SKYLER
He can’t do anything about the weather, but he can sure as hell fill his own house with Christmas spirit. Right now, he’s got holiday music playing over the sound system, and he’s singing along while he throws a few extra decorations on the tree.
“Hello, my little Christmas elf.”
“Please be careful up there, baby,” Trevor tells him.
“True. But I’m afraid if you add any more decorations to that tree, it might topple over and crush you.”
The tree doesn’t have that much on it. But Skyler gets his point. He should probably stop adding things before it goes from sparkling and beautiful to blinding and garish.
He turns back to the tree to hang the glittery snowman ornament he’s holding, then carefully steps down the ladder. Trevor holds out a hand to steady him, and once Skyler’s feet are planted firmly on the floor, Trevor spins him by his waist and meets him for a kiss.
“It smells really strongly like cinnamon in here again,” Trevor comments as they head upstairs so he can change. “Did you buy more of those pinecones?”
“I made Snickerdoodles!” Skyler says innocently. Which is true, but if this explanation for the delicious cinnamon scent lets him avoid admitting that he did buy more pinecones, then he’s going to take advantage of it. “They should still be warm for you.”
Trevor smiles softly at him as he unbuttons his shirt in their bedroom, but there’s a keen spark in his eye that suggests Skyler’s not fooling him. Oh well.
Stepping closer, Skyler nudges Trevor’s fingers away so he can be the one to undo the last couple buttons and slide the shirt off Trevor’s muscular shoulders. “I just want the house to really feel like Christmas.”
“It definitely already does, baby,” Trevor tells him, giving him another kiss. “But you can keep decorating as much as you want. Whatever makes you happy.”
Skyler gets started on Trevor’s belt next. What would make him the happiest is if he and Trevor had a few kids they could surprise on Christmas morning and shower with presents. That’s obviously not their reality for this year. Maybe one year soon, though.
After learning that his parents want to move to L.A.
and will be able to help him and Trevor once they do have children, Skyler’s hopes have grown higher and higher.
He understands there’s still no need to rush things, but having that potential plan makes it feel like they’re one step closer to being dads.
The sound of Trevor’s leather belt sliding out of his belt loops as Skyler tugs on it gets Skyler feeling a little frisky.
So once he’s tossed the belt to the floor, he quickly gets Trevor’s pants undone, then reaches in to palm Trevor’s soft cock over his black boxer-briefs.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds of rubbing before Trevor starts to harden, his cock now straining against the tight fabric.
“Let’s get that free,” Skyler suggests, nudging Trevor’s pants down over his hips and then carefully peeling the briefs over his erection.
Trevor steps out of both, leaving him standing gloriously naked for Skyler at the foot of their bed. “Aren’t you such a good Santa’s little helper?” he teases.
Skyler grins and lowers to his knees. Grabbing Trevor’s hips, he presses a kiss to one, then leaves a trail of them along Trevor’s vee as he makes his way toward his reward.
His tongue darts out to lick at Trevor’s cockhead, making Trevor suck in a sharp breath.
And when Skyler wraps his lips around it, both of Trevor’s hands come to the back of Skyler’s head.
There’s not enough pressure to hold him there, but it’s enough to encourage Skyler to take him a little deeper.
As he sucks his husband off, he slides his palms from Trevor’s hips down to his thighs, giving them a light squeeze.
The slightly salty taste of precum hits his tongue when he runs it again over Trevor’s slit.
Humming in enjoyment, Skyler begins licking circles around the head of Trevor’s cock like he’s trying to catch ice cream dripping from a cone.
He could take Trevor’s entire thick cock down his throat and get him off in just a couple minutes if he wanted to. But instead, he’s keeping this blowjob slow and sweet, savoring it.
Trevor tangles his fingers into Skyler’s hair and tugs gently. “Come up here, baby. I wanna touch you.”
Pulling his mouth off Trevor’s cock, Skyler looks up at him from his knees.
No matter how long they’re together, he’ll never get tired of the sight of his hot, naked husband standing over him like this.
Trevor leaves one hand in Skyler’s hair and uses the other to cradle his face.
For another moment, they stay just like that, smiling at each other like they’re sharing a silent secret.
When Trevor tugs Skyler’s hair again, Skyler takes the hint and stands. Burying both hands back in Skyler’s hair, Trevor pulls him in for a long, languid kiss. They lick their way into each other’s mouths and work on getting Skyler out of his clothes without disconnecting their lips.
They do a decent job until they inevitably need to pause the kissing so Skyler’s shirt can come over his head. Then Trevor spits into his own palm and lines up their cocks, wrapping his hand around both. He immediately starts stroking them at a rough, rapid pace.
So much for slow and sweet. Not that Skyler’s complaining.
Nope. No complaints here. Never any complaints whenever Trevor is touching him.
They resume kissing, but more aggressively now, biting and tugging on each other’s lips to match the vigorous way Trevor is working over their cocks.
Skyler’s knees start to tremble, so he pushes at Trevor’s chest, urging him onto the bed.
Trevor complies, relinquishing his grip on their cocks as they situate themselves with Trevor on his back and Skyler on top of him.
Once they’re settled, Trevor spits into his hand again and gets it wrapped back around both of them.
Skyler groans in pleasure, his hips rocking forward without his permission, thrusting his cock farther into Trevor’s grip. His orgasm is nearing already, and he wants Trevor to get there with him. “I’m close,” he says.
“Me too,” Trevor tells him. “Give me that mouth, baby.”
Skyler doesn’t need to be told twice. But Trevor brings his free hand to the back of Skyler’s neck anyway, pulling him down into the kiss as if Skyler wasn’t moving fast enough for him.
The feel of their slick cocks gliding together as Trevor jerks them has Skyler panting into Trevor’s mouth.
And then Trevor lets go of Skyler’s neck and reaches down to grab his ass cheek instead, using his grip to encourage the motion of Skyler’s hips.
Skyler can only take a few moments of this before he’s ripping his mouth from Trevor’s and coming with a shout.
Trevor’s hips thrust up, and he squeezes Skyler’s ass hard as he follows him over the edge. “Fuuuck, baby.”
Collapsing his body on top of Trevor, Skyler can feel both of their releases making an even bigger mess between them. But he can’t be bothered to care as Trevor rubs his back with his clean hand while they catch their breath.
After a few minutes, Trevor smacks him on the ass and says, “I want your cookies now. Can you put on a sexy little elf costume and bring me some?”
He’s joking, but little does he know that Skyler does have a sexy elf costume. He was saving it to wear on Christmas Eve, but why not get as much holiday fun out of it as he can?”
“Wait here,” he instructs, giving Trevor a quick kiss before hopping off the bed.
Trevor sends him a puzzled look, but Skyler ignores it.
He dashes into the bathroom, where he uses a wet washcloth to clean himself up, then he brings another out for Trevor, tossing it to him before running into their closet.
Two minutes later, he emerges with a wide grin, feeling pretty pleased with himself.
He’s wearing a green and silver striped tank top that’s cropped above his belly button, a velvet green skirt with a fuzzy white trim along the bottom, and a pair of green tights.
And to top off his fantastic outfit, he’s got on a headband that gives him elf ears.
Trevor’s eyes go wide at the sight of him, then they darken with lust.
“I’m not bringing the cookies up to you,” Skyler tells him sassily. “So you’d better put some pants on and come downstairs with me.”
At first, Trevor doesn’t move. But when Skyler turns for the door and shakes his ass a couple times, his husband springs into action.
Skyler gives him the courtesy of waiting while Trevor tugs on a pair of gray sweatpants. Then he yells, “Catch me if you can!” and sprints out of the bedroom, giggling at the sound of Trevor right on his heels.
They slow down on the stairs, because Skyler is definitely clumsy enough to fall, but as soon as he starts running again, Trevor resumes chasing him.
Stella is barking from somewhere in the house, probably wanting to know what the hell all the noise is for.
When Skyler makes it into the kitchen, he pauses, allowing Trevor to capture him in his arms.
Sneaking one hand up the back of Skyler’s skirt, Trevor palms his ass over the tights. “You are ridiculous, and hot, and I love you.” He gives Skyler’s ass a hard squeeze. “Now where’s my cookies, little elf?”
Skyler gently shoves him off so he can go over to the baking sheet he left on top of the stove. The Christmas music is still playing down here, so he dances along to it as he transfers the cookies onto a large plate.
“If you keep shaking your ass like that, I’m gonna have to eat it instead of the cookies,” Trevor warns him.
Grinning to himself, Skyler eases up on the dancing. Because as tempting as that sounds—and it sounds very tempting—he still needs to get started with making dinner.