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The First
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Copyright © 2020 Rain Carrington
Cover Copyright © 2020 Rain Carrington
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Warnings: This story may contain elements of violence, abuse, torture and/or dubious consent. Trigger warnings apply.
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Chapter One
Ducking into the alley after sensing a someone watching him, Adam felt his heart beating out of his chest, and wish again for death. The long sleep, the peace, the end to his running, it was all he wanted, and the one thing he couldn’t have.
It came on him quickly, when he felt that, like a block of ice as tall and wide as a man slammed into him, taking his breath and freezing him until his senses shook it off and he could run or hide. It hadn’t happened often over the years, but when it did, it chilled him to his bones. Fleeting it was, though, and as he regained his ability to move, he pushed himself against the wall of the bookstore. The smell in the alley assaulted him, but he’d live forever in that smell if he escaped the pain that would come if he were caught.
Catching himself in the reflection of a broken piece of glass leaning on an over-filled dumpster, Adam saw that he looked the same as he always had. That was another thing that bothered him, that had already eaten at his sanity.
The dark hair and eyes, both strange hues of milk chocolate, and his deep olive skin, all the same. He’d tried to dye his hair every color of the rainbow, but the next day it was back to that chocolate brown.
The same.
He was built nicely, muscles all firm and well defined, so he’d tried to drink beer, hoping to develop a beer belly. It didn’t happen. His sharp jawline was lined with facial hair. He’d tried a million times to shave or to let his beard grow out and neither had worked.
The same.
And the one thing that was the worst of all, running all his life. That was the same. In the long years he’d been on the earth, he’d known not one minute of peace after the sentence had been handed down by the judge of all judges.
God.
With his eyes tightly shut, he willed himself not to think about him. Not God, that was a thought he could keep away most days. The other him never left his mind for more than a heartbeat. That was probably because, even after all the time that had passed, his name was on each heartbeat.
Where he’d been going, the little bar on fifth avenue, he left the alley to finish walking there. He’d found it a week before, not overly crammed with bouncing college boys, nor one where he looked as though he was twenty years the junior of the patrons. It was one of the few he’d found that had good music, good conversation and let him drown his sorrows without getting an obvious pick-up line every few minutes.
When he entered Stone’s Throw, he remarked again at the peacefulness of the place. Casual conversation was a low murmur, the music background to that. The bartender was an older gentleman, maybe sixty, who had a wonderful reverberating voice that was never loud, but always clear and cheerful.
It wasn’t terribly dark, but dim enough to hide, if one so desired. He did, of course. There were pictures covering the walls of famous gay men and women that they all seemed to idolize. The big print of Marylyn Monroe holding her skirt down from the movie with that scene was center in the dance area, and her eyes followed him as he moved from the door to the bar.
He sat at the end of the bar, far from the next two customers who were watching some video on one of the men’s phone. Phillip, the bartender, came over, wearing a muscle shirt to show off his big muscles, and smiled in greeting. “You’re back. I do believe you may become a regular.”
“Doubtful. I won’t be around long enough.”
Reveling too much was a risk, but sometimes, he just needed to vent a little.
“Oh yeah? Job taking you away or love chasing you?”
That was the thing with the modern people. It was work or love. Their reasons to exist. Back in his day, there was so much more…
“Neither. Both. Is there a difference, really?”
“Guess not. Scotch?”
“Please, three fingers, and run a tab for me, if you will.”
He handed the man a bank card and watched him set it by the register before pouring his generous drink. He’d found alcohol early on in his punishment, and it eased the pain of it some.
After the bartender handed him the drink, he commented, “You look like you need a night away from your troubles. Why night take one of these guys home and have some fun? Or…do you have a guy somewhere else?”
That picture in his mind again, that name that sounded on every beat of his heart. “I used to. I fucked it all up.”
“Don’t we all at one time or another? Did you cheat?”
If it were so easy, if there had been another, if Adam had gotten tempted in that way, he could somehow make up for that. “No. I didn’t cheat. I betrayed him.”
Phillip got the hint he wouldn’t go into detail, so he left Adam with this, “You get over him and move on or find him, tell him how sorry you are and try to get back with him.”
Ready to dismiss the advice, once it sunk in, Adam saw the logic of it. Especially after he drained the rest of the scotch from the glass. “He’d torture me.”
“Wouldn’t you deserve it? So, he nags and cries some. Being betrayed cuts a man deep, but if you’re truly sorry he’ll see it, if he’s a good guy. If he’s not, well, then you don’t much want him anyway, right?”
The rage and pain of the man in question, if one could call him a man at all, wouldn’t be contained to whining and nagging. It could come out in floods, raging tornadoes, blood bubbling up from the very ground.
But on the other hand, like Phillip had said, he deserved it. Adam knew, however that many could get caught up in the lover’s spat of the universe.
A man came to sit by him, calling Phillip over so he could buy Adam another drink and get another beer for himself. “Sorry to intrude, but I saw you sitting here and wanted to see if I had a shot. I’m Jeff.”
Up front and honest, at least. That was rare. “A shot? Tonight, probably. I’d like to drink a while longer. If you don’t mind, Jeff. I’m Adam, by the way.”
Adam turned to see his reaction and saw a sweet man smiling in a way that Adam hadn’t seen in years. Sincerity, it was an uncommon thing in the world.
Handsome, yes, dark wavy hair, soft jawline that was beginning to see the start of some stubble. His skin was light, made to seem lighter still by the contrast of his hair. It was his eyes, however, that grabbed Adam. Sky blue. So, like…like the one he missed…
“I don’t mind. It’s one of the two reasons we come to bars, isn’t it?”
“It is, I suppose. Not always the foremost reason, but it is up there.”
They made small talk, confirming the weather was nice, a little hot, and the current new fad of taking short videos to post on the new social media site was cute but not their thing. Adam wasn’t great at small talk. He’d seen so much, done so much, it all seemed so trivial. It was the way of things, however, down through the ages. Men, in their search of love for the night would say most anything until it was time to be physical.
“I am between homes right now, so do you have somewhere we can go?”
He knew he sounded like he was a homeless person, and he supposed he was. Not by choice and not by happenstance. It was dangerous for him to put any roots down, so he stayed only a few months in any given city or town around the world until he didn’t feel safe any longer.
“Yeah, my apartment is a few blocks away. I walked here, but if you have a car…”
“I don’t. The walk would be nice, though.”
The disappointment of delayed satisfaction in his eyes left quickly as his smile touched them. “Yeah. Yeah, it would.”
Jeff paid for their drinks and he led Adam out to the sidewalk where he timidly took his hand. “Wouldn’t want you to get lost.”
“That would be a travesty.”
Jeff was cute, sweet, and someone Adam would love to get to know better, but he resigned himself to only ask for the love he could give Adam for the night. He’d tried too many times in the past to make it work with men, and he’d had to run each time, leaving them hurt from the sudden breakup.
His hand was warm as it wrapped Adam’s, and his step had a definite bounce as they made their way past coffee houses, furniture shops and taverns. The noise from each of the latter would rise as they neared, and fade as they passed it, reminding Adam of his life. Noise, frivolity, joy, even, at times, only to fade so quickly, he’d been unsure it had been real.
The time he was about to spend with Jeff would be like that. He’d get pleasure from it, he was sure, but it would pass, and he’d be left bereft and alone once more. Friends and acquaintances were taboo for him, and love was off the table completely.
He’d betrayed his love already with his words. He’d never betray him in his heart.
Up two narrow flights of stairs in the old building they’d entered brought them to Jeff’s apartment door, and that’s where it began, before the left the outer hallway. After Jeff’s hand slipped from his, it managed to quickly find Adam’s ass, caressing there before he grew bold and gave a squeeze.
Letting himself get lost in the heat, Adam felt the stress flow from him as Jeff took him into a violent kiss, biting his lips, sucking his tongue as he was pressed against the corner of the door jam, making it impossible to be afraid of anything for the moment.
Sex was the thing that had gotten him into the situation he was in, at least that was what he told himself. Ignoring the feelings behind it made it easier. Sex was the only thing that took his mind completely from it for a little while, and that was everything to him. Getting those fears and regrets off his mind.
Stumbling through the door once Jeff had it unlocked, they both chuckled as Jeff unbuttoned his shirt. “You’re so sexy. Jesus.”
“I’m definitely not Jesus,” he joked then smashed his mouth against Jeff’s to return the bruising kiss, Jeff moaning roughly as he took it.
Shedding clothes through the dark living room, Jeff moved him slowly to the bedroom, stopping every foot to grope on Adam, taking him further from his thoughts. That was the thing about that kind of anonymous sex, uncommitted, free. Every touch was purely animal. There was no thought of where the relationship might go because there was no relationship.
Jeff was better looking naked than dressed, the light mat of fur on his chest something Adam could dive in and live there, and his lightly muscled torso was inviting as hell. Adam pushed him down on the king sized bed and descended, attacking his nipples with his mouth as his hands slid down his sides until he wrapped his long fingers around the heavy cock that was already pulsing with blood, hard and full. He imagined it, spearing him as he chewed indelicately on the nipple, feasting on the man as though he were a fine steak.
The sleek and course chest hair brushed his cheek as he moved to the left nipple, giving him chills. The grunted sounds coming from Jeff encouraged him, and he found himself rubbing his own cock against Jeff’s outer calf, the friction from the hair giving his dick the sweetest burn. He moved to stare down at him, seeing the lust in his eyes, the smile widening on his pretty pink lips.
“Something wrong?”
Adam could go on for days about things that were wrong, but the man under him wasn’t one of them. “No. Everything is good. I want you inside me. Is that a problem?”
“No way. I’m vers. I don’t mind topping a fine ass like yours.”
Chuckling at the cheesy line, Adam leaned in to plant a much softer kiss on his lips. When he came back up, he whispered, “Fuck me.”
“Yeah. Yeah, definitely.”
He moved to the side of Jeff and lay on his stomach, listening to the harsh breathing of the man behind him as he readied himself. The tear of the condom wrapper, the lewd sound of the lubricant being squirted from the bottle, the first movement of the concert before the symphony really begun.
What he hadn’t expected was to have his ass eaten. That was a welcomed surprise. Jeff spread his cheeks and went for it, spearing him with his long tongue, making Adam settle into a place where everything left him except his arousal.
Gone was the pain he’d felt as he looked into sky blue eyes, the betrayal in them piercing his very soul. As a thumb slipped in with the tongue, the physical ache of the retaliation left him, letting him forget.
He was stretched nicely, the lube seeming unnecessary as he was dripping with saliva, pushing into him with one last penetration of fingers. The entire act, Adam thought he’d be tired of it after so many years, but the excitement, the sexual gratification, it was the one thing he’d never grown weary of.
Jeff was nicely hung, not huge, but a nice heavy dick that when inside him, hit all the right places. Having the warm body over him, the hard stomach pressing his ass, lips engaged in light kisses over his shoulders, it was heaven to him. If he could never see the real one, he’d take these bits and pieces of it that God had left on earth for him to scavenge.
“Tight and hot, Adam, so good,” he whispered in Adam’s ear, and Adam’s eyes closed, blocking out the voice and drifting on his own thoughts.
They gathered around the sensations and sounds, the scents and warmth. One person touching another, connecting with their bodies, it was all he could do not to sob into the pillow where his head lay. Drifting on them, Adam heard himself as his own sounds amplified with each deep, glorious thrust.
Sex was so much to him, an escape, a connection he didn’t get in any other way and a piece of death that he’d never feel otherwise. He’d heard it described that way, a tiny death. Poems were written about it, songs sang, and he felt them each time he let a man inside him. That little death, the orgasm breaking through life and bringing him as close as he’d ever get to that joy and peace spoken about when people passed from one world to the next.
After a few minutes of that position, Jeff pulled out of him and grunted, “Turn over. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
As much as he didn’t want to do that, so he could stay in his own head and disconnect, he didn’t want to be overly selfish. Slowly, he turned to his back and spread his legs, inviting the man back into him.
Before he re-entered Adam, Jeff kissed him seductively, moving his mouth to Adam’s throat and sucking a little mark there as he pushed his dick in, giving Adam that nice stretch again. Avoiding Jeff’s eyes, that would be the trick, and not easy. Sky blue, those sky-blue eyes, the same color as the angels’…
He slammed his eyes shut to half-lidded, glassy glare as well as that thought and pulled Jeff closer, kissing him, gnawing on his jawline, lifting his hips so the man could be as deep as possible. Consumed, that is what Adam needed, to be consumed.
Jeff sped his thrusts, banging into Adam for all he was worth, in the meantime kissing him almost tenderly, sucking on his earlobe as he grunted Adam’s name. The heat from that breath on Adam’s neck, his prostate being roughly hit, all of it was rushing Adam near climax.
The little death.
He braced himself for it, begged for it, moaning it to Jeff to make him cum, not to stop, speed his fucking, harder, faster, deeper until he saw the bright lights behind his eyelids and his body convulsed rigid. It swarmed him, like bees finding a new home, and that was how it was, he found a new home each time he felt it, the nomad resting at long last, only to pick up and move on again after the sensation was over.
As Adam dressed, Jeff asked him why he was rushing off, spread eagle on the bed as he glowed from his achievement.
“I don’t stay anywhere long. It’s not you, believe me.”
“What do you think would make you stop running?”
The wording caught him, and he spun to stare at Jeff fully. “Running?”
“From the bedroom of the men you dazzle. What would make you stop that? Love, maybe?”
Deflating from his sudden panic, he sighed, “Already have that. Had, I guess you’d say. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.”
“The guy you said you betrayed?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. I would bet he could forgive you if you tried to make it up to him. Or you could face up to what happened. He may have moved on.”
He had, but not with another man. He’d moved on to punish the whole world for the heartbreak Adam had left him. “Maybe. Anyway, thanks, Jeff. That was amazing.”
As he was heading from the bedroom, Jeff called out, “He’ll never stop looking for you, Adam.”
Stopping cold, Adam felt all the blood draining from his body. “W-what?”
Hands were on him then, the same soft touching from the bed. As he turned, he saw that Jeff was suddenly fully dressed, grinning maliciously as his eyes shined. His sky-blue eyes. Like the angels.
“Who are you?”
The grin widened, but became more wicked as he hissed the name, “Pharzuph.”
The fallen angel of lust. “I was under a spell?”
“Didn’t have to cast one. You’ve turned into a whore.”
Like he’d gotten a knife in the gut, that hurt him deep. He had sought solace in sexual partners for so long, he hadn’t realized he’d come to rely on sex so desperately. “Being tortured for millennia will do that to a person.”
The smile faded and the eyes took the malice the smile had held. “You think that was torture? He was too easy on you, Adam, the first man. You would have been begging to have his torture if I had been allowed to carry out your punishment. Betrayer!”
Adam’s legs could no longer hold him. After all the centuries of running, hiding, looking for witches and spellcasters to cloak him, hiding in churches and cemeteries, and he’d been found at long last.
His slid down the door frame and lay his head on his bent knees, defeated. After being so careful, he’d been caught. Ignoring his instincts in that alley, neglecting to run, and he’d been caught.
Maybe it was better. Maybe to see the angel again, to take the rest of his punishment, it would be good. The waiting would be over, and the wondering put to rest. “Where is he?”
“On his way.”
Free Story Number Two!
Christmas Cards From Angel and Garcia
Companion Book for Turquoise by Rain Carrington
Though this is a free book, it's the property of Rain Carrington and AAS publishing. Any copying or pirating of this work is against the law.
Copyright © 2020 Rain Carrington
Cover Copyright © 2020 Rain Carrington
All rights reserved
Warnings: Story contains explicit sex between two consenting adults!
Companion Book for Turquoise by Rain Carrington
Though this is a free book, it's the property of Rain Carrington and AAS publishing. Any copying or pirating of this work is against the law.
Copyright © 2020 Rain Carrington
Cover Copyright © 2020 Rain Carrington
All rights reserved
Warnings: Story contains explicit sex between two consenting adults!
Christmas Cards from Angel and Garcia, a short story based on Rain’s book, Turquoise.
“Rafael! What in the name of all that is good have you done in here?” Angel looked around the kitchen and couldn’t believe his eyes. There was flour everywhere; red frosting down the refrigerator door and the sink was piled two foot high with dishes. “Garcia! Come and look what your son did!”
Garcia walked in with the six-year-old on his hip and Angel, after trying and failing to look stern, busted out in peals of laughter. Garcia’s long black hair was white with flour, as was his face except for the splotch of red frosting on his cheek. Rafael was in no better condition, his long hair was in tangles of dough, flour and there were even candy sprinkles mixed in. “We made Christmas cookies,” Garcia announced. “Want one?”
Angel calmed his laughter enough to ask, “Do I eat it from Little Raf’s head?”
Garcia was smirking hard and Little Raf was grinning from ear to ear. “Papa, Daddy and me made cookies!”
“I can see that,” Angel said, chuckling as he grabbed his son from his husband and kissed his chubby cheek. “You smell good, like…cookies!” Rafael may not be their biological son, but the boy had features of the both of them like Garcia’s cat eyes and Angel’s wide smile.
Little Raf giggled and squirmed, so Angel set him down and he ran to the hoard of plates on the kitchen table to grab one of the misshapen sugar cookies there. “I’m going to give one to Carolina!”
Garcia grabbed his son as he ran to the doorway. “Not right now, son. Your sister is taking her nap.”
As Little Raf contemplated this, he told his fathers, “We need to save her one.”
Angel looked over at the dozens of cookies. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“Go get ready for your shower,” Garcia told him and immediately was granted with a pout, Raf’s bottom lip sticking out exceedingly far.
“It’s not nighttime!”
Angel pinched Raf’s chin tenderly and turned up his face. “Don’t argue with Daddy. Go.”
Raf lowered his eyes and told Garcia, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Garcia’s eyes glistened as he looked at his son with such love. It was the most beautiful sight in the world, when his husband gazed at their children. It was impossible not to see all the wonder and gratitude he held for his family. “It’s okay. I’ll be in the bathroom in a couple of minutes then we’ll get you ready to go shopping with your grandmas and to see Santa.”
Raf had obviously forgotten about the shopping trip promised to him by Sheila and Roberta. His face lit up and he asked, “Do I still get to spend my ten dollars?”
He had money left from a birthday card from his biological mother who lived in San Diego. He planned to spend it on his fathers for Christmas. Angel patted his butt and said, “Of course, now go before they come and see you like this! They’ll think we tried to cook you with the cookies!”
Giggling all the way, Raf ran down the hall from the kitchen to get to the bathroom and the noise of it woke Carolina who called out, “Papa!”
“You’re being summoned,” Garcia said, chuckling as he started down the hall to help Raf with his shower. “You get her, and I’ll get him cleaned up, grab a shower and get this mess erased before our mothers get here and have a fit.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. When Carolina wanted anything, Angel was sure to bow to her wishes. The little girl was the apple of his eye, just like Raf was. In the room she currently shared with her big brother, she was rubbing her eyes with her little fists while waking from her nap. He watched her and felt like the world couldn’t be any better. “Papa!”
“I’m here, baby.” Angel walked quickly over to the bed and sat on the edge while she moved her fists and smiled up at him. “Did you have a good sleep?”
“Hungry.”
She was always hungry after her nap and knew Angel would let her have just about anything. Garcia, however, insisted on her having a nutritional snack in the middle of the afternoon. “Daddy and Raf made Christmas cookies. Would you like one?”
Eyes wide, she nodded and grinned up at him. “Two?”
She had quickly learned to count to ten and used it to her advantage. “One with milk. Then after dinner you may have another one.”
Like he hadn’t said a thing, she asked again, “Two?”
“Carolina! You drive Papa crazy, you know that?”
She nodded, unconcerned, and again asked, “Two?”
Those eyes looking into his, so trusting and so much wiser than her three years. He couldn’t say no to her for something so trivial as another cookie. “Okay, two, but you are going to get me into trouble with Daddy.”
She sat up and yawned and he hid his chuckle of the pure cuteness of it, her chubby cheeks not matching her petite frame and stature. “He won’t mad at you, he loves Papa.”
So sure, she was. So sure, he was as well. He pulled the blanket off her and helped her down so she could take off in a run to the kitchen. Raf came into the room, cleaned and ready to get dressed, the towel wrapped around him and his hair dripping on it. “Daddy said to dress warm.”
Angel helped Raf find a sweater and heavy jeans, getting a wink from his husband as Garcia passed in the hall. “Papa is going to be in trouble.”
Raf turned his narrowed cat eyes on Angel and asked, “What did you do?”
“I told Carolina she could have two cookies for her afternoon snack.”
Raf’s eyes got big as he shed his towel and started to dress. “You are gonna get in trouble! Daddy is going to be so mad!”
Angel chuckled and kissed his son’s cheek before he left the room, calling back to him, “Come save me in a minute, huh?”
Smart as ever, Raf yelled, “I don’t want in trouble with Daddy!”
Angel stopped in the doorway, watching Garcia pouring the milk into Carolina’s purple handled cup. Garcia saw him watching and told Carolina, “Papa is here.”
Looking smug, Carolina smiled to Angel. “Daddy said no two cookies! Tell him, Papa!”
Angel wanted to laugh, but with the glare he was already getting from Garcia, he chose not to. “What did Daddy say, Carolina?”
“He said one.”
“Then it should be one.”
Carolina was nonplussed. “No! You said two.”
Garcia ended the debate by placing two cookies on her plate and kissing the top of her head. “Papa is spoiling you.”
“Yeah,” she agreed as she started on her first cookie.
Garcia went to Angel and wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck. “You are in so much trouble.”
“I knew it!” Raf confirmed as he walked by and sat at the table, ready for his snack. “I’m ready for my one cookie, Daddy.” He looked so proud of himself for sticking to the rules, but in true Carolina form, she broke one of her cookies and gave half of it to Raf. He smiled at his sister and said, “Thanks, sissy.”
Garcia had watched the exchange and turned back to Angel, kissing him sweetly. “You’re still not out of trouble.”
Whispering, Angel asked, “You know I can’t say no.”
Grinning, Garcia said, “Sucker.”
“Yeah.”
After the kids were playing in the living room, Angel helped Garcia clean the kitchen then they went in to watch Raf help Carolina build a castle out of blocks. The door opened and Sheila stuck her head in, yelling, “Knock!”
“Come on in, Mom.”
Angel was up and across the room, kissing his mother’s cheek, then Roberta’s who was right behind her. “It’s getting cold! My babies better be dressed warm,” Roberta warned as the kids ran over to their grandmothers.
“Nana, Carolina built a castle!”
Roberta knelt down to take the hug Raf was offering, and Sheila kissed his cheek as she hugged her granddaughter. “She did? That’s good!”
Sheila agreed with Roberta, “Maybe she will grow up to build skyscrapers.”
“No way is my baby girl going to some city!” Angel was adamant, his children would stay on the rez or at the very least come back after college. Garcia didn’t agree with him, swearing that their children have every choice they want in where they lived their lives. To his credit, however, he let Angel think he was winning that fight most of the time. He understood how scared Angel was that his children would face the world outside like he had and get hurt.
Sheila rolled her eyes. “You got to see the world; it will be their turn one day.”
Roberta laughed and stayed out of it. “Where are their coats and hats? And their gloves. Maybe they should wear two pairs of socks.”
Garcia got the children’s coats out of the closet and knelt to help Raf get his on after handing Angel their daughter’s coat. Angel kissed Carolina’s forehead as he zipped her up and said, “You be a good girl for your grandmas.”
“I’m a good girl, Papa.” She moved past him and wrapped her arms around Garcia’s neck. “See you, Daddy.”
Garcia hugged her close. “See you, baby girl. Have fun and watch out for your brother.”
“I’m the big brother, I watch out for her, Daddy!” Raf was not having the roles reversed a bit on his watch and Garcia grinned and gave him a little salute.
“Yes, sir.”
Sheila told Angel, “I have to stop by the herb store and then stop at the house to give Gran the herbs. Grandpa is hurting with this cold weather.”
“Is he all right?”
Sheila patted his arm. “Of course, it’s just his old bones. Besides, seeing the kids will perk him right up.”
Grandpa and Gran were as in love with the children as Sheila and Roberta. Angel watched the four go and felt blessed that his children were surrounded by so much love wherever they went. As he was lost in thought, Garcia moved behind him and said, “Your punishment begins now, Angel.”
Angel broke out in a grin and turned to see his husband’s eyes filled with lust. “I was very bad. What will you do with me, my love?”
Garcia chuckled darkly and grabbed the front of Angel’s shirt, yanking him in for a hot kiss, making Angel forget that it was December and bringing him straight into July. “Come with me you naughty boy.”
Angel would have followed him anywhere but watching Garcia’s ass through his faded, loose jeans as he led the way into their bedroom…nothing in the world could top that. Garcia, his baby, was going to take advantage of the time they had alone. It didn’t happen often so the time when they could be alone and do what lovers did together was precious and never, ever wasted.
Once they were in the room and the door was closed, Garcia’s smile was gone, and his breathing was speeding up to a steady pant. When he was like this, Angel couldn’t wait to touch him everywhere, feel his hot flesh and kiss every inch of his brown skin. “Let’s get you naked.”
Angel would never deny Garcia anything, but this command made him break out in chills. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Garcia’s eyes softened for a moment, then he smiled wickedly. “Sweet nicknames aren’t going to save you this time, Angel. This time, I’m going to torture you.”
Garcia’s form of torture was paradise for Angel, but he wouldn’t dare say that.
Angel got undressed while Garcia watched his every move, eyes taking in and appreciating the hard work Angel did on his body. Angel took his time, peeling his shirt off, sliding his pants down slowly, licking his lips and hiding the grin that was bursting to brighten his face.
He was hard, his body tingling with anticipation of making love with his husband. No matter how much they fucked, with Garcia it was always brand new. Never the same kisses, the same touch, always growing, different, new…it was wonderful to have a man like this, who wanted him, wanted all of him the good and the bad, the fears and courage.
Garcia stepped to him and ran his thumbs across both nipples, staring at Angel’s mouth like it was a delicious morsel. “I’m going to sit on top of you and stroke my cock in your face. Make you watch as I get harder and harder while you dream of being inside of me.”
“And then?”
The evil laugh fit his smoldering glare. “Then I’ll shoot cum all over your handsome face. Then I’ll go into the kitchen and start cooking for Christmas.”
It was Angel’s turn to laugh. “That’s not going to happen, Garcia. I will be inside of you before the hour is up.”
“You think so?”
Licking his lips again, Angel grabbed hold of Garcia’s silken hair and brought their mouths together, devouring his husband’s mouth in a kiss that could peel the paint from the walls. When they lips parted, Angel breathed, “Want you.”
Garcia licked Angel’s lips then kissed his chin with an open mouth, moving down his neck. “Want you, more.”
Angel knew Garcia wanted to tease him, wanted to take the upper hand, but he wanted to be in Garcia’s fine, tight ass so bad he couldn’t take it. “Gonna fuck you so hard.”
Garcia laughed and asked, “You never take instructions well, do you?”
Angel shook his head and purred, “Not when my man is so hot and wants me to fuck him as bad as I know you do, baby. Sweet Garcia, let me make you feel so good…”
Garcia was fully dressed, and Angel lifted his shirt, placing his hands on the warm flesh of his lover’s sides, moving their hips closer so he could grind against Garcia’s jean clad cock. Garcia moaned in need and frustration, irritation not far behind that he could never keep Angel at bay. They both found it hard to tease the other before their need for one another was so great. “I really hate you.”
“I know,” Angel chuckled as he nibbled Garcia’s neck in the spot a couple of inches before his ear where it made him the craziest, tonguing his skin as he bit. “I love you, though, and I want to show you how much right there in our bed.”
Angel’s hair was just a little shorter than Garcia’s, reaching the middle of his back, but it was a good handful for Garcia as he grabbed it much like Angel had just grabbed his and pulled him back. “Tough. You were a bad boy, Angel. You soft hearted, spoiler of children. Get on the bed and don’t argue.”
Angel shivered with the way that made his body ache and electrify. His baby was smaller than him in height and stature, but not a man alive could be so strong and fierce when he had to be…and when he wanted to be. Like a warrior, his eyes narrowed and his teeth shown in a menacing smile that meant Angel was going to have to beg forgiveness for his naughtiness.
Angel climbed on the bed quickly, flipping onto his back and watched Garcia slowly taking his T-shirt off, only breaking eye contact when the shirt was in front of his eyes. The pants were next, sliding down agonizingly slow, revealing inch by inch of his body, his sweet satin skin, his beautiful cock bouncing out was a taunt, a tease that almost broke Angel’s patience. “Garcia, come on, the kids will be home soon.”
He knew that was a lie and apparently, so did Garcia. “No, they won’t. Hours with their grandmothers, shopping, eating, visiting your grandparents…”
Damn it! Garcia climbed on the bed, moving like a cat, and his eyes didn’t help change that. They were narrowed, predatory, seeking out his naked prey to pounce and eat him alive. “Want you, Garcia, so bad! Baby, please!”
There was no way his beautiful lover was going to give in that easily. Garcia was stubborn, had always been, but since becoming a father, he could stick to his guns better than Angel ever could. Over him and straddling his hips, Garcia’s damp hair hung over his shoulders, darkening his face. The breathtaking man was Angel’s every dream, dirty dreams included.
Sitting up, he looked so tall, like he did on the back of one of his ponies. Proud, strong, beautiful, that was his Garcia and it made his cock jump in need of plunging inside of this fine man. “Please, let me fuck you. You know you want me to. You want me inside of you, opening you, filling you. Let me, babe, come on.”
Garcia took Angel’s cock in his hand and his own in the other, stroking them both in a leisurely way instead of gripping it tight like Angel knew he could. Garcia didn’t say a word, only staring in that way he had, piercing, driving into Angel and blossoming out into every part of him.
Garcia’s grip never tightened, his pace never quickened, both cocks growing harder, leaking precum onto Garcia’s hands. It was dirty, raunchy looking, and the feeling couldn’t be described. “Garcia, I want to fuck you.”
“I know, Angel. I know.”
Angel closed his eyes and growled out, frustration wracking him. His hands were gripping the bedspread, heels digging in while he felt the man’s stillness, unmoving, not giving in a bit. Fuck! This man had the patience Angel couldn’t understand! How could he take it? How could he stand not joining together, knowing how good it felt when they made love together?
“Garcia!”
Long minutes Garcia kept up the maddening pace and in that time, Angel grew more aroused until he could scream and cry with it. Garcia’s brand of torture was relentless, daunting and still it continued.
“If you want me so fucking bad, Angel, then I guess you’d batter take me.”
Angel’s eyes opened to Garcia’s stare, daring him to do exactly what they both wanted. Mesmerized, Angel didn’t think he could, he couldn’t move, God his husband was beautiful. “I love you, baby.”
“Yeah, prove it.”
A challenge thrown down, that was something Angel couldn’t cast off so in swift movements, he grabbed Garcia by the throat, sitting up at the same time, his other arm wrapping around his waist and Garcia was off Angel, moved down to the bed and Angel was over him, holding him down by the throat. “I’m going to fuck you now, going to make you crazy with how hard I’m shoving my cock in you, Garcia.”
Angel’s hand tightened, but Garcia’s stare never wavered. Still challenging.
Angel let go of him and moved between his legs, throwing them over his shoulders and reaching for the lube. He needed it; he was not going to go easy on this man. For the rest of the day, he wanted his husband to feel him, with every movement remember the fucking he’d gotten.
Slicked and his cock pulsing to be surrounded by Garcia’s tight heat, he set the crown at Garcia’s hole and licked his lips. “You look ready.”
“I’m always ready for you, Angel. Fuck me as hard as you can, then fuck me harder than that.”
Angel chuckled deep. “You don’t know what you’re asking, baby.”
Garcia grabbed Angel’s face and yelled, “Yeah I do!”
Angel pushed in, sliding fast until he was seated inside of his husband, glorying in the hiss that came from his smarmy throat. “Like that?”
Breathing hard, Garcia answered, “Thought you wanted to fuck, not pet me like a dog.”
Angel drew back and rammed inside of Garcia, getting the whimper he craved. “Better?”
“Pussy.”
Angel’s eyes widened and he sneered, “My baby is really asking for it.”
“My baby is all talk.”
Angel’s ego could only stand so much of the banter so he reared back and slammed in but this time didn’t stop to talk. He started the fastest, most driving fuck he’d given Garcia in a long time. The noises alone squeaking from his husband’s throat were enough to tell Angel that the cocky fucker was finally getting satisfied and that is, after all, what Angel lived for. Making the love of his life happy and giving him exactly what he wanted.
Garcia was bent in half while Angel’s hands rested on the bed, his hips like pistons, unstoppable. Garcia’s ass clenched around his cock, making the friction of the act heat quickly, the electric zings through his lower body driving him on, making him want Garcia to shoot his cum between them, soaking them both in it. It had been days since he’d been inside of his husband, and he was making up for it with each thrust.
“Fuuuuck! Angel! Angel fuck me!”
He was filling his husband’s ass, stretching him wide, watching the newly showered man sweating and feeling nails clawing his sides. Garcia’s face and neck were flushed dark, eyes rolling back. Angel slowed only long enough to aim for his prostate, hitting it perfectly and rolling his hips so he could do it over and over again. Garcia keened with passion, biting his own lips raw to keep from screaming more, becoming depraved looking…fucking lovely.
Angel pulled out and flipped Garcia over, yanking his hips up and pushing his cock back inside of Garcia’s abused hole, beating it inside of him, taking over this ass. He reached up and grabbed Garcia’s hair while holding his shoulder, using the leverage to fuck him harder still.
oooOooo
He’d asked for it and Angel had taken the dare like only Angel could, completing the task with incomparable relentlessness. Angel’s hips were like a machine, never faltering until he was ready to come and Angel could go long periods before that happened.
It was a devious plan, but now that his ass was on fire with the big cock pounding inside of him, he was glad he’d come up with it. He knew Angel would give in to their daughter just like he knew Carolina would ask for something she shouldn’t. They made a hell of a pair, one he adored, and Garcia shamelessly used Angel’s spoiling of their daughter to get exactly what he wanted the moment the kids left.
God, he loved Angel pulling his hair while they fucked. A thick handful of it yanked back, neck bent so it was hard to breath and impossible to swallow. Angel’s grunts on every inward push were animal, something Garcia heard long after the sex was through. Every grunt told Garcia that his husband wasn’t holding back, that he was giving him everything he had, like they both liked it. Loved it…needed it.
It felt so amazing! His ass was being assaulted, stretched with Angel’s beautiful big cock, and soon he would be filled with his spunk, and for the rest of the night he would feel that as well, inside of him, dripping out…the thought alone was enough to take him over the edge, but when Angel’s hand came down on his ass and he screamed at Garcia, “Fucking take it!” that was all Garcia needed to feel his orgasm start to rush him, starting in his stomach and flying through him, lighting his nerve ending until he could no longer hold back.
“Coming! Coming!” Garcia grunted this, unable to scream and his chest felt constricted from it, the scream it needed to release. Somehow Angel went faster driving it on in him and he bent his head back farther, his mouth open and eyes shut tight in as the climax took over his body like Angel had.
He shot under him, hitting his wrist and forearm, pounding his other fist down on the mattress. Angel chuckled with maniacal happiness as he kept going, not slowing a bit. Each skim of his cock across Garcia’s sensitive prostate zapped him with erotic overload until he felt the sweet heat of Angel’s cum filled him while Angel’s hips lost their steady pace. Angel was groaning so deep, so satiated, Garcia couldn’t help but smile.
Angel let go of his hair and his head dropped to the pillow as he gasped for breath. Angel pulled out of him and collapsed in a heap next to him and started laughing before he said, “You are still a manipulative prick.”
“And you love me for it.”
Angel gathered him in for a kissed, his upper lip sweaty making their lips slide. “I love you, damn I love you!”
They showered together, long, tender touches as they cleaned one another, languishing in their alone time, though Garcia knew that Angel was missing the kids as much as he was. Sweet kisses were shared until the water started to cool, and they helped each other dry off and dress, nothing hurried or rushed. Angel held him for a long time on the sofa, staring at the tree they’d decorated with the kids and caressing his arm. “I didn’t think anything could be like this.”
Always the one to say how blessed he was, Angel never let a moment pass without telling Garcia how utterly happy he was. “I did. I knew it would be like this with you and our family.”
Angel kissed his neck and said, “You knew we’d be a family one day.”
There were a few moments of doubt the years they were apart, but he’d never admit it. “Of course.”
When the kids and their moms came in, all the cheeks were cold and red, the excitement contagious. Little Raf ran to and pulled him down to whisper, “I bought Papa a good present. Will you help me wrap it?”
Garcia hugged Raf tight. “Yes, Raf, we’ll go in my room as soon as grandmas leave.”
Raf looked so proud, and he nodded fast, heading to Angel and pulling him down to tell another secret. Angel smiled at his husband before he told Raf, “After grandmas leave.”
Carolina was jumping up and down, holding out a picture to Garcia. “Daddy! Daddy! We took a picture with Santa!”
Garcia picked up his daughter and looked at the polaroid of his children sitting on Santa’s lap and both grinning like they had just won a ton of candy. It was priceless. “Wow! This is great! I have to buy a frame for it.”
“Yeah!”
She wriggled out of his arms as Roberta came over, huffing, “That little girl has enough energy for seven kids.” She laughed and handed him two bags of groceries. “Here are the rest of the things you need for dinner tomorrow.”
“Thanks, mom. Don’t forget to come early, huh?”
“We’ll all be here at ten, don’t ask Kevin to get up earlier than that!”
Garcia’s brother and sister and his sister’s family, Angel’s grandparents, Sheila and Roberta were all coming for Christmas dinner as well as Hoki, his wife and little son. “Then don’t blame me if the turkey is dry.”
Roberta slapped his arm and smiled. “You will do great.”
After wrestling the kids to bed, three stories each and two trips to the bathroom each, and putting out the Santa gifts, they fell into a satisfied and dreamy sleep in each other’s arms only to be woken before dawn. “Daddy? Daddy?”
Garcia opened one eye to his daughter’s mussed hair and excited eyes. “Yes, Carolina?”
“Santa came!”
He couldn’t resist teasing her. “It’s too early, go back to bed.”
He felt the bed move and heard his son talking to Angel, “Papa! Come on, Santa came!”
Garcia closed his eyes again and rolled in Angel’s arms. “Sleeping. Wake us up later.”
Angel’s eyes were opened in slivers and his lips were twitching, ready to grin.
“Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Carolina was stubborn. She was so their child! “Daddy can’t wait!”
Raf climbed off and walked around the bed, telling Carolina, “Let’s go back to bed. Don’t cry, either, let Daddy and Papa sleep.”
They left the room and Angel whispered, “We are so mean.”
“I’ll start the coffee; you get the kids?”
“Deal.”
They kissed quickly and got out of bed, Garcia feeling the aches from the previous day’s romp deep in him, making him smile. He went into the kitchen and started the coffee while he listened to the sound of two surprised and delighted children running out of their bedroom.
After he poured them both coffee, he headed in and saw the two babies anxiously staring under the tree, Raf pointing out which package he would open first and Carolina clapping her tiny hands. “Are we ready?”
He handed Angel his cup as Carolina yelled, “Ready!”
They watched the kids tearing into the presents and Raf handed them theirs from him. Each of them got a new Christmas ornament, Angel’s with a father and son playing in the snow painted on the glass ball and Garcia’s with a father and son fishing. That was one of his favorite things, to fish with his son. “This is wonderful.”
Raf smiled, so proud of his gift. “Do you really like it, Daddy?”
More than anything he’d ever gotten. “I really love it, son.”
oooOooo
Handing Garcia the gift was a lesson in nerves. When the clasp of his turquoise cross earring finally gave out, Garcia had given it to Angel to fix. That was a month before and fending off his husband’s questions about why it wasn’t finished yet hadn’t been easy.
Garcia was staring at him and asked, “This is a new oven timer, so I don’t burn the venison anymore, isn’t it?”
What an asshole. “No. You know I love your venison. Open the damn thing.”
“Papa!” Carolina scolded. “Not ‘sposed to say bad words!”
“Sorry, baby.”
Appeased, she went back to tearing the paper from her new doll and Garcia finally started to unwrap the gift Angel had been sweating over.
The box was handmade, with a little help from Grandpa, a wooden box with Garcia’s initials burned into the top. GBQ. “It’s beautiful, baby, my God.”
He wasn’t good with wood, but it had come out nicely. Grandpa had helped with attaching the tiny hinges but other than that had no hand in it besides telling him how to do it. “Now, open it.”
Garcia grinned and lifted the lid, gasping. The kids were torn from their own enjoyment at the sound and came to them, Raf climbing on Angel’s lap while Carolina crawled in the middle of them. “What is it, Daddy?”
Inside the box was a necklace, the old turquoise cross was in the center, and hanging with it were four delicate silver feathers, each with a different, tiny gem that were the four birthstones of the family. Angel wanted to do this for Garcia, the reason their family had come to be in the first place, the heart and soul of the family, now and always.
He watched Garcia pull the necklace out, handling it like it was extremely fragile. “Angel…”
“I know you loved it as an earring, but the necklace made no sense without it.”
Garcia’s cheeks reddened and his eyes filled with tears. Carolina rubbed her little hand over Garcia’s cheek as Angel waited for the verdict. “Angel, it’s perfect. It’s us.”
Angel held his son tight and kissed his daughter before leaning in to receive the kiss his husband offered. “None of this would have been without your beautiful heart. Merry Christmas, Garcia.”
“Merry Christmas, Angel.”
“Rafael! What in the name of all that is good have you done in here?” Angel looked around the kitchen and couldn’t believe his eyes. There was flour everywhere; red frosting down the refrigerator door and the sink was piled two foot high with dishes. “Garcia! Come and look what your son did!”
Garcia walked in with the six-year-old on his hip and Angel, after trying and failing to look stern, busted out in peals of laughter. Garcia’s long black hair was white with flour, as was his face except for the splotch of red frosting on his cheek. Rafael was in no better condition, his long hair was in tangles of dough, flour and there were even candy sprinkles mixed in. “We made Christmas cookies,” Garcia announced. “Want one?”
Angel calmed his laughter enough to ask, “Do I eat it from Little Raf’s head?”
Garcia was smirking hard and Little Raf was grinning from ear to ear. “Papa, Daddy and me made cookies!”
“I can see that,” Angel said, chuckling as he grabbed his son from his husband and kissed his chubby cheek. “You smell good, like…cookies!” Rafael may not be their biological son, but the boy had features of the both of them like Garcia’s cat eyes and Angel’s wide smile.
Little Raf giggled and squirmed, so Angel set him down and he ran to the hoard of plates on the kitchen table to grab one of the misshapen sugar cookies there. “I’m going to give one to Carolina!”
Garcia grabbed his son as he ran to the doorway. “Not right now, son. Your sister is taking her nap.”
As Little Raf contemplated this, he told his fathers, “We need to save her one.”
Angel looked over at the dozens of cookies. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“Go get ready for your shower,” Garcia told him and immediately was granted with a pout, Raf’s bottom lip sticking out exceedingly far.
“It’s not nighttime!”
Angel pinched Raf’s chin tenderly and turned up his face. “Don’t argue with Daddy. Go.”
Raf lowered his eyes and told Garcia, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Garcia’s eyes glistened as he looked at his son with such love. It was the most beautiful sight in the world, when his husband gazed at their children. It was impossible not to see all the wonder and gratitude he held for his family. “It’s okay. I’ll be in the bathroom in a couple of minutes then we’ll get you ready to go shopping with your grandmas and to see Santa.”
Raf had obviously forgotten about the shopping trip promised to him by Sheila and Roberta. His face lit up and he asked, “Do I still get to spend my ten dollars?”
He had money left from a birthday card from his biological mother who lived in San Diego. He planned to spend it on his fathers for Christmas. Angel patted his butt and said, “Of course, now go before they come and see you like this! They’ll think we tried to cook you with the cookies!”
Giggling all the way, Raf ran down the hall from the kitchen to get to the bathroom and the noise of it woke Carolina who called out, “Papa!”
“You’re being summoned,” Garcia said, chuckling as he started down the hall to help Raf with his shower. “You get her, and I’ll get him cleaned up, grab a shower and get this mess erased before our mothers get here and have a fit.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. When Carolina wanted anything, Angel was sure to bow to her wishes. The little girl was the apple of his eye, just like Raf was. In the room she currently shared with her big brother, she was rubbing her eyes with her little fists while waking from her nap. He watched her and felt like the world couldn’t be any better. “Papa!”
“I’m here, baby.” Angel walked quickly over to the bed and sat on the edge while she moved her fists and smiled up at him. “Did you have a good sleep?”
“Hungry.”
She was always hungry after her nap and knew Angel would let her have just about anything. Garcia, however, insisted on her having a nutritional snack in the middle of the afternoon. “Daddy and Raf made Christmas cookies. Would you like one?”
Eyes wide, she nodded and grinned up at him. “Two?”
She had quickly learned to count to ten and used it to her advantage. “One with milk. Then after dinner you may have another one.”
Like he hadn’t said a thing, she asked again, “Two?”
“Carolina! You drive Papa crazy, you know that?”
She nodded, unconcerned, and again asked, “Two?”
Those eyes looking into his, so trusting and so much wiser than her three years. He couldn’t say no to her for something so trivial as another cookie. “Okay, two, but you are going to get me into trouble with Daddy.”
She sat up and yawned and he hid his chuckle of the pure cuteness of it, her chubby cheeks not matching her petite frame and stature. “He won’t mad at you, he loves Papa.”
So sure, she was. So sure, he was as well. He pulled the blanket off her and helped her down so she could take off in a run to the kitchen. Raf came into the room, cleaned and ready to get dressed, the towel wrapped around him and his hair dripping on it. “Daddy said to dress warm.”
Angel helped Raf find a sweater and heavy jeans, getting a wink from his husband as Garcia passed in the hall. “Papa is going to be in trouble.”
Raf turned his narrowed cat eyes on Angel and asked, “What did you do?”
“I told Carolina she could have two cookies for her afternoon snack.”
Raf’s eyes got big as he shed his towel and started to dress. “You are gonna get in trouble! Daddy is going to be so mad!”
Angel chuckled and kissed his son’s cheek before he left the room, calling back to him, “Come save me in a minute, huh?”
Smart as ever, Raf yelled, “I don’t want in trouble with Daddy!”
Angel stopped in the doorway, watching Garcia pouring the milk into Carolina’s purple handled cup. Garcia saw him watching and told Carolina, “Papa is here.”
Looking smug, Carolina smiled to Angel. “Daddy said no two cookies! Tell him, Papa!”
Angel wanted to laugh, but with the glare he was already getting from Garcia, he chose not to. “What did Daddy say, Carolina?”
“He said one.”
“Then it should be one.”
Carolina was nonplussed. “No! You said two.”
Garcia ended the debate by placing two cookies on her plate and kissing the top of her head. “Papa is spoiling you.”
“Yeah,” she agreed as she started on her first cookie.
Garcia went to Angel and wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck. “You are in so much trouble.”
“I knew it!” Raf confirmed as he walked by and sat at the table, ready for his snack. “I’m ready for my one cookie, Daddy.” He looked so proud of himself for sticking to the rules, but in true Carolina form, she broke one of her cookies and gave half of it to Raf. He smiled at his sister and said, “Thanks, sissy.”
Garcia had watched the exchange and turned back to Angel, kissing him sweetly. “You’re still not out of trouble.”
Whispering, Angel asked, “You know I can’t say no.”
Grinning, Garcia said, “Sucker.”
“Yeah.”
After the kids were playing in the living room, Angel helped Garcia clean the kitchen then they went in to watch Raf help Carolina build a castle out of blocks. The door opened and Sheila stuck her head in, yelling, “Knock!”
“Come on in, Mom.”
Angel was up and across the room, kissing his mother’s cheek, then Roberta’s who was right behind her. “It’s getting cold! My babies better be dressed warm,” Roberta warned as the kids ran over to their grandmothers.
“Nana, Carolina built a castle!”
Roberta knelt down to take the hug Raf was offering, and Sheila kissed his cheek as she hugged her granddaughter. “She did? That’s good!”
Sheila agreed with Roberta, “Maybe she will grow up to build skyscrapers.”
“No way is my baby girl going to some city!” Angel was adamant, his children would stay on the rez or at the very least come back after college. Garcia didn’t agree with him, swearing that their children have every choice they want in where they lived their lives. To his credit, however, he let Angel think he was winning that fight most of the time. He understood how scared Angel was that his children would face the world outside like he had and get hurt.
Sheila rolled her eyes. “You got to see the world; it will be their turn one day.”
Roberta laughed and stayed out of it. “Where are their coats and hats? And their gloves. Maybe they should wear two pairs of socks.”
Garcia got the children’s coats out of the closet and knelt to help Raf get his on after handing Angel their daughter’s coat. Angel kissed Carolina’s forehead as he zipped her up and said, “You be a good girl for your grandmas.”
“I’m a good girl, Papa.” She moved past him and wrapped her arms around Garcia’s neck. “See you, Daddy.”
Garcia hugged her close. “See you, baby girl. Have fun and watch out for your brother.”
“I’m the big brother, I watch out for her, Daddy!” Raf was not having the roles reversed a bit on his watch and Garcia grinned and gave him a little salute.
“Yes, sir.”
Sheila told Angel, “I have to stop by the herb store and then stop at the house to give Gran the herbs. Grandpa is hurting with this cold weather.”
“Is he all right?”
Sheila patted his arm. “Of course, it’s just his old bones. Besides, seeing the kids will perk him right up.”
Grandpa and Gran were as in love with the children as Sheila and Roberta. Angel watched the four go and felt blessed that his children were surrounded by so much love wherever they went. As he was lost in thought, Garcia moved behind him and said, “Your punishment begins now, Angel.”
Angel broke out in a grin and turned to see his husband’s eyes filled with lust. “I was very bad. What will you do with me, my love?”
Garcia chuckled darkly and grabbed the front of Angel’s shirt, yanking him in for a hot kiss, making Angel forget that it was December and bringing him straight into July. “Come with me you naughty boy.”
Angel would have followed him anywhere but watching Garcia’s ass through his faded, loose jeans as he led the way into their bedroom…nothing in the world could top that. Garcia, his baby, was going to take advantage of the time they had alone. It didn’t happen often so the time when they could be alone and do what lovers did together was precious and never, ever wasted.
Once they were in the room and the door was closed, Garcia’s smile was gone, and his breathing was speeding up to a steady pant. When he was like this, Angel couldn’t wait to touch him everywhere, feel his hot flesh and kiss every inch of his brown skin. “Let’s get you naked.”
Angel would never deny Garcia anything, but this command made him break out in chills. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Garcia’s eyes softened for a moment, then he smiled wickedly. “Sweet nicknames aren’t going to save you this time, Angel. This time, I’m going to torture you.”
Garcia’s form of torture was paradise for Angel, but he wouldn’t dare say that.
Angel got undressed while Garcia watched his every move, eyes taking in and appreciating the hard work Angel did on his body. Angel took his time, peeling his shirt off, sliding his pants down slowly, licking his lips and hiding the grin that was bursting to brighten his face.
He was hard, his body tingling with anticipation of making love with his husband. No matter how much they fucked, with Garcia it was always brand new. Never the same kisses, the same touch, always growing, different, new…it was wonderful to have a man like this, who wanted him, wanted all of him the good and the bad, the fears and courage.
Garcia stepped to him and ran his thumbs across both nipples, staring at Angel’s mouth like it was a delicious morsel. “I’m going to sit on top of you and stroke my cock in your face. Make you watch as I get harder and harder while you dream of being inside of me.”
“And then?”
The evil laugh fit his smoldering glare. “Then I’ll shoot cum all over your handsome face. Then I’ll go into the kitchen and start cooking for Christmas.”
It was Angel’s turn to laugh. “That’s not going to happen, Garcia. I will be inside of you before the hour is up.”
“You think so?”
Licking his lips again, Angel grabbed hold of Garcia’s silken hair and brought their mouths together, devouring his husband’s mouth in a kiss that could peel the paint from the walls. When they lips parted, Angel breathed, “Want you.”
Garcia licked Angel’s lips then kissed his chin with an open mouth, moving down his neck. “Want you, more.”
Angel knew Garcia wanted to tease him, wanted to take the upper hand, but he wanted to be in Garcia’s fine, tight ass so bad he couldn’t take it. “Gonna fuck you so hard.”
Garcia laughed and asked, “You never take instructions well, do you?”
Angel shook his head and purred, “Not when my man is so hot and wants me to fuck him as bad as I know you do, baby. Sweet Garcia, let me make you feel so good…”
Garcia was fully dressed, and Angel lifted his shirt, placing his hands on the warm flesh of his lover’s sides, moving their hips closer so he could grind against Garcia’s jean clad cock. Garcia moaned in need and frustration, irritation not far behind that he could never keep Angel at bay. They both found it hard to tease the other before their need for one another was so great. “I really hate you.”
“I know,” Angel chuckled as he nibbled Garcia’s neck in the spot a couple of inches before his ear where it made him the craziest, tonguing his skin as he bit. “I love you, though, and I want to show you how much right there in our bed.”
Angel’s hair was just a little shorter than Garcia’s, reaching the middle of his back, but it was a good handful for Garcia as he grabbed it much like Angel had just grabbed his and pulled him back. “Tough. You were a bad boy, Angel. You soft hearted, spoiler of children. Get on the bed and don’t argue.”
Angel shivered with the way that made his body ache and electrify. His baby was smaller than him in height and stature, but not a man alive could be so strong and fierce when he had to be…and when he wanted to be. Like a warrior, his eyes narrowed and his teeth shown in a menacing smile that meant Angel was going to have to beg forgiveness for his naughtiness.
Angel climbed on the bed quickly, flipping onto his back and watched Garcia slowly taking his T-shirt off, only breaking eye contact when the shirt was in front of his eyes. The pants were next, sliding down agonizingly slow, revealing inch by inch of his body, his sweet satin skin, his beautiful cock bouncing out was a taunt, a tease that almost broke Angel’s patience. “Garcia, come on, the kids will be home soon.”
He knew that was a lie and apparently, so did Garcia. “No, they won’t. Hours with their grandmothers, shopping, eating, visiting your grandparents…”
Damn it! Garcia climbed on the bed, moving like a cat, and his eyes didn’t help change that. They were narrowed, predatory, seeking out his naked prey to pounce and eat him alive. “Want you, Garcia, so bad! Baby, please!”
There was no way his beautiful lover was going to give in that easily. Garcia was stubborn, had always been, but since becoming a father, he could stick to his guns better than Angel ever could. Over him and straddling his hips, Garcia’s damp hair hung over his shoulders, darkening his face. The breathtaking man was Angel’s every dream, dirty dreams included.
Sitting up, he looked so tall, like he did on the back of one of his ponies. Proud, strong, beautiful, that was his Garcia and it made his cock jump in need of plunging inside of this fine man. “Please, let me fuck you. You know you want me to. You want me inside of you, opening you, filling you. Let me, babe, come on.”
Garcia took Angel’s cock in his hand and his own in the other, stroking them both in a leisurely way instead of gripping it tight like Angel knew he could. Garcia didn’t say a word, only staring in that way he had, piercing, driving into Angel and blossoming out into every part of him.
Garcia’s grip never tightened, his pace never quickened, both cocks growing harder, leaking precum onto Garcia’s hands. It was dirty, raunchy looking, and the feeling couldn’t be described. “Garcia, I want to fuck you.”
“I know, Angel. I know.”
Angel closed his eyes and growled out, frustration wracking him. His hands were gripping the bedspread, heels digging in while he felt the man’s stillness, unmoving, not giving in a bit. Fuck! This man had the patience Angel couldn’t understand! How could he take it? How could he stand not joining together, knowing how good it felt when they made love together?
“Garcia!”
Long minutes Garcia kept up the maddening pace and in that time, Angel grew more aroused until he could scream and cry with it. Garcia’s brand of torture was relentless, daunting and still it continued.
“If you want me so fucking bad, Angel, then I guess you’d batter take me.”
Angel’s eyes opened to Garcia’s stare, daring him to do exactly what they both wanted. Mesmerized, Angel didn’t think he could, he couldn’t move, God his husband was beautiful. “I love you, baby.”
“Yeah, prove it.”
A challenge thrown down, that was something Angel couldn’t cast off so in swift movements, he grabbed Garcia by the throat, sitting up at the same time, his other arm wrapping around his waist and Garcia was off Angel, moved down to the bed and Angel was over him, holding him down by the throat. “I’m going to fuck you now, going to make you crazy with how hard I’m shoving my cock in you, Garcia.”
Angel’s hand tightened, but Garcia’s stare never wavered. Still challenging.
Angel let go of him and moved between his legs, throwing them over his shoulders and reaching for the lube. He needed it; he was not going to go easy on this man. For the rest of the day, he wanted his husband to feel him, with every movement remember the fucking he’d gotten.
Slicked and his cock pulsing to be surrounded by Garcia’s tight heat, he set the crown at Garcia’s hole and licked his lips. “You look ready.”
“I’m always ready for you, Angel. Fuck me as hard as you can, then fuck me harder than that.”
Angel chuckled deep. “You don’t know what you’re asking, baby.”
Garcia grabbed Angel’s face and yelled, “Yeah I do!”
Angel pushed in, sliding fast until he was seated inside of his husband, glorying in the hiss that came from his smarmy throat. “Like that?”
Breathing hard, Garcia answered, “Thought you wanted to fuck, not pet me like a dog.”
Angel drew back and rammed inside of Garcia, getting the whimper he craved. “Better?”
“Pussy.”
Angel’s eyes widened and he sneered, “My baby is really asking for it.”
“My baby is all talk.”
Angel’s ego could only stand so much of the banter so he reared back and slammed in but this time didn’t stop to talk. He started the fastest, most driving fuck he’d given Garcia in a long time. The noises alone squeaking from his husband’s throat were enough to tell Angel that the cocky fucker was finally getting satisfied and that is, after all, what Angel lived for. Making the love of his life happy and giving him exactly what he wanted.
Garcia was bent in half while Angel’s hands rested on the bed, his hips like pistons, unstoppable. Garcia’s ass clenched around his cock, making the friction of the act heat quickly, the electric zings through his lower body driving him on, making him want Garcia to shoot his cum between them, soaking them both in it. It had been days since he’d been inside of his husband, and he was making up for it with each thrust.
“Fuuuuck! Angel! Angel fuck me!”
He was filling his husband’s ass, stretching him wide, watching the newly showered man sweating and feeling nails clawing his sides. Garcia’s face and neck were flushed dark, eyes rolling back. Angel slowed only long enough to aim for his prostate, hitting it perfectly and rolling his hips so he could do it over and over again. Garcia keened with passion, biting his own lips raw to keep from screaming more, becoming depraved looking…fucking lovely.
Angel pulled out and flipped Garcia over, yanking his hips up and pushing his cock back inside of Garcia’s abused hole, beating it inside of him, taking over this ass. He reached up and grabbed Garcia’s hair while holding his shoulder, using the leverage to fuck him harder still.
oooOooo
He’d asked for it and Angel had taken the dare like only Angel could, completing the task with incomparable relentlessness. Angel’s hips were like a machine, never faltering until he was ready to come and Angel could go long periods before that happened.
It was a devious plan, but now that his ass was on fire with the big cock pounding inside of him, he was glad he’d come up with it. He knew Angel would give in to their daughter just like he knew Carolina would ask for something she shouldn’t. They made a hell of a pair, one he adored, and Garcia shamelessly used Angel’s spoiling of their daughter to get exactly what he wanted the moment the kids left.
God, he loved Angel pulling his hair while they fucked. A thick handful of it yanked back, neck bent so it was hard to breath and impossible to swallow. Angel’s grunts on every inward push were animal, something Garcia heard long after the sex was through. Every grunt told Garcia that his husband wasn’t holding back, that he was giving him everything he had, like they both liked it. Loved it…needed it.
It felt so amazing! His ass was being assaulted, stretched with Angel’s beautiful big cock, and soon he would be filled with his spunk, and for the rest of the night he would feel that as well, inside of him, dripping out…the thought alone was enough to take him over the edge, but when Angel’s hand came down on his ass and he screamed at Garcia, “Fucking take it!” that was all Garcia needed to feel his orgasm start to rush him, starting in his stomach and flying through him, lighting his nerve ending until he could no longer hold back.
“Coming! Coming!” Garcia grunted this, unable to scream and his chest felt constricted from it, the scream it needed to release. Somehow Angel went faster driving it on in him and he bent his head back farther, his mouth open and eyes shut tight in as the climax took over his body like Angel had.
He shot under him, hitting his wrist and forearm, pounding his other fist down on the mattress. Angel chuckled with maniacal happiness as he kept going, not slowing a bit. Each skim of his cock across Garcia’s sensitive prostate zapped him with erotic overload until he felt the sweet heat of Angel’s cum filled him while Angel’s hips lost their steady pace. Angel was groaning so deep, so satiated, Garcia couldn’t help but smile.
Angel let go of his hair and his head dropped to the pillow as he gasped for breath. Angel pulled out of him and collapsed in a heap next to him and started laughing before he said, “You are still a manipulative prick.”
“And you love me for it.”
Angel gathered him in for a kissed, his upper lip sweaty making their lips slide. “I love you, damn I love you!”
They showered together, long, tender touches as they cleaned one another, languishing in their alone time, though Garcia knew that Angel was missing the kids as much as he was. Sweet kisses were shared until the water started to cool, and they helped each other dry off and dress, nothing hurried or rushed. Angel held him for a long time on the sofa, staring at the tree they’d decorated with the kids and caressing his arm. “I didn’t think anything could be like this.”
Always the one to say how blessed he was, Angel never let a moment pass without telling Garcia how utterly happy he was. “I did. I knew it would be like this with you and our family.”
Angel kissed his neck and said, “You knew we’d be a family one day.”
There were a few moments of doubt the years they were apart, but he’d never admit it. “Of course.”
When the kids and their moms came in, all the cheeks were cold and red, the excitement contagious. Little Raf ran to and pulled him down to whisper, “I bought Papa a good present. Will you help me wrap it?”
Garcia hugged Raf tight. “Yes, Raf, we’ll go in my room as soon as grandmas leave.”
Raf looked so proud, and he nodded fast, heading to Angel and pulling him down to tell another secret. Angel smiled at his husband before he told Raf, “After grandmas leave.”
Carolina was jumping up and down, holding out a picture to Garcia. “Daddy! Daddy! We took a picture with Santa!”
Garcia picked up his daughter and looked at the polaroid of his children sitting on Santa’s lap and both grinning like they had just won a ton of candy. It was priceless. “Wow! This is great! I have to buy a frame for it.”
“Yeah!”
She wriggled out of his arms as Roberta came over, huffing, “That little girl has enough energy for seven kids.” She laughed and handed him two bags of groceries. “Here are the rest of the things you need for dinner tomorrow.”
“Thanks, mom. Don’t forget to come early, huh?”
“We’ll all be here at ten, don’t ask Kevin to get up earlier than that!”
Garcia’s brother and sister and his sister’s family, Angel’s grandparents, Sheila and Roberta were all coming for Christmas dinner as well as Hoki, his wife and little son. “Then don’t blame me if the turkey is dry.”
Roberta slapped his arm and smiled. “You will do great.”
After wrestling the kids to bed, three stories each and two trips to the bathroom each, and putting out the Santa gifts, they fell into a satisfied and dreamy sleep in each other’s arms only to be woken before dawn. “Daddy? Daddy?”
Garcia opened one eye to his daughter’s mussed hair and excited eyes. “Yes, Carolina?”
“Santa came!”
He couldn’t resist teasing her. “It’s too early, go back to bed.”
He felt the bed move and heard his son talking to Angel, “Papa! Come on, Santa came!”
Garcia closed his eyes again and rolled in Angel’s arms. “Sleeping. Wake us up later.”
Angel’s eyes were opened in slivers and his lips were twitching, ready to grin.
“Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Carolina was stubborn. She was so their child! “Daddy can’t wait!”
Raf climbed off and walked around the bed, telling Carolina, “Let’s go back to bed. Don’t cry, either, let Daddy and Papa sleep.”
They left the room and Angel whispered, “We are so mean.”
“I’ll start the coffee; you get the kids?”
“Deal.”
They kissed quickly and got out of bed, Garcia feeling the aches from the previous day’s romp deep in him, making him smile. He went into the kitchen and started the coffee while he listened to the sound of two surprised and delighted children running out of their bedroom.
After he poured them both coffee, he headed in and saw the two babies anxiously staring under the tree, Raf pointing out which package he would open first and Carolina clapping her tiny hands. “Are we ready?”
He handed Angel his cup as Carolina yelled, “Ready!”
They watched the kids tearing into the presents and Raf handed them theirs from him. Each of them got a new Christmas ornament, Angel’s with a father and son playing in the snow painted on the glass ball and Garcia’s with a father and son fishing. That was one of his favorite things, to fish with his son. “This is wonderful.”
Raf smiled, so proud of his gift. “Do you really like it, Daddy?”
More than anything he’d ever gotten. “I really love it, son.”
oooOooo
Handing Garcia the gift was a lesson in nerves. When the clasp of his turquoise cross earring finally gave out, Garcia had given it to Angel to fix. That was a month before and fending off his husband’s questions about why it wasn’t finished yet hadn’t been easy.
Garcia was staring at him and asked, “This is a new oven timer, so I don’t burn the venison anymore, isn’t it?”
What an asshole. “No. You know I love your venison. Open the damn thing.”
“Papa!” Carolina scolded. “Not ‘sposed to say bad words!”
“Sorry, baby.”
Appeased, she went back to tearing the paper from her new doll and Garcia finally started to unwrap the gift Angel had been sweating over.
The box was handmade, with a little help from Grandpa, a wooden box with Garcia’s initials burned into the top. GBQ. “It’s beautiful, baby, my God.”
He wasn’t good with wood, but it had come out nicely. Grandpa had helped with attaching the tiny hinges but other than that had no hand in it besides telling him how to do it. “Now, open it.”
Garcia grinned and lifted the lid, gasping. The kids were torn from their own enjoyment at the sound and came to them, Raf climbing on Angel’s lap while Carolina crawled in the middle of them. “What is it, Daddy?”
Inside the box was a necklace, the old turquoise cross was in the center, and hanging with it were four delicate silver feathers, each with a different, tiny gem that were the four birthstones of the family. Angel wanted to do this for Garcia, the reason their family had come to be in the first place, the heart and soul of the family, now and always.
He watched Garcia pull the necklace out, handling it like it was extremely fragile. “Angel…”
“I know you loved it as an earring, but the necklace made no sense without it.”
Garcia’s cheeks reddened and his eyes filled with tears. Carolina rubbed her little hand over Garcia’s cheek as Angel waited for the verdict. “Angel, it’s perfect. It’s us.”
Angel held his son tight and kissed his daughter before leaning in to receive the kiss his husband offered. “None of this would have been without your beautiful heart. Merry Christmas, Garcia.”
“Merry Christmas, Angel.”