own.
James' cock responded despite the cold. He didn't have time to protest. Bram's hovering lips sealed over his own. He was kissed slowly and thoroughly, a languid exploration of his mouth that left him very more breathless then the sled ride had.
The snow that had worked it's way down his jeans began to melt and a slow stream of freezing wetness divided it's efforts between soaking into his pants and trickling down the crack in his ass. The sensation was foreign, uncomfortable and oddly exotic and arousing.
His cock strained against the confines of his jeans and boxers, hard as the icicles hanging from the tree limbs. A shaft that gave the nearby tree limbs some competition rubbed between his legs and over leisurely his cock.
Locking his gaze on Bram's, James felt his heart slid up into his throat at the expression of sheer desire and love on Bram's face. Laying in the snow, surrounded by the soft morning light, the sound of the birds and the shushed fall of new snow, James felt a sense of peace and security descend around him. He knew he'd never been loved by anyone else the way Bram loved him, cared for him, and understood him. This was what finding true love was really like. He felt his heart and soul locked onto Bram's and they were bound forever in this single, shushed moment on this isolated park hillside. It was exhilarating and sexy as hell.
“Want to do it again?”
Bram's word startled James. He had to swallow past the lump of emotion in his throat before he could push down his arousal and answer.
“I don't know. That was a hell of a rough ride down the hill.” James stroked his gloved palms over Bram's shoulders, hungry to touch the man anyway he could. He chuckled, arching his back to shift the snow still packed under his butt travel down his cheeks and bring their groins into closer contact. “I'm not sure it's worth the bruises.”
Bram smirked, kissed the tip of James' chin and the corner of his mouth, a light seductive touch. “Okay.” He let his words tumble into James' parted, waiting mouth. “Then how about I take you home and give you a different kind of rough ride?” Bram kissed James quickly then tugged at James' pouty, lower lip with his teeth. He released it then let his stare go sultry and heated. “ I promise any bruises you get will be worth the ride.”
James' pulse rocketed and his cock jerked just from the intensity of Bram's gaze. Breathing got a little hard along with his shaft. James laced his hands behind Bram's neck and pulled his lover down for a searing kiss. When he was done, Bram was panting and James could barely huff out his answer. “You're on, Cowboy.”
James let Bram pull him to his feet, and dust him off. Against James' better judgment, they retrieved the evil snow tube for future excursions and then walked back up the hill holding hands.
James kept glancing up at Bram as they walked. He couldn't take his gaze off the man, suddenly overwhelmed with the sure knowledge that this man was his -- his lover, his partner, and the owner of his soul. It was the best Christmas gift James had ever gotten. It has had arrived unannounced, unwrapped and unexpectedly.
Christmas did come everyday of the year, at least everyday he and Bram were together. James hoped that was for a very, very long time.
End.
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James' cock responded despite the cold. He didn't have time to protest. Bram's hovering lips sealed over his own. He was kissed slowly and thoroughly, a languid exploration of his mouth that left him very more breathless then the sled ride had.
The snow that had worked it's way down his jeans began to melt and a slow stream of freezing wetness divided it's efforts between soaking into his pants and trickling down the crack in his ass. The sensation was foreign, uncomfortable and oddly exotic and arousing.
His cock strained against the confines of his jeans and boxers, hard as the icicles hanging from the tree limbs. A shaft that gave the nearby tree limbs some competition rubbed between his legs and over leisurely his cock.
Locking his gaze on Bram's, James felt his heart slid up into his throat at the expression of sheer desire and love on Bram's face. Laying in the snow, surrounded by the soft morning light, the sound of the birds and the shushed fall of new snow, James felt a sense of peace and security descend around him. He knew he'd never been loved by anyone else the way Bram loved him, cared for him, and understood him. This was what finding true love was really like. He felt his heart and soul locked onto Bram's and they were bound forever in this single, shushed moment on this isolated park hillside. It was exhilarating and sexy as hell.
“Want to do it again?”
Bram's word startled James. He had to swallow past the lump of emotion in his throat before he could push down his arousal and answer.
“I don't know. That was a hell of a rough ride down the hill.” James stroked his gloved palms over Bram's shoulders, hungry to touch the man anyway he could. He chuckled, arching his back to shift the snow still packed under his butt travel down his cheeks and bring their groins into closer contact. “I'm not sure it's worth the bruises.”
Bram smirked, kissed the tip of James' chin and the corner of his mouth, a light seductive touch. “Okay.” He let his words tumble into James' parted, waiting mouth. “Then how about I take you home and give you a different kind of rough ride?” Bram kissed James quickly then tugged at James' pouty, lower lip with his teeth. He released it then let his stare go sultry and heated. “ I promise any bruises you get will be worth the ride.”
James' pulse rocketed and his cock jerked just from the intensity of Bram's gaze. Breathing got a little hard along with his shaft. James laced his hands behind Bram's neck and pulled his lover down for a searing kiss. When he was done, Bram was panting and James could barely huff out his answer. “You're on, Cowboy.”
James let Bram pull him to his feet, and dust him off. Against James' better judgment, they retrieved the evil snow tube for future excursions and then walked back up the hill holding hands.
James kept glancing up at Bram as they walked. He couldn't take his gaze off the man, suddenly overwhelmed with the sure knowledge that this man was his -- his lover, his partner, and the owner of his soul. It was the best Christmas gift James had ever gotten. It has had arrived unannounced, unwrapped and unexpectedly.
Christmas did come everyday of the year, at least everyday he and Bram were together. James hoped that was for a very, very long time.
End.
***
Laura Baumbach is the author of A Bit of Rough. Take 10% off from now 'til 12-27-06, by entering advent122206 in the checkout process.
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