Liam - December 31
Liam
New Year’s Eve.
What a whirlwind of a year this one has turned out to be.
And the last couple of weeks have been incredible.
My life has changed, and I know that’s so cliché and what most couples would say when they’re in love, but it’s true.
When I made my New Year’s resolution last year, finding love wasn’t on my list. But fast forward twelve months and I’m living the high life with the one person who means the most to me in this whole world.
Dylan Lewis. I know it’s only been a short couple of weeks, but you know when people tell you it feels like a lifetime?
I can honestly say, that’s how it feels for the two of us.
Since we arrived home from our vacation, Dylan has spent more time here with me than in his own apartment.
With his dick back in full action, we wasted no time making up for lost sexy time in the bedroom.
And let me tell you, when it comes to sex, that man never disappoints.
Although we’ve known each other for five years, our time alone together on Necker Island has definitely brought us closer together.
Today is Dylan’s fortieth birthday, and it’s a milestone that I want to make sure he won’t forget.
After speaking with his family, they confirmed that they had no plans for his birthday, and he made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want to have a party.
Something about not wanting to celebrate the fact that he was getting older and closer to fifty, which made me laugh, considering that milestone is another ten years away.
I also spoke to my brother Dean and told him about my relationship with Dylan.
He laughed of course, and congratulated us but not before he asked me, and I quote, “What the fuck took you both so long?” After I told my brother, we decided to tell our parents together, and they were just as supportive of our relationship as everyone else.
All this in the space of only a few short days.
Things are moving along nicely, and I can’t wait to surprise him with my gift tonight.
It's nearing midnight, and I’ve planned a nice evening for his birthday, just the two of us alone in my apartment watching a movie, Never Been Kissed, as we countdown to the New Year.
I know it sounds really corny, and probably unromantic to some, but seriously, who really does all that sappy, romantic stuff nowadays anyway? Certainly not anyone I know.
I place a bowl of chips in the center of the coffee table and surround it with some cheese, crackers, soda, and some cookies that my parents brought back from Australia called Tim Tams. According to Dylan, they’re a decadent piece of chocolate cookie and best enjoyed when dunked in tea or coffee and then sucked.
After I finish setting up the table, I hear the front door open and turn to see Dylan step inside.
He removes his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack by the door, then he walks over to me and I present him with a kiss.
“Happy birthday,” I say.
“Thank you. This all looks great. I see you brought out the Tim Tams.”
“Yeah, what’s the story with that? You promised to show me. Something about sucking? Sounds interesting,” I say, raising my eyebrows.
“Anything that involves sex or sucking sounds interesting to you,” he replies.
“And your point? Come on, sit down and show me,” I tell him.
We sit down on the couch and he tears open the packet of Tim Tams, then looks around the table.
“We need some tea or a hot drink.”
I go to the kitchen and prepare us some hot chocolate, and when I’m done, return to the couch and sit down beside him. I place a mug down in front of him and take a sip of my own drink before placing it down on the table also.
“Okay, so you take one of these,” he starts, grabbing one of the cookies. “Then what you need to do is bite off one end, turn the cookie over, and this is the part that’s really important, you need to bite down on the opposite end of the cookie.”
I pick up the cookie and do exactly as he says, and when I’ve bitten both ends of the Tim Tam, I look at him, waiting for the next instruction. He lifts the mug of hot chocolate and holds it out in front of him.
“Now comes the fun part. You take the cookie and you dunk one end into the hot milk, then you suck on it––”
“Like I’m sucking your cock?” I offer.
“Or a straw,” he adds. “And you keep sucking until the cookie becomes soft and moist and then you toss it into your mouth, like this.”
Soft and moist? Jesus!
I watch as he demonstrates, and when his lips cover the edge of the cookie and he sucks on it, my cock twitches.
All I can think about is imagining him on his knees performing that maneuver on my dick.
When the cookie slips into his mouth, I repeat his actions and when I’m done, I swallow the cookie in one gulp, all the way down my throat.
“Holy shit, that’s delicious,” I tell him. “Where did you learn that trick?” I ask.
“It’s called the Tim Tam Slam. I saw it on the Kelly Clarkson Show. Isla Fisher was her special guest and she showed her how to slam and dunk.”
“It’s a very cool trick,” I admit.
“It is,” he says, taking a seat on the couch.
I reach into my back pants pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper, then take a seat beside him.
“Have you chosen the movie?” he asks.
“I have. But I want to give you something first.”
“I thought we agreed, no gifts?”
“We did, and this isn’t a gift, well not really, anyway.”
“I don’t like it when you say things like that because it usually means the opposite.”
I frown but only because I know he makes a compelling argument.
I hold out the piece of paper for him to take and he looks at it inquisitively.
He’s hesitant, and his eyes shift from mine to the paper between my fingers, and when I give him a reassuring smile, he pulls it from my grasp.
He unfolds the paper and I watch as his eyes scan the contents of the document.
“What’s this?” he asks.
“It’s the title to your Jag. I paid out your lien. The car is all yours.”
His eyes widen and he stares at me from above the paper.
“You––you paid out my lien?”
I nod.
“I know how much the Jag means to you, and I’m not going to lie, I love how it feels when I sit in the passenger seat. The smell of the interior leather and the way my ass feels molded into that leather.”
“You––I can’t––I can’t believe you did that for me.”
“I know how hard you’ve worked to try and keep up with the repayments on the car.
And I know that Brock set you back financially.
I know we said no gifts, but I didn’t want you to worry about the repayments or any more financial stress.
I know you don’t want my help and you don’t want to be dependent on me, and I totally respect that.
But at least this way you can now start saving more of your money. ”
He sits in silence, his eyes shifting from me then to the paper in his hands, and I can see his eyes starting to well up.
“I––I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“I love you, Dylan. And I just want you to be happy, and I figured that if I can help in some small way, then I would. I did this because I love you.”
He lowers the document and it drops to the floor, then he leans forward and kisses me.
It’s the kind of kiss that makes everything in the world feel right again.
And with his chest pressed hard up against mine, I feel our hearts beat in sync.
The evening hasn’t officially started yet, but what’s happening right now is more important.
And if this is how we spend the rest of the night, then that’s okay too.
He ends the kiss and pulls back, brushing his palms across my cheeks.
“I love you, Liam Samuels, very much, and I’m glad we found one another when we did. Nothing, and I mean nothing can make this evening any more perfect than it already is.”
He moves forward again, and this time when he kisses me, I slide my tongue between his lips and meet him in some serious tongue twisting action.
Seriously, if this guy told me to run away with him right now, I would.
I’d pack up my entire life and go wherever he wanted to without a care in the world.
As long as the two of us are together, it’s all that matters.
With our lips still connected, I haul him up off the couch as I get to my feet, and when we’re both standing, I scoop him into my arms.
“Let’s say we forget about the movie and take this to the bedroom where I can give you your present orally,” I suggest.
His eyes widen at that comment, and he acknowledges me with a smile as I carry him through the living room, down the corridor and up the stairs to my bedroom.
I lay him down on the bed and as we continue kissing.
My hand slides down the front of his body, and when I reach the top of his pants, I loosen the knot.
Removing my lips from his, I slowly slide the pants down his thighs and legs and pull them off his feet, tossing them to the floor.
I reach for his underwear and slowly lower them down too.
I lift up his right leg and cover the inside of his thighs with soft kisses and feel his erection spring to life.
When I reach his groin, I bury my head between his legs and kiss the fuck out of his cock before slicking it with my tongue.
I then crawl my way up to him, keeping eye contact, and when our lips meet, I feel his fingers run through my hair.
After the two of us are finally out of our clothes, we get comfortable under the covers, with me wedged between his legs.
I love his smooth, gorgeous body, it’s something that I’ve been obsessing over for years, and now it’s finally all mine.
As I present him with another kiss, I hear the sound of fireworks and cheers outside my window, then I turn my head to the clock on the nightstand and it’s just struck midnight.
“Happy New Year, Dylan,” I whisper.
“Happy New Year, Liam,” he replies.
And with that I move my head down and present him with another kiss.