Page 149 of Voices
I slowly climb out of bed, knowing there’s no way I’ll fall back to sleep, and as quietly as I can, I unzip my suitcase. Moving my clothes to the side, I pull out my sketchpad, my reading light, and a pencil. I’ve been working on a Christmas present for Shane for the few hours each day that we aren’t together.
Climbing back into bed, I get situated leaning against the headboard. Flipping to the last page, I adjust the light so it’s facing away from Shane and study the drawing I have so far. The picture on the front is a grayscale of a hawk in midflight, flying right toward the viewer, its talons ready to dig into you. On the back is the lake he took me to a few months ago. It’s filled with every color imaginable.
I concentrate on adding little details here and there.
“Damn,” Shane’s sleepy voice startles me a few hours later. “I was going to wake you up with a Christmas bj.”
Looking down at him, I close the sketchbook and lean over for a kiss. “Merry Christmas Shane.”
He slides his hand through my hair at the back of my head and pulls me down for a deeper kiss. I throw my leg over his waist to straddle him as we continue to kiss. I grind my hardening dick against his, swallowing his deep groan. We’re both in our boxer briefs but it’s not close enough. Reaching down, I pull his steel length free along with mine, letting out a moan when the undersides meet. Spitting in my hand, I use both hands to wrap around us and rock into my fists. Shane meets my tempo and together we chase our orgasms.
“Yes. That’s it baby, keep going. I’m so close.” He grabs my hips as he thrusts up onto my fists, his crown hitting that one spot right under my flared head, causing me to come without warning.
“Uhh…Sh-Shane.” I breathe heavily into his neck as I keep coming.
My cum has made it easier for him to move against my still-hard cock. He wraps one of his hands around mine to tighten my hold while pushing on my lower back to keep my hips moving. I use the last of my energy to grind against him and he thrusts up faster and faster until he stops and adds to the mess on his stomach.
“Fuck, I think that was better than a blowie.” He pulls me against his chest, smearing our combined releases between us.
Moving my sweaty hair from my face, he cradles my cheeks. “Merry Christmas, beautiful. I’m so happy you’re here.”
I grin down at this sweet man.
“I love you, Shane. I think I have for a while now, I…I didn’t know what it meant to be loved. And I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling was really love or something else. I didn’t grow up with parents who loved me, so I wasn’t sure if I could feel something I’d never had before.” I swallow hard as I look into his vibrant blue eyes. “But I’m more sure now than I’ve ever been. I love you.”
Shane has the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. He pulls me in for a sweet, tender kiss that I pour all my love into.
“I love you so much, beautiful. That beats any gift I’ll ever receive.” We kiss again wrapped in each other’s arms until the cum mess becomes uncomfortable.
After a quick shower, we head downstairs to the smell of coffee and cinnamon. His mom and dad are sitting in the living room watching It’s a Wonderful Life.
“Merry Christmas, boys. The cinnamon rolls just came out and your sisters and Brady should be here soon. Go grab some before they get here and eat them all.” She winks at me before turning back to the movie.
Shane bends down and kisses the top of her head. “Thanks, Mom. Merry Christmas.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
“Hey, I made the coffee,” his dad says looking offended.
Shane rolls his eyes before chuckling. “I don’t drink coffee but thanks anyways.” His dad raises his fist in the air and Shane bumps it as we pass by. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”
In the kitchen, we sit at the table and eat the biggest and best cinnamon rolls I’ve ever had. Once we finish, his sisters anda tall skinny guy with spiky brown hair arrive and the endless chatter begins. I honestly don’t mind it because there’s always some funny story from their childhood that has each one of them belly laughing. Nothing serious ever comes up and we spend the whole day in lighthearted conversations.
“Is it time for presents now?” Becca asks while eyeing the mountain of gifts under the tree.
“You’re the oldest yet you’re always the one begging to open presents,” their dad chuckles as he reaches for a sparkly red box and tosses it to her.
I shrink into the couch next to Shane as they pass out gifts. I’m not expecting anything so when a box wrapped in blue paper is set on my lap, I don’t know what to do. Looking around I notice that everyone has stopped opening gifts and is looking at me.
I nervously look at Shane who gestures for me to open it. Sitting up, I unwrap a wooden box with my name carved on the lid. I trace over the letters, amazed by the craftsmanship.
“I dabble in woodworking in my off time,” his dad says.
Looking over at him, I smile. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”
“Open it,” Shane nudges my arm.
I slowly open the lid and I’m taken aback by what’s inside. On the top is a box of Copic markers, my favorite brand, along with a box of sixty Arteza water paints.
