hole wrapping around the tip of Drake's prick. Dee's mouth opened but no sound came out as he slowly filled Scott up. Oh, hell yes. Scott moaned, shuddering with the pure pleasure of it.
"You... I..." Dee shook his head and started to move, slowly pulling out and then shoving back in with a cry and a jerk.
"Uh-huh. Again." Again. He needed. Wanted. Loved. Fuck.
Dee nodded, and thrust again, then once more, each movement more graceful, more sure than the last until Dee found his rhythm, hips pushing and snapping, fingers holding on tight, Dee's cock going nice and deep. He kept encouraging, begging, letting Dee know how much he liked it, needed it.
"Oh God, Scott." Dee's face was pure pleasure, eyes so wide as one thrust followed another.
"Yeah. Yeah, honey. More." He was gonna fucking lose it.
"More?" Dee shifted to one arm, hand wrapping around Scott's cock and jacking him. "Like this?"
"Uh. Uh. Uh-huh. Fuck! " He just lost it, humping and grunting and letting himself take all he needed.
"Scott. Oh, fuck, Scott. Scott." Dee went wild, and their bodies slapped together noisily. "Oh, God, I'm... Scott!"
No, turkey, you're Dee. I'm Scott. He'd've said it aloud, if he had a single breath.
Dee jerked into him, coming hard.
His own orgasm came about ten seconds later, his eyes rolling back in his head, fingers dragging Dee closer.
Dee collapsed down onto him, skin damp, breath panting hotly against his neck. "Wow, that was... Wow."
"Uh-huh." He kissed Dee's temple, humming softly.
Dee chuckled and wriggled, cock sliding inside him. That had Dee groaning. "Oh man."
"Mmhmm. Do that again." He squeezed, let Drake feel it.
It earned him a jerk, Dee's cock moving inside him again. "Oh, Christ, I feel like a kid on Christmas morning," Dee told him, tongue sliding over his neck.
"Close enough." They still had three days 'til Christmas.
Dee laughed out loud, the sound bright and good.
"Mmm. Love that sound." He did. Loved the sound. The man.
"Yeah? I've laughed a lot since coming here." He could feel Dee grinning against his neck. "Which either means I never used to laugh enough or you're one hell of a funny guy."
"Maybe both. In fact, both sounds like a great answer."
Dee nodded. "Yeah, it does."
They lay together like that for a while, Dee sighing as his softening cock slid away.
"Love you, honey." The words slipped out before he even thought.
Drake went stiff, and then relaxed against him with another soft sigh, body pushing close. "Thank you." A soft kiss was pressed to his skin. "Thank you."
He stroked Drake's back, relaxing into the mattress, melting. Oh, man. Good.
"So I guess that means you don't mind if I horn in on your holidays."
"No. I don't mind at all." Hell, he'd been sort of hoping.
"Cool." He could feel Dee's smile against his skin and the man pushed even closer, like Drake was trying to melt right into him. "Looks like it's shaping up to be a good one."
Scott just nodded. Yeah, it just might be at that.
Chapter 3
Drake had spent the last God only knew how many Christmases in hotel rooms, in the middle of appearances, tours, and whatnot. Hell, the last few the only reason he'd known it was Christmas at all was because everything was closed.
This year was different.
This year he didn't have to hide who he was or spend the day alone. There was a tree in the living room, some simply amazing smells coming from the kitchen, and he was at the piano singing carols for the man who loved him.
Shit, he didn't think he could have come up with a better Christmas present if he'd sent it off in a letter to Santa.
Chuckling, he played the first few bars of "Joy to the World" and then began to belt it out.
He could hear Scotty, singing along, just as out-of-tune and happy as could be. He went through a few more and then stopped in favor of sipping on the eggnog Scotty'd left sitting on a coaster on top of the piano.
Oh, it was spiked. Perfect.
Getting up, he wandered into the kitchen, the good
"You... I..." Dee shook his head and started to move, slowly pulling out and then shoving back in with a cry and a jerk.
"Uh-huh. Again." Again. He needed. Wanted. Loved. Fuck.
Dee nodded, and thrust again, then once more, each movement more graceful, more sure than the last until Dee found his rhythm, hips pushing and snapping, fingers holding on tight, Dee's cock going nice and deep. He kept encouraging, begging, letting Dee know how much he liked it, needed it.
"Oh God, Scott." Dee's face was pure pleasure, eyes so wide as one thrust followed another.
"Yeah. Yeah, honey. More." He was gonna fucking lose it.
"More?" Dee shifted to one arm, hand wrapping around Scott's cock and jacking him. "Like this?"
"Uh. Uh. Uh-huh. Fuck! " He just lost it, humping and grunting and letting himself take all he needed.
"Scott. Oh, fuck, Scott. Scott." Dee went wild, and their bodies slapped together noisily. "Oh, God, I'm... Scott!"
No, turkey, you're Dee. I'm Scott. He'd've said it aloud, if he had a single breath.
Dee jerked into him, coming hard.
His own orgasm came about ten seconds later, his eyes rolling back in his head, fingers dragging Dee closer.
Dee collapsed down onto him, skin damp, breath panting hotly against his neck. "Wow, that was... Wow."
"Uh-huh." He kissed Dee's temple, humming softly.
Dee chuckled and wriggled, cock sliding inside him. That had Dee groaning. "Oh man."
"Mmhmm. Do that again." He squeezed, let Drake feel it.
It earned him a jerk, Dee's cock moving inside him again. "Oh, Christ, I feel like a kid on Christmas morning," Dee told him, tongue sliding over his neck.
"Close enough." They still had three days 'til Christmas.
Dee laughed out loud, the sound bright and good.
"Mmm. Love that sound." He did. Loved the sound. The man.
"Yeah? I've laughed a lot since coming here." He could feel Dee grinning against his neck. "Which either means I never used to laugh enough or you're one hell of a funny guy."
"Maybe both. In fact, both sounds like a great answer."
Dee nodded. "Yeah, it does."
They lay together like that for a while, Dee sighing as his softening cock slid away.
"Love you, honey." The words slipped out before he even thought.
Drake went stiff, and then relaxed against him with another soft sigh, body pushing close. "Thank you." A soft kiss was pressed to his skin. "Thank you."
He stroked Drake's back, relaxing into the mattress, melting. Oh, man. Good.
"So I guess that means you don't mind if I horn in on your holidays."
"No. I don't mind at all." Hell, he'd been sort of hoping.
"Cool." He could feel Dee's smile against his skin and the man pushed even closer, like Drake was trying to melt right into him. "Looks like it's shaping up to be a good one."
Scott just nodded. Yeah, it just might be at that.
Chapter 3
Drake had spent the last God only knew how many Christmases in hotel rooms, in the middle of appearances, tours, and whatnot. Hell, the last few the only reason he'd known it was Christmas at all was because everything was closed.
This year was different.
This year he didn't have to hide who he was or spend the day alone. There was a tree in the living room, some simply amazing smells coming from the kitchen, and he was at the piano singing carols for the man who loved him.
Shit, he didn't think he could have come up with a better Christmas present if he'd sent it off in a letter to Santa.
Chuckling, he played the first few bars of "Joy to the World" and then began to belt it out.
He could hear Scotty, singing along, just as out-of-tune and happy as could be. He went through a few more and then stopped in favor of sipping on the eggnog Scotty'd left sitting on a coaster on top of the piano.
Oh, it was spiked. Perfect.
Getting up, he wandered into the kitchen, the good
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