Secret Santa

  By Deanna Wadsworth

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Secret Santa

  Dedication

  Secret Santa

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

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  Dedication

  To all those who tell me wacky stories to which I have responded with, “I’m gonna put that in a book one day!” This one’s for you!

  ~D

  Secret Santa

  It’s Christmas Eve and Adam has a special gift for his boyfriend—himself, wrapped in a big red bow.

  Blindfolded and ready for a magical holiday night, Adam anxiously waits for his boyfriend to come and unwrap him. Just when he thinks their date has been forgotten, the door bursts open and his lover arrives. They have the best sex of Adam’s life, but afterward his man disappears before Adam can catch his breath or even remove the blindfold.

  Left with only the memory of a passionate kisses kiss, a mysterious Santa hat, and a tray of half-eaten cookies, Adam soon discovers his lover was not who he thought it was...

  Chapter One

  Being naked and blindfolded really enhanced the senses.

  Adam was on sensory overload. The aromas of pine, snickerdoodles, and sugar cookies were so over-powering, he almost wanted to sneeze. His very skin seemed to crackle with more excitement than the promise of new toys under the tree had ever given him as a kid. He gave his dick a playful tug, the lube making his hand glide easily and sending a shiver of delight through his middle.

  He giggled to himself. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this!

  Naked and prone over the sofa between the Christmas tree and the fireplace, Adam was Paul’s Christmas present.

  Complete with a large red bow around his hips for ‘unwrapping.’

  He had invited Paul over for cocktails, though the second his boyfriend got a direct view of Adam’s willing ass, the jig would be up. Paul would know Adam was more interested in cock than tales.

  He could almost picture the shock than the hunger that would play across Paul’s face when he entered the apartment and saw Adam—hard, dripping, and ready for him. His cock stirred with interest so he stroked it lightly, the heat of his hand keeping it hard. The desire to watch his lover’s enjoyment almost had him reconsidering the blindfold idea.

  No, that’s half the fun.

  Elvis singing Christmas carols from his iPod drowned out most of the screams coming through the paper-thin walls as the couple in the apartment next door spent another evening fighting. If all went according to plan, they would get a dose of their own medicine as a different kind of screaming came from Adam’s apartment.

  For the duration of at least three songs, Adam had been in the same position and his legs were cramping. He stood and stretched, blood filling his tight muscles and joints popping a little. Adjusting the bow around his hips, he quickly bent back over and smoothed the towel spread over the couch. His roommate, Kathy, would kill him if he got cum stains on the fabric.

  Blue Christmas started to play, and Adam hummed along merrily, swaying his hips in rhythm just a little bit. It was one of his favorite Christmas songs. After a few verses, however, the lyrics felt a little apropos. It had to be almost a quarter after eight by now, yet still no Paul.

  Dammit, what’s keeping him?

  Adam fidgeted restlessly. He only had the apartment to himself until ten o’clock, and Paul was wasting all that good fucking time by being late. Traffic must be bad, because Paul was never late.

  In honor of his fireside seduction, Adam made Kathy hit the road for the night. As the only roommate currently involved with anyone, his need for the tiny apartment trumped hers—holiday be damned. He felt bad kicking her out, but when the mall closed, she would meet up with some of their friends at O’Halloran’s Pub for hot wings and beer. That was the only joint still open on Christmas Eve, and hanging out there had become their personal holiday tradition over the last five years.

  Kathy had pouted a little bit when Adam told her he wasn’t going with her, but he would make it up to her with the Christmas present he’d gotten her—a bracelet she’d been eyeing for weeks. Besides, she knew he needed to turn things around with Paul.

  Oh, the life of the single twenty-somethings with no local family.

  Mom had asked if he was coming home for Christmas, and hadn’t pushed when he declined. Family visits had never been the same after he came out in college. However, he had received four Christmas cards this year.

  A new record.

  There was the usual card from crazy old Aunt Edna, packaged with her ‘special’ fruitcake. There was nothing special about it, other than the lingering taste of Pall Malls. He and Kathy would have fun feeding it to the pigeons in the spring.

  Another card came from his cousin in Ohio, and one from his mother. She’d sent some kind of railroad tie ornament that was supposed to be the stake that nailed Jesus to the cross—totally macabre, right?

  The big shocker was the card from his brother, Jon—written in his new wife’s handwriting—along with a $20 Applebee’s gift certificate. Fancy. Adam kinda regretted blowing off the wedding now. That card was the closest he had come to speaking to Jon in three years.

  Progress, he supposed.

  He forcibly pushed any sad feelings of rejection from his mind. Feelings which usually made him want to have a good ol’ pity party with a six-pack of beer and a box of Ho-Ho’s. Tonight, all he wanted to concentrate on was how vulnerable and exposed being naked and bent over the couch felt.

  And how horny as fuck it made him.

  A sudden thumping on the roof had Adam straightening up, though he could see nothing other than a faint rainbow flicker of Christmas tree lights along the edges of the necktie he’d used in lieu of a blindfold. Must be the snow shifting as it melted. The building was so poorly constructed the heat from their apartment probably caused the snow to melt from the bottom out. Skyrocketing the electric bill, no doubt.

  Crappy apartment.

  No wonder Paul couldn’t wait to vacate their building the moment he got a big promotion with its big pay increase. The very promotion which had caused his boyfriend to be more than just absent these last few months, but a virtual stranger.

  The snow shifted on the roof again.

  Adam dismissed the continued creaking and let out a weary sigh when the antique mantle clock chimed for the half hour. His heart sank. Traffic wouldn’t delay Paul’s scant five-mile drive here for this long.

  Paul wasn’t coming.

  That hurt more than he cared to admit.

  Adam cursed.

  He was a dip-shit for blindfolding himself and spreading out over the couch for the last half hour, his bare ass in the air. His poor dick shriveled up in foolish embarrassment, and the damn ribbon seemed pretty stupid all of a sudden too. Maybe he would just eat all the cookies Kathy left out for Santa. And the box in the pantry.

  Hell, in his state of mind, maybe he’d even eat Aunt Edna’s fruitcake. Fuck the pigeons.

  With a depressed sigh, he straightened up and reached for his blindfold.

  Suddenly, an incredibly warm burst of air rushed from the fireplace and whipped around his naked body. His cock shivered from the lube he’d slicked over it earlier and his nostrils filled with the scent of peppermint and vanilla.

  “What the...?”

  Adam’s heart skipped. He shuddered hard and his head snapped toward the source of the wind, the bells on the tree answering with a tinny jingle. Before his brain could process the bizarre phenomenon in his fireplace, there was whooshing sound and the slam of a door.

  “Paul?” His voice held a tremor of uncertainty.

  A sharp, masculine intake of breath was the only answer.

  Chapter Two

  Adam expelled his breath in relief. He hadn’t realized how hard his blood had been pounding just then. He had no clue why Paul was so late, but he didn’t really care. He was here now. Tremors of gratitude and anticipation rippled down his spine, prickling the skin with goosebumps. The scent of something unexpectedly wonderful he couldn’t identify still lingered near him, and he wondered if Kathy had bought new candles.

  “I’m glad you’re here. Hold on.” A dam hastily repositioned his elbows on the edge of the couch and spread his legs wide, once again sticking his ass up in the air. The self-imposed vulnerability made his stomach tremble, and his dick snapped back to attention.

  Damn, it had been too long since they’d fucked.

  “Merry Christmas, baby,” Adam said in a low, husky tone. He shifted a little, just to tease. “Wanna open your present?”

  Paul didn’t respond with his usual cocky quip, rather he let out a low groan that sounded almost painful. Adam’s head jerked toward the fireplace in shock at the closeness of his lover’s voice. Paul was already standing beside him?

  “Jeez,” he chuckled. “You’re quick when you’re horny.”

  Another soft moan was the only reply.

  From the moment they’d met, Adam was the one doing the chasing. Though it had been fun at first, Paul’s act of playing hard to get was starting to feel personal. If he had known this naughty little scenario would make Paul come running to him for a change, Adam would have done it a long ago.

  “May I?” Paul’s voice was barely audible as he ran a fingernail down Adam’s spine to the red bow.

  “God, yes. Fuck me,” Adam breathed. He looked toward Paul but could see nothing but the colorful haze of blinking tree lights across the room.

  The blindfold had him completely at his lover’s mercy.

  For a flash, Adam worried over the music selection. Earlier, he’d selected this playlist as a sycophantic test. Paul hated Elvis, though the King was Adam’s all-time fave. He had hoped the sight of a slicked, willing ass would make the music more palatable. Now that Paul was here, Adam regretted trying to rile his lover.

  “I’m sorry about the music....”

  A fingertip brushed his hip and he shivered. “Shh. No talking.”

  Adam gasped and twitched from the scintillating touch, mildly surprised at the ban on talking, but willing to play along. While he had initiated the kinky tryst, it seemed Paul was the one calling the shots now.

  That made Adam hotter than hell.

  Paul gently traced the muscled outline of Adam’s back with the pads of his fingers. It felt so erotic, this unhurried touch. Those hands brushed his arms, as if learning the contours of his naked body. Ordinarily Paul was impatient. This painstakingly slow exploration made Adam’s cock weep pre-cum.

  When Paul leisurely began to untie the velvet bow, Adam’s breathing increased along with his pulse.

  This was what he had been so desperately craving. Something—anything—to rekindle the spark between them. A spark which had flickered away to almost nothing.

  Ever since Paul moved out of the apartment complex, no longer making them neighbors, things had gone downhill between them. Paul hadn’t been able to sub-let his old apartment, so he still had possession, but he never came around. After his big promotion, Paul couldn’t wait to escape, not just the building, but the people in it. Adam had feared that meant him too.

  But his lover was here now. That was all that mattered.

  The ribbon fluttered to the ground, grazing his needy cock and making him shudder. Paul placed his palms on Adam. Surprisingly those hands were trembling. Adam smiled. Paul was as jacked up about this as he was.

  Maybe things will be okay with us.

  Paul cupped the bottom of his cheeks, his fingertips flitting over his crack. A hot jolt of desire raced up his spine when Paul reached between his legs and fondled his balls lightly. The hair on Adam’s neck rose and heat pulsed on his neck and scalp. All thoughts about relationships vanished. He could do nothing but feel just then. His balls were rolled, their weight hefted as Paul’s thumb brushed his taint. Adam let go a rush of breath and basked in the gentle touches.

  God, I need this.

  Paul caressed his ass while he slid his other fingers a little deeper, where Adam was already lubed and ready. His dick, cold from the lubricant, strained for contact, the unusually warm air still coming from the chimney the only reward. The air felt like a million little champagne bubbles tickling his skin.

  Damn, having his senses muffled was hot!

  But Adam needed more contact. He spread his legs wider and pressed back into that wonderful touch. Something woodsy and sweet with the lingering nuance of mint filled his nostrils.

  Paul bought new cologne and Adam really liked it.

  Fingers snaked through Adam’s curls and he arched up, making purring sounds. Paul kept his grip tight on his hair then something wet skimmed over the small of Adam’s back. Tentative at first, then more languid. Paul’s tongue.

  Paul tugged on his hair as he kissed and licked his spine. Adam hissed and drew toward his lover’s touch. The scratch of what felt like a beard added to the delicious sensation of those tiny licks.

  “When did you grow your beard back?” Adam asked. A pang hit him that he had been apart from his lover that long.

  Paul didn’t answer.

  Oh yeah, because no talking.

  Paul released his hair and Adam sensed him kneeling behind him, those large palms sliding down his back. The course, dry feel of Paul’s hand gave Adam a stab of guilt. The new promotion must be forcing him to work a lot more. Otherwise he wouldn’t have slacked in his nightly moisturizing ritual. But all guilt was dispelled at the brush of Paul’s lips kissing his skin, swirling his tongue on Adam’s waist and slowly moving lower, savoring him.

  Paul kept a firm hold on one shaking hip, and a calloused hand worked between his cheeks, tenderly massaging. Adam’s need rose so fast his entire body shuddered, as if shaking off water. His cock ached for release, tiny pulses of cum leaking from the slit. Paul used the pads of his fingers to explore the moistened flesh around his hole and taint. Rubbing the lubed skin but never delving to that place of ultimate ecstasy—two inched further inside. His lazy touch was driving Adam crazy with need, as if Paul knew how close to get without actually giving Adam what he wanted.

  Those torturous fingers withdrew. Adam protested with a whine, but the snapping sound from the bottle of lube he’d left on the couch told him his lover wasn’t going far. Adam’s pulse raced, his breaths quickened.

  Damn, he wanted to be fucked! Fingered. Jerked off and licked clean. Anything and everything Paul had in mind. Adam needed it now! He couldn’t bear all this gentle teasing. The waiting. His dick was so hard, it ached to be touched.

  “Hurry,” Adam begged, unable to remain quiet as his entire body flushed with wanting. “I can’t wait much longer.”

  Breathing heavy, his head spinning a little, Adam braced his shoulder on the couch and fisted his prick. He rubbed the hot, wet steel a few times, and his body screamed in gratitude. Heat throbbed behind his closed eyes, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to come.

  To his utter shock, Paul tsked then slapped his ass lightly.

  It took every ounce of willpower Adam possessed to drop his hard-on, but he managed to do so with a laugh. To encourage his lover to hurry the fuck up, Adam reached behind him pulled his cheeks open in invitation. “Then do something back there already.”

  Paul made a pained whimper, as if loving the sight of Adam’s exposed, glistening hole and the shaved underside of his balls.

  Adam grinned wickedly. Oh yeah, Paul was gonna give it to him good tonight.

  A cool, lube-soaked finger gently brushing across the surface of Adam’s hole wiped the smile from his face. He shivered but again the finger didn’t penetrate. The move was repeated several times, increasing the pressure slightly, dipping into his hole a tiny bit at a time.

  “C’mon,” Adam pleaded, thrusting toward that wicked finger.

  Paul slapped his ass twice, once on each cheek.

  Adam threw back his head and cried out as the sharp sensation went straight to his dick. He swore if Paul spanked him one more time, he would come all over the couch. He thought about talking just to earn another whack, but his brain was too scrambled from pleasure and wanting to come up with something as mundane as words.

  Adam shook from the need to have Paul enter him. To put full pressure on that small bump inside his ass. But Paul seemed to have no intention of rushing. He kissed Adam’s cheek languidly, caressing the hair on the back of his thighs and rolling his balls in a wet hand. The dreamy way he kissed and tasted Adam’s flesh left him panting, desperate. His cock ached for attention, but Paul just kept stroking. Licking his cheeks and lapping lightly at the lube.

 

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