Chapter 20
(Gage)
“Good morning, sweet boys,” Gage chuckled as he stepped into the playroom in the Santa outfit Song and Zachy had left for him beneath the Christmas tree.
Because they hadn’t known company was coming, Gage had found his face heating up as he’d pulled out red assless chaps in front of Nan and Ms. Lottie.
So much for his belief that not much could throw him, especially coming from his boys.
When he’d lifted a red and white harness and a white beard with red-tipped points that reminded him of a flogger from the box, he’d felt like his cheeks were on fire.
The red and white leather cap and matching flogger that followed were what finally made him dig through the rest of the box before removing everything else.
Holy shit, if they’d seen what was in there, Gage would have needed an Acme wormhole to provide a quick escape from the room because there was no way he’d have been able to look those sweet older ladies in the eye again.
Two sets of brown, fur-covered nipple clamps rested in a box lined with tissue paper, with two matching butt plugs with reindeer tails in another small box beside them.
Three pump bottles of lube lined the side of the bigger box they were in, one gingerbread scented, one that smelled like ‘smores, and another that smelled like peppermint.
Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me, Gage thought as his boys snickered, then gave in to the urge to giggle like naughty little imps while Nan and Ms. Lottie snickered, then gave in to the urge to laugh up a storm.
All the while Cooper had sat there on the couch gasping for breath; he was laughing so hard, while Gage just pressed a palm to his face and prayed for the universe to spare him from dropping dead of embarrassment before he ever got to try out the wonderful gifts his boys had gotten for him.
Gage was far more conscious of removing gifts from their packages after that and noticed Cooper digging around inside of every box, scrutinizing the contents before taking anything out, especially if the gifts had been from Zachy or Song.
Their boys had gotten both creative and naughty in their gift-giving this year, resulting in several gifts being stashed beneath the coffee table instead of having their contents displayed where everyone could see them.
They weren’t the only ones, though, and Cooper was forced to dive for one of the packages labeled for Zachy and Song before they could get their hands on it.
By that point, Nan and Ms. Lottie were slapping their legs and laughing so hard tears dripped from the corners of their eyes.
“This is more fun than the Macy’s Day Parade,” Ms. Lottie declared. “These boys remind me of us when we were their age. Remember when we made Tomas turn several shades of crimson when we danced through the living room in those naughty elf costumes with half of his poker group in the room?”
“Now in all fairness,” Nan began, “that man had forgotten to tell us that he’d invited them over. He was always doing things like that.”
“We gave them a hell of a show,” Ms. Lottie said. “Parker Tolson told me that was the best present anyone had ever given him.”
“That man tried to steal you away from us more times than we could count,” Nan complained.
“Tomas would love seeing the life you’ve made for yourself, Zachy.
You remember how much he always encouraged you to follow your heart.
He’d be proud that you have. Oh, he’d have loved to be outside tending the brisket with you, Gage, but he’d have been fussing up a storm too, warning you to be careful and not let the bark fall off or it would let all the juices escape. ”
“I’d have welcomed the company,” Gage said.
Hearing stories of the life she, Ms. Lottie, and Zachy’s grandfather, Tomas, had lived in their younger years, painted a picture of the upbringing Zachy had benefitted from.
The way he’d welcomed Song into their home and lives without a moment of hesitation or fear that it would cost him his place in their home was rare.
In a society that encouraged competitiveness, they’d shown him by example what it meant to truly love and refuse to compromise.
Now those wonderful ladies were out hitting all the after-Christmas sales, attempting to stock up on all the art supplies, candles, and journals they’d need for the next leg of their journey.
Gage’s old man had always told him that life was way too long to live unhappy.
It had been a pleasure to learn that Song had been raised with the same motto.
Between the three of them, they were slowly starting to teach Cooper that the measure of a man wasn’t found in what he accomplished at the office, but in what he created at home.
After seeing some of the gifts he’d picked out for the boys, Gage couldn’t wait to see what happened when he completely cut loose.
“Are our boys ready to see the treats Santa has for them?” Gage asked, closing the door behind him despite the fact that they were the only ones in the house.
His boys grinned as they sat up to show him the nipple clamps they had on before they crawled in a circle, preening before they dropped down to show him their tails, butt plugs firmly in place.
Cooper had even put reindeer antlers on their heads that perfectly matched their furry, jingle-bell-covered collars.
Gage felt his cock swell as they did a cheeky little wiggle dance to make all the bells ring.
As eager as he was to get his hands on them, there were a few things he wanted to say to his elf first.
Striding over to Cooper, Gage tangled his fingers in Cooper’s hair, knocking his hat askew as he tugged him into a kiss. “Thank you for getting them ready for me.”
“I’ve been dying to see them that way since you unwrapped the box.”
Chuckling, Gage kissed him again; the image of the unboxing was one he doubted any of them would forget anytime soon.
He glanced over to see their boys perfectly positioned, shoulder to shoulder, watching them.
Catching their eye, he stroked Cooper’s hair and inclined his head, waiting to see which of them caught on to the game first. Neither moved, so he stroked Cooper’s hair again.
This time Song grinned and ran his fingers through Zachy’s.
Cooper caught on too and winked before he palmed Gage’s cock through the thong he had on under those chaps.
Zachy mirrored him, a seductive dance beginning to take place as Gage and Cooper touched, stroked, made out, and wound their arms around one another while getting to enjoy watching their boys do the same.
Zachy whimpered, the sound one Gage recognized to mean that he was getting close, so he took his hands off Cooper, who did the same to him, drawing pouty glares from their boys.
“Hmm, why such sad faces? Gage asked, resuming the low, rumbly Santa voice he’d slipped into when he’d entered the room. “Santa can’t deliver packages to sad, frowning boys.”
“Awe, but Daddy, sad, frowning boys are the ones who need presents the most,” Song said while Zachy just folded his hands into the shape of a heart beneath his chin.
“There may be some truth to that,” Gage said as he knelt and rummaged through the red velvet bag he’d filled with toys and refreshments for them.
Their iced teas he placed on the table beside the box of Stroopwafels Cooper had found when we’d been picking up a few more holiday decorations.
They had no interest in those things, not yet anyway; their eyes were on the bag, waiting to see what else Gage pulled out of it.
He let them wait a few extra moments too, just to ramp up the anticipation when he started removing floggers, ticklers, fur mitts, and cat claws that he laid out in pairs on the table.
He locked eyes with them each time he laid a new item on the table, savoring their reactions before he reached back into the bag again.
Zachy kept licking his lips while Song rubbed his fingers against his thigh in a steady, constant motion. Behind them, Cooper positioned the huge, overstuffed beanbag chairs so the boys would be comfortable once they started playing with them.
“Get comfy, boys,” Gage told them. “But face away. I don’t want you to see what’s coming.”
Their jingle bells jingled as they positioned themselves, asses up, and tails wagging. Gage loved the way they’d taken charge by selecting the gifts they knew would get them exactly what they wanted so they could give up control while ensuring they’d get all their needs met.
Gage passed Cooper a mitt, and they mirrored each other as they warmed them up, rubbing the soft side over every bit of exposed skin before flipping them to introduce the bits of metal embedded in the fur.
They both preferred light, almost ghostly brushes of them over heavier, scratchier drags of them over their skin.
Watching the goosebumps crop up over their bodies was exhilarating.
The way they arched, mewed, and wiggled their backsides was exciting as hell, as were their shivers of anticipation as Gage and Cooper swapped their mitts for the cat claws that fit over the tips of their middle three fingers.
Gage took up the tickler in his unclawed hand, locked eyes with Cooper, and nodded.
The first brush of feathers against Song’s side made him gasp; the next made him giggle.
Little hiccupping gulps spilled from Zachy, a sure sign that he was trying to hold his giggles back.
Cooper read the moment beautifully and redoubled his efforts with the tickler until Zachy was giggling out loud and squirming too.
Gage lured Cooper into getting the claws involved, tracing trails over the Song’s flesh while Cooper did the same to Zachy.
Sliding his hand beneath Song, the tickler abandoned beside his thigh so Gage could feel his heavy balls and dripping cock.
The moment Gage touched him, Song’s hips began shifting shallowly as he rutted against Gage’s hand.
His tail was right there, so Gage ran the claws over his ass cheeks, making him clench and rock a little more, until Gage gripped the base of the tail with his claws, making certain Song felt the sting of them inching towards his hole.
By the time Gage gave it a few light, gentle tugs, Song was whimpering and rocking back against it as Gage shallowly fucked him with it until he spurted precum against Gage’s palm.
Beside them Zachy whined, so Gage glanced over to see Cooper withdrawing his hand from beneath Zachy, the same way Gage drew his hand out from beneath Song, who let out a grumbly groan that certainly sounded disgruntled.
All those noises changed when Gage danced just the tips of the flogger up his back and ghosted them along his side before flicking it to brush over his ass.
While Zachy loved fast, stingy strikes and the sound of the flogger impacting his thighs and rear end, Song loved to be swatted in between light taps and a whole lot of rubbing and brushing of just the ends over his body.
Moving around Song, Gage made sure to leave his thighs and backside pink by the time he was done and was pleased to see that Cooper had done the same with Zachy, giving him just enough so they’d feel it when their clothes brushed against their skin later.
Their arms were folded beneath their heads, and their bottoms were high as Gage and Cooper laid the floggers aside so they could trace the tiny welts they’d left.
There was a lot more dripping going on when Gage palmed Song’s cock. He was so close to coming that he’d started quivering the more Gage stroked him and occasionally pinched one of the welts.
“Do you want us to make you come like this? Gage asked, leaning over Song’s back to growl in his ear.
He knew Zachy heard him because first he cried out, and then he started begging.
“Like this,” Song declared, damn near demanding as he rocked more desperately against Gage’s hand.
“You’re both so beautiful this way,” Gage growled, rubbing his beard against Song’s backside as he continued to stroke him from behind. “You’re pink all over now, shivering, needy, and so worked up that just the slightest prickle of pain would send you over the edge, wouldn’t it?
He pinched one of the welts as he said it, drawing a desperate cry from Song.
“Daddy!” Song wailed, coming all over Gage’s fingers.
His release left him slumped in the chair, eyes barely cracked open enough to see Gage feed his cum to Zachy, who licked Gage’s fingers clean, then whimpered when there was none left to suck off.
Gage could see in his eyes that he was almost there, so he drew a claw over his back as Cooper continued stroking him.
“Come, sweet boy, so Daddy can fuck your limp, pliant body,” Gage growled in Zachy’s ear as he continued to gently stroke Song’s skin, the cat claws having been discarded so as to not overstimulate him.
Gage’s words did the trick and threw Zachy completely over the edge with wild cries to please, please, please go ahead and fuck him, with Song chiming in for someone to please fuck him too.
So much for enforcing the language rule; there was no way in hell Gage was going to chastise them for begging so sweetly, despite the words they used.
Now how could he ever refuse such a heartfelt request from one of his boys?
The plug had left Zachy open and ready for him by the time Gage moved around to his backside as Cooper stroked Song’s hair as he licked Zachy’s release off his fingers.
The final bit of their mirroring unfolded as Cooper slid his cock inside of Song as Gage pressed his length inside of Zachy.
After all the playing and teasing they’d done, edging them the way they had, Gage was right on the edge and needed a moment to compose himself. Cooper caught his hand and laced their fingers together before tugging him into a kiss while they were balls deep inside of their boys.
Every day with them was the gift that kept right on giving.
By the time Gage broke the kiss and tangled his fingers in Zachy’s hair, he was more than eager, rocking back against him, crying out as Song did the same beside him as he writhed on Cooper’s cock.
Their cries filled the room as they squirmed, cocks dribbling precum as they begged for more.
In the aftermath, after they’d come within moments of one another, Gage’s blurry eyes struggled to focus on the most beautiful sight in the world. His fucked out boys with their fingers entwined, a reminder that their union was forever.
~ End ~