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  Seth whimpered.

  Ooh, nice one. Time to up the ante. Clay fixed Seth with an immovable stare and moved on to the really important business of getting rid of his way-too-confining jeans. He popped the button with two fingers and dipped his hand beneath, grabbing his cock nice and dirty. Knowing this would blow Seth's mind, he began to jack his dick under the jeans. The rough jerks were so amazing he didn't have to pretend a thing when he leaned his head back and moaned.

  "God, Clay,” Seth choked.

  "Shh.” Clay fondled his balls, rolling them together. He had a decent idea of how obscene this had to look, and judging by the sweat starting to gleam on Seth's skin when he was able to steal a glance, Seth was loving it.

  Either that, or planning Clay's death for being such a cock tease.

  Clay could work with both options, and might have if he hadn't had to let go of his cock right away. He took some deep breaths to steady himself. It was don't-touch-and-don't-go for a chancy few seconds there. Thank God, he was able to back away from the edge.

  Looked to him like Seth hadn't missed a beat. He loved the way his man got off on watching. Seth's lips were parted slightly and his breathing had quickened.

  "Want something?” Clay put all the heat boiling within him in the question.

  "Hell, yes.” Seth gestured shakily. “Get those off."

  "What's the magic word?"

  "Now."

  It worked better than “please” as far as Clay was concerned. All the same, he took it slow and easy, dragging this out as long as he possibly could. He drew his zipper down barely faster than one click at a time, loving how Seth followed his every move with such hunger that it took Clay's breath away.

  When his cock, more than a little relieved, protruded from his jeans, Seth made an odd strangling noise that made Clay want to shuck them off and wrap his ankles behind his ears. Patience, young Jedi, patience, he cautioned his libido, which crankily informed him of what he could do with patience and the horse it rode in on.

  Clay struggled to continue. He let the jeans fall as far as they could, then turned ass-forward to Seth and bent at the waist to work them down his calves and off his feet. He didn't wiggle, sway or dance; he did, however, plant each foot wide apart as the jeans came totally free at fucking last. His ass cheeks parted slightly, drawing a soft, caught breath from Seth.

  Damn, he was good.

  Standing, Clay turned ever so slowly, holding his erection out on display. When he faced Seth completely, he dropped his cock and laced his fingers behind his head to strike a pose.

  Seth was either having a coronary or working just as hard not to cream himself.

  "Like what you see?” Clay prompted. He cocked his hip.

  Seth nodded dumbly.

  "Ah-ah-ah."

  "Hell, yes, I like what I see, and you're gonna love what I'll do with it."

  There went the alpha male that made Clay weak in the knees. He'd never have guessed Seth had this in him. Bonus. “So tell me. And, hmm, do you mind giving me a good look, too? I should know what I'm getting into here."

  "My mouth.” Seth stripped out of his sweater and jeans with far less seductive intent and far more hurry to get them the heck off as fast as possible. Odd how it turned Clay on harder and faster than his brand of deliberate teasing. “You're getting in my mouth, and I'm going to suck you dry. Then I'm going to make you face the walls while I shove my cock in your ass."

  Clay's eyes popped. Whoa, Nelly.

  Not that he planned to complain, no sirree bob. “Put your money where your mouth is.” Clay pulled open the misty-glass fronted door to their stall shower and reached for the hot water tap, giving it a practiced twist. Bless the high-flow spigot they'd installed. Power showers were proof that God loved those who did it for themselves and wanted them to be happy, as far as Clay was concerned.

  He stepped inside and blew Seth a kiss. “Coming?"

  "You know it."

  "That's what I like to hear.” Clay stepped in completely, caught at once in the bliss of decently warm water cascading over his naked flesh. He purred and shook his head under the flow until his hair was soaked.

  Seth caught him around the waist and ground his cock to Clay's ass. Clay inhaled sharply and brought his chin up. “God,” he gasped, one of only two words he could coherently manage. “God. Seth.” That would be the other one.

  "You feel so good,” Seth ground out, pressing his cock between Clay's ass cheeks. The head felt slick and slippery with pre-come, painting stripes on the inner skin and the puckered ring of muscle. “Need to get in you."

  "I thought someone promised me a suck job first."

  "Oh. Right.” Seth spun Clay around, slippery floor be damned. Before the shower stall had stopped spinning, Seth had dropped to his knees like he'd slipped on a bar of soap. Clay had but the barest moment to realize whoa, momma, here we go! before Seth shot him a smoldering look and slid his mouth over Clay's cock.

  Clay wasn't too proud to admit he screamed like a girl from time to time.

  Seth chuckled lustily around his mouthful of cock and put his tongue to good use. He kneaded Clay's hips as he sucked, his eyes turned toward Clay's and refusing to break the contact. Clay was making noises he barely recognized, aching to fuck Seth's amazing lips, stretched tight over his erection. The guy was still new to cock sucking, despite all his skills, and the last thing he wanted was to gag him.

  As if he could read Clay's mind, Seth pinched Clay's leg and bucked forward to swallow as much as he was able to. He trailed the tip of his tongue on the backstroke, the challenge clear in his darkly sparkling eyes.

  Never let it be said that Clay backed down from a sexual challenge. “This what you want?” He gripped Seth by the hair, deliberately pulling hard enough to cause him a stinging prickle of pain, and held the man's head in place.

  Seth fell obediently still right away, waiting. Yes, he said without saying a word. Give me all you've got.

  "You asked for it,” Clay groaned. He thrust deep in Seth's mouth, over the lips and past the tongue. Look out testicles, here I come.

  Seth, bless his horny little heart, took almost two-thirds of the length and egged Clay on with small tugs to his legs, demanding more. Clay forgot to worry about Seth's gag reflex when he bumped the back of Seth's throat. He snapped his hips, fucking Seth's gorgeous mouth with abandon and not inconsiderable glee. Although still a little clumsy, Seth kept up, taking push for shove and lavishing both licks and suction on Clay's cock.

  For all his developing skills, though, Seth still played dirty. Clay was lost in tight, wet heat when he realized Seth's fingers were doing some walking up between the cleft of his ass. He gasped, eyes snapping open wide, just in time to recognize the bite and burn of Seth's dry fingertip penetrating his asshole, and damn it, damn it, damn it, that was the last straw. Clay hollered, bucked, and came, fucking fast and deep between Seth's stretched lips.

  Seth drew off, sucking noisily to catch every drop of spunk that he possibly could. A few trickles escaped him, a dribble trailing down the corner of his swollen mouth. Clay grunted and found that he still had a dollop left to give, and Seth, ever enterprising, seized Clay's cock to direct it so the trail of jizz painted his cheeks.

  Clay thought he might just pass out.

  Luckily, Seth was there to catch him. Clay's lover rose fluidly to his feet and muscled his way under the still-hot-and-holding stream of shower water. He didn't wait to ask or guess but simply smashed their mouths together, shoving his tongue in Clay's mouth.

  Clay tasted his come mixed with cinnamon and cherries from the disastrous fruitcake in Seth's mouth. Too dazed to share and share alike, he hung in Seth's arms and let the man ravage his mouth.

  Good times. Gooood times.

  "Fuck me,” he breathed. “Fuck me so hard I'll feel you for days."

  Seth growled, making Clay's heart a happy heart indeed. He succumbed to the abrupt manhandling attack, gleefully turning as directed by Seth's hard, impat
ient hands on his back and waist until he stood plastered against the shower wall. Warm drops of water skated down his spine, the chill of the tile burned something amazing on his palms and tempted his cock to go back for seconds, but even taken together they were nothing compared to the sound of Seth's knees hitting the shower floor a second time.

  Seth parted Clay's ass cheeks, his breath hot against Clay's spasming asshole. Clay boggled at the shower wall, as there was no way on God's green and growing earth he'd turn around to stare at Seth regardless of disbelief levels. Was he going to...?

  His lover's tongue tentatively brushed Clay's hole. He hollered. Oh, yes, he was going to, all right. He'd never tried this before, although he was a total two-dollar trick for Clay lavishing the same kind of attention on him. Clay had thought Seth would shatter glass the first time he'd tongued Seth's sphincter.

  Groaning, he let his head loll back. “Seth, fuck,” he got out. “Again."

  Seth put his mouth to better use than replying out loud. A few more tentative, measuring laps in which Clay could all but hear Seth deciding in his head that he kind of liked this, a pause, and then the unmistakable sensation of a stiffened tongue-tip forcing its way inside.

  Clay hollered fit to wake the sweet baby Jesus and spread his legs as wide as he could without losing his balance. His cock, jerking up at the first penetration of Seth's hot tongue, throbbed where it was trapped between Clay's weight and the shower wall. “Yeah,” he panted, knowing he sounded like a porno star and really not caring at all. “Yeah, God, yeah. Harder. More."

  Seth nibbled at the soft inside of Clay's ass cheek and Clay howled to the heavens. He couldn't stand the lack of friction to his cock and got a good grip on it, stripping it from base to tip without mercy. His balls drew right up and tight to his body, aching and heavy, each second warning him that he was about to blow if Seth didn't stop.

  Boy, did Clay ever hope Seth wouldn't stop.

  He whined in disappointment when Seth did cease his increasingly sure tongue strokes and stood, trailing his tongue up the line of Clay's back.

  Seth reached around and molded his hand over Clay's, compressing his cock hard. Clay gasped and bucked. “Going to fuck you now,” Seth buzzed in Clay's ear. “Hand me the lube."

  "God bless oversexed cops who think of everything,” Clay gasped. He couldn't exactly see the shower caddy where a nice big bottle of Slick nestled among the shampoo and very manly body wash he favored, but sense memory proved nicely reliable. The bottle was fumbled a time or two, but made its way successfully to Seth's waiting hand.

  The sound of the bottle cap popping open made Clay shudder hard. He pushed his ass toward Seth and voiced a pleading mewl.

  Seth slapped his ass, the sting doubly loud when it echoed off the shower walls. “Love you when you gag for it,” he crooned. “When you want me this bad."

  "Always did,” Clay gasped. “Always will."

  "Shit.” He sensed Seth trying to steady himself. “You want to know a secret?"

  "Now?"

  "Yeah.” Seth's fingers, slippery with lube, circled and teased Clay's rear entrance. Clay writhed like a cat in heat, yet was still shocked enough to gasp when Seth pushed in not one, not two, but three fingers on the first go. The bastard sounded shaky but still had enough oomph to ask, “Want to know a secret?"

  "Fuck me,” Clay pleaded.

  "Do you want to know?"

  Seth was enjoying this far too much. Clay groaned, resigning himself to having to ask before Seth would replace fingers with cock. “Okay. Fine. Tell me."

  "Good.” Seth burrowed his chin on Clay's shoulder, nipped the skin, and raised up far enough to whisper, “Knowing how much you want me is one of the reasons why I fell in love with you."

  Clay's cock couldn't take it any more. He stuttered out a shriek and shot over Seth's strong, steady hand, as close to heaven as he ever expected he'd get.

  That was, until Seth tore his fingers from Clay's ass and slid home. Clay briefly thanked God for his consisted enjoyment of toys because for all his macho manliness, Seth lived to bottom and he hadn't personally gotten fucked for a while.

  Looked like Seth planned to make up for lost time and combine the mighty thrusting power of roughly ten fucks in one. Clay hung on for dear life, not easy to do when pressed to a tile wall, his short fingernails scrabbling for purchase. He tucked his chin to his chest and gritted his teeth to keep from screaming.

  Seth nailed his prostate and Clay decided to hell with not screaming. He lifted his voice and made a joyful noise unto the demigod of sex, praying this would go on for hours.

  Seemed like it, Clay thought hazily, riding each and every lightning bolt sizzling from gland to groin. Seth fucked Clay like he was never, ever going to stop, fingers digging in deeply enough to leave handprint bruises that wouldn't fade for over a week. He sank his teeth into the skin on Clay's shoulder and worried at the mouthful, shaking his head. Hurt so damn good.

  Clay was barely able to breathe, short bursts of not nearly enough oxygen all he could swallow down, and it was too soon, yet more than he could take without exploding, when Seth's fingers flexed, digging deep and he tore his mouth away to frantically chant, “Wait—wait—wait—fuck!” His balls slapped Clay's ass and he froze, keening a long, low wail under his breath as he came like a blessed uncapped fire hydrant, or at least that was what it felt like to Clay.

  Clay squeezed his eyes shut and mingled his groan with Seth's voice. His aching cock spurted a dollop of come on the shower wall and that was it, that was all she wrote. He'd have fallen if not for Seth's strong arm around his waist, holding him up only God knew how. They clung together, the water streaming down them transitioning slowly from warm to cool. It was on the verge of cold when Seth finally recovered enough to press a shaky kiss to Clay's throat.

  "They got off to a rough start,” he said, his voice gravelly, “but I think I'm gonna have a good time this year."

  Clay purred. “Happy, happy holidays.” So they had some issues to work out and still a ways to walk as a couple. It wasn't going to be easy, but he wouldn't trade this for the world on a silver platter because there was no possible way it'd ever compare.

  "Love you,” he whispered under the noise of the shower.

  Seth heard him anyway. “Yeah. Love you too."

  And just like that, Clay knew they'd be fine.

  Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum-Pum:

  Later that night, so late that it could possibly be called morning, Clay and Seth took time to enjoy the quiet hours. They'd dressed in unromantic thick socks, heavy sweatpants, and sweatshirts, and wrapped up in dense robes. Standing back to chest in front of the kitchen window, they nursed mugs of Sterno-burner cups of instant coffee in silence.

  Clay hummed quietly, wholly content and not really surprised, when Seth reached into the pocket of his robe to pull out a small black velvet box and make a slightly shamefaced offer.

  He didn't need to think twice. “Yeah,” he said. “Game on. Let's do this thing."

  And with that, he turned around to kiss the love of his life. There was nothing else in the whole wide world that he'd rather do and no one else he'd like better than to grow old alongside.

  It was now and would be, he knew for damn sure, the best gift Santa had ever brought him.

  Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum-Pum...

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