Christmas Story con’t Part V
Here is par V of my Christmas tale. Next week, I shall close it out and shortly after, there will be a free dowload available at SLPP press for anyone interested.
Part One: Santa’s New Line: http://dontkickmycane.livejournal.com/146309.html
And today: Part V:
“How I work,” Cody mumbled to himself as he dug in his clothes closet for a pair of shorts or sleep pants for his guest. He’d left Kriss in the bathroom with a new toothbrush and toothpaste, and a look of surprise on his face.
“It almost tastes like candy canes!” Kriss had exclaimed.
“Not a Christmas elf, huh?” had been Cody’s retort, which had earned him first an annoyed look, then a kiss as Kriss pinned him against the bathroom door, that had curled his toes and melted some of his insistence over Kriss’s perceived innocence.
“How I work.” He shoved a few t-shirts aside. “I don’t even know how I work.”
“Then we can figure it out together.” Kriss’ voice made Cody jump.
“I thought you were in the bathroom.” He hadn’t heard the elf enter the room, let alone walk up right behind him.
“I’m not and elf” Kriss whispered, his head next to Cody’s his lips brushing lightly against the corner of his jaw.
“Then what are you?” Cody asked, letting his eyes drift closed and his attention follow the path of Kriss’ lips.
“Horny.” Kriss pressed his groid against Cody’s ass, the curve of their bodies fitting perfectly together and the hard ridge of Kriss’s cock indented the soft flesh of Cody’s ass.
“Jesus,” Cody whispered. He tilted his head, fast losing his battle with his good sense.
“Oh, most definitely not.” Kriss’ fingers were brushing lightly through the hair at the nape of Cody’s neck and his other hand he’d worked downward until his fingers hooked into the waistband of Cody’s jeans.
“I can only say stop so many times, Kriss.” Cody practically pleaded with his elf, but at the same time, he sank back into the perfect contours of Kriss’ body, the encompassing warmth
of his embrace.
“I certainly hope you’re nearing your limit, then.” Kriss kissed more fervently along Cody’s neck, playing his tongue along the curves and nipping with his teeth, light, enticing nibbles that had Cody shivering and melding himself against his partner, seeking more.
He was long past his limit and he knew it.
“This is why I’m here, Kriss assured him. You aren’t taking anything I’m not freely offering. I know what I’m doing, I promise.”
The unexpected image of Kriss’s face hovering over him as he lay on his back brought a throaty moan from Cody.
The elf’s arms tightened around him. “I like that picture.” He turned Cody around, cupped his face in both hands and Cody was lost, looking up at him, gazing into the blue of his eyes. “You want to know what I see?”
The image flooded Cody’s mind again, only this time, the strength of Kriss’ desire came with it, and Cody’s breath caught, deserted him. He swallowed hard, unable to escape the grip of Kriss’ gaze.
“I don’t normally…”
“Sleep with strangers.” Kriss drew him into a tender kiss. “I know. A very good policy when the prospective partner will be gone in the morning.”
“Tomorrow’s Christmas Day. How do I know you’re not just a sugar plum dream. Maybe you’ll vanish.”
“No vanishing. Promise.” His next kiss was not tender, but deep, equal parts promise and need.
That need finally broke Cody. He couldn’t ignore the want in Kriss’s touch and once he opened up, every brush of those gentle fingers set another patch of skin on fire. He backed toward the bed, drawing Kriss with him, and in no time, they were both naked, Cody on his back, the image in his head come to life.
“If you’re not an elf with frightening powers, then how did you just show me the future.”
Kriss grinned. “That wasn’t the future. That was inevitable.”
“Huh.” Cody sighed as Kriss moved against him, their cocks gliding together, just the right amount of friction to scramble Cody’s thoughts.
“Don’t think,” Kriss encouraged, adding light kisses along Cody’s collar bone to his movement. “Just feel it.” His lips travelled lower, his tongue came out, licking a path down Cody’s chest, tracing a circle around one nipple, then the other.
Cody moaned, ground his hips up, arched his back, free floating in the sea of pleasure. His orgasm crashed through him, unexpected, way too soon, and mind-numbing. Kriss’ laughter was like the far off sound of Christmas bells, his soft, encouraging voice wrapping around the jagged edges of Cody’s forceful release and softening his fall back into reality.
Cody blinked up at him. “Uh.”
Kriss grinned, his hips still moving, his arms holding him up so only their hips connected. “I hope that’s a good, uh.”
Cody nodded. He reached between them, wrapped his hand around Kriss and watched his face closely as he began to stroke him.
Kriss’s eyes fluttered closed, pale lashes brushing cheeks turned a delicate pink. His lips parted, his breath huffing out in tiny puffs, and his nostrils flared. A soft sound escaped and every delicate line of his face seemed to shimmer.
Cody watched the transition from confident lover to sweet receptiveness transform Kriss’s face. The elf’s hips rocked more fervently and Cody tightened his grip, slipped his thumb over the tip of Kriss’s cock and watched his lips part in a soft gasp. His body went rigid. His eyes flew open as Cody felt the warmth of his cum spurt over his fingers, and there were stars and lights there, and wonder like Cody couldn’t remember feeling since he was a kid.
A sharp stab of panic sliced through Cody, but Kriss smiled a dreamy smile and shook his head. The panic was dispelled in an instant.
“That’s never felt so good before.” Kriss leaned down, kissed Cody and rolled off him to lie on his side. “Don’t worry. I have done it before. Just not with anyone so…” his fingers drifted over Cody’s face.
“So what?” Cody asked when Kriss didn’t finish the thought.
Kriss curled closer, draped an arm over Cody’s chest and a second later, the barely discernible sound of snoring reached him.
Cody smiled. “I bet he’ll insist he doesn’t snore, either.”