Chapter four
Christmas Eve
Everything was pretty close to perfect. This would be their first Christmas as husbands, and they wanted to spend it right here in their own home.
It was a little hard on Tyler, though, missing his family and Janie.
They all had their own Christmas back in Colorado.
Tyler missed them terribly, but he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be.
The ranch had become his home—there with Davey.
Besides, they would be going over to see Davey’s cousin the next day. Dillon needed family, too.
Tyler plopped down on the couch beside Davey and handed him one of the packages. “Christmas Eve present.”
“What? What’s this?”
Tyler held up the other box. “I have one, too. It’s tradition.”
“It is?” Davey looked at Tyler, skeptically, and shook his box. It was the obvious size of a garment box, wrapped in red, foiled paper that had little tiny wreaths printed all over it. Tyler’s was the same, only the print was Christmas trees.
“Yes. Open it. Open it.”
Davey chuckled and shook the box some more. “You’re like a kid.”
“Stop shaking it and open it already.”
“Fine.” Davey grabbed the paper with one hand and crinkled it, ripping it right off of the package with a diabolical grin.
Then, he broke the tape along the sides of the white box that had been hidden inside the paper and slowly pulled the top off.
He fingered through the tissue paper until he reached the soft cotton fabric below.
He pulled the garment out of the box. “What is this?”
“Jammies. For us to wear. Hold it up.”
Davey pulled the pajamas out of the box and held them up. They were navy blue with a hood and a zipper that went down the front, splitting the Superman icon down the middle. They also had feet in them like children’s pajamas. The look on Davey’s face made Tyler giggle. “Try them on.”
“Uh...really? I don’t know.”
“It’s Superman!”
Davey glared at him, so Tyler held up his box. “I have one, too.”
“What’s yours?”
Tyler ripped into his own box, pulling out similar pajamas, but his were simply stripped blue and green—no superheros. “I’ve tried this on and seriously, you’re gonna love it.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Makes my ass look so sexy.”
“Put it on.” Davey was far more interested in Tyler’s gift than his own. It didn’t bother Tyler, though, since they were really both for Davey.
“You too.”
They both stripped off quickly and pulled the new pajamas on.
It took all of two seconds after Tyler had his zipped for Davey’s hands to be all over him.
Just like he’d wanted. The soft material emphasized every curve of muscle Tyler had, and Davey’s eyes ate him up along with his hands.
“Yeah. I like yours. A lot.” He grabbed Tyler’s ass, pulling him closer.
Their chests and legs pressed together, and Tyler could feel Davey’s bulge beneath the fabric, pushing against his hip.
“I like yours, too.” Tyler ran his hands up the Superman emblem on Davey’s chest.
“How the hell do I take a piss in this thing?”
Tyler burst out laughing. Leave it to Davey to ruin a sexy moment. “Here.” He grabbed at Davey’s crotch. “There’s a button here to, you know, let it out.”
“Hmm...let me see.” Davey unfastened the button and stuck his very hard cock out of it. “Yeah, this could be useful.” He grabbed at Tyler. “Come here.”
Before he could protest, Davey had him down on the floor in front of the couch.
Davey’s lips nibbled at his collarbone and licked at his throat.
Tyler moaned, needing more. He pulled at the zipper on Davey’s pajamas until it was down to his waist and Tyler could get his hands inside it.
He needed to feel Davey’s warm skin. He buried his nose in Davey’s neck, wanting more of that nice mix of herbal earthiness and peppermint that lingered on his skin and hair from the products he’d been using. “Smells delicious,” Tyler muttered.
“Yeah, so do you.” Davey shifted and landed his mouth right on top of Tyler’s.
Their lips pressed together, tongues chasing each other.
Their kiss sent heat racing through Tyler’s body like, well, like Davey rode that bike — hard, fast, and never backing down.
It reminded him so much of the first time they’d kissed.
The first time they’d fucked. Tyler covered his mouth, holding back laughter.
Davey pulled away. “What? What is it?”
“I’m just thinking about how we met.” He laughed some more and Davey joined him. “I was so surprised to wake up and see you there. Naked and looking at me...” A fit of laughter made him stop talking.
“You weren’t more surprised than me.” Davey wiggled his hips, pushing his hard cock into Tyler’s groin. “I was stunned, and you were the sexiest, most beautiful man in the world.” He kissed Tyler again, his lips and down his jaw and under it, making Tyler squirm a little, but he’d stopped laughing.
“You looked like you wanted to eat me. Oh...ugh...your cock was so hard. Just like now...”
“Less talking, Mr. McAllister.” Davey reached between them and grabbed Tyler’s cock through his pajamas.
“Mm...love how that sounds...and feels...”
“Mm...” Davey groaned. “Take these off, Ty.”
It took a few minutes longer to get the pajamas off than it did to get them on, but not by much.
Once naked, Davey gently pushed Tyler back down to the carpet, on his back.
He reached under the couch where they’d stashed a bottle of lube.
Since Tyler had moved in, they’d fucked in every room of the house, including the living room.
Repeatedly. The couch and the thick carpet in front of it were a few of their favorite spots, and on Christmas Eve with the lights of the tree sparkling around them, Tyler couldn’t think of a better one.
Tyler spread his legs, offering himself to his husband once again.
He really felt like with their connection, moments like this would never grow old.
They were still newlyweds, but they had amazing physical chemistry.
He certainly hoped that would never change.
So far, that chemistry had only grown stronger as they’d gotten to know each other more and more.
Theirs may have been a whirlwind romance, but they both genuinely loved each other.
Davey always made him feel special—cherished. Every single time they made love.
Cool, lubed fingers grabbed his attention, as Davey worked them inside Tyler’s hole. He thrust his hips up to meet Davey’s strokes. “Be still, Ty.”
“No...can’t.”
Davey chuckled. “I love how sensitive you are. How your whole body moves when I touch you.”
His words made Tyler want to move more. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Davey’s fingers, stretching him, rubbing against his prostate, feeling the inner most part of him. “Da...vey...”
“Open your eyes, baby.”
Tyler obeyed, gazing up into Davey’s deep blue eyes and finding love and meaning. Davey was his reason for everything. “I love you, Davey. So much.”
Davey’s smile lit up his face better than the Christmas lights. “I love you, too.”
“Good. Then show me. Now. I’m more than ready.
” As much as they fucked, he hardly needed the prep time, but he’d never say no when Davey felt the need to be tender, and that was definitely his mood.
He lined himself up and pushed his cock in, slow and steady, until he bottomed out.
Everything washed over Tyler at once. Davey’s cock filling him up, his lower abs rubbing into Tyler’s groin.
Slowly. Sensually. It felt like heaven with Davey’s balls brushing against his ass—the world stopped right there. That moment. Tyler sighed.
“Love you. Love you like this. That look on your face. Like...like bliss...and your hair. All that gorgeous blond hair, ruffed up. For me.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Davey.”
“Yes, sir.” And he did. He moved slowly at first, drawing his cock out so delicately, Tyler thought his ass would burst into flames.
Or his brain. But then Davey thrust for real, pivoting his hips until he was pounding down on just the right spot.
Over and over. Tyler rolled his hips upward, meeting Davey’s every grind, rock, and sway of his hips.
Tyler looked up at Davey, his face intense as a little trickle of sweat slid down the edge of his hair beside his ear.
His eyes were focused on Tyler. His pendant that Tyler had given him swung back and forth, bumping into his lean chest. The silver sparkled in the lights of the tree.
He couldn’t see the inscription, but he knew what it said.
T&D on one side and Davey’s number, 27, on the other.
He never took it off. It meant that much to him and to Tyler.
The connection between them reverberated through his chest, making every nerve light up. “Davey...”
“Shh...” Davey reached between them and touched the tip of Tyler’s cock.
His gentle fingers flit over his crown before sliding down the shaft and wrapping around his cock with a sure grip.
He slid his hand back up, then stroked in time with his movements, plunging in and out with each rub and caress of Tyler’s cock.
Tyler was overwhelmed by Davey, in him, around him, touching him. It was too much, yet he still needed more, needed to come. He groaned and fucked into Davey’s hand, impaling himself on Davey’s cock, urgently.
“Ty...ugh, Ty...too much.” Davey faltered and stiffened. Tyler could feel the pulsing of his dick inside him as Davey came hard.
Tyler’s eyelids fluttered, the Christmas lights becoming stars behind his eyes as he orgasmed into Davey’s hand.
“Now it really smells like Christmas in here,” Tyler laughed.
“You’re crazy.” Davey sat back and pulled Tyler up into his arms, squeezing him tightly. “And I love you. Just like you are.”