Chapter 11 Christmas Morning
Chapter eleven
Christmas Morning
When we went shopping, I’d picked up a coloring book, colors, and a stuffie. That was all. I figured I’d bring my stuff over and slowly build it up over time. I thought wrong.
Christmas morning, I ran down the stairs and started opening all of the packages. The mound had grown quickly, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Colorful Christmas paper flew around the room as I ripped into them. I managed to get through three before Vince plodded down the stairs.
“Joey? What are you doing?”
“Uh…opening prezzies.”
Vince shook his head. “Aren’t you supposed to wait for me?”
“You were still sleeping.” I fluttered my eyelashes, trying to look innocent.
“I should make you wait until after breakfast—”
“No…please, Daddy. I need to open these now.”
Vince rolled his eyes as he sat beside me on the floor next to the tree. “You are so dramatic.”
“But you were the only one doing the eye-rolly thing.” I pointed at his face.
“Fine. Here. Open…this one.” He dug around and found a particular present and handed it to me.
I ripped it open to find a plain box. Vince had to grab a knife from the kitchen to cut the tape. I pulled out a racecar. It was a black-and-yellow plastic kit.
“This is a one-twenty scale model of my car.”
“The one you drove to win everything?”
“Yes, and I’d love to put it together with you. If you like.”
I threw myself into his arms. Until he retired, this car was his life. It represented what he had been, and now he was giving it all to me. Okay, maybe I was being overly figurative or symbolic or some shit, but I loved it. And putting it together with him would be fantastic. “I like. Lots.”
I got lots of other prezzies from him, too. All kinds of toys, including bath toys, new binkies and blankies, and stuff for my room. If I wasn’t spoiled before, I was spoiled now.
What I got him didn’t compare to this.
I’d stolen some of his pictures and pulled some off the internet and had a collage made, including a plaque that highlighted his career. He could put it in the game room.
I also got him some cologne and stylish clothes.
And some fetish wear for the club. There was going to be a big New Year’s Eve party.
They threw it every year. And we had already decided to go.
But he needed something better to wear. And hell, that was my forte.
My latest blog and supporting social media had evolved into an everything club wear and included a lot of fetish stuff.
I had a few sponsors who paid very well.
And since I was in the middle of moving in with daddy, my expenses were getting drastically cut, since he wouldn’t let me pay part of the mortgage, food, or anything.
He wanted to take care of me. That meant my only living expenses would be my car and insurance.
The other thing I got him were my test results, so we could go bareback. He already had his, but I did mine and wrapped the results and stuffed it in his stocking along with a bottle of lube. But we hadn’t done stockings yet.
We finished opening the last of the boxes under the tree, and everything made me warm and happy.
Torn wrapping paper, boxes, and opened prezzies were all over the living room.
The tree sparkled and blinked with all the lights and ornaments we’d put up.
And it smelled like pine, cinnamon, and cloves. I didn’t think I could be happier.
“How about stockings?” Vince asked, which made me smile my sneaky smile.
“Yes. Get yours too.”
He pulled them down from the mantel above the electric fireplace, which was the first time in my life that I actually had a fireplace. Hanging them up had been a little surreal, but Vince pulling them down was exciting.
I reached in and pulled out an apple, an orange, a couple of candy canes, some chocolate marshmallow santas, peanut butter cups, and Hershey’s Kisses. And a small wrapped box with a bow that was nearly as big as the box.
Vince held his stocking in his lap as he looked at me with big golden-brown eyes. “Open it.”
It could only be jewelry of some kind. Wow. Jewelry was moving forward fast. I tore the box open and pulled out a silver chain with a round charm that had Vince engraved on it. “Oh.”
“I hope that’s not too forward.”
“No, it’s actually perfect. Thank you. Put it on me.”
Once I had the chain around my neck and Vince holding me in his arms, I couldn’t wait any longer. The only other thing I had for him was in his lap. “Open your stocking, Daddy.”
He dumped the card and the bottle of lube out of the stocking and ripped open the card, pulling out the sheet of paper with my results. He read it over, looked at me, read it again, then tossed it.
For half a second, my entire world froze.
Then he grabbed me and pushed me onto the floor.
He mouthed over my throat, then moved back only long enough to open the lube and squirt some out into his hand.
Then he was pressing thick digits between my cheeks.
“Open up, baby…” His growly, deep voice sent shivers down my spine.
He was going to fuck me on the floor right there in front of the tree. And I was totally okay with that. I breathed deeply, willing my muscles to relax, spreading my legs, and when I opened my eyes, his fathomless gaze stared down at me.
This time, when he pressed inside me, it was completely different. I’d never gone without a condom before. Never been with anyone exclusively or even long enough to consider it. Vince was the exception to everything in my life.
And I couldn’t get enough of him.
Didn’t need a mistletoe, he leaned over and kissed me, hard with lips and teeth and tongue, and I gave everything right back.
My mouth was full of his tongue, and my ass was full of his hard cock.
His hand was wrapped around my length, squeezing and stroking.
The lights on the tree above me twinkled.
This couldn’t be any more perfect. “You’re going to have a hard time topping this Christmas, Daddy. ”
“I’ll happily try, every fucking year.”
Then there was no breath left for words in my lungs. I gasped and tightened and came so hard, the Christmas lights were replaced with my starbursts.
Best Christmas ever.
We shared an amazing morning of opening presents and fucking—couldn’t decide which one I liked best. Not—it was the fucking. We had breakfast with rich coffee, warm cinnamon rolls, and crispy bacon.
As the morning rolled toward noon, a video call came through.
Of course, it was Grant. This was actually the first Christmas we’d spent apart in many years.
We were so close, we had many years away from our families, but we were still together.
But not this year. He was at his parents’ house in Tennessee.
“How’d Santa treat you?” He smiled brightly, but I could tell there was a sadness in his eyes.
“You okay?”
“Phth…” He waved me off. “You know. I’m home.” He shrugged. I understood. Home wasn’t always the best place to be. “And well…” He frowned, looking serious, which was totally out of character for the goofball. “Kinda missing you. I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Fuck off.” He flipped the bird.
“Aww…I kinda miss you too.”
“No you don’t. You’re totally distracted by that cutie. He move in with you yet?”
I tilted my hand back and forth. “He’s moved most of his stuff over, but his lease doesn’t run out until mid-January. But yeah, he’s living here.”
“Guess you’re going to do everything in your life like you race, huh? Fast.”
“Guess. I don’t know. If something feels right, you know. I’m trusting my gut.”
He gave a curt nod. “Well. I like Joey for you a lot. He’s cool. And sweet.”
“Thanks.”
“And talented. We made about twenty-five percent more for Sage this year than in any other year. Ever. Hold on to that one.” He pointed at me through the screen. “Where is he, anyway?”
“Joey!” I wasn’t sure where he’d run off to, but he came quickly padding into the lounge area of the game room when I called.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Come say hi to Grant.”
His soft gray eyes grew wide, and he jumped on top of me, settling in my lap. “Unca Grant! Hi. Merry Christmas.”
Grant chuckled and the last of that sadness left him. “Silly boy. Merry Christmas to you. Did you get what you wanted?”
“Did I ever!” He started bouncing, but I had to nip that in the bud, for my ball’s sake.
“Hold still, crazy.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” He looked up at me backwards, and I kissed him.
“Gross. Save it for later.”
Joey giggled, but I flipped Grant off, making him laugh.
After we hung up with Grant, I squeezed Joey harder. “I want to call my folks and introduce you. Is that alright?”
“Uh…I guess.”
“We are living together now, right? So, you should meet them.”
He nodded and pursed his lips together.
“You okay?” I rubbed my thumbs over his cheeks.
“No warning.”
I kissed the tip of his nose. “They’re really nice. Mom’s a bit overbearing sometimes, but only because she loves me, and over video it will actually be easier.”
“Okay.” He didn’t look sure, but I knew it would be fine.
I reached around him to fiddle with my laptop and start the call. Soon enough, my mom answered. “Vince?”
“Merry Christmas, Mom.”
“Oh, Merry Christmas to you, too. And who is this you have with you? Is this your Joey?”
“Yep. Joey, this is my mom, Darlene.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you, Ma’am.”
“Oh, none of that. Please call me, Darry. Everyone does.”
“Okay, Darry.”
“My, my. Now I know why you moved to Florida. They grow them cute down there.” She winked at Joey and smiled.
I could feel his soft chuckle as his body vibrated against mine.
The rest of the call was short and sweet.
Dad was napping, so we didn’t get to talk to him, and Mom thanked me for the presents I sent and made us promise to visit soon before hanging up.
I’d had some nice things sent since I wouldn’t be there.
I did it any year I wasn’t there, so they were used to it.