Smutty Advent - Day 13

Day 13

Damon ordered pizza, beer, breadsticks and enough nachos to choke a horse. There. Christmas eve supper and leftovers. Perfection.

The front door opened and closed, Joe coming in, peeling off layers. “Damn, it smells good in here. Nice and warm, too. It’s a bitch outside.” Joe’s gaze found him, his lover smiling as soon as Joe saw him.

“You manage to get off?” They’d worked hard and they were all going to be home for a whole fucking week. At least that was the plan.

“Shit, no, I was waiting to come home to get off.” Joe winked at him, and guffawed. Then he nodded. “I did. I’m pretty sure Erik got it off too. I don’t know about Tork, though, that task force keeps him fucking busy.”

“Tork did it. He called earlier. He’s at the store, doing his last bits of shopping.”

“Fucking A.” Joe came right over to the couch and straddled him, clothes full of the cold from outside. “So it’s going to be a merry fucking Christmas to all of us. I think you and I should go ahead and get a headstart on the merry fucking part.”

“We have half an hour before the pizza arrives, stud. Let’s get it on.” Never let it be said he didn’t know what he needed.

“Oh, I can blow your mind in a half an hour.” Joe began pulling off his clothes. “I could even do it with Christmas bells on.”

“Jingle balls, jingle balls.”

***

Tork drove up into the drive at the big house and got out. He began grabbing bags out of the back seat, hoping he didn't need help bringing them in -- it was too easy to see things you shouldn't if you were helping to bring the presents in. He'd been terribly last minute with the shopping, apologizing to all the clerks for being in the stores last minute. It couldn't be helped, though, he'd been working until nearly four, making sure he was all set for a whole damn week off.

A whole week with his men. And at home instead of at the cottage. How fucking amazing was that?

He managed to get all his packages in his hands - he'd have to come out for the groceries in the trunk later - and he closed the car door with his hip.

"Hey, Santa," Erik called, walking up the drive. "You need a hand?"

"That'd be awesome. There's groceries in the trunk."

Erik laughed when he opened the trunk. "You don't think someone already bought a turkey?"

Tork snorted. "Ten to one odds we're having pizza tonight and Damon ordered enough for leftovers tomorrow."

Erik shook his head. "That's a sucker bet."

They went in together, the house warm and bright, low moans sounding from the living room. Oh good, everyone was home now and the festivities had already begun. He couldn't wait to join in.

This living together thing rocked. Sure it was the official day tomorrow, but it kind of felt like Christmas every day to him.

Damon, Joe, Tork and Erik are from the Drawing Straws series.

The series links are:

Resplendence Publishing

All Romance Ebooks

Amazon

Smutterday!

First Saturday of the new year, it seems only right that Smutterday returns!

Today's smutty snippet is from Drawing Straws: Tork, which is coming out with Resplendence Publishing on January 14! Erik and Joe are the first two in the series.

Damon, Erik, Joe and Tork are back at their secret cabin for the weekend, but they all have more on their minds than spending the weekend fucking.

With Damon sick, his three lovers have rallied around, using sick days and time owing to make sure Damon is covered twenty-four-seven as he goes through chemo and recovery in his attempt to battle cancer. Only halfway through four rounds of chemo, Damon nonetheless has insisted they keep their quarterly ‘date’.

Even though they are there at Damon’s request, will the men be able to concentrate on picking a bottom and using him well? Or will they all be too distracted by real life to let loose and play?

Smutty Snippet: 

“Hey honey! We’re home!” Erik called out. He had Damon in his arms, cradling the dark, skinny body as they came through the front door.

Tork met them there, sliding his hand gently over Damon’s bald head. He had a kiss for Erik, another one for Joe, and the gentlest of brushes of his lips across Damon’s.

Damon smiled for him, eyes red but twinkling. “Hey, gorgeous. I made it.”

“You did. And you’ve got the prime position of being in our Viking god’s arms.” He gently touched Damon’s cheek.

“I know, right?” Damon looked so happy to be here, smiling through those cracked lips. “Good to be home.”

That look, the sweet smile, those told Tork right there that, hard as the trip up might have been on Damon, coming here was the right decision.

“Yeah. I brought the big chair into the kitchen and set it up at the table for eating. And the chicken is almost ready to come off the grill.” 

Erik took Damon over to the chair, sat with him. Meanwhile, Joe pushed into Tork’s arms, kissing him like a desperate man. He took it and kissed back, his arms wrapping around the tight, hot body. 

Oh, fuck. Yes. This was what he needed. Heat. Passion. Pure need.

If he could tire his body out, maybe his brain would stop rabbiting for a while.

Joe pushed him up against the wall and he let it happen, let that studly son of a bitch rub against him like they were going to catch on fire.

“Need you. Touch me. Now,” Joe demanded.

Tork didn’t need a second invitation and he wormed his fingers into Joe’s waistband, tugging the t-shirt out and pushing it up over Joe’s head. 

Then Joe grabbed the back of his head and dragged him in, the kiss fierce. Yanking Joe’s jeans down, he got a hold of the fat, hard cock, meeting Joe’s need with a passion of his own and not holding back a bit.

If Damon needed anything, Erik would take care of him until he and Joe were done. Right now, he needed to bury himself in this passion, in these sensations.

Joe’s fingers worked at his clothes and Tork didn’t bother helping. He was too busy.

“Save the chicken, ‘rik, huh?” Damon was laughing.

Tork looked over at Damon as Erik got up to go out the back, feeling a little wild. “You want us to stop?” Okay, so he would stop if he had to. Totally and without hesitation.

“Fuck no. You’re beautiful. Make each other come for me.” Damon grinned at him, that smile so lovely. “This is the best kind of porn.”

“It’s a hard job, but somebody’s got to do it.” Tork offered Damon a wink with the words, knowing it would make their lover laugh. 

Joe groaned and grabbed him close, shutting him up with another no holds barred kiss as Damon laughed for him.

Joe drove against his thigh, pushing hard and fast and Tork got his own pants open one-handed, the other firmly on Joe’s ass, which clenched and rolled under his touch.

Soon as his own cock was out, he repositioned Joe so they were rubbing together, then encouraged that ass to work harder, faster.

“Make me shoot. Make me feel it.” He slapped Joe’s ass, hard.

Sean

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