Christmas story day 4- Finn

Time for the last part of my pride Christmas story! It was already published yesterday on Beany Sparks’ blog as part of her eXtasy Advent Calendar, so you might already have read it, but if you didn’t, here it is. I tried to keep the spoilers at a minimum since it happens right in the middle of Finn and the books comes out on January 1. Enjoy!

Finn knew his eyes were huge, but he couldn’t help it. He had never seen anything like that. It wasn’t only the decorations and the warmth, but the people.
He had moved in the mansion a little more than a week ago after Dominic had insisted, and he hadn’t regretted it, not even if the situation with Bryce wasn’t quite solved yet. He didn’t think he would ever regret it, because he had gained a family, something he had never had.
Life was a lot different in the mansion. Finn was warm, and if he wanted to eat he just had to open the fridge. Other people cooked, because he wasn’t able to, but he didn’t mind helping.
He had helped Jamie set the table for the Christmas day breakfast, and now they were waiting for everyone to come down to eat. Jamie had gotten there only a half hour before, looking quite flushed, and sometimes he made some weird sounds, but he had said he was fine to Finn.
“Are you sure?” he asked after Jamie had made something that sounded like a moan while bending down to gather the napkins he had dropped.
Jamie nodded, but Finn could see he was flushed and that his pupils were big. He opened his mouth to insist, but he didn’t know how well it would be perceived. He was new in the mansion after all, and he wasn’t sure he really belonged, not yet.
“He’s fine, don’t worry,” Ward said, putting the big orange juice bottle he had entered the dining room with on the table and sliding one arm around his mate’s waist. Jamie squeaked, and Finn shook his head, a smile on his lips. He wasn’t sure he ever would understand the mated guys. They always seemed to have secrets, and they probably did. They understood each other with only a glance, and Finn could see that the one Jamie and Ward were exchanging was full of promises and lust.
It made him wonder if he ever would have that type of relationship with Bryce, and it made him feel slightly out of place, as if he was intruding on a private moment. He turned around and was about to leave when Keenan came in.
The man stopped when he saw him, but they both smiled. They were still wary with each other, but Finn had been happy to find out that Keenan didn’t hate him, and they were slowly finding out that they actually liked each other. He just wasn’t sure what to say to him most of the time.
Luckily for him the door opened again and Dominic came in with Sebastian. The two were talking, their voices low, and Sebastian didn’t look particularly happy. As they sat down, Soren and Denver came in, then Joshua, and the room slowly filled.
The children were running around, their mothers trying to stop them and get them to eat, laugher filled the room, the scent of cinnamon and sugar was heavy on the air. Finn sat on his own at one end of the table, overwhelmed by the situation.
“Where are Nate and Derick?” Dominic asked.
“I passed by their suite when I came down, but they’re not in there,” Keenan said, pouting. “I think Nate is avoiding me.”
Jamie chuckled. “I think you’re right, but can you really blame him after the last stunt you inflicted on him? He had to go get his mate in the city’s jail, Keenan!”
Everyone was laughing when the door opened again, and Nate and Derick came in. Hellos came from everyone, but of course Keenan had to be different. “Nate, why are you standing like that?”
It was true that Nate looked uncomfortable. His back was hunched as if he was trying to keep his chest from coming into contact with his shirt. He didn’t answer, but Derick had no problems doing it for him. “He’s just not quite enjoying my Christmas present.”
“Oooh, what is it? Can we see it?”
Finn’s eyes widened yet again. He had never seen Nate that flustered and he was even blushing. What on earth did Derick buy him?
“I don’t see how it’s any of your business, Keenan,” Nate growled, but Keenan wasn’t so easily dissuaded.
“Don’t be a party pooper, Nate! Come on, show us!”
Everyone chorused show us and come on except for Dominic. The man was sitting in his chair, a smirk on his face as he watched his Beta trying to refuse. It wasn’t doing him any good, though, especially because Derick seemed to agree with everyone else.
“Just show them, Nate. They’re going to find out as soon as you have to shift anyway.”
“Oooh, so he has to get naked?” Keenan said.
Derick just smirked and Nate sighed deeply. His hands rose to the first button on his shirt and everyone shut up, all eyes on him. Finn would have been embarrassed in Nate’s place, but he wasn’t a shifter. They were used to getting naked in front of everyone.
When Nate reached the third or fourth button, Keenan squeaked in his seat and pointed at Nate’s chest. “Is that what I think it is?”
Derick grinned and nodded. “Yup. Nipple piercings. I wanted him to have something else, but he didn’t like the idea of a needle coming too close to, eh, you know.”
Keenan snickered but his eyes never left Nate’s chest. Even Finn could see the silver metal gleaming on the sides of both of the man’s nipples now, and he flinched. He didn’t know how anyone could do something like that. It had to hurt like hell, yet Derick was full of metal, and if rumors were true—and they had to be since it had been Keenan who had told him—he even had one on his dick.
Finn crossed his legs without even realizing it. He could understand why Nate hadn’t wanted needles there, that was for sure.
The two men sat down once Nate was done buttoning his shirt again, and breakfast went smoothly. Finn was still overwhelmed by everything, but he had never felt more at home.
It didn’t take them long to finish eating, and the kids were the first ones to run to the huge tree standing in the living room. It reached the ceiling and was decorated with just about everything one could think of. There were lights twinkling in red, green, blue and white, candy canes, red bows, golden angels, popcorn links done by the children, even butterflies. Under it were stacked piles and piles of wrapped gifts, more than Finn had ever seen, not that he usually got gifts for Christmas.
Dominic went to stand by the tree and started calling out the names he read on the tags, handing out the presents to the people he called. Even Finn got some, and his face hurt with how much he was smiling.
The room was soon full of discarded wrapping paper and playing children, and Finn’s heart was full of thankfulness for the people who had taken him in when he didn’t have anything.
His eyes fell on Bryce. The shifter was looking at Finn and he smiled when he saw Finn watching him. Finn smiled back. Christmas was making him hopeful that everything would be fine between them, and Bryce’s smile sure made it seem that way.

Christmas story day 3- Nolan and Casey

Day three! Now, this one is definitely naughty, so if you don’t appreciate two hot men going at it, don’t read! I tried to put a warning before you could enter the blog, but I still can’t seem to be able to do it, so I hope the warning is enough!

I’ll post the last part, which is from Finn’s point of view, on Sunday, but it’ll be out tomorrow on Beany Sparks’ blog here as part of her eXtasy Advent Calendar. If you want to reach an excerpt from Finn, come by tomorrow for my Sexy Saturday post!

There’s still time to give Bronwyn Heeley’s Christmas giveaway a try. There are 18 prizes to win and lots of authors participating, including me! http://bronwynheeley.blogspot.com.au/search?updated-min=2014-11-01T00:00:00%2B11:00&updated-max=2014-12-01T00:00:00%2B11:00&max-results=36

Nolan groaned when his pillow started to sing a Christmas song. He scrunched his nose, knowing that he should have been worried about that because pillows didn’t usually sing, but he was still half-asleep, and he fully intended to get back to it. The only problem was that his damn pillow wasn’t stopping. It sung of snow and sparkling fires, and Nolan wanted nothing more than to throw it in those fireplaces. Or against the wall.

Now that’s an idea.

He pushed his hand under the pillow to grab it, but it bumped against smooth metal and plastic. Nolan’s cell phone.

He frowned. Why was his phone under his pillow and not in the living room? He grabbed it and was about to take it out from under the pillow when he remembered.

Nolan had hid the phone there so that Casey wouldn’t hear it when the alarm went off. Of course the alarm had to be a Christmas song, because it was Christmas, and Nolan had set it because he needed to get up before Casey to have the time to get his mate’s present ready.

Nolan slid from the warm nest of blanket and flesh, shivering as the cool air touched his naked body. He scowled at Casey because the man got to stay in and grabbed the plaid at the foot of the bed, wrapping it around his body and covering as much skin as he could before he headed to the bathroom.

Nolan locked the door—probably for the first time since he had mated Casey—and let the blanket fall down to the floor. He was still a bit cold, but it’s not like he could take care of business with the thing still around him.

He knew he didn’t have much time because Casey was an early riser, even on holidays. Nolan shook his head and chuckled. Trust him to find a man that was up at the crack of dawn every single day while he slept until noon.

Crouching down, he open the closet under the sink and removed the towels, putting them on the floor next to him and smiling at the box he had hidden there a few days ago. He hoped Casey hadn’t noticed how anxious Nolan had been to never let him take a clean towel out, but he hadn’t wanted to take the risk of his gift being discovered, even if it was only part of it, of course.

Nolan quickly put the towels back in and leaned the box on the counter before taking out a few ribbons from one of the drawers and a cleansing solution. He put everything next to the box and opened the water in the shower before grabbing the box and finally opening it and taking the dark-blue butt plug out.

Keenan had been the one to give Nolan the idea, along with Jamie, and Nolan had been enthusiastic. He hadn’t had much of a sex life before Casey, and he was eager to experiment now that he actually liked sex. He briefly wondered if Jamie would really give Ward the plug he had bought, chuckling at the fact that unlike his it was bright pink, but it brought images he could have done without to his mind, so he quickly pushed that away.

He washed and cleaned the plug instead, opened the door to the shower and stepped in, sighing when the hot water hit his skin. Nolan then put the plug on the small bench and added the waterproof lube before quickly washing up.

Once he was done he opened the lube and squirted it on his fingers, spreading it as he put the bottle back down and leaned one hand on the wall. He reached backward and hurriedly spread the lube around his hole.

He and Casey had made love the night before and he was still pretty loose, so Nolan slid directly two fingers in his passage. He moved them around, eyeing the plug on the bench and trying to appraise its size. Three should be fine.

Nolan twisted his wrist, moaning softly when one of his fingers brushed against his prostate. He was already hard and getting harder by the second, or at least that’s what it felt like, so he tried to avoid touching it again as he added the third finger.

Still, even without touching the gland, he could feel he was getting closer to orgasm and he wanted nothing more than to grab his dick, so he took the plug and slathered it with lube. He might have exaggerated with it, but he preferred too much than not enough.

The thing looked huge in Nolan’s hand and he had to take a deep breath. He suddenly felt nervous about pushing it into himself, but he wanted to surprise his mate, damn it!

Moving as fast as he could, Nolan reached backward again and pushed the plug against his opening. He shivered, the plug cool against his skin, but he still pushed harder, and it slid in. It felt weird and different from having Casey inside him, but it wasn’t bad. Once it was all the way in, Nolan straightened, gasping when the plug pressed against his prostate. He would have to be quick, because he thought he could come just like that, and wouldn’t that spoil his present.

He toweled and got out, stopping at the sink. Taking the longer piece of ribbon in hand, he passed it around his waist and did a pretty bow to close it. The bow was right on his bellybutton, just where it had to be.

Nolan fingered the shorter piece and looked down at his cock. It was hard enough to put a bow around it too, but he wasn’t sure Casey would appreciate it.

“Nolan? Are you in the bathroom?”

Nolan jumped at the sound of Casey’s voice and quickly tied the ribbon around his cock, placing the bow on the upside of it. The soft satiny touch made him groan, but he was finally ready. “Are you still in bed?” he yelled through the door. “I want you to stay in bed. I have something to show you!”

“Sure, babe. I’ll wait here.”

Nodding to his reflection in the mirror, Nolan unlocked the door, put his hand on the handle and pushed it open.

****

Casey looked up when he heard the bathroom’s door open and his eyes just about popped out. “What…are those bows? On your cock?”

Nolan laughed. “Of course. I’m your present, right? So open me.”

Casey was used to Nolan being completely unashamed about anything, so it didn’t shock him—much. “Open you, uh?”

Nolan smirked. “You might discover there are more surprises to find.”

Casey pushed the duvet away and pushed himself up on his knees. Leaning his hands on the bed, he prowled toward his mate. “Aren’t you cold, babe? Don’t you want to come here, under the covers?”

“Yeah, just waiting for you to get me.”

Casey snorted. “Do you know how cheesy that sounded?”

“I don’t care, as long as it gets me what I want.”

Casey’s hand shot forward and grabbed Nolan’s wrist. He pulled on it, using his shifter speed and the fact that Nolan wasn’t reacting to secure a hold on his mate’s waist and haul him up on the bed until Nolan’s head was on the pillows. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but he managed.

Casey kneeled between Nolan’s open legs and fingered the bow on the man’s belly. “So you’re my gift?”

“One of them anyway. I just couldn’t stick myself under the tree with the other ones.”

Casey leaned down to kiss the red ribbon and Nolan opened his legs even more to give him space. As he straightened again, Casey caught a glimpse of something that shouldn’t have been there. “What’s this?” he asked as he fingered the dark blue material that peeked between Nolan’s ass cheeks.

Nolan purred. Casey always found the sound amusing and highly arousing, and this time wasn’t any different. “I told you, I’m your present. You just have to unwrap me and use me.”

Casey gaped. He was used to Nolan being straightforward, but still. “Use you?”

“Come on, Casey! We don’t have the whole day!”

“How romantic, babe, really.”

Nolan huffed and crossed his arms on his chest, making Casey laugh at the three-year-old impression. “You’re cute when you pout.”

Nolan opened his mouth to reply with what had to be a cutting remark, but Casey didn’t let him. He fingered the plug again and jolted it inside his mate, making Nolan squeak.

“I don’t think you want to do that again, Casey.”

Casey was amazed at the way his mate was already panting without him touching Nolan, but then he had had to put the plug in. “And why not?”

“Because I’ll come without you and you’ll have to take care of that,” he pointed to Casey’s hard length, “on your own. You know how hungry I always am after I come, and I would have to go down to eat and leave you all alone here.”

Casey growled and dove on Nolan. He didn’t even remove the two bows that were still around the man’s waist and cock before kissing him hard and moving his hand down Nolan’s body to grab the plug. He jolted it a few more times, just because he could, enjoying the mewls and moans he managed to get out of his mate.

Casey bit on Nolan’s lower lip, licking the hurt away before letting his mouth go. “You know, I really like this present. I’m not sure I can take all the time I need to truly enjoy it now, though.”

“If you only try to do that, I’ll bite you!”

Casey smirked and oh-so-slowly pulled the plug out of Nolan, watching his mate as he writhed under him, his head thrown backward, his neck completely exposed, the mating scar obvious on the pale skin. He straightened and looked down before letting the plug go and watching it as it slid back into Nolan’s body.

“I swear, if you don’t take it out right now and fuck me into the mattress, you’re going to regret you set foot out of the bed this morning!”

“You know I love how snarky you get in bed, babe, but technically I didn’t set foot out of bed yet to—”

Nolan howled and pushed up, and before Casey could do anything to stop him, he was pushing him down on the bed and yanking the plug out of himself. Casey winced at the sight, because it was done without care whatsoever, but he didn’t even have the time to ask Nolan if he was fine that Nolan was already straddling him and sliding down on his cock.

Casey gasped. The heat and tightness always amazed him, no matter how many times he made love to Nolan. The cat shifter didn’t give Casey the time to do anything more than grabbing Nolan’s hips before he started moving on Casey, the movement maddening. Casey might have been playing the cool one, but the fact that his mate had taken the time to stretch himself and insert the plug had aroused him so much that he too was already close to the edge.

Moving his legs, he laid his feet flat on the bed and pushed on the, thrusting up. Nolan was beautiful on top of him, his head throw back, his eyes mostly closed but still showing a tiny bit of dilated pupil. His hands had been on Casey’s thighs before he had moved his legs, and now Nolan leaned forward, splaying them on Casey’s chest. He smiled, exposing the fangs that had dropped down, and Casey tilted his head to the side.

Nolan didn’t lose one second before striking. Casey felt the sharp teeth entering his flesh and he gave one more thrust, lodging himself as deep as he could go in Nolan before letting go. He felt Nolan’s muscles spasm around him as he came with him, and the pulls on his neck slowed downed almost immediately.

Nolan licked the wound before letting himself fall on Casey’s chest, and Casey used the opportunity to have his mate still to cuddle. It didn’t happen nearly enough.

He burrowed one hand into Nolan’s hair while he used the other one to caress long trails on the man’s back. He should have known it wouldn’t last long, though. Nolan was already moving, looking up and asking, “Okay, so where’s my present?”

Christmas story day 2- Derick and Nate

It’s time for Derick and Nate! As you can guess, Derick is up to something. He always keeps Nate on his toes, and Christmas is no different 🙂 Nothing explicit this time so I don’t think it needs a warning. Tomorrow will be Nolan and Casey’s turn!

 

Most of the guys were still asleep when Derick and Nate came down for breakfast.

“Are you sure you can’t tell me where you’re taking me?” Nate asked, a frown on his face.

Derick smiled and used his finger to try to smooth the frown away, but of course he didn’t succeed. “You worry too much. I told you it was a surprise.”

“But why did we have to get up at the crack of dawn to go? We could wait until everyone has opened the gifts.”

“Nope. A friend is doing me a favor, and he wants to be home with his kids when they open their gifts, so we have to go know. You have to eat fast, love.”

“We could always wait a few days to do this, whatever this is.”

“We can’t, it’s your Christmas present!”

“And you couldn’t buy me a book or something?”

Derick made a scandalized face and put his palm on his heart. “A book? Me? Of course not! Gosh, Nate, could you be more boring?”

“Books are not boring!”

“Sure they’re not, but what I have in mind is much more fun.” Derick grinned. Oh, yeah, it was going to be so much fun, at least after Nate healed completely.

Nate shook his head and emptied his mug in the sink before rinsing it. “You know, I think I’m actually scared. It never ends well when you’re this excited about something.”

“Oh, come on! You’re a big, bad jaguar shifter, the Beta of the pride and all that crap. Surely you’re not scared of little old me?”

Nate scowled. “I definitely am, Derick. Remember that time you were so eager to go dancing? You were kidnapped. Or the time you went shopping with Keenan and Nolan and I had to bail the three of you out of jail for public nuisance?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault those guys didn’t have a sense of humor!”

“Yeah, well, you and Keenan shouldn’t have sent them kisses and whatnot, especially since you’re mated.”

“You know I wouldn’t have done anything, right?” Derick moved to stand in front of Nate and slid his arms around his mate’s waist. He sighed when Nate hugged him back and nuzzled the bigger man’s neck.

“I know, Derick. I know you did it only because they were being homophobic assholes, but still. You knew it would’ve created only problems, and it did.”

Derick stayed in his mate’s arms for a few more minutes before pecking Nate on the lips and grabbing his hand. “Come on, we have to go.”

“Tell me where we’re going again?”

“Ah, hah, nice try, but I won’t tell you.”

“You can’t blame a man for trying.”

Once in the car Derick instructed Nate to drive toward Gillham. He could have found what he needed in Whitedell, but he knew the guy in Gillham well and he trusted him for what he had planned. The drive was uneventful, except when Nate threatened to leave Derick on the side of the road if he sang one more Christmas carol. Derick just grinned and continued singing, knowing his mate would never do anything to hurt him, even if Derick was trying to sing his ears off.

“So, we’re in Gillham. Where do I go?”

“Turn right here, then left.” Nate obeyed and Derick pointed to the shop. “There. You can park right in front of it.”

“Derick, what are we doing in a tattoo parlor?”

“I told you it was a surprise.”

“Are you getting a tattoo?”

Derick just smiled and hurried to the door. The shop was the only open one in the street, and he knew he owed Mike a huge favor for agreeing to open on Christmas day. “Hey, Mike.”

“Derick. You know I should be in bed with my wife right now, do you?”

Derick shook the big man’s hand and felt the hand Nate had on his waist tighten. “I know, and I owe you one. This is my boyfriend, Nate.”

The two men shook and Derick saw Mike look up and down. “So he’s the one getting it?”

“I’m the one getting what?”

Derick bit his lower lip. He had known this gift could go badly, but he had wanted to try anyway. “Well, you said you were curious, and you’re always asking me how it feels and stuff, so I thought I could buy you a piercing.”

Nate looked at Derick, disbelief on his face. “You bought me a piercing? For Christmas?”

Derick nodded but kept his eyes on Nate’s chest rather than his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Guys, not that I don’t find this conversation interesting, but I don’t have all day.”

Nate sighed, and Derick thought he was going to refuse, so when Nate said, “Yeah, okay. Let’s do this,” he felt his eyes widen.

“You’re going to do it?”

Nate smirked. “Yeah. I can always take it out if I don’t like it, right?”

Derick nodded and gave his mate a beaming smile. “Sure, you can, but you’ll see, it’s not that bad.” He lightly pushed Nate toward the private room Mike was in, waiting for them. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Nate gave him a weird glance, but he nodded. “Sure.”

They walked toward Mike and Nate stopped in front of the man. “Now what?”

Mike smirked. “Now you take your pants off and you lie right there on the table. Face up.”

****

Nate gaped. “I take my pants down? What the fuck?”

The smirk never abandoned Mike’s face. “You know, for your Prince Albert.”

Nate gaped. Again. He snapped his mouth shut, but it just opened again as if it had a mind of its own. “Derick?”

Nate’s mate was looking everywhere but at him. “Yeah?”

“What on earth made you think I wanted a Prince Albert?” Nate was trying to stay calm, he really was, but it wasn’t easy.

Derick shrugged. “Well, you asked if it hurt and how it felt, and you seemed interested, and I wanted, you know, to know how it felt on, uh, my side of things?” His eyes were still jumping from Mike—and the damn man was still snickering—to the table on which Nate should have laid down, to the instruments Mike had been about to use on Nate’s dick. Shit, from where he was Nate could even see the ring Mike had planned to put there, and he unconsciously pressed his legs together.

“I did wonder, but it didn’t mean I wanted to actually try it.” Derick’s face fell, and Nate felt…guilty. Over not wanting to have his dick pierced. Go figure.

“I’m sorry, Nate.” Derick was biting his lower lip and his eyes were downcast. He looked like he was about to cry, and Nate didn’t think he would be able to take that. Still, there was no way anything sharp was coming close to his groin. Ever.

“So, what’s it going to be? I had to leave my kids alone with their mother on Christmas day for you, Derick,” Mike said, and if possible Derick seemed to shrink on himself even more. Damn it.

“Look, I’m sorry. Derick was trying to surprise me—”

“And I bet he did.”

“Yeah. I just can’t do it. No offense, but my dick stays metal-less.”

Mike huffed and started to put away his gear. Derick was still huddled near the table, and Nate was feeling so bad about it, he couldn’t resist reaching for his mate. “I’m sorry, Derick, but I can’t do it.”

Derick shrugged. “It’s okay. I guess I just thought it would be a good gift, you know. I don’t really know what else I could have bought you, and it’s not like I have a lot of money, so…”

Damn. Nate just couldn’t resist that look on his mate’s face and the way he bit his lower lip to stop it from trembling. “What if I do it somewhere else?”

Derick’s head snapped up. His eyes were shinning and he was smiling, and Nate knew he would do anything to put that look on his mate’s face. “Like where?”

“I don’t know. The ear?” Nate would never hear the end of that when Keenan saw it, but if it was what it took to make Derick happy, he would do it.

“Boring,” Mike said from behind Nate, and Nate turned to scowl at him.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Nipples. It won’t be as…pleasurable for Derick,” Mike said with a smirk, “but it will be for you. You can choose if you’d rather do both or only one.”

Nate groaned. “Anywhere else?”

“Lip, tongue, nose, eyebrow.”

“Do the nipples, Nate! Please?” Derick had that puppy look, and Nate knew very well he was doing it on purpose, but there was no way he was saying no, not with the smile it put on Derick’s face.

“Fine. Let’s do this.”

Christmas Story day one!

When Beany Sparks decided to do an eXtasy Advent Calendar, I decided to write a short Christmas story set in Whitedell for my host blog post (which should be on Saturday 13). It was supposed to be short, but it ended up being more than 6000 words long! Sooo, I decided to post it in four different days, the final one being the host blog post I’ll do on Saturday. Don’t worry, I’ll post the last part here too!

The story is set on Christmas day and we revisit the couples from the first three books in the Whitedell Pride Series. The last part will be from Finn’s point of view, but since the Christmas story takes place during Finn (between the end of Chapter Four and the beginning of Chapter Five), I tried not to give too much away. You might want to come back and reread it when you start reading Finn, though. 🙂

Every day will see one different couple, and today we start with Jamie and Ward. You do remember what Keenan pushed Jamie to buy for Ward’s Christmas, right? 🙂

WARNING! The post contains sexual situations between two hot men. If you don’t want to read about that, just close the tab! I couldn’t find a way to put a warning before you opened the post, so this will have to do.

Jamie looked at the wrapped box in his hands with dread.

It was Christmas morning and the mansion was still silent. Even the kids were still asleep, but Jamie had been so nervous since the day before that he had ended up waking with dawn, and he hadn’t been able to get back to sleep yet, all because of the box and the thing it contained.

It was ridiculous, really. He knew Ward loved him like crazy just as he was and that he didn’t need to change for him, but he couldn’t help but compare himself with Keenan and Nolan. They were both so fun to be with, open-minded and witty, everything Jamie wasn’t, and he sometimes thought that Ward might want him to be more like them, which was why he had listened to Keenan when he had offered to help Jamie choose Ward’s Christmas present.

He should have known it was a bad idea, but after he had said yes, it had been like watching an accident happen, where you could see what was about to happen but you could do nothing to stop it.

That’s why Jamie had found himself wide-awake at five o’clock in the morning on Christmas day, clutching a wrapped box containing a butt plug in his hands. A pink butt plug. A pink, vibrating butt plug. A butt plug he was supposed to use on himself, or rather, he was supposed to let Ward use on him.

Jamie wasn’t a prude, really, but he knew he wasn’t the most open-minded person, at least not when he was the one in question. He couldn’t have cared less about who slept with who and who did what with who as long as it stayed away from his life. The butt plug, though, was very much a part of his life at the moment.

Damn Keenan!

Jamie had never used sex toys, and while he knew he obviously had had bigger things in his ass, that fact didn’t reassure him.

Sighing, he put the box back under the bed. It was no use to anguish himself on it. He could give the present to Ward and hope his mate would react well to it, or he could back down and hide the thing, but he just knew Keenan would find out if he did that. The man had an infuriating way of nosing his way in things that had nothing to do with him, and Jamie knew his brother would whine about how much time he had spent helping Jamie choose the plug and stuff like that, and Ward would find out anyway.

Better to give the present to Ward, then.

Maybe.

Jamie laid back down and cuddled next to Ward, closing his eyes and hoping sleep would come easy. The next thing he knew, the sun was up and his mate was awake. Ward was still under the covers next to Jamie and he was inching his way under them.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you a Christmas blowjob.”

“And how is that different from an everyday blowjob?” Jamie asked with a smile.

Ward stopped and tilted his head. He shrugged. “I don’t know, but do you really want me to stop and think about it?”

Jamie shook his head. “Oh, no. Please, go ahead.”

Then Ward’s lips were on him, teasing the underside of his length before dipping into the slit on the head. Jamie moaned and grabbed his mate’s hair, tugging lightly in a way he knew Ward liked.

Merry Christmas to him indeed.

****

Ward chuckled. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, not with Jamie’s shaft in his mouth, but it seemed his mate rather liked the sensation. He was tempted to go oh oh oh like Santa Claus just to justify it as a Christmas blowjob, but he didn’t have the time to do it because just then Jamie’s hands tightened in his hair and he came down Ward’s throat, a loud moan escaping him. His back arched and Ward continued sucking lightly until Jamie came back down from his endorphins high. Only then did he let go and smiled at a well-done job. “Are you more relaxed now?”

Jamie looked at him, his eyes still glazed over. “What do you mean?”

“You really think I don’t know something has been bugging you lately?”

Jamie bit his lower lip and a light blush appeared on his cheeks. Damn, Ward loved when his mate did that. It made him want to tug that lip away from Jamie’s teeth and bite it himself.

“Okay, there is something.”

Ward scooted up the bed and joined his hands on Jamie’s stomach before laying his chin on them. “Are you going to tell me?” He knew it would be no use to insist if Jamie didn’t want to tell him because Jamie would clam up if he did.

“I, well, it’s nothing bad, of course. I would have told you right away if it had been.” Ward just arched a brow and waited and Jamie continued hurriedly, “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you.”

He threw his hands in the air and huffed, but he did move toward the edge of the bed, dislodging Ward. He reached under the bed and Ward scrunched his nose. What had his mate been hiding there?

When Jamie’s hand came out with a wrapped box, Ward smiled. “You now all the gifts should have gone under the tree.”

“Yeah, well, this is not something you can open in front of the kids.”

Now Ward was curious. He offered his hand to Jamie, wiggling his fingers when his mate didn’t give him the gift right away. Jamie put it in Ward’s hand, looking as if it was torture, but he kept a hold on it.

“This was Keenan’s idea, not mine. I probably shouldn’t have gone with it, but I didn’t know what to buy you at first, so…” Jamie shrugged, but Ward could see he was nervous, and it made him even more curious. There wasn’t much that could ruffle the man like that, but Keenan and his crazy ideas definitely were one of those things.

Jamie finally let the box go. He looked as if he was going to be executed at any seconds, and it made Ward want to laugh. “You’re such a drama queen, Jamie.”

Jamie snorted. “I think you’re confusing me with Keenan.”

Ward turned his attention to the gift. He took care in opening it, just to tease Jamie another bit, but when his mate crossed his arms on his chest and glared, he finally gave in and tore the red and green paper open.

Ward’s jaw dropped. “Is that what I think it is?”

Jamie nodded. He looked like he was in pain when he added, “And it vibrates.”

Ward tried to keep the laugh in, but he couldn’t. He snorted, and that led the way first to embarrassing giggles, then to a full belly laugh. “It’s pink, Jamie! Pink!”

“Keenan chose it!”

Ward opened the sleek black box with a very pink picture on it and took the plug out. He pushed on the small button on the side, and sure enough, the thing started to vibrate. “So, who did you think was going to wear it when you bought it?”

Jamie’s eyes went huge. “You…you want to wear it?”

Ward shrugged. “Why not? I know you never topped me, but I’m not against it, you know?”

Jamie didn’t answer. He just sat there, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, and Ward knew he was processing what Ward had just said. Jamie didn’t usually do very well with surprises, and this was a big one.

“I…I don’t know, Ward. I mean, I have nothing against topping, but I just…”

Ward smiled. “You don’t have to, love.” He grinned and grabbed the plug before reaching toward his nightstand. “But that means you’re going to be the one wearing it.”