All 6'2" of his lover was sprawled across the living room floor
on his back. Their Christmas tree tilted against the wall. Tinsel and ornaments were scattered over the
floor. Link’s forearm covered his eyes.
"Are you OK?" Wes asked cautiously.
"What happened?"
Link held his hand out to Wes stating matter of factly, "Lucky
happened.” Link's dark eyes zeroed in on
his brat. “He was climbing through the
tree when I came in,” he told Wes. “I
slipped on something and fell when I tried to catch him. I guess me falling scared him. The little bugger jumped out of the tree and
ran up the stairs.”
"How did he get in the
house?" Wes innocently asked knowing the raccoon shouldn’t have been able
to get in their home if all the doors and windows were closed. He reached to pull his man to his feet, but
found himself jerked down and across Link’s powerful chest instead.
"You tell me, babe," Link chuckled as he smacked his
captive’s butt. “I know I didn’t ask him
in for cookies and milk.”
Wes couldn't help grinning. “Heck,
I don’t know, T-man,” he answered. “I’m
sure the place was shut up tight. Maybe
he thinks he’s Santa and came down the chimney.”
“Oh, little boy, didn’t you just run into the house,” Link asked as
he squeezed the firm ass under his hand, “without having to open the kitchen
door?”
“Shit,” Wes groaned and dropped his forehead on Link’s powerful
chest, “I guess I didn’t shut it when I went out, um, to feed the critters.”
Link wrapped his arms around his brat and rolled the two of them
over so Wes was under him. He raised up
on him hands so he could look into the pair of smoldering green eyes below
him. “No, I guess you didn’t, babe,” he
murmured, dropping his head to nuzzle Wes’s neck.
Wes moaned as his T-man sucked and nibbled his sensitive flesh. His hands seemed to move on their own, up his
lover’s broad back until they felt Link’s ponytail. He pulled the binding loose, letting the soft
dark tresses fall over them as their lips finally came together.
Link broke the kiss and raised his head when he heard the raccoon
chirping. Both men looked into the
kitchen and saw Lucky ambling across the pine floor. He turned back toward them and sat down with
a huff. He cocked his head, covered his
masked with his little paws, and chattered at the men in what could only be
described as disgust. Then the raccoon
turned and scampered out the kitchen door.
Link rose to his feet pulling Wes with him. “Upstairs boy,” he ordered his brat with a
slap to his ass.
Wes broke for the stairs but stopped when his lover didn’t follow
him. He turned back to question Link,
“Aren’t you coming, T-man?”
“Yeah,” Link laughed, “just as soon as I shut the kitchen door. Now get up those stairs and get naked, boy.”
