Chapter 5 #2
Bohdi couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a good Christmas day.
He knew it had to have been when he was young, possibly the last time Santa Claus actually came.
His parents were eminently practical types who, once he found out there was no Santa Claus, just stopped doing anything on Christmas morning.
They had started doing Christmas on Christmas Eve and then traveling on Christmas Day to go see family, so that no one else would be out there on the road.
And then in the last few years, it had gotten where everything was about, “When are you going to have babies, Bohdi? When are you going to find a mate, Bohdi? When are you going to give us grandchildren, Bohdi?”
And he had always just wanted to scream at his parents, “Well, then why didn’t you give me the ability to shift?” Which wasn’t fair.
Christmas Day here with River was amazing though.
They had a sweet little miniature tree and a bunch of weird little decorations to go on it, a string of garland and a pair of miniature stockings that were filled with weird candies and those kind of tiny plastic gifts that you got in those British Christmas cracker things.
They had teasingly wrapped up a bunch of stuff in toilet paper and napkins: cans of tuna, a little package of truffles that they’d found on the doorstep outside, some river rocks that they’d harvested when they went for their swim.
They’d sucked on candy canes, drank hot chocolate, and opened those non-present presents, making surprised faces at each other and dissolving into laughter.
Now they were wrapped up together in a blanket, sitting in front of the fire with the TV on. It was playing Christmas carols and showing twinkly lights and other holiday animations. It felt so perfect. It felt like they had known each other forever.
“Merry Christmas, Bohdi,” River told him, leaning around to kiss him on the cheek.
“Merry Christmas. I’m glad we’re here together.”
“So am I.” He got a wild grin. “You’re so much better than my mother, who I’m not going to think about right now because, ack.”
“Right, we’re not talking about our families.” He winked because he didn’t want that to intrude—none of it: the worry, the doubt, the way his mom would be yelling at him right now for being sleepy and lazy. He didn’t want any of it there with them.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make a shift in the mood.” River chuckled. “Tell me about your favorite Christmas tradition.”
“I love stockings.” He shook his head at himself, but it was the truth.
“I love the idea of a present appetizer, where you see your stocking on Christmas morning, the Christmas cards poking out of it —my parents still do cards— and then you get all these weird little things that are like the precursor to your bigger gifts.”
“I love that. I felt that way today.” River poked him in the ribs with one elbow. “I really did. Like those little stockings they gave us were so cute.”
“I adore my little hand mirror. It’s tiny and super adorbs.
” It was so silly, but at the same time, Bohdi figured it was right.
The mirror had no significance at all except that he had gotten it with River, and it would be something to remember, as if the image of them together would always be reflected in it for him.
Sentimental and silly, he supposed, but true.
“Anyway, thanks for making my Christmas so special.” River gave him another kiss, and Bohdi smiled, his body heating up a little bit. He turned to face River more fully and kissed him on the mouth, sliding one hand behind River’s neck.
“Mmm.” River made a yummy noise and rubbed up against him, one leg coming up around his hip. “I like that. This could be our best present yet.”
“Mmmhmm.” He wasn’t going to waste any more time chatting about it. He just needed to touch and be touched and forget for a moment that their time was running out here.
River seemed to get the picture, because soon they were shimmying out of their soft sweats and their socks and everything else, just snuggling under the blanket together, skin to skin.
His cock was hard, and his ass was wet, but that was beside the point.
He just needed contact. And he would take anything he could get.
River pushed him to his back, spreading his legs, and knelt between them, reaching down to stroke Bohdi’s cock.
He whimpered, arching his hips, rocking up and down because that felt so good, and he couldn’t believe this beautiful shifter was interested in him this way.
Still, even after all that had happened between them in such a short time.
They rocked together, River touching him all over and then sinking two fingers into his ass, stroking him, preparing him. It wasn’t the hammer and tongs sex that they’d had the first time, but this was sweet and happy and Christmas sex.
River gave him a grin as if he’d heard what Bohdi was thinking. Maybe he had. Bohdi had heard of that happening with shifters who got close to each other. “I’m still gonna knot you baby. Don’t worry about that.”
He grinned up at River. His fingers finding River’s nipples and tweaking. “I’m not worried about that. Your knot is the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“I gotta say, that’s good for the ego.” River pushed and pulled getting him open and ready, and finally moved his fingers out and put his cock in.
He jerked and groaned, his whole body lighting up with the feel of River inside him.
This was crazy because there was no way he was going to be able to mate with anyone, and he knew it, but it felt like they were mated.
It felt like this was the most perfect joining he could even imagine.
And he was going to be so damn sad to have to give it up.
“You’re thinking too goddamn hard.” River thrusts deep inside him. “If you can worry about shit that doesn’t matter right now, I’m not doing it right.”
He reached up to grab River’s shoulders, nodding furiously. River was right, he needed to live in the now. So he pushed everything else from his mind and wrapped his legs around River’s hips so he could slam them together.
River thrust deep and hard into him over and over, sliding them along the blanket making him gasp and moan. River didn’t make a whole lot of noise, but his face drew up tight in a grimace and his skin flushed everywhere it touched Bohdi’s.
He was so beautiful, and Bohdi could watch him forever, but he wasn’t gonna last very long. Especially when River reached down again and wrapped a hand around his cock.
“Come on, baby. My knot’s gonna bust any minute and I’m gonna end up where we can’t move. Come for me so I can do that. I need it.”
Bohdi thrust himself down under River’s cock and then up into River’s hand two or three more times before he finally cried out, shaking as he came, his balls emptying out in seconds it seemed like.
River didn’t take much longer before he lodged deep inside Bohdi’s body and shot, filling him with hot seed.
He let himself hold on to River and stay right there, not wanting to lose this moment.
River leaned down on top of him, holding on tight, clearly feeling the same way. They didn’t talk about it, but he knew they were worried, both of them, about what was going to happen next.
Bohdi kissed River’s neck and laid back, resting his head on the pillows. He would think about it tomorrow and maybe he would see if he could extend this vacation just a little bit, maybe just through New Year’s, since he was off at work anyway.
One way or the other, he wasn’t ready to give this up just yet.