” Connor grumbled.
“I dunno. It looks better like that.”
Connor rolled his eyes. “Since when are you an expert in cooking?”
“Since never. Let’s Google it.”
“Fine. What Google says goes. Deal?”
Logan chuckled. “Deal.”
Seth said, “We have a pretty good track record with deals.” He grinned at Logan, who gave him a wink while Connor tapped his phone.
As Seth peeled off the strips of bacon, he sipped his coffee and hummed along to Sinatra singing about happy golden days, and all their troubles being miles and miles away.