A gay story: Christmas Present Gavin did not know whether he was in Heaven or Hell. How did he let himself be talked into this anyway? Once again he threw a surreptitious glance at the man driving the 4×4. The young, athletic, gorgeous man.
Poitr was of Polish extraction and named after his grandfather. He was slender and blond with electrifying blue eyes. At least Gavin always experienced a thrill when those eyes focused on him. Somehow Poitr managed to make Gavin feel he was the focus of the blond’s world when they spoke — which was nowhere near often enough. He gave himself a cursory glance in the passenger mirror. His hair was dark enough to be classed as brunette and his eyes a warm hazel. He was marginally taller and broader then Poitr, but was willing to bet the younger man was more powerful.
Gavin had only recently become a part of Poitr’s circle. They shared a mutual friend and she had insisted Gavin start coming out with them. The group were pleasant enough and had a mix of work and leisure in common that let conversation flow easily. Gavin had been captivated by the blond from the moment he had seen him.
That was Heaven.
Then he had been warned off by one of the other girls in the group that Poitr was not only straight, but likely to announce they were an item. The warning had been three weeks ago and the announcement still to be made. However, Poitr and Marion regularly turned up together and there did seem to be ‘something’ between them.
That was Hell.
He was here because of Tiffany, their mutual friend. She was as bright and beautiful as the diamonds in the shop with which she shared her name and few could resist or refuse her. Poitr and himself included. The blond had wanted to take a short skiing trip just before Christmas. However, the penalties for being alone in the cabin were so great as to be off putting. That was when Tiffany solved the problem with a wave of her hand.
“But, Poitr, there’s no problem here.” Gavin could hear her voice as clear as day in his mind. “Gavin skis and he was talking about wanting to take a couple of days’ holiday around that time. You’d jump at the chance of some skiing, wouldn’t you, Gavin?”
“Well, yes.” Gavin had tried to hedge … hadn’t he? But the look in those Baltic blue eyes that had gone from misery to hope had been irresistible. He was just so screwed. He was close enough to the object of his recent fantasies that he could touch the muscled thigh under the canvass pants. But Poitr was not available. How was he going to manage this?
“Everything ok, Gavin?”
The words snapped the brunette from his reverie and he focused on the younger blond.
“Fine,” he lied. He gave a genuine smile. “I’m not the best passenger. I like driving rather than being driven.”
“We can swap if you like?” Poitr offered. “It’s a straight road now for the next couple of hours. Then I can do the more fiddly bits on the side roads. I wouldn’t mind a break, so don’t feel you’re treading on my toes.”
Gavin gave a mental sigh. If he had his way, those toes would be in his mouth being sucked … slowly … to moans of appreciation. ‘No. Stop. Danger,’ he mentally admonished himself.
“That would be great, thanks,” he said, pushing the erotic thoughts away. At least if he was keeping his mind on the road it could not misbehave and have him embarrass himself … and Tiffany … and lose the friendship of the blond. Despite which, Gavin found himself staring avariciously at the pert ass that was displayed as Poitr exited the car. He sighed. It was going to be a long few days.
****
Gavin gazed appreciatively around the log cabin. There was a huge fireplace in which a fire roared welcomingly. The mantle had a couple of snowflake-fronted glass candle holders casting a warm glow and a small artificial tree had twinkling white lights. On the table in the kitchen was a basket with bread, assorted mini boxes of cereal and some eggs. Checking the fridge, Gavin found butter, bacon, milk and a six-pack of beer. As well as a bottle of chilled champagne
“This is awesome,” he enthused. He turned smiling at Poitr. For a second, the younger man’s smile seemed wistful and then he was all business.
“Ok, the bedrooms are upstairs,” he said, waving his hand at the wooden steps. “So is the bathroom. You’ll like this, though.” He led Gavin upstairs into another room. It held a hot tub big enough for two. “You said you hadn’t skied for a while. Relaxing in the hot tub should sort out any aches from the day. Isn’t it cool?”
“Oh yeah,” Gavin replied. ‘Oh no,’ echoed in his mind. There was no way he could safely sit near Poitr if the blond was naked. He would never be able to get his body to behave. He stared at the innocuous tub. He was sure it was mocking him. Already a certain part of his body was trying to signal its approval.
“Let’s get things stowed, then we can have a beer and relax a bit before hitting the sack,” Poitr said brightly.
Gavin was as impressed with the bedroom as he had been with the rest of the cabin. The bed was Queen-sized, which meant space to stretch. The pillows were soft and clothed in cream cases and a thick duvet in forest green covered the bed. Extra pillows and throws were stored in the closet. Gavin stroked the soft, green throw folded at the bottom of his bed. As warm as he knew he would be in here, he wished he was going to be heated in a whole different way.
He stowed his clothes away, changing into soft light-grey sweat pants and a clean black polo shirt. He smiled wryly at himself. He had chosen clothes he thought he looked good in. ‘Not as though it will have an impact on Poitr,’ his mind added.
Back in the living room, the blond was stretched out on the floor, back against the warm-brown jacquard settee. Cushions had been liberally strewn on the floor in front of the couch and the single armchair. Gavin almost drooled. Poitr had exchanged jeans for sweat shorts and the brunette could swear he could see the outline of the younger man’s quiescent sex. The long legs were lightly dusted with blond fur at the calves, but the rest of Poitr’s skin was golden and smooth. He wore a matching tank top that showed a tight abdomen where it had ridden up and Poitr’s toned arms.
“Grab a pew,” Poitr laughed, waving his hand at the cushions.
“Cool,” Gavin smiled. He opted to sit in front of the armchair. Less temptation and he would be able to enjoy the sight of the relaxed, beautiful blond. He gave a companionable grin as he accepted a beer. “Did you order champagne?” he asked as he settled himself comfortably.
“Well, sorta,” Poitr confessed. “I know you like dry white wine and thought you might appreciate something a bit classier than beer. They must have misunderstood my request,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the fire.
Gavin nodded. For a moment he had worried that Poitr was going to casually mention he was bringing company back to the cabin.
“That was a really nice gesture, man,” he said, genuinely touched that Poitr had given thought to his likes and dislikes. “We can save it for our last night here.”
“Cool,” the blond nodded, then took a long drink of his beer.
The two men chatted amiably. They were both tired from the day’s travel and the talk was just light, nothing that could prompt a more meaty debate. For all that had gone on in his mind, Gavin could not help but admire the beauty of his companion. The light from the flames made Poitr’s skin look tanned and shadows chased each other over the expanse of his legs. Gavin could picture his hands, his mouth, following them. The younger man’s hair had taken on an amber sheen and he almost looked devilish as he favoured Gavin with another easy, wide smile.
“I’m sorry, mate,” Poitr said, covering his mouth as he yawned. “Need to turn in. Stay up if you want, not that there’s anything but the fire to keep you company.”
“That’s ok,” Gavin said, standing and stretching. “I could probably do with getting an early night myself. I don’t want to make a fool of myself tomorrow.”
“There’ll be no problem,” Poitr assured, as they headed for the stairs. “Just like riding a bike. Once you have your skis on and start to move, everything will come back.”
They reached the bottom stair simultaneously. For a moment, Gavin had the notion that Poitr was eying his lips. The unexpected thought had his blood rushing south and he stepped quickly past the blond before his erection could be noticed.
“See you in the morning,” he shouted, not daring to turn and barrelled into his room. In his haste he failed to see the hurt look from the younger man.
Gavin stripped quickly. He went to his wash bag and pulled out a fresh tube of lube. Although he had no current boyfriend, and was not promiscuous, lube and condoms were staples in his toiletries. He took a towel, a small packet of baby wipes and the lube and lay on the bed, his supplies at his side. Opening the tube, he squeezed the cool gel onto his fingers. His erection was red, hard and glistened wetly. He reached between his legs and teased his sac. He could feel how high and hard his balls were. He took a deep breath and relaxed a little. He wanted to enjoy his fantasy.
He pictured Poitr, back in front of the fire, this time the blond was naked. He was lying on his back, the firelight playing over his smooth-skinned body. At the image, Gavin fought back a low moan. He began to stroke himself slowly, evenly, a slight twist of his wrist as his hand reached the head of his arousal. His right hand travelled back to his sac and then stroked his perineum. He then rolled his balls carefully, wanting to play out the scene in his mind. He pictured Poitr rolling onto his hands and knees, looking over his shoulder, the arctic eyes ablaze with desire. The lush lips moved and the message was clear — ‘Take me’.
As Gavin pictured himself making love, his hips began to thrust hard into the tunnel of his hand. He pinched at his nipples, the dark nubs hidden in his chest hair. He could feel heat and need building as his hand flew over ever more sensitized flesh. Muting his cry of completion, his semen jetted in three thick pulses over his hand and lightly furred abdomen. He slowed his movements, as small aftershocks rippled through his body, and milked every last drop of his come. He panted softly in the afterglow as he lay drained. A leaden hand reached desultorily for the wipes and he cleansed himself. Dropping the wipe into the waste bin and the towel onto the floor, Gavin closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds.
****
The next morning they pored over the maps of the pistes on which they would ski. In deference to Gavin, they would try nothing more arduous than medium level and then after letting the older man find his feet on an easy slope or two.
Gavin was delighted to find, as Poitr had predicted, once he was using skis again it all became relatively easy. Even the medium slopes proved little obstacle. They enjoyed lunch at the mountainside restaurant and Poitr ordered additional food supplies to be delivered to the cabin. It was one of the best days of Gavin’s life
Back at the cabin, things went rapidly downhill.
“Let’s loosen up muscles by soaking in the hot tub,” Poitr said, bubbling with enthusiasm.
“Ah … I didn’t bring anything to wear in a tub,” Gavin demurred. He would never be able to hide his arousal if he were that close to the younger man.
“No sweat, man.” Poitr grinned wolfishly. “I realised as I was finishing packing yesterday I hadn’t mentioned the tub. So I packed extra swim briefs. I’m sure we’re close enough to the same size. I’ll get them and get the tub started.” The blond was already bounding up the stairs before Gavin could object.
Gavin stared at the almost indecently revealing ‘Speedos’. He would be worse than naked in these. They clung tenaciously to every millimetre of his skin, outlining his half-hard cock. ‘I might as well be wearing a signpost,’ he thought morosely. He heard Poitr head into his bedroom and scampered rapidly to the tub. If he put up too much of a protest it would be suspicious. He was grateful that the bubbling water made it impossible to see below the surface. As Poitr came back into the room, the older man’s mouth went dry.
Poitr was … dressed, if that word could be said to apply, in the smallest pair of briefs Gavin was certain he had ever seen. He did not know how Poitr had managed to fit everything that bulged so enticingly inside the clingy material. He shut his eyes quickly and dug his nails into his palms to deflect his thoughts and deflate his cheering cock.
“You ok, man?”
Gavin heard the words and the concern behind them, but kept his eyes firmly shut.
“Yeah, just got a problem with a headache,” he said aloud. ‘A problem with a hard-on,’ his mind corrected. “If it’s ok with you, I’ll just sit here quietly.”
“Um, sure, man. Whatever you need,” Poitr said softly.
Gavin was sure time had stood still. The room was quiet except for the sound of the tub. He was actually starting to drift off to sleep when a splashing sound startled him. He stared, open-mouthed, at the sight of Poitr’s taut ass, the briefs almost transparent, as the blond got out of the tub.
“I’ll make something light to eat. If you’re up to it that is.”
“That would be appreciated, thank you,” Gavin said. ‘I’m up for it, I’m up for it,’ his mind and other, less vocal but no less demanding, parts screamed. He sighed as Poitr left the room. He would have to find a way to avoid the tub tomorrow. He was not convinced his headache ploy had been believed. He hated deceiving Poitr, but what was the option? ‘Hey, buddy, I know you’re straight and seeing a mutual friend, but I’m gay and I want you’. He shook his head. Next time Tiffany came up with a ‘great idea’ to solve a problem he was off and running.
****
“I told you that you weren’t up to this. You said you weren’t well,” Poitr’s voice was angry as well as concerned as Gavin was helped, limping, into the cabin.
Gavin considered it divine retribution. He thought he had been so clever. That morning he had claimed his throat was a little sore and that he might be coming down with a cold. He had insisted it would not interfere with skiing. It was his excuse for keeping out of the hot tub.
The two men had gone to the piste, starting again with a couple of easy runs. Gavin had then insisted they do a more difficult run. It had not been the fault of the run, or his non-existent cold that he had fallen. It had been the sight of Poitr’s lycra-clad ass swaying before him that had Gavin tumbling arse-over-apex to land with a twisted ankle and sore shoulder.
Poitr had been at his side in seconds. A mix of anger and worry colouring all the blond said and did.
“I’m fine,” Gavin insisted. He felt ashamed and embarrassed. He just wanted to crawl into bed and hide there. But his ‘nurse’ would have none of it.
“You are going to get undressed while I get the tub going. You are going to soak for a while, then I’m putting ice on your ankle. Don’t even think of trying to argue with me,” Poitr growled as Gavin tried to object.
In his room Gavin undressed gingerly. He was lucky he had not broken any bones. He deserved Poitr’s anger. He finally pulled on the swim briefs. He really hoped that the pain and embarrassment would ensure his libido would behave. He wobbled to his door, only to be met by Poitr and a glacial stare.
“I said I’d help you,” he growled.
Gavin did not resist as one arm was hauled across Poitr’s broad shoulders. He should, however, have known his body would not care he had taken a tumble on a mountain when so close to the younger man. Poitr’s scent, his warmth, his proximity, all conspired to have Gavin hardening with not a thing he could do about it or to hide it. It was only as Poitr began to manoeuvre him to get him into the tub that the blond became aware of the straining flesh that the tiny briefs struggled to contain.
“Poitr, look, I’m sorry …” Gavin began. He was so wrapped up in his concern he had not destroyed a friendship that it took a moment for Poitr’s words and actions to sink in.
“Is that for me? Is that because of me? Do you want me, Gavin?”
Poitr was not pulling away, oh God he was not. A knowing hand was squeezing and rubbing his erection. Gavin was sure he was making a sound suspiciously like purring as his hips decided they did not need his brain’s permission to react to the gentle stimulation.
“Poitr.” Was that his voice? When had he ever sounded like he was begging when saying a lover’s name? Gavin decided he liked saying the blond’s name that way and said it again. He was immeasurably glad he did as his reward was smooth, warm lips moving over his. Then a tongue licked in an unspoken request and, as Gavin happily acquiesced,it swept inside. He felt it everywhere. He was certain not a millimetre of his mouth had been missed by the agile muscle.
“Let’s get you in the tub, lover,” Poitr said, his voice an octave lower and with a sinful rasp that had Gavin all but whimpering.
Poitr ensured Gavin was comfortable in the pool before moving away. Gavin looked worriedly, then avariciously. Slowly, the blond peeled off the clothes he wore. Gavin had hitherto been certain a man could not come by simply watching his lover strip, but the way his cock pulsed, that certainty was under question. As Poitr stood gloriously naked, Gavin wriggled out his own swim briefs, tossing them carelessly aside to a soft laugh.
“Eager little thing aren’t you?” Poitr said, with a gentle laugh in his voice.
As Poitr finally entered the water, Gavin reached for him immediately. To his surprise, he was lifted to sit astride Poitr’s strong thighs, his couple of inches in height no bar to the blond. Then Gavin’s mouth was plundered again. He did whimper this time. As his mouth was thoroughly ravished, Poitr’s hand began to stroke his aching erection, slowly and steadily.
“What do you want, lover?” Poitr purred. “Me in you? You in me? Oh, I think little Gavin liked that idea.”
Gavin felt his cock surge at the thought of being buried in Poitr. He gasped and writhed as a single finger traced his stretched opening, Poitr’s legs spreading to force his wider still.
“Poitr,” he husked. Gavin seemed incapable of making himself say anything other than the blond’s name and each time it sounded like a plea.
“I think we need to take the edge off a little, lover,” Poitr whispered hotly.
Gavin heard the wail and dimly realised he made that sound, but he was beyond caring. The finger tracing his anus had slipped inside to the first knuckle and Poitr had then pulled hard, flicking his thumb over the engorged head of Gavin’s cock and all he could do was shake and convulse through his orgasm.
“Stroke me, Gavin,” Poitr’s voice was tight and thick. Despite his orgasmic high, Gavin wanted to touch, wanted to give Poitr pleasure and wrapped his hand around his lover’s impressive dick. The touch was all the blond needed. Gavin felt ridiculously pleased with himself that he had managed to make Poitr come. Then they both sat, panting in the aftermath.
Gavin nuzzled contentedly at Poitr’s throat as they recovered. After a few moments Poitr reluctantly moved away.
“We need to move, lover,” he said huskily. “I don’t want an important part of you to shrivel from being in the water too long. I need it as impressive as it was in my hand. I want to feel every inch of you inside me.”
Gavin groaned at the image of being buried in tight heat. He moved slowly as they made their way to Poitr’s bedroom. He hummed contentedly as strong hands dried his body and definitely purred when they teased his sated sex. He stretched out on his side on the bed and held out his arms, letting Poitr meld to him. He allowed the blond to roll him onto his back and then sighed his pleasure as the younger man kissed his way down his body. He spread his legs invitingly as Poitr moved lower, and gasped as a saliva slick finger probed between his cheeks.
“It’s ok, lover,” Poitr crooned softly. “I prefer to bottom, taking my lover into my body. I love uniting so intimately with the other person. But I promise to make this good for you.”
Gavin could not stop the guttural groan as Poitr’s finger caressed his sweet spot. He had occasionally bottomed, but it was rare. He preferred topping, but Poitr was making him feel good. Too good. The insistent sucking at his resurgent erection and the fingers thrusting inside him were driving him to the edge of the precipice. He did not care if his ankle hurt. He wanted Poitr. He wanted the blond writhing beneath him, screaming his name, begging him for more.
Suddenly Poitr’s fingers and mouth were gone, leaving him bereft. He gave a cry of denial, which became a wanton moan of desire. He had not noticed the blond prepare himself, but the lithe body was now straddling his and Poitr’s lubed hand was slicking up Gavin’s latex-covered, eager cock. Slowly, carefully, Gavin watched and groaned appreciatively as Poitr slid down onto his erect flesh until he was fully impaled.
Once again Gavin did not know whether he was in Heaven or Hell. His shaft was buried in the tightest, hottest place he had ever known and Poitr was grinning down at him with a devilish smile, but the feeling was unearthly, sublime, paradise. His dick was throbbing in appreciation at the rippling channel that enveloped it.
“Poitr,” he moaned, his hands reaching to steady the sender hips as the blond slowly undulated then lifted and lowered slightly. As Gavin watched in awe, the beautiful blond began to squirm seeking just the right spot.
“God, you’re magnificent,” Poitr husked. “You fit perfectly. Just like I dreamt you would. Oh that’s good,” he added as Gavin’s hips decided to play, snapping upwards to bury the brunette a little deeper.
Gavin was stunned. This ethereal beauty had fantasised about him? Poitr’s moaning and obvious enjoyment of the flesh buried within him, threatened to take Gavin’s breath away.
“You feel like heaven,” he offered in return. He smiled at the flush that stole across high cheekbones. “You must hear compliments all the time,” he groaned as Poitr shifted and gave a cry of pleasure. Gavin knew he had found the blond’s prostate and his hips began to arch, trying to push himself impossibly deeper.
“Some have seen me as though I’m a trophy, a conquest,” Poitr panted. “Some weren’t interested past getting me to spread my legs. There was no need to compliment me then.”
Gavin moaned as Poitr’s anus tightened and released in concert with the sinuous movements of the blond’s hips. He no longer felt his ankle hurt. He wanted to love this special man. He hoped to show with his actions what he knew, at least for now, he could not say.
He moved rapidly, making Poitr gasp with surprise, covering the blond’s body with his own, spreading the smooth legs wide as he began to thrust till the pleasured cry told him his angle was true. He hammered at Poitr’s prostate as the blond writhed, strong hands clutching at his shoulders first, then digging into his ass cheeks, trying to pull him deeper.
“Yeah, good … Deeper…Harder … More, please, Gavin.”
Poitr was not monosyllabic, but Gavin was happy enough that the younger man was clearly enjoying the lovemaking. He made sure his body ground against the blond’s erection and he bit down at the bared throat and instinctively sucked.
“Oh, yeah, more, more,” Poitr sounded like he was begging and Gavin revelled in the sound. His hips increased their pace and he burrowed his hand to encircle Poitr’s shaft. As he did it erupted, pulsing wetly as Poitr gave a low, guttural groan of Gavin’s name. Gavin’s weight pinned the blond beneath him as he threw back his head with a primal bellow; the brutal contractions around his own eager cock finally sending him over the edge.
Gavin gave a last effortful move and flipped their almost comatose bodies. Still buried in Poitr’s body, and enjoying the small aftershocks that sent ripples along the length of his sated sex, he tucked the blond’s head under his chin, kissing him gently.
“Love you,” he murmured, speaking from the heart. He felt Poitr stiffen, but before he could regret saying the words aloud so soon, the blond seemed to melt even closer against him.
“Dreamt of hearing you say those words,” came muffled against his chest. Gavin felt the kiss pressed over his breast. “Love you, Gavin.”
Contented, Gavin closed his eyes, holding tight to his new lover.
****
Gavin grinned around his mouthful at the soft groan of pleasure that escaped Poitr as the blond slowly awakened. Drowsy blue eyes focused on him as he contentedly sucked on Poitr’s big toe. He nibbled at the others before, giving the younger man the sultriest look he could, Gavin went down on the digit. Very quickly Poitr was moaning and writhing as Gavin sucked hard on both toes, occasionally nipping at the heel or the arch as he bent the long legs up and out. He shoved a finger in his mouth alongside Poitr’s flesh and then pushed it inside his lover’s displayed entrance. Gavin relished the scream and watched, inordinately pleased, as Poitr’s crème adorned his toned stomach. As the blond finally subsided into a sated puddle, Gavin bent over the boneless form and desultorily lapped at all his lover had offered as tribute to his skills in lovemaking.
“That was incredible,” Poitr husked, as he lay spent. The sated sapphire eyes locked with Gavin’s satisfied sienna orbs.
“We’re not finished yet, “Gavin promised.
He rolled Poitr onto his stomach and kissed his way up from the soles of the feet he had assiduously, orally adored. When he reached the backs of Poitr’s knees, he paused to nibble and grinned at the way Poitr wriggled erotically. When he reached the creamy globes, Gavin stared, licking his lips. He kissed each in turn before running his tongue over the downy cheeks, Poitr’s low moan an added incentive. He spread the long limbs, tucking a pillow under the slim hips and checking Poitr was comfortable. He knelt between them, his hand stroking at the blond’s lower back, buttocks and sac. Now he was ready.
Placing a hand on each cheek, Gavin pulled them apart. His tongue slid across the furled aperture and he relished the groan from the blond. Then he bet to his task. He licked over and over, before plunging his tongue deep inside Poitr to a wail of his name. His face was pressed hard against the soft skin, tongue sliding in heated satiny depths. Releasing one cheek as his tongue continued its loving assault, Gavin began to fondle Poitr’s almost hairless sac. He rolled the precious orbs, together and apart as he thrust his tongue repeatedly inside the blond’s tight passage.
“Now, Gavin please, now. Want you in me now,” Poitr groaned.
Gavin moved to obey, sliding on a condom and slicking it with lube before lining up his slick cockhead pressing inexorably against the blond’s loosened anus, which opened to let him inside. He pulled Poitr up and against him, melding his chest to warm skin feeling his shaft enveloped in the blond’s hot, grasping ass. As strong as the younger man was, it was Gavin’s strength that supported them at that moment. He buried himself in tight heat, rubbing over Poitr’s hidden jewel till the blond was mindlessly moaning before wrapping his hand around the rock-hard rod jutting red and proud from its blond nest. Gavin heard the wail of his name as wet heat coated his hand and the tight ass began to squeeze him arhythmically. It was all he needed. With a bellow of Poitr’s name he flooded the latex sheath.
As the men came down from their shared high, they nestled comfortably together, Gavin quickly disposing of the condom to cradle Poitr to his chest.
“I’m glad we finally got it together.”
Gavin smiled at the blond’s confession.
“Me too,” he said. “I’d wanted you for so long, but Marion said you were straight.”
“What?”
Gavin almost laughed at the comically, outraged expression on Poitr’s face.
“She told me you were straight. When we get home I’m going to shake her till her teeth rattle. All that time, wasted.”
“It was good timing about the skiing,” Gavin offered, nipping softly at a bare shoulder. He just could not get enough of Poitr. Already his sex was beginning to show interest as it rubbed against the blond’s taut cheeks.
“Well … Tiffany said that if I could get you up here, I might get an unexpected present,” Poitr confessed. “I was honestly thinking she was wrong. You seemed oblivious to all I tried; romantic lighting, the hot tub, even putting my ass blatantly on display.”
“Gavin laughed, hugging the lithe body tight.
“Oh you succeeded. I thought I would die of blue balls before this holiday was over.”
They laughed together and then Poitr was leaving the sanctity of Gavin’s arms, much to the brunette’s disappointment. He gave an unashamed pout, which only made Poitr laugh out loud.
“Don’t worry, lover. I’ll be right back. I just remembered something Tiffany gave me and now seems the right time to open it.
Gavin opened his arms to welcome the slender blond back into bed and looked with some confusion at the cream envelope.
“That it?” he asked. He manoeuvred Poitr to be comfortable as the envelope was opened. He had to laugh at the hand-made card it contained. Two cartoon reindeer, lips pursed, stood beneath mistletoe; one had Poitr on its collar, the other Gavin. Inside, in Tiffany’s distinctive scrawl was written;
‘Merry Christmas, boys. I hope you didn’t need to open this before buying a clue. You were so obviously made for each other, so you are each my present to the other. I hope you enjoy. Tiffany.’
Gavin grinned widely.
“I think I want to play with my present again,” he said, reaching for Poitr’s half-hard sex. “And again and again and I want it for all my Christmases yet to come.”
A soft murmur of acquiescence greeted his words. As there seemed he would have no argument from the blond, he pressed the lissom body against the mattress and the card fluttered to the floor as he began to kiss his lover senseless.
Gavin finally decided, he was in Heaven after all.