Chapter 3
Hayley
Hayley dunked the yellow fish before he dunked the blue one. He loved bubble baths in the enormous tub Mac had built especially for him.
“How are you doing, baby?” Mac asked as he entered the bathroom.
“Good, Daddy,” Hayley responded. He was so happy.
After Mac had freaked out learning that Hayley’s family was going to be there right after Christmas, he’d loaded Hayley and Jayme into the SUV and taken them to Mitch’s house.
Hayley didn’t know what exactly Mitch had said to Mac, but whatever it had been, it had helped settle Mac down.
He was just grateful they could get back to celebrating their first Christmas together.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Mac picked up a washcloth. “How about we get you cleaned up and dried off so we can cuddle on the couch?”
“Is that new Christmas movie starting tonight?” he asked innocently. He loved the fact that Mac was addicted to Hallmark Christmas movies.
“You know very well it is,” Mac said.
Hayley let Mac move his toys away and start to wash him.
The bodywash smelt like oranges. He loved the new bottle.
Since he’d lived with Mac and started saving money, Hayley had been able to invest more funds into his store.
Of course, he had to try all the new products.
That was the best part of owning his own shop.
Once every external inch of him was squeaky clean, Hayley spread his legs, hoping to entice Mac into more touches. Just as he hoped, Mac moved the slick washcloth between his legs. His cock was cleaned before Mac’s finger circled his hole.
Hayley couldn’t hold back his moan.
Mac chuckled while teasing Hayley. He massaged his finger against Hayley’s hole, stroked Hayley’s shaft, but never gave him what he really needed.
“Please,” Hayley begged. “Please more.”
“You’ve been a sassy boy today,” Mac said.
“Sorry.” He wasn’t really.
“I don’t think you’re sorry. I think you like being my bossy baby.” Mac finally pressed the tip of his finger inside Hayley.
Hayley nodded. It wasn’t just that he enjoyed bossing Mac around. It was that Mac liked it, too. Other Daddy/boy relationships were based mainly on the Daddy being dominant. Their relationship was unique.
Oh, Mac had typical dominant traits. The possessiveness and over-protectiveness. Hayley had to be safe at all times or Mac would lose his shit. But Mac was also easygoing and had no problem following Hayley’s orders.
Mac slid his entire finger inside and Hayley stopped thinking about anything else. Nothing was more important than having this time with his Daddy.
“You like that, baby,” Mac teased. He stretched Hayley’s hole before adding a second finger.
“Yes,” Hayley hissed. “Love it, love you.”
“I love you too,” Mac said. “And I can’t wait to be buried inside you.”
Hayley was lifted out of the tub before he even knew what was happening. A towel was wrapped around him as Mac quickly but thoroughly dried him. Hayley touched Mac’s strong body anywhere he could reach.
When Mac turned Hayley to dry his back, Hayley braced his hands on the edge of the tub. Pushing his ass out, he gave it a little wiggle.
“You know how much I love that cute little behind,” Mac stated. He ran his hands over the globes of Hayley’s butt.
“I haven’t felt you inside me in so long,” Hayley complained.
“It hasn’t even been forty-eight hours.” Mac was obviously amused.
“Foreverrr,” Hayley drawled.
“I’ll have to change that.”
Hayley’s cheeks were pulled apart before he felt Mac’s breath across his hole. He started to shake with need.
“Hold still, baby.”
“I’m trying!” It wasn’t easy. He knew how good Mac felt buried inside him.
“Be a good boy and Daddy will reward you.”
Rewards were good. He liked rewards.
Mac licked up Hayley’s crack before he sucked on Hayley’s hole.
“Oh God.” That…yeah that, was good.
Mac’s tongue was moist. Plunging inside him. He added a finger then a second. Hayley pushed back, trying to get more pressure. More something. “Please, inside me. Please.”
“Hold on, boy.” Mac sounded wrecked, his voice heavy with want.
Hayley widened his stance. “Hurry.”
There was movement behind him. Then the sound of Mac lowering his sweats. Thankfully Mac was back, holding on to his hip tightly, pressing the tip of his cock against Hayley’s hole.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” Mac ordered.
Instead of easing himself, Hayley pushed back onto Mac’s shaft.
“Fuck!” Mac hollered.
“Uh, yes, yes.”
Mac took over from that point. With his fingers clinging to the edge of the tub, all Hayley could do was hang on for the ride.
* * *
Mitch
Mitch lined up all the dancing Santas in front of the fireplace, satisfied with his work. Stepping back, he was ready to start the show.
Glancing over his shoulder to make sure Byron was watching, Mitch had to take a second to admire his Daddy.
The entire house was toasty warm. Probably a little too warm; Mitch in just a pair of pull-ups and Byron in cotton shorts.
No one would ever believe that it was snowing again.
Big, fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky to land on the pristine blanket of snow surrounding them.
They had their own winter wonderland outside. And inside it was just as festive.
“Not that I mind you looking at me, but I believe one of your dancing partners is about to get pounced.”
Turning, he saw his kittens stalking the closest Santa to them. “No, kitties.” He hurried and picked them up before they messed with his line. He gave each baby kitten a nuzzle and a kiss before he set them back on the couch. For like the tenth time. They were very interested in what he was doing.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I’m ready, boy.”
“Okay!” Mitch ran over to where his iPod was connected to the living room speakers. “Here we go.”
Jingle Bell Rock blared from the speakers.
Mitch leaped in front of the first Santa, making the motion sensor activate and Santa’s hips wiggle.
Moving down the line, he got all the Santa dolls moving. Mitch matched the wiggling. Byron laughed and clapped and even whistled for him.
The song changed to Santa Baby and Mitch took a step forward.
He added an extra dip and tried to be as sexy as possible.
Here he was a grown-ass man dancing in the living room for his lover.
But it didn’t matter if he was a grown-ass man, because when he was with Byron, things like age didn’t matter.
Mitch didn’t have to be the perfect son, perfect lawyer, perfect face of a law firm. All that pressure was behind him now.
Mitch woke every morning knowing that he was loved. That he could quit his job and Byron would support him. Byron was truly the best thing that ever happened to him.
Acting both silly and sexy at the same time would have never occurred to him before.
It’d taken a while, but Mitch was now comfortable in his own skin.
He had a few gray hairs along his temples.
Byron called them sexy. His stomach wasn’t as flat as it had been in college. Byron loved rubbing his come onto it.
Byron was always there to show Mitch that he no longer had to pretend about anything.
If he wanted to dance in a pull-up and be sexy, his Daddy was all on board.
“Am I sexy, Daddy?” Mitch teased, dipping down before shaking his ass.
Byron leaned back in his big black leather recliner, nodding. “Dance for me, boy. So fucking hot.”
Dipping and swaying, Mitch put on the best show he could.
The song changed again. Baby, It’s Cold Outside came on next.
Mitch met Byron’s gaze as Byron took his hard cock out from his shorts then stroked himself. Mitch ran his hands down his chest to right above his pull-up.
“Take it off,” Byron demanded. “Show off your hot little bod.”
The sides of the pull-ups were easily ripped before Mitch kicked them away. He danced forward a little closer to Byron.
“Closer,” Byron said. He didn’t stop pumping his cock.
Mitch shuffled his feet closer.
“Closer,” Byron said again.
“This close?” His own erection was standing proud in front of him.
“A little closer.”
Mitch liked this game. The song switched, but Mitch was done listening. He stopped in front of Byron’s chair.
“Turn around.”
Ha! His Daddy knew what Mitch was hiding. Mitch turned his back to Byron and bent at the waist. Placing his hands on the ground, he did his best to twerk and not laugh.
“A surprise for me.” Byron caressed Mitch’s ass before tapping the butt plug Mitch wore.
Mitch groaned. “Yes.”
“Daddy likes your surprises.”
Just as Mitch had planned, Byron began playing with the plug.
It wasn’t the biggest that Mitch had but it would prepare him for a hard rough fuck.
As Byron slipped the plug halfway out, Mitch braced himself.
Byron slammed the plug back in where it hit his prostate right on the mark.
Oh God, it was too much. He wasn’t going to last.
“Look at you,” Byron murmured in his ear. “Fucking yourself on this nice big plug. But it’s not as big as I am. You better open yourself up with this toy. Daddy’s not going to prep you.”
Which had been Mitch’s plan anyway. He pushed back each time Byron thrust the plug deep into his hole. Sweat dripped off his forehead until it dropped onto the floor. Now it wasn’t just toasty in the house—it was fucking hot.
“Enough!” Byron growled and the plug was removed. “Turn around.”
Mitch’s legs shook and he was light-headed as he stood straight. Luckily, Byron had a hold of his hips and helped guide him to Byron’s lap.
“Up.” Byron patted his leg.
Mitch straddled Byron’s lap, facing him.
Byron grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him forward. The kiss was demanding, hot—everything he needed.
They broke apart and Mitch gripped Byron’s shoulder.
Byron held his cock as Mitch rose to his knees. Once the tip of Byron’s cock was at his opening, Mitch lowered himself. Slowly. Even prepping himself with the plug, Byron was big.
Taking a deep breath, Mitch pushed until Byron was all the way inside. Byron rubbed Mitch’s lower back, the sting of entry merely adding to Mitch’s desire. He liked the bite of pain.
“Ready?” Byron asked.