Silent Night (2 page)

“Fucking hell, Jonah,” Max said, the muscles in his legs tensing. “It’s incredible.”

Jonah’s lips curved into a sensual smile, and Max watched as his cock disappeared into Jonah’s warm mouth again. His hand tightened in Jonah’s hair, and his eyes slipped closed as he gave himself up to the heavenly feeling. Using both mouth and tongue, Jonah stimulated him slowly, sending the waves of pleasure through him.

“Can’t last much longer, Jonah,” Max said at last, his voice a broken wail.

“I’ll take it all, Max,” Jonah said, the tip of Max’s cock still in his mouth, “Swallow everything you give me.”

Max groaned, Jonah’s words triggering an exquisite release. Unable to hold back, his hips jerked up toward Jonah’s mouth, and his groan as he shot down his throat sent tingling sensations coursing through him. “Fuck,” he murmured at last.

Jonah continued to squeeze the base of Max’s cock gently, milking the last of his release from him, his mouth still closed tightly around the tip. Finally, Max regained himself enough to pull Jonah up from the floor and into his lap. He kissed him deeply, shivering, as he tasted his release inside the younger man’s mouth.

Jonah snuggled contentedly in Max’s arms, one hand curled tightly in his lap, the other caressing the back of Max’s neck. They sat in silence for several moments until at last, Max shifted Jonah back a little, his hand teasing against the exposed part of Jonah’s belly.

“My turn,” he said softly.

“Mmm,” Jonah moaned. “No, Max, that’s not how it works. Nobody takes turns with me, I give, you take, end of story.”

“Jonah,” Max said a little sternly. “The boys may treat you like a whore, but that don’t mean I would.”

Jonah looked up at him, his lip caught between his teeth, his face a mask of longing. With a stifled growl, Max tipped Jonah off his lap and settled him back on the couch. Carefully, he unbuttoned Jonah’s jeans and slid them down. He smiled; purple silk boxers seemed appropriate for Jonah. As he eased them down, he couldn’t help but groan a little in anticipation. Jonah’s cock was long and hard, glistening at the tip as it lay against his belly. Max reached down, cupping Jonah’s smooth balls in his hand as he bent down and kissed his lips again.

“Oh Max,” Jonah said softly, tears springing to his eyes again at the unaccustomed tender care.

“Hush, son,” Max admonished, sliding lower, spreading Jonah’s legs wide. He hooked one up over the back of the couch and pushed the other one up and out of his way. With one long lick, he ran his tongue up Jonah’s length, sucking the drops of pre-cum from the tip.

Jonah continued to moan as Max’s mouth closed over him. He raised his arms over his head and gave up to the heady sensation of Max’s lips and tongue. “It’s good, Max.”

Max pulled up and sat back to gaze upon Jonah’s body. He laid his hand on Jonah’s knee and murmured, “I want more than this, Jonah.”

Eyelids fluttering, Jonah opened vibrant green eyes and shuddered involuntarily at the intensity that passed between them. “Take what you want, Max, whatever you want.”

Max backed from the couch and stood. He stepped out of his pants and toed his shoes off. “Don’t move,” he said.

“I ain’t going nowhere,” Jonah said softly, and he reached down to stroke his own cock lazily.

In two steps Max was across the room to double-check the door, and then he dug in the outer pocket of his carry-on and unearthed a small bottle of lube.

“Were you hoping to get lucky?” Jonah drawled softly when Max returned.

“Nah,” Max said, tucking the bottle into Jonah’s hand, “just makes it easier to, you know, daydream when I’m by myself.” He winked and resumed his seat on the couch. He reached for his glass and took another drink of the now watery vodka tonic.

Jonah bowed up and barely stifled the howl when Max closed icy lips over his length again. He slid all the way down, braced his hand around the base and pulled up, this time flicking his tongue over the tip. “Damn, son, you taste good.”

A wordless moan was all Jonah could muster in response. It had been a long time since he’d gotten more than a rough hand job in return for a blowjob, and Max’s words sent him spiraling into an alien world.

Max pressed gentle fingers down between the halves of Jonah’s ass and caressed gently over his fluttering hole. He ran his tongue around the tip of Jonah’s cock and then slid down again, scraping with his teeth as he rose up. Jonah held the lube tightly; warming it in his palm, Max gently pried it free and poured a stream into his hand. He slicked his fingers and slid them back again; this time he pushed one long finger inside Jonah and slid his other hand up under the edge of Jonah’s shirt. He found and pinched his nipple as he sank his finger all the way in and swept his thumb over Jonah’s balls.

Jonah clutched the back of the couch, his body tense for just a moment, and then he relaxed, opened his eyes a crack and watched. He moaned again as Max eased his finger free and then slid two inside, this time Max twisted them against the tight ring of muscles.

Rucking Jonah’s shirt up higher Max bent closer and pressed his tongue flat against an exposed nipple. As he twisted his fingers inside Jonah’s passage, Max teased at the nipple with lips, tongue, and teeth.

Now that their positions shifted, Jonah unclenched his hand from the back of the couch and reached down to take Max’s cock into his hand, stroking and teasing him to erection again.

“Damn, you’re hot, Jonah,” Max whispered against Jonah’s chest.

“You’re hot, too, Max,” Jonah mewled. “I haven’t felt this way since—”

“Shhh,” Max murmured as he transferred his attention to Jonah’s other nipple. “You’ll feel it again…” and he bit down on Jonah’s nipple and then immediately soothed it with his tongue.

The couch was narrow, but they settled into a rhythm, Jonah’s leg up over Max’s shoulder, Max’s foot braced against the floor. When Max eased up to find Jonah’s lips again, he pressed three fingers inside and held. Jonah gripped Max’s cock tightly and feathered his thumb over the tip.

“I want you, Max,” Jonah whispered against Max’s opened mouth.

Max growled and reached for the lube again, but Jonah writhed up against him. “Now, I’m ready for you now.” Most of the time his partners were rough with him; this gentleness was something he liked, even though he wasn’t used to it.

“Easy,” Max crooned. He pulled back and met Jonah’s eyes. He caressed Jonah’s cheek, and then as Jonah released him, he guided himself, pushed against Jonah’s hole, and for a moment just held his eyes.

Jonah opened his mouth, and as Max began to slide inside, he arched his neck. “Oh fuck, that’s good, Max.”

Twisting their bodies and keeping himself lodged in Jonah’s passage, Max changed positions until he sat on the couch with Jonah facing him on his lap. With feverish fingers Jonah unbuttoned Max’s shirt and then swept his fingers over his chest. Max tucked his hands under Jonah’s shirt again and pushed it up over his head. They bent their heads close together.

“So tight, Jonah, feels so good.”

Jonah reached down to steady the base of his cock, and then he bent forward and claimed Max’s mouth for a kiss. “Fuck me,” he whispered.

Max clamped his hands on Jonah’s hips, pushing him up and letting him settle back down. He reached up to clamp his hand around Jonah’s cock and stroked as Jonah bounced up and down, and then he growled in frustration. “Not enough.”

Twisting again, he pulled out and turned Jonah to kneel on the couch. He pushed in from behind, clamped his hands tightly on Jonah’s hips and began to rock against him. “Yes, fuck, yes….”

Jonah buried his cheek against the sofa cushion and gripped his own cock. He pushed back against each thrust and stroked himself, heard Max’s breathing hitch as he neared release. He felt Max’s body shudder, heard his growl of release, and let go, driven to orgasm just by the feel of Max’s shaft hitting against his spot. He reached up and dug his nails into the arm of the couch as the colorful lights of the most intense release he’d felt in years racked his body. He was only vaguely aware of Max pulling out.

Max collected the pillows from the back of the couch and tossed them to the floor. In a basket on the floor beside the couch was a stack of airplane blankets. Gently he eased Jonah against the back of the couch, then curled his own body down in front of him, and covered them both with a blanket. Face to face, their foreheads touched.

“That was….” Jonah’s voice trailed off, and he reached down to brush the backs of his fingers against Max’s crotch.

“Shhh.” Max eased forward to brush his lips over Jonah’s. “It’s too bad we missed Christmas Eve at home, but….”

“It’s the best Christmas—” Jonah broke off, afraid to say too much, to seem too needy.

“I heard you, Jonah,” Max said, “when you said you haven’t felt this way since, and I completed what you stopped yourself from saying. It’s a damn shame you don’t have anyone to make you feel like this, because you sure deserve it.”

Jonah curled closer, too overcome to respond.

“Truth be told, this was a hell of a lot better than I’d have gotten at home.” Max reached down to press a finger against Jonah’s lips, stopping him from responding. “Change can be good for a body sometimes. Ever hear that old saying about making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear?”

Jonah nodded and looped his arm up over Max’s back.

“Well, I wouldn’t have thought of you as a sow’s purse, but you’re smoother than silk, that’s for sure.”

“Damnit, Max, gruff old man like you, where’d you learn such flowery language?”

“Watch your mouth, son,” Max said with mock severity, “I ain’t no more than six or seven years older than you. Hush up now and get some shut eye.”

Jonah snuggled closer and whispered against Max’s chest. “Merry Christmas, old man.”

Max grunted, “Same to you, young whippersnapper.”

*  *  *

Jonah
woke first the next morning, stiff and cold on the uncomfortable couch. He eased up and looked toward the window; it was frosted over. He sighed and settled back down, wiggling in closer against Max’s warmth.

Max stirred, shifted, and pulled Jonah up on top of him before opening his eyes.

“Mornin’,” he rumbled.

“It’s Christmas.” Jonah’s voice was hoarse.

“Looks like I was a good boy,” Max said, “Santa brought me a gift.”

Jonah smiled and snuggled down against Max’s warm body. “It’s cold.”

“Mmm, wonder if it’s still snowing out there,” Max said as he looped his arms up around Jonah’s body.

“Probably,” Jonah said, “but I ain’t getting up to go check.”

“I kind of hope it is,” Max murmured. “Still snowing.”

“Yeah, but if it is, then you won’t get home to Seth for Christmas,” Jonah said softly.

“Mmm,” Max said as he closed his eyes, “Somehow I don’t think he’d mind all that much.”

Jonah propped himself up on his elbow traced a finger over Max’s face. “You know, I said I had good hearing, there was something else you said last night, about how you wished he missed you too sometimes.”

“Jesus, son,” Max said. “Can’t I have any secrets?”

“You got lots of secrets, I’m sure,” Jonah whispered.

Max eased back; his head propped against the arm of the couch so that he could meet Jonah’s eyes. He trailed a hand up his back, “When you said you hadn’t felt that way since, I think you didn’t go on because you don’t remember the last time someone treated you like that.”

Jonah tipped his head down, looked away from Max’s intense gaze, “Like what, Max?”

“You know what I mean. It’s been a long time since someone made love to you instead of just fucked you.”

A shiver chased down Jonah’s spine, and he pressed his lips against Max’s chest. “You make me greedy, Max. It’s fuck all early in the morning, I bet we have time for another round.”

“No,” Max said, he slid his hand down to cup Jonah’s ass. “Next round is you and me in bed, and I make love to you the way you really deserve. With candles, music, and rose petals.”

Jonah drew in his breath, and another shiver chased down his spine.

“You’re cold, Jonah,” Max whispered. “Get up and get dressed.”

“No,” Jonah said a little more forcefully than he meant to. “I’m not cold.” He pushed up again. “Did you mean it?”

“I ain’t in the habit of lying, Jonah Bratton,” Max said. “Now get up so I can go and change my flight.”

“What?”

“I’m flying to Raleigh with you so you can have a proper Christmas, and no arguments.”

Jonah’s eyes grew round and he said, “For real?”

“Yes, for real,” Max said with a hint of irritation, “I just said I ain’t no liar.”

“What if I don’t want you to come?” Jonah said.

“Anyone ever told you that you’re a brat?” Max asked. He shifted so that Jonah lay facing him again, and he reached down to close his hand around Jonah’s stirring erection. “This right here proves you want me.” He tightened his grip. “And I sure as hell want you too.”

Jonah slid his hand down and closed it around Max’s hard length. He leaned up and kissed him, and the kiss turned hard and insistent as they gripped one another tighter.

“Fuck,” Max said breathlessly when the kiss broke, “I have to have you, airline be damned.”

Jonah rose up, tossed the blanket aside and reached for the bottle of lube. “If they come in, they’ll get a show they won’t never forget.” He straddled over Max’s body and poured a stream of lube down over Max’s cock.

“Christ, that’s cold.” Max groaned as he reached up to clamp his hands over Jonah’s hips.

“I’ll warm you up right now,” Jonah said, and he pushed himself up awkwardly, reached down to spread himself open and lowered himself down on Max’s erection. He threw his head back, long hair skimmed over his back, and he opened his mouth in a prolonged wail.

Max raised his knees and eased them up against Jonah’s back. He reached up to close his hand over Jonah’s erection and whispered, “Hot, like fire.”

Jonah splayed his hands out over Max’s chest and began to raise and lower himself, his face a mask of pure abandon. Max stroked in counter rhythm and bucked up against each of Jonah’s downward thrusts.