Amos shuddered against me. “Yes.”
I laughed against his neck, where I dropped a series of kisses. “I can feel that you’re close. Come for me, baby. I’m almost there too.”
Moments later, his fingernails dug into my shoulder as he spilled into my hand. His strokes on my dick stuttered, but I wasn’t far behind. My muscles contracted and released as I came. The last of my energy washed down the drain with my cum and I pinned him against the wall with my weight.
“So tired,” I mumbled.
“C’mon. Let’s get to bed.” He rubbed my back, then reached over and grabbed the handheld shower nozzle to quickly rinse any remaining soap from our bodies.
While he turned off the water, I retrieved two towels. After drying off, I grabbed an extra toothbrush from a previous dentist visit and gave it to Amos. We brushed our teeth and kept glancing at each other in the mirror. It was hard to keep the toothpaste in my mouth with how much I smiled.
“Want some clothes to wear to bed?”
“Naked’s good with me.”
I grinned. “Me too.”
When I moved to my side of the bed, I noticed the time on the alarm clock on my nightstand. I climbed under the warm covers. “Hey, it’s after midnight. Merry Christmas.”
Amos leaned over and kissed me. He tasted of mint and promise. “Merry Christmas. This is the best Christmas ever.” He snuggled close.
I was half asleep by the time I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.
MAPLEWOOD MATTERS BLOG
DECEMBER 24
It’s rare for us to post this late at night. It’s also rare that we’re speechless.
[zoomed in photo of Amos and Mickey kissing, clearly taken from one of the dinner tables]
Who had the Brewers and Flynns actually being friends on their Bingo boards for this year? Not me! But you know what, I’m here for it. A friendly rivalry iswaymore fun than a mean one.
More to come, but I’m exhausted and full of delicious food. If you got any of this on video, please send it over, and we’ll post it with more detail tomorrow. Otherwise, tune intoGood Morning, USAin the morning to see what made it on air!
Merry Christmas!
THIRTY-SIX
AMOS
With my hands on my hips, I studied the folding table Dad had set up in my parents’ dining room that was full of sweet and savory snacks. I picked up the tray of frosted sugar cookies Mom made and swapped it for the dish of chocolate fudge Sage brought.
“Dude, you’re freaking out. It’s going to be fine.” Sage bumped their shoulder against mine. “This is literally the easiest ‘meet the parents’ ever. You got off easy.”
I turned toward them and raised my eyebrows. “Easy?How in the world do you come to that conclusion?” Okay, so maybe my voice had gone a little hysterical.
“They already know you and love our family. What could go wrong?”
“Don’t worry, kiddo. Joe’s been here plenty of times.” Dad slapped my back between my shoulder blades. The Santa hat he’d been wearing since I was young was looking a little worse for wear, even for something that lived in a box three hundred and sixty-four days a year.
The Brewers were expected to arrive soon for Christmas lunch. It was surreal to imagine they were coming over here. Both families. Together.On Christmas.
“Plenty of times? That’s going to take some getting used to,” I muttered.
Sage frowned. “You and me both. Anytime I had a friendly chat with Mickey at a festival planning meeting, I felt like a traitor.”
Our parents shared a look. We’d had a long family talk over coffee earlier. Sage was going to need some time to adapt to the revelation about the rivalry since they were the last to know. I felt terrible for not clueing them in. I’d offered to pick them up on the way to our parents, which gave us a chance to talk privately. They said they weren’t upset at all and wouldn’t have told me if the roles had been reversed, and if anything, they were relieved they didn’t have to carry on some rivalry legacy when they took over.
