Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (34 page)

“I think so,” Eli hedged. “You want to be my dominant.”

“Yes, does that make you uncomfortable?” Blake ran the pad of his thumb over Eli’s bottom lip.

“No, I’ve just never been in that kind of relationship before. I’ve always wondered what it would be like though. Mostly, I’ve been curious as how it would be with
you.
”

Blake knew then for sure that there’d be no turning back. Now that Eli had agreed to his rules, Blake was powerless to stop things from progressing. Fuck, who was he kidding? He’d been powerless from the day Eli had come in for an interview. All Blake had to do was take one look at those sweet, innocent baby blue eyes and he’d been a goner. “If you ever want to discontinue what we’re doing or if you need a break, just say
stop
. Nod, if you understand.”

Eli nodded, a small whimper coming from him.

Blake allowed his gaze to fall to the man’s fly. Even through the material of his dress pants, the bulge of his erection stood quite evident. Oh yeah, Eli would be perfect at this.

Blake moved around so he could lean across his desk. Crossing his arms over his chest, he issued his next order, “Strip off your clothes, then come over and kneel at my feet.”

Another whimper escaped past Eli’s tightly pressed lips before he began to obey, his movements slightly jerky. Each article that dropped away to reveal a new piece of naked flesh amped Blake’s arousal more.

Once he had all his clothes off and every inch of Eli’s tight body was displayed, the sexual tension felt nearly palpable. A slight blush covered Eli’s skin as he ducked his head in a self-conscious gesture.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Blake said, knowing the man needed some praise.

Eli lifted his head, his eyes rounded in shock. “No, I’m not. I know that I’m too skinny.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Blake demanded sternly.

“I wouldn’t do that, sir,” Eli rushed as he shook his head so vehemently he was in danger of getting whiplash.

“Then we’re both in agreement. Your body is perfect.”

For a moment, it looked as if Eli would argue, but in the end, he pressed his mouth together and nodded. Blake crooked a finger and Eli obeyed, moving slowly forward until they were inches apart. He gave Blake one more glance, his eyes filled with both passion and a bit of uncertainty before dropping to his knees.

It wasn’t the most graceful movement Blake had seen by any stretch, but the fact that it was Eli doing it more than sufficed. Then when he stared up, his face so innocent and filled with longing, Blake couldn’t hold back the soft moan that slipped from his mouth.

Eli stared at Blake’s fly before looking back up, his expression clearly begging for permission. Blake made him wait for several seconds, to let him know who truly was in charge of the encounter, before finally nodding his permission. Eli lifted trembling fingers and undid Blake’s pants. He lowered the trousers and briefs just enough for Blake’s cock to spring free.

“Now
this
is gorgeous,” Eli whispered as he ran his thumb over the tip. Gathering up a few drops of pre-cum, he lifted his digit to his mouth and licked it clean.

Blake tracked the way Eli’s sweet tongue darted and finally had enough. With a low growl, he cupped the back of the man’s head and urged him forward. Eli took the hint, his lips parting to take in Blake’s cock.

At first, Eli gagged a bit, but he soon adjusted and got into the game. He even took the initiative to splay his fingers over Blake’s thighs. Hungry noises emitted from Eli as he licked and sucked. Blake kept his hand in place, threading his fingers through Eli’s soft hair.

Damn, Eli sure knew his way around a cock. Aside from the first gag, he sucked Blake off with impressive skill. He somehow managed to keep up the pressure so the waves of pleasure rolled over Blake in slow, easy passes. Through it all, Eli would occasionally glance up from under his lashes, as if seeking reassurance.

“It’s fantastic,” Blake praised. As soon as he saw the glow pass over Eli’s face from being complimented, Blake knew for sure he’d made the right choice. Yes, Eli and he would work perfectly together. He trailed his fingers down Eli’s temple and added, “More than fantastic, it’s the best I’ve ever received.”

Eli smiled around Blake’s cock and began to suck in earnest, his cheeks hollowing out. Blake allowed it to continue a few moments, just until he was on the verge of coming before he curled his fingers into Eli’s hair and pulled him back. “Enough.”

A frustrated whimper came from Eli before he asked, “Why?”

“Because when I come, it’s going to be in that tight ass that’s been tempting me for so long. Stand up.”

After running a hand over his swollen lips, Eli obeyed, his legs trembling slightly. Blake left him standing there. Never taking his gaze off the naked man, Blake went around to the back of his desk and pulled out a condom and small tube of lube from the top drawer. Slamming them down, so there could be no way Eli would miss them, Blake went back around and stood behind Eli.

“Bend over my desk and hang on,” Blake whispered in Eli’s ears.

The speed at which Eli moved to obey would have been laughable in another situation. Blake took a moment to admire the way Eli looked, all stretched out over the oak, his ass exposed and almost begging to be taken. Blake stroked a finger down Eli’s spine, one of his favorite fantasies springing to his mind.

“You know what I’d like to see most?” he asked, as he decided to share it with Eli. At the same moment, he grabbed the lube and squeezed a liberal amount into his hand.

“No,” Eli’s voice hitched when Blake used a finger to circle his hole.

“Leather covering this beautiful skin.” Blake used his free hand to trace an X along Eli’s back to signify where he wanted it to be.

“Wouldn’t the others in the office be a bit put off if I run around in fetish gear?” Eli’s last words came out as a moan as his ass became penetrated by one of Blake’s fingers.

“You can wear in under your shirt and only allow me to see it. Just like you can start keeping a pair of handcuffs in your pocket, so they’re always available for me to use on you.” Blake added a second finger, marveling at the visceral reaction the added pressure earned from Eli. The man held nothing back.

“Okay, it that’s what you want, sir, I’ll go out and buy it first thing in the morning.”

Blake curled his fingers so he could peg Eli’s sweet spot. “I don’t think the store will be open tomorrow since its Christmas.”

Eli cried out in pleasure as Blake hit his prostate again. “Fine, then the day after tomorrow. I promise.”

Blake moved his hand, slicked on the condom, then lined the tip of his cock up to Eli’s entrance. “Who says I’ll be willing to let you out of my bedroom that soon?”

He slowly pressed in, a moan ripping from his throat at the tight, warm grip. Damn, this was so much better than he’d dreamed.

Eli curled his fingers against the wood as he hissed in pleasure. “
Your bedroom?
”

“Yes, I’m taking you home with me tonight and I don’t plan on you leaving my presence any time soon.” Blake didn’t have a holiday celebration to attend the next day and he knew Eli didn’t either, so what better way to spend the twenty-fifth than with his dick buried deep inside Eli’s ass.

“Oh, God,” Eli breathed, although Blake didn’t know if it were from his declaration or the fact that he’d started to really give the man a hard fucking.

Eli let out keening sounds, his fingers clawing at the desktop. With the way his lips parted slightly, a deep flush covering his cheeks, he couldn’t have been sexier. Blake felt a heady sense of power, knowing that could do anything to Eli and the younger man would allow it. Hell, Eli would probably get down on his knees and beg if asked. Along with that power came the overwhelming urge to also make sure Eli was protected and cared for.

Blake could sense his orgasm peaking, but he didn’t want to give himself pleasure until his sub found it first. Running a hand down Eli’s sweat covered back, Blake said, “Come for me.”

Those must have been the words Eli had been waiting for because after a couple more thrusts, he cried out Blake’s name, then shot off, his spunk covering the desk and carpet. The walls of his ass squeezed Blake’s cock and that forced him over the edge, too. Digging his fingers into Eli’s skin, Blake threw his head back as he filled the condom.

For a few breaths, Blake didn’t move, too content to ride out the high. Then he let out a sigh and rested his forehead on the nape of Eli’s neck. If Eli felt squashed by the added weight, he didn’t complain, quite the opposite, he let out a happy sigh.

“That was amazing, sir,” Eli offered in a hesitant voice.

“I’m glad you liked it. Consider it an added holiday bonus,” Blake teased.

Eli paused, before venturing, “Is this bonus the same as the magazine one?”

Blake smiled against Eli’s flesh. “Is that your backhanded way of asking if this thing between us is going to last more than a few days?”

“Perhaps.”

“Would it make you happy if I said yes?”

“More than anything, sir,” the heartfelt tone in Eli’s voice made Blake smile wider.

He pressed a kiss to Eli’s neck. “Yes, this gift will also keep on giving. Now that I’ve had you, I know I’d be a damn fool to let you go.”

Blake gave Eli another kiss and for the first time, allowed himself to believe that maybe this could the first of many happy Christmases.

THE END

Copyright ©2010 Stephani Hecht

Also from Stephani Hecht:

The Archangel
Series

The Drone Vampire
Series

The Lost Shifter
Series

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COCKLEBUR’S CHRISTMAS by Amy Lane

Dear Santa!

I've been really good this year. I think I was, anyway, since even my children started calling me Mammarella (mommy x cinderella).

I would really appreciate a stocking stuffer - a cute and sweet little creature - an elf, perhaps, all sunshine and smiles :)

I promise to love him, to spoil him but if he gets unruly, to discipline him accordingly ;)

Thank you, Santa!

**loves and hugs**

{PHOTO INSERT:  A young man with long black hair sits on a tree trunk in a golden field facing away from the camera; his hands are cuffed behind his back.}

***************************

(This story set in the
Green’s Hill
series universe)

Cocklebur’s Christmas—A short story of Green’s Hill

Green, Lord of Green’s Hill in the Sierra Foothills of Auburn loved Corinne Carol-Anne Kirkpatrick op Crocken Green very much—but that didn’t mean he was looking forward to spending the evening with her when she’d been left behind from a potentially dangerous mission.

“Don’t mope, beloved,” he said mildly, watching her trying to make her slightly widening bottom comfortable on the opposite end of the couch. Her body was changing, and the twin hearts in her belly were growing day by day.

The glare she shot him was hardly a ‘mope’. “Don’t patronize me, Green,” she snapped. “I’m…” Her eyes bulged, and he fought back a laugh. She was tired, her boobs hurt, her feet hurt, her back hurt, her ‘cooter’ hurt (interesting term—he loathed it, but it did make him laugh), her stomach hurt, she had heartburn, hemorrhoids, varicose veins and a headache. Yes—she had all the symptoms of pregnancy, but she didn’t want to whine. Not his beloved. So, she felt like shit, didn’t want to whine, and was even more pissed off because all of the things she didn’t want to whine about were the reasons she didn’t get to go on the mission. For his beloved, who was usually more vocal than discreet, this was a conundrum.

Her eyes were still bulging and her hands were flailing as she fought for words, and Green was about to put her out of her misery and soothe her, when her body betrayed her.

Her stomach growled, and true to the many conflicting emotions in her heart, her body sent her to the one she’d hate the most.

Her lower lip quivered and she sent him a look so full of misery it almost broke her heart.

“Aw,” she muttered, “goddammit, Green!”

He laughed gently, and put his arm out to her. She rushed to him and lay her head on his chest and allowed him to run his hands through her wildly curly reddish hair.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know,” he said softly.

“I couldn’t go with them,” she muttered. “I couldn’t go with them. I always go with them. I always… dammit, Green. I take care of them. And Bracken was so angry!”

Green grimaced. Yes, Bracken was angry. Thanks to an impromptu blood transfusion that summer, and some magical consequences, Cory could feel his anger, literally in her blood.

“Of course he was angry,” he said softly. “You two have been working as a team for nearly two years, beloved. How easy do you think it was for him to leave you here?”

“Well then he shouldn’t have… fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” The litany continued. Her next line would have been, “He shouldn’t have knocked me up!” but the worst part of her dilemma was that she’d accidentally counteracted both Bracken and Green’s birth control. It was how she came to be pregnant with sidhe twins, when her tiny mortal body would have been hard-pressed to carry one child to full term.

“Jesus, Green!” she finally burst out with. “Isn’t there one goddamned blessed thing I can bitch about that I didn’t bring on my own goddamned head?”

Green was forced to laugh. “Yes, beloved. You can bitch about being hungry. It’s my fault—I should have fed you sooner. Here, let me get you something.”

“I’ll get it,” a voice said over Green’s shoulder, and Green turned slightly and smiled. “Thank you, Cocklebur. That’s very kind of you.”

“Pie, guvnor?”

Green grimaced—first, because although Cocklebur had come over the pond around the same time Green did, he insisted on referring to Green like a superior, and second, because Cory was nodding enthusiastically for pie.

“There’s some chicken and vegetables in the refrigerator, if you don’t mind putting it on some bread and heating it up,” Green said, looking sternly at Cory as he said it. Her face fell, but he could tell by the way she rolled her eyes for form that she agreed. Pie would probably make her feel worse, and something healthy would make her feel better. The simplest logic wasn’t always the easiest to live with.

Cocklebur brought the food, and a bottle of water for Green, with a little flourish and a bow. “Hereyago, Little Goddess,” he said to Cory. “You just sit back and be the queen of the manor, right?”

Cory gave a passable impression of a smile. “Thanks, Cocklebur. That was nice of you. I could have gotten it myself, you know.”

The elf’s expression twisted, and for a moment, he looked almost ugly, an impossibility for a people known for their inhumanly perfect beauty. “You go ahead and be a lazy stropping cow, and see if I give a shit!” he snapped, and then flounced off, leaving Cory even more miserable than she had been before.

“Aw. Goddammit, Green—I didn’t mean…”

“Yes, I know. Hush. Here. Eat your food. Sleep. That’s just his way. He’ll apologize in a minute…”

“I know, I know, and everything will be better.” Cory tucked into her food and didn’t harp on the obvious. With Cocklebur, that’s pretty much what you had to hope for—that someday, things would be better.

“Would you like to know why that is?” Green asked, as she was eating. She looked at him with a full mouth and nodded. She hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he could see she’d been starving. She did too much in her day, he thought worriedly, but he didn’t say anything.

“I’ll tell you… better yet, take a nap on me while I work, and I’ll show you,” he coaxed, thinking this could be the only way he would get her to rest for the rest of the pregnancy.

“Show me?” She swallowed, and then yawned. “I mean, you know, show me? Can you do that?”

“Absolutely,” Green told her. “Here. All done?” She nodded and he took the plate from her. With a thought, he summoned tiny sprites to take the mess away and then pulled her head down on his lap so he could smooth the hair from her face. “Now I don’t do this often, but if you’ll let me, I’ll let you dream it. It will be like watching a movie in your sleep, yes? Except, you’ll get to feel it, too.”

Cory giggled. “Uhm, how much am I going to feel?” she asked drowsily. “I mean, uhm… Green. You, uhm… you’ve slept with everyone at the hill. Is this dream going to be…”

“X rated?” Green grinned. “Damned straight, beloved. If you’re going to be napping instead of shagging…”

“Sorry, Green…”

“No worries, luv. You just close your eyes and dream. It will be a little scary at first, but it will be a lovely dream at the end, and maybe you’ll understand our bloke a little better at the end of it, okay?”

She managed a little moan of comfort, as she pillowed her head on his thigh and fell asleep.

Green started the dream where all things started for the two of them.

***

Adrian. Adrian had just been turned vampire, and they were walking along the beach in the bay. His white-blond hair was shoulder length and curly, held back in a queue like Green’s longer, butter-colored hair. His sky-spangled eyes were almost transparent in the thin moonlight, but his insouciant, love-it-or-lay-it grin was fully in place as he played a puppy-like game of kicking a rock through the surf.

It was back in 1850, and so much of what was industrialized and full of metal and oil now was simply beach. Yes, some of it was putrid with the lack of plumbing, but some more of it was… beach. Salt water. Salt water that broke all magic, good and bad. Oh, the purity of clean, abrasive, salt.

Green was barefoot, as all sidhe preferred to be, and he was enjoying the feeling of the sand between his long toes. It was long ago, and simple things were more easily acknowledged for giving the most joy.

They were far away from the busiest part of the harbor, and the ships were all sleeping in their berths. There was a stand of eucalyptus trees before them, as the bay widened to open sea, and as Adrian’s booted feet and Green’s bare ones splatted in the shallow layer of surf, there was a far away scream.

They looked at each other, apprehensively. Green was not a power at this point—he had no people, and no ambitions for them. But that scream had sounded desperate, and in pain, and the two of them had strengths that other people did not. Adrian was not adept at vampire’s flight at this point, but that didn’t stop him from giving a grunt and a leap into a shaky course through the air, even while Green began to move with that burst of Goddess speed that humans always thought of as magic.

By the time Green got there, it was all over but the blood-drinking.

Adrian was a blur, tearing men off of some poor creature, and doing it viciously. There were two bodies lying near Green, their blood seeping into the surf, their throats torn out and their eyes glazed. As Green drew closer, his gentle vampire had the third by the hair and was screaming, “What did you do to him?!!!”

“Nothin’! We clapped him in irons and he screamed!”

Green took another look at the poor thing, kneeling in the surf of the early morning dark, and caught his breath. The pointed ears, even covered in a snarled knot of dark hair, were unmistakable.

“He’s sidhe,” Green muttered, hoping to get Adrian’s attention. He’d seen Adrian kill, since he’d been a vampire, but he’d never seen such vicious bloodshed from his once gentle beloved. A part of him mourned, sickened, but another part—the part who had rescued Adrian from his own oppression—rejoiced. Oh, Adrian—by all means defend the weak and wreak vengeance on the abusers—it’s who you were re-born to be.

The creature in the surf gave another pitiful scream and Green stood decisively.

“A’—do me a favor. Put your toy down and take those things off his wrists, yes? I can’t touch them—they’ll do the same to me. You can go feed on your bloke then, and then get your arse back to the darkling.”

“Right, Green,” Adrian told him obediently. Always—Adrian would obey Green always, except for that last, terrible disobedience many, many years in the future.

The young sidhe in the surf screamed when Adrian touched him, gibbering something about ‘monster’ and ‘unclean’. To his credit, Adrian ignored the elf: he’d been prepared for such accusations when he turned. In a moment, the deadly iron was shattered and thrown out to sea to rot, and the elf plunged his blistered, burning wrists into the soothing healing of the surf.

Adrian picked up his dinner then, and disappeared. The dinner’s frantic screams were mercifully cut short within a few heartbeats, and Green turned to the task at hand.

He was gentle, as he plodded more deeply into the chilly surf and fell to his knees in front of the elf-boy. He held out his hands with some command—the sidhe were raised to defer to their elders—and the boy put his hands into Green’s with simple trust.

The bloody blisters started at mid-palm, became lesions at his wrists, and then faded to mere painful, postulating blisters again near his forearm.

“Oh, lad,” Green tutted. “That’s well and truly painful, boy-o. Here—can you hold them up? If I give them a kiss, maybe, they’ll feel better, right?”

“I’m not a boy.”

Green glanced at the young sidhe in surprise as he held the excruciating cold-iron burn to his lips and breathed lightly. The boy (or not) gave a sigh as some of the blisters receded, leaving only swelling. “No?” Green asked, before moving up to the more damaged part of his wrist.

Two furious green and brown eyes glared back at Green from that tangle of dark hair. “I’m grown, same as you,” said the elf, his mouth compressed tightly, and Green breathed a little more healing to his skin.

“How many years?” Green asked. The Goddess’ children tended to reach sexual maturity and then… stop. Frozen at their most beautiful. Age was often hard to discern. Green himself was nearly sixteen-hundred years old, but he tended to still believe the best of things, and many sidhe mistook him for much younger.

“A century, perhaps,” the sidhe snapped. “Old enough to leave home!”

Green frowned at the wrists, which were still ulcerated and raw. “Indeed,” he murmured. “Care to tell me how this all happened, then?”

“No,” the other elf snapped. He looked away, irritated and disgruntled. “Humans don’t… they don’t understand sport, do they?”

“Sexual sport?” Green extended a careful pink tongue, and watched as the boy tilted back his head and sighed gustily. Yes—Green’s touch was potent, even here by the salt water that canceled magic. He drew power from sex, he expended it in healing—sometimes, the act of healing became sex, and he drew power from that too. The young sidhe’s body (for a century was still quite young) must be tingling by now, growing heavy and full. Good. Arousal was good—it made the heart sleepy and warm, and not bitter and angry, and that too was good for healing.

“No,” Green answered, as the elf nodded reluctantly. “They don’t understand it. And sport among males is… difficult. They’ll do it, yes—but they won’t acknowledge that it happens. And when they do acknowledge that it happens, they seem to think it requires some sort of effort on their part to show the world that they are the type of men who would do that.”

“What type of man is that?”

Green shrugged. “I have no idea. I like them all.”

The young elf sighed. “Me too,” he said mournfully, and Green had to smile.

“Me too.” He extended a pointed tongue then, and started lapping gently at the deeper wounds. The elf winced, and then gasped, and then sighed.

“That’s very good,” he conceded, as the surf lapped at their knees. “Uhm… do you… uhm…”

Green grinned. “Am I a healing elf to the base of my cock?” he asked boldly, and was rewarded by a wicked grin.