Christmas Delivery

12. Day twelve

Day twelve

“ I kissed Leo.”

I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to see the expression on Peter’s face. The scorn, or even worse, the disappointment.

“That’s not what he told me.”

My eyes flew open.

“What?!”

“The way Leo tells it, he kissed you ,” Peter said.

I opened my mouth to refute, but… it was entirely possible that we kissed each other, leaning forward at the same time.

“You… you’re not mad?” I asked in a whisper.

“No, I’m not angry. Perish that thought,” Peter swore solemnly. “I am a bit… jealous…” I winced. Of course he was. “…that I wasn’t the first one to kiss you.”

Did… did I mishear? But no, he really said ‘you’ not ‘Leo’.

“You really want to kiss me?” I asked, my mind spinning. Both of them? Both!?

“I do. But we are still bound by the contract of an employer and an employee. It would be irresponsible for me to kiss you now.” And that was his only issue? I nearly laughed. “Can you deliver the last gift before I kiss you?”

Nothing made sense anymore. But I was a New Yorker, we could take things in stride. I just needed to see where this was going.

“Alright. What’s the last gift?”

“Something I hope Leo keeps and shares with me,” Peter said cryptically. “Would you like for us to take my car, or do you prefer your bike?”

“My bike… I can take you with me if you want?” I offered.

I would have a sense of déjà vu, but unlike Leo, Peter clung to me out of fear and not to be as close as possible. The millionaire withstood the trip bravely but was a bit shaky on his feet when he got off the motorcycle. After a few deep breaths and adjusting his ever-present tie, Peter took point on leading us to Leo’s door.

He was knocking before I could ask where the gift I was supposed to deliver was.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw Leo in the open doorway.

“Leo, I have your last gift here,” Peter smiled.

And pushed me forward, into Leo’s arms.

“That’s a heavy burden of a gift,” Leo complained as I became a dead weight in my shock. “But I suppose I will accept it anyway.”

Something I hope Leo keeps and shares with me , Peter’s description of the gift ran through my mind.

I lifted my head from Leo’s chest and met his gaze.

“Hi,” he said softly.

“Hi,” I responded shyly.

The door clicked shut as Peter entered the flat.

“The last gift has been delivered. Our contract is no more,” he said with terrifying finality.

He made good on his promise to kiss me.

I surged up to twine my tongue with his. Even though Leo didn’t have to hold me up anymore, his arms still tangled around me. He moved behind me, letting my back press against his chest as I was kissed within the inch of my life.

When Peter pulled away, it was to both of us panting.

After a second try, I managed to clear my throat enough to speak.

“Using me as a gift? That’s cheap of you.”

“I assure you; you will be anything but cheap. I’m going to spoil you rotten, buy you everything you want, darling,” Peter purred.

“How did I become the sugar baby?” I groaned. “Isn’t that your role?” I thumped my head back against Leo’s shoulder.

“If I have to suffer through it, so do you,” the blond laughed. “We will share the joys and sorrows of having a millionaire boyfriend.”

“Boyfriends? Is that what we are?” I asked.

“I would like us to be,” Peter said and reached for my and Leo’s hands, laying a kiss on each of them as he spoke our names. “Raymond, Leo, dating you would be the pinnacle of my dreams. Will you do me the honor of becoming my boyfriends?”

“Yes!” Leo responded immediately.

“This is more than I signed up for…” I hedged, my head still spinning.

“But it’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Leo asked, his smiling face planting itself on my shoulder.

“It is, it really is,” I said with wonder. “Alright, I will be your boyfriend. On one condition.”

“Whatever you want,” Peter promised.

At that moment, I knew I could ask for a mansion, or to be introduced to someone famous, or to have an old enemy suddenly vanish. But with great power comes great responsibility.

“I want a nickname for you.” I jabbed his chest with my finger. “You are the only one here without one.”

“That’s right! I’m Leo and his RayRay, so that makes you… hm… Pete… that’s kinda boring,” Leo pouted.

“It doesn’t have to be a shortened name. We can go with a term of endearment…”

“Lovebug, poochie, stud muffin?” Leo exploded with eager suggestions, while Peter looked horrified. He could probably feel his dignity slipping away. Ha! His fault for hooking up with two younger guys. Dignity? We don’t know her!

“I was thinking of something more classic…” I caught the white streak in Peter’s dark hair between my fingers. “How about a silver fox?”

“Foxy!” Leo beamed. “That makes us a whole menagerie. A lion, a fox, and a cute stingRay!”

Peter sighed.

“I will suffer the indignity. But just for the two of you.”

“What else will you do for us?” I asked, letting my voice lower to a sultry draw. “Give us more kisses? Fuck us?”

“I will worship your bodies until you are drowned in bliss,” Peter growled. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Hey, it’s my home—nngh!” I placed my hand upon Leo’s mouth and marched him to the bedroom.

He licked my palm like a kindergartner and, when I threw him onto the bed, he sprang back with a grin and pulled me down, starting a mock fight which evolved into us trying to pin each other down to steal a kiss.

When I heard the sound of the belt being undone, the clang of the metal buckle reverberating in the cluttered room, I pulled off Leo and looked hungrily toward Peter.

His formal jacket and waistcoat had been lost somewhere on the way to the bedroom and that left him only in his dark pressed pants and the white shirt, which was partially unbuttoned. My mouth watered at the sigh of the man holding the belt casually in his hand.

When the folded leather slapped against the palm of his hand Leo shamelessly moaned at the sound.

“Now, now, boys, it’s rude to ignore your guest.”

“Sorry, s… Peter,” I quickly corrected my slip.

“It’s rude you aren’t fucking me yet,” Leo taunted at the same time.

Peter deliberately ignored Leo and focused on me instead.

“What did you want to call me, Raymond? Go on, tell me.”

My eyes had to be blown wide with how I felt at this open challenge.

“Sir,” I said.

“Good boy.”

I gazed at the older man in wonder. Fuck, he was into this? Because I was definitely into being called a good boy… as was Leo, if his jealous stare was anything to go by.

“Thank you, sir,” I said demurely, then shot Leo a smug look.

The blond gasped and narrowed his eyes at me.

“Teacher’s pet,” he hissed at me in a badly concealed whisper.

He squeaked as Peter caught a hold of his curls and pulled.

“It seems you had chosen to be a brat tonight,” Peter addressed him. “I will give you one chance. You can make up for being rude to me and mean to Raymond by putting those pouting lips around RayRay’s cock, or…”

“Or what?” Leo challenged breathlessly.

“Or I’m going to punish you.”

“Try me,” Leo gave an exhilarated grin.

He was as eager to play as I was and we both had easily found our roles.

“You will sit here and watch until I tell you otherwise. Oh, and Leo? You are not allowed to touch yourself,” Peter ordered.

“And if I do?”

“Every touch will add a hit to your upcoming spanking.”

Leo drew a sharp breath and stayed put, his hands at his sides.

It was my turn to shiver as all of the fiery attention in those hazel eyes turned to me.

“And as for you… tell me what you want, darling.”

“Let me see your cock,” I blurted out.

“Only see?” Peter raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“See, touch, smell, taste, listen to the sounds it makes when I suck it — I want to fill all my senses with you.”

“Go on then,” the millionaire said hotly, placing himself in front of me.

It was an easy task to reach out, open up his pants, and pull out his cock through the slit in his black boxers. My mouth watered at the sight. He was half-hard, but even now I could see he was going to be big. Tracing every pulsing vein with my fingers, I touched him, just like I promised. The weight on my palm and the warmth seeping into my skin were gratifying. The close contact allowed me to feel Peter’s every reaction. How his cock jumped, the way he grew slicker with every pump of my fist as precum leaked from his slit and I spread it all over. The way…

“Come on, suck him,” Leo whined.

“Trying to live vicariously through me?” I winked at the frustrated man, whose jeans had to be getting increasingly uncomfortable if the bulge at his crotch was anything to go by.

“I’m trying to get to the good part.”

“But this is the good part.”

I lapped lazily at the newest bead of precum and didn’t let myself be hurried. Instead, I buried my nose in Peter’s boxers, letting the scent of musk fill my nostrils. The need and want personified, the proof of how much I was wanted, made my head spin. I wanted to make that smell even stronger. For the unmistakable, heady scent of cum to fill the room.

My lips closed around the head of Peter’s cock. His hitched breath told me he was waiting for this as well. Up and down, I mapped his cock with my spit-slick lips, using my tongue to press against the sensitive underside until Peter’s legs trembled with the need to push forward into my throat.

“Fucking beautiful,” Leo commented from the side.

With deliberate slowness, I pulled off, until only the cockhead remained in my mouth, took away the hand I was keeping at the base, and looked towards Leo, letting him see everything.

He swore under his breath and gripped the bed sheets hard, trying to keep from touching himself. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted both of them to lose control.

Using the saliva pulling in my mouth I let the blowjob become sloppy. The slick sounds of decadence filled the room, a wonderful accompaniment to Peter’s harsh breathing and Leo’s quiet moans of despair.

Like this, I knew I looked like an avatar of lust, here to tempt men into sin. With spit escaping from the corner of my mouth to trail down my chin, my eyes wild and dazed, hair mussed, and sounds of pleasure stuck at the back of my throat, I got the reaction I wanted.

“Your mouth is made for this,” Peter hissed, finally letting his hips surge forward. “I’m going to fuck your face, honey. Take it for me.”

My hands gripped at the back of his thighs in silent encouragement. That was enough for him to let go.

“Mnngh!” my moan was cut off as Peter thrust roughly and his dick reached further than ever before, pushing at the back of my throat.

“Oh my god, that’s too sexy, I can’t… I have to…” Leo whined.

Peter stopped with his cock buried deep inside me and placed a hand at the back of my head to keep me in place while he turned his attention to our lover.

“That’s three,” his rough voice filled the room. “Four. Five.”

Even without being able to see it with how I was pressed against Peter’s body I knew Leo had to be touching himself, but all I could care about was the maddening intrusion stretching my throat. I melted into the roughness of my lover’s hold and hung there on his cock, being a good hole for my dom while he dealt with our brat.

“…nine, ten, fifteen.”

“What?!” Leo protested. “Isn’t it one slap for one stroke?”

“Not anymore. Move that hand again and it will be another ten.”

Peter pulled me off his cock just as my head was starting to spin from the lack of air. I took huge gulps of the sweet oxygen, closing my eyes for a moment, as Peter ran his hand through my hair, petting me and murmuring sweet nothings just for me.

“Such a good boy. You took it so well. Leo should learn from you.”

After nuzzling into the broad hand playing with my hair, I took in Leo’s state.

He was a mess.

Clutching at the bed sheets wasn’t enough; by now he had his hands crossed behind himself, in a last ditch to control the urge to give himself relief. I could imagine the fingernails pressing into the pale skin as he tried to master himself. His bitten lip only added to the picture of desperation.

“Let me… I need… Can I touch? Please, let me touch myself,” Leo gasped out and once the dam was broken, the pleading words fell from his lips like a waterfall.

“Only after your punishment,” Peter said and Leo trembled at the dom’s expectant look.

“Please… please punish me,” he said, his cheeks filling with red. I wanted to kiss him when he looked so deliciously bullied.

“Raymond, sweetheart, lie against the pillows, yes, like that,” I followed the dom’s orders and lay on my back, with a pile of soft pillows propping me up.

Once I was in position, Peter unceremoniously undressed Leo, then manhandled him to lean over me. On his hands and knees, with his cock dripping onto my stomach and eyes bright with delirious anticipation, he was a vision.

“Count for me,” Peter said before the sound of a slap reverberated through the room.

“Ah!” Leo tossed his head and panted for a second before he made his brain work enough to gasp out, “O-one.”

With the way Leo was leaning over me, I couldn’t see when Peter’s hand struck, but it was obvious by Leo’s reactions. He swayed forward with the next strike, a muffled groan caught behind his teeth before he counted. A third hit made him gasp and close his eyes to savor the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. By the tenth slap his arms were shaking and his hips were swaying, his cock trying to find even the tiniest contact with my body. He succeeded only in making himself more desperate and dirtying me with the precum copiously leaking from his slit.

“You are so wet. Does it feel so good?” I asked, lifting my hands to run my fingers over his spine, making him shiver.

“Yes! Oh… nnn… eleven. Ah, twelve!”

Leo buried his head in my shoulder with a whimper. My eyes met Peter’s molten gaze. Saw how his lips curved as he shared his satisfaction with me.

“Raymond, you can touch him,” he said and my hand found Leo’s cock with a speed of light, curling around the length, letting his hips snap forward into my fist.

“As for you, little lion… I will count the last three for you.”

A succession of slaps echoed through the room, but the sounds were nearly drowned out by Leo’s moans.

“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Come for me, darling.”

Leo did.

With a shout he spilled all over my hand, riding the high of the endorphins provided by both pain and the devastating pleasure. His hips worked mindlessly as he gave me a spurt after spurt, filling the room with the smell of freshly spilled cum. His harsh breathing tickled against my neck as he melted against me, no longer even trying to prop himself up.

I cuddled him shamelessly and Peter treated Leo like a big cat, his broad hands stroking all over like you would a pet. Leo gave a contented hum of postcoital bliss.

When he stirred a few minutes later he inadvertently pressed against my still hard cock.

“Oh, you both aren’t done yet… should I just…”

He tried to roll off me, but I kept him in place.

“Stay,” I said, pressing my nose into his hair and inhaling his scent. He smelled like honey. I smiled at the thought of one of Peter’s gifts being put to good use. “You can fuck me like this, right, sir?”

“Hmm, give me some of those pillows and I surely can.”

With a bit of maneuvering, we got two pillows situated under my hips. It not only put me in a better position to be taken but pressed me against Leo’s body as well, making my hard cock slide against his spent one. It was a delicious torture. I pulled Leo into a kiss while Peter got rid of the rest of his clothes.

When I felt the first press of slick fingers against my entrance, I pulled our lips apart to look at Peter.

“Always prepared, aren’t you?” I commented, seeing the small bottle of lube in his hand.

“I have been thinking about this, of having both of you under me for days,” Peter said hotly as he started to rub around my hole, softening the ring of muscle for the upcoming invasion. “I don’t always carry lube with me, that would be crass. But I did have certain hopes for today…”

“Heh, if I am a gift for Leo shouldn’t he be the one to fuck me, not you?” I grinned and moved my hips against the poor spent Leo, who whined at having his oversensitive cock stimulated.

“I will take watching you getting railed as my gift, thank you very much,” Leo said, slapping my chest in retaliation.

“Then watch,” Peter said and pressed his first finger in.

My mouth fell open in an O of pleasure at the stretch. I always liked this part, the way a lover’s fingers opened me up, how they had to work to get what they wanted from me. One finger quickly turned into two with the help of a ridiculous amount of lube. I could feel it sliding down the back of my thighs and with every press inside the excess lube made a dirty, squelching sound that went straight to my dick.

“Sir, am I a good boy?” I asked plaintively.

“You are, baby. Such a good boy, opening up for me so beautifully.”

“Then can I have a reward?”

“Tell me what you want and we will see, darling.”

“Fuck me hard and fast,” I groaned out. “Give me more .”

With a flash in Peter’s eyes, two fingers turned into three, and this time he wasn’t excessively slow and careful. No, he shoved his fingers in, making my flesh immediately yield instead of coaxing it into slow surrender.

“Yes!” I said, writhing on his fingers as they fucked me hard. “I want it, I need it, please, sir, I’m ready. More, more, more…!”

My mantra was cut short when the fingers left me and I felt the blunt shape of a cockhead pressing against my hole instead. I asked for it and I got it: Peter was unrelenting as he slid in with one hard push that made my toes curl. I nearly choked on my own spit when on the second stroke Peter’s cock dragged against my prostate, the feeling so intense I had to clutch at Leo to anchor myself, lest I fall apart.

“Is that hard enough for you, little stingray?” Peter asked breathlessly, after a few powerful thrusts.

I opened my mouth but couldn’t speak under the continuing assault on my prostate and only a string of breathy moans escaped from between my lips.

Leo leered down at me, taking in every expression on my face.

“I can see he is getting just what he wanted. Or maybe more than he bargained for? Can’t handle it, RayRay?” Leo mocked.

I could!

That is until Leo joined the conspiracy to make me crazy with lust and twisted my nipples.

“Nnngh! A-aaah… hah…” I made a high-pitched sound that trailed off into a guttural moan that was wrenched from my very core.

The sound only spurred Peter on and his thrusts grew, impossibly, even more vigorous. I was getting fucked within an inch of my life and Leo, that minx, did everything he could to make me lose control even quicker.

In the end, it was the mix of Peter’s fingers pressing hard into my thighs, leaving bruises, and Leo rolling his hips against mine that tided me over.

“Y-yes, a-ah…!” I moaned brokenly, tossing my head on the pillows as I was filled with bliss. Both mine and Leo’s bodies were made dirty with my cum as I spilled all over, making the grind of our hips smoother, more wicked and sensual. I pressed into the slick sensation until I had nothing more to give, my mind returning from the haze of chasing after my orgasm just in time to watch over Leo’s shoulder as Peter’s brows drew together and his mouth opened on a gasp.

He was ready to come.

“Fill me, sir, give it to me,” I pleaded, even if I could barely stand the spark of oversensitivity when Peter’s wonderful, thick cock flew over my prostate.

“Good boy… m-my good boys,” Peter said before his hips jack-rabbited forward, his steady rhythm forgone as the lust took over.

I spread my legs even wider.

He filled me up until I swear I could fill the sticky wetness spreading inside of me, a tangible stamp of approval on my used body that made me want to purr.

Peter panted; his breaths labored as his orgasm rolled through him. He leaned forward and sandwiched Leo between us with his weight until we were as close as possible.

It was pure bliss.

Well, until the cum started to dry on me.

Leo noticed my expression and laughed.

“We are disgusting!” he said cheerily. “But the best lays are always dirty. Ugh, I don’t want to change the covers. And the bed is too small for all three of us.”

“You want us… you want me to stay the night?” I asked shyly. I nearly believed this was happening, but I still felt as if the rug was going to be yanked out from under my feet at any moment, so I had to make sure.

“Well, duh,” Leo rolled his eyes at me. “Now that I have you in my evil clutches, I’m not going to let you go.”

“You are too cute to be evil,” Peter said seriously.

“Just for that, you will be the target of my next epic prank,” Leo pointed a warning finger at our silver fox of a lover. “Just you see!”

I kissed him on the cheek to derail him from inadvisable ideas, and Peter followed my brilliant idea. Between the two of us peppering his face with butterfly kisses, Leo’s defenses crumbled quickly, and his grumpy expression turned into a smile.

“I may have a solution to at least one of your problems,” Peter offered. “My bed is pretty big. We could move there? I would love to spend the Christmas Day with you.”

“Admit it, this was your evil plan from the start,” I teased.

“I had considered having romantic company on Christmas Day would be a favorable outcome, yes,” Peter declared. “But if you two have other Christmas plans…”

“Oh, I don’t really celebrate… unless I have a reason. You two are a wonderful reason, so I’m in,” I said honestly.

“I’m all alone this Christmas because my family betrayed me,” Leo pouted. “As if performing Christmas concerts all over Europe is a reason enough to abandon me so cruelly.”

“You are not alone anymore,” Peter said what I wanted to say but was too embarrassed for the words to come out.

“How about you?” Leo squinted suspiciously at the millionaire. “Did you plan to ditch a family gathering to go on a date with me instead?”

“Not at all,” Peter shook his head. “Similarly to your family, mine is extremely busy and, additionally, quite scattered. We made a deal to meet up for family Christmas in England every three years. I have been there last year, so I did not plan to travel to meet them this year.”

“Then it’s decided!” Leo clapped his hands, then made a face of regret as he felt how sticky both of them were. “But first we need to clean up.”

We made quick work of the cleanup and Leo packed a bag, thankfully throwing in a few items for me as well. I shuddered at the thought of what kind of clothes Peter would have put me in if he had the chance. Probably something so expensive I would have spent the entire Christmas dinner worrying about dirtying it up.

A quick trip — me on my bike and Peter with Leo in some kind of posh taxi — and we all filled into the penthouse.

Leo stood there with his jaw dropped for a moment, then shook his head.

“I’m too tired to be amazed at your flat. I’m going to freak out about the penthouse tomorrow. Now, show me the bed.”

Just like Peter promised, his bed was a monstrosity of decadence. Not only was it big enough to fit all three of us, but the moment I lay on the mattress it fitted itself to my body as I sank into the magical foam, which somehow was stiff and soft at the same time.

“I think I’m in love with your bed,” I groaned. “Where did you get that mattress?”

“Well, it is a model fashioned after what the NASA astronauts use…”

I stared at Peter, who at least looked a bit embarrassed at being so unbelievably rich. I didn’t even know this kind of mattress existed!

“Right, I will add this to tomorrow’s freak out,” I nodded firmly.

Leo, with his face already buried in the fluffy pillow, raised his hand for a commiserative high-five, without looking at me.

I pressed my palm against his, then, once I wriggled under the covers, my whole body to his back. Peter bracketed Leo from the other side until the blond was the filling in our sandwich. Like this, tired, content, safe, we fell asleep.