**As promised, here’s the second episode in Garrett and Andrew’s continuing saga. Let’s join them as they finish decorating the tree. Oh and also? NSFW!!**
“Tell me about this one.”
I chuckled but didn’t turn from where I was hanging an intricate glass snowflake on one of the upper branches. “Not every one has a story,” I said gently. I loved that Andrew was asking. He’d really done his best to get into the spirit of decorating the tree. Mostly that entailed him unwrapping ornaments and handing them to me to hang on the tree. And once I told him the stories surrounding the first couple of ornaments, he’d asked after each one.
“I bet this one does though,” he said, and I heard the amusement in his tone. I turned to see which one he had, and a grin broke out on my face.
My name spelled out in polymer clay, each letter a different color of the rainbow. The G was a little fatter than the rest of the letters, and the last T was a bit off kilter. The ribbon hanging between the two R’s was tattered but still strong, yellowed with age and no longer the pristine white it had once been. I took it reverently from Andrew’s fingers and turned to place it gently on the tree, front and center, in it’s usual place of honor.
“My mom made me that one,” I said, tracing the letters with a finger. “I was ten. She was trying to let me know it was okay to tell them who I was.”
Andrew’s arms slid around my waist, and he pressed a kiss on my temple even as he snugged me back against his chest. “Do you get your love of Christmas from her?”
I blinked. Not the question I’d been expecting. But I knew Andrew was still working on being comfortable with a family that was so accepting. It was a foreign concept, one he had no first hand knowledge of, and I had to be patient while he made peace with it. I settled back against him and answered him.
“Actually, no. Mom likes the holidays just fine. But my utter love of all things Christmas came from my dad.”
Andrew let out a startled laugh, and I could tell what he was thinking even before he spoke. “Stoic, grumpy Garrett Senior loves Christmas?”
I turned my head far enough so I could see his face, and then gave him a huge grin. “Oh yeah. Not that he says it out loud or anything. But Dad’s the one that taught me decorating the tree so early, decorating everything that stands still actually. Dad’s the one that will be playing Christmas music from now until Christmas Day. And don’t even get me started on his movie collection.”
Andrew was completely nonplussed. It was all over his face. I did my best to rein in my mirth. I didn’t want him to think I was laughing at him. Instead, I pulled out of his embrace, then took his hand and tugged him back a few steps so that we could see the entire tree. I let out a deep, content sigh. It was beautiful, and I loved the way it looked in the corner of our small but cozy living room.
“Looks pretty damn good,” Andrew murmured. He slid his hand up over my shoulder and into my hair, and I all but melted. It was gorgeous, and I was so happy. But what made it so beautiful, what made this tree so special, was that we had done it together.
“You know,” I began, turning into him until I could straddle his thigh. I bit my lip as I looked up at him through my lashes. “I’ve always had this fantasy.”
He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose, and I watched as his pupils dilated, the black swallowing up the brown. He grabbed onto my waist and pulled me in closer. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice dipping lower. I fought a shiver. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
There were about a dozen things I could have said. I could have made the words sweet and flowery. Made it seem like it was a celebration or a necessity. But I couldn’t think when he was looking at me like that, so I went with the bald truth. “I’ve always wanted to get fucked on the floor, next to a lit up Christmas tree, by the man I love.”
Like magic, I was naked, and an equally naked Andrew was biting at my lips at the same time he was trying to guide me down to lay on the rug by the tree. It was a more difficult task than he envisioned, I think, because I had to shoo him off to get lube in order to get the job done. He ran, and when he returned, I was spread out and wanting, my knees drawn up and showing everything off. Andrew’s moan was deep and heartfelt. He pounced, his kisses devouring and powerful, even as he pushed slick fingers into my body. I wasn’t usually a passive lover, but all I could do was spread my knees wider and take it. I loved it when he got growly and aggressive, but it was made even better by the sparkling multi-colored and white lights on the gorgeous tree.
But the tree couldn’t hold my interest for long. Not with Andrew methodically fingering my hole, making me whimper and whine and damn near beg for it to be his cock instead. Finally, he took pity on me, and moved between my legs, hooking one arm underneath my knee and positioning us just right. I felt the head of his dick bump against my hole, then push ever so slightly without breaching me. I whined in the back of my throat, and Andrew gripped my hair in his fist, then tugged and turned my head so I could see nothing but the tree.
With one long, forceful thrust, he slid into my body and I just howled.
Andrew’s rhythm was solid and quick right from the start. Every time I tried to turn my head to look at him, he tightened his grip on my hair. I scrambled for purchase, my fingers digging into his shoulders, arms, and hips. Anything I could get a hold of. Andrew knew how to play my body, and he knew all the best spots. He could have me whining and begging for hours, drawing out our pleasure, until I nearly exploded with my release. That didn’t seem to be his goal tonight. Instead, he went right for the angle he knew would drive me wild, and that coupled with the hair pulling and the tree, I was ready to come embarrassingly fast. I tried to hold it back, but Andrew grabbed onto my cock with a sure grip, rubbed his thumb on my frenulum at the same time he thrust in hard and growled at me.
I was a goner.
My entire body contracted as I came, shooting spurt after spurt of cum all over his hand and both our stomachs. I was helpless as the orgasm racked my body, but as soon as I had my wits back, I squeezed my ass muscles at the same time I wiggled my hips. Andrew had been close already, and that was enough to throw him over. I held him as he shook and came, and then pulled him on top of me so he would stay in my ass when he was done.
I kissed his sweaty hair, his ear, his neck. He nuzzled and kissed right back. When he started to go soft, he reached down and touched my hole as he slid out so he could feel his cum on my skin. It was something he’d done ever since the first time we’d gone bare; the night he’d moved in. I spread my legs as far as they would go so he’d have plenty of time to play.
“I love you,” I murmured, then gasped as he slid his fingers into my tender ass.
“I know. I love you too.” Suddenly he looked up, and a grin bloomed on his lips. “Decorating the tree was the best idea we ever had.”
I could do nothing but laugh, and pull him close.