Chapter Five
Brogan
The music thumped low and steady as Brogan stepped into the club, the kind of place that smelled like citrus and sweat and possibility. Foggy Basin felt a hundred miles away, and that was exactly the point. He glanced over at Archie, wide-eyed, a little tense, and reached for his hand.
“C’mon,” Brogan said, tugging him toward a booth near the back. “We’re not here to mope.”
They slid into the cracked leather seats, neon lights flickering overhead like a disco halo. Brogan flagged down the server and ordered two Pina Coladas with extra whipped cream, cherries, and those ridiculous little umbrellas.
Archie raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious,” Brogan grinned. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it with flair.”
The drinks arrived like tropical desserts in cocktail form.
Archie took a sip and let out a soft laugh.
Brogan watched him, heart tugging a little.
Archie had been quiet since the Blue Star Diner, since the unexpected run-in with Uncle David.
That man had looked right through Archie like he was invisible.
Like he hadn’t helped decorate the Blue Star, and he was a stranger, not a family member.
Brogan leaned in. “You’ve gotta let it go, Arch. Uncle David’s rejection—it sucks, yeah. But it’s not the whole story. Christmas can still be good. Hell, it might be better without the drama.”
Archie nodded slowly, eyes on the swirl of whipped cream in his glass. “I didn’t think he’d be there. I wasn’t ready.”
“I know,” Brogan said. “But you’re not alone. You’ve got me. And we’re family now.” That earned Brogan a small smile.
They finished their drinks, and Brogan stood, holding out a hand. “Dance with me?”
Archie hesitated for half a second, then slid his fingers into Brogan’s. The music had shifted, something slow, something with a beat you could sway to. They moved onto the dance floor, surrounded by strangers and colored lights, and found their rhythm.
Brogan pulled Archie close, one hand on his waist, the other resting lightly on his shoulder. Archie’s breath was warm against his neck, and Brogan could feel the tension melting out of him with every step.
“You smell like coconut,” Archie murmured.
Brogan chuckled. “You smell like heartbreak and rum.”
“Charming,” Archie said, but he was smiling now.
They swayed, moving as one, a dance of love with every brush.
Brogan leaned in, lips near Archie’s ear. “You’re beautiful when you stop bracing for impact.”
Archie’s fingers curled tighter around Brogan’s. “You make it easy.”
A stupid flutter overtook Brogan’s heart. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just let the music carry them. Archie’s head rested against his shoulder. Yeah, this. This is what Christmas should feel like.
Not cold shoulders. Not pretending to be someone you’re not. Just warmth. Just truth. Just two guys dancing in a club far from Foggy Basin, finding something real in the middle of the noise. When the dance was over, they went home and got closer.
As soon as they entered the home, the Christmas tree lights turned on, and the Christmas music played.
They removed their jackets and boots and raced to the living room.
Molly and Pasha were asleep in front of the fireplace.
The living room glowed with soft amber light from the Christmas tree, its ornaments catching flickers of color like tiny stained-glass windows.
Archie was already tugging at the hem of his sweater, laughing as static made his hair stand up.
They moved slowly, not rushed, just shedding layers like they were shaking off the day. Socks flopped onto the rug. Jeans were peeled down with lazy effort. The room felt warmer now, not just from the heat but from the way Archie looked at him, like he’d been waiting for this moment all week.
Brogan’s shirt landed on the arm of the couch. Archie followed. They stood there for a minute, bare-chested, toes curling into the plush carpet, the scent of pine thick in the air.
“Are we going to get completely naked?” Brogan asked.
Archie nodded, stepping closer. “Why not?”
“You sure?” Brogan asked.
Archie nodded, stepping closer. “I’m not cold. Are you?”
Brogan shook his head with a playboy grin.
“Thought so.”
Brogan reached out, brushing a thumb along Archie’s jaw, and thought, this is what home feels like. Not the tree, not the lights—just this quiet, shared space between them.
They both pushed their underwear down and with a swift motion, kicked them off.
“What do you want to do now?” Brogan asked.
“Can I suck you in front of the Christmas tree?” Archie asked with a playful tone and a slight grin on his face.
“That sounds fun.”
“I want to make you happy tonight.”
“You already make me happy. But give it a go, though,” Brogan said, emphasizing his Irish brogue.
“Stand in front of the tree.”
Brogan moved to the tree, the silence broken only by his footsteps, and then spread his legs.
Archie dropped to his knees; lips closed tightly around the base of Brogan’s shaft.
As he deep throated him, he gently caressed Brogan’s balls in both hands and forced himself to look up into Brogan’s blue eyes.
Archie swirled his tongue around Brogan’s plump head while his hands massaged the heavy scrotum.
Archie was perfect in so many ways, and what he was doing right now made Brogan moan in pure bliss.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it…Oh, fuck, yeah.” Brogan enjoyed every sucking movement.
With a slow tilt of his head, Archie kept his gaze locked on Brogan, never breaking eye contact. Brogan loved looking at him since he made him feel so good.
Archie swirled his tongue around Brogan’s plump head while his hands massaged the heavy scrotum. Archie was perfect in so many ways, and what he was doing right now made Brogan moan in pure bliss.
“There you go, babe, so good. Suck it all.”
Archie continued to suck him, using his hand to make up for the inches he couldn’t swallow.
“Lovely tongue. I like the way you use it.”
Archie kissed his balls like he was worshipping them.
With Archie sucking him in front of the Christmas tree, Brogan thought of the memories being created every time they were in the living room with or without the tree.
Bogan loved Archie taking over like this—something Archie rarely attempted, and always leaving everything up to Bogan.
Archie’s cock grew hard at the sound of his words, then Brogan spilled his seed down his throat. His moans grew louder.
“I love you, Archie.”
“Not done.” Archie licked his wet dick clean. “I love you so much.”
Brogan bent down and pulled Archie up, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss.
“Let me do this for you,” Brogan said.
“No, I want to fuck you this time.”
“Really. That’s different.” Brogan was delighted Archie wanted to fuck him since usually it was the other way around. Then he thought about it; he had never topped him. He’d thought Archie only bottomed. Well, this was going to be fun and different.
“I need you to bend over the recliner.” Archie opened the drawer of the end table and pulled out the lube and condom.
Archie generously lubed Brogan’s crease inside and out, then stretched his finger inside his sweet hole.
Brogan was beside himself while Archie’s fingers lingered inside, toying with his prostate, adding more digits for the final stretch.
Brogan wanted to cry with the need to come again and so soon.
“Ah…yes…keep doing it,” Brogan moaned.
Archie abruptly stopped his finger action and broke open the condom, then put it on himself and lubricated it. Brogan could tell he was nervous and wanted things to work out, and Brogan did for both of them.
Archie aimed his cockhead into Brogan’s hole, pushing in and out, until he broke through the tight muscles. He pounded him hard, heavy balls banging against him, swinging them forward and back each time.
The burn melted his insides. His ass throbbed as Archie slammed in and out, and once again, he banged his prostate.
His cock was oozing precum. Brogan bucked his body, needing even more contact.
Archie immediately saw to his need by taking his cock in his hand, stroking to the same rhythm of his own cock thumping inside him.
“Damn, Brogan. You’re so hot. Your cute ass turns me on.”
Brogan couldn’t answer, could form words; only faint whimpers left his lips. With a tug, Archie exploded into his condom. The throbbing of his cock ignited Brogan into shooting his cum, spurt after spurt.
Archie’s dick slid out with the condom and he took care of the condom.
Brogan collapsed facedown over the chair, panting, still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. Archie rested alongside him, turned his head, and kissed him hard on the lips. His tongue entered Brogan’s mouth, and both tongues played tag.
“You felt so good.” Archie pulled away from Brogan’s lips. Sweat dripped from his hair and ran down his face, his beautiful face.
“That was so hot.” Brogan pushed his hair away from his eyes.
“So it’s okay if we do it again?”
“Of course, it is. Love it.
Archie moved away for a minute to dispose of the used condom into a small trash can beside the recliner.
Brogan followed and took him in his arms, his strong embrace offering comfort.
Archie pressed his lips onto Brogan’s, the world fading away.
Again, Archie was initiating kissing too.
Brogan found it arousing when Archie led in their lovemaking.
Archie caressed and kissed Brogan’s back. “We need to take a shower so we can get ready for bed and cuddle.”
After they showered and climbed into bed, there for a moment, just breathing, the stillness was broken by the quiet, cheerful notes of a Christmas song.
“You left the music on,” Archie said.
“I thought that was your job.”
“Nope.”
“I guess we can turn it off in the morning.” Brogan reached out, brushing his knuckles down Archie’s arm. “You good?”
Archie nodded, eyes steady. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah,” Brogan said, voice a little rougher than he meant. “More than.”
Archie’s fingers found Brogan’s butt, but there was no rush in the way he moved only with certainty. Brogan mirrored him, hands skimming over warm skin, pausing at the curve of Archie’s butt like he was memorizing it.
Brogan leaned in and kissed him with a closeness that made the world fall away. Archie’s hands slid up his back, pulling him in, and Brogan let himself be held.
They sank under the sheets, limbs tangled, laughter low and breathless between kisses. Brogan pressed his forehead to Archie’s.
“This might be our best Christmas vacation.”
Archie smiled, eyes shining. “Even though it’s our first?”
“Especially because it’s our first.” Brogan kissed him again, slow and certain, like he finally knew exactly where they belonged. Always together.
“But we can’t compare it to another?”
“Oh, there will be many others.” Brogan kissed him again. “By the way, any time you want to top, just tell me. I’m good with that too.”
That comment sent Archie smiling again.