The Positions of Love Box Set

Book 1: The Positions of Love-7

After the second week of December, time seemed to scurry away at the approaching chill of winter. Before Vic knew it, the evening of the company Christmas party arrived. Last year he’d gone by himself to the party and had had a miserable time, wishing he could’ve been with Matt instead. This year, he’d have Matt by his side, but he was still miserable at the thought of donning the Santa suit Morrison had given him to wear.

The red pants were baggy and way too long; Vic had to roll the waistband to keep from stepping on the bottom of the pant legs. The red coat with its white fur trim looked worn and moth-eaten, and the material itched wherever it touched Vic’s bare skin. When he put a long-sleeved T-shirt on beneath it, he started to sweat. “This f*****g sucks,” he announced.

He stood in his bedroom, the pants held up with one hand, the other fanning his flushed face. Matt lay on the bed in a pair of bright white briefs and an elegant button-down shirt. The top of the shirt was undone, exposing whorls of dark hair at the neck of Matt’s white undershirt, and a tie had been draped over his shoulders, waiting to be tied. Reaching out with one foot, he gave Vic’s ass a playful nudge and teased, “You look sexy in red.”

“Shut up,” Vic grumbled, but there was no malice in his voice. As he struggled to belt the pants into place, he asked silently, ::You think so?::

Matt’s toes curled in Vic’s pants and tugged, playful. ::I’ve been a good boy this year, Santa.:: Matt’s thought tickled into Vic’s mind like a lover’s gentle caress. ::What kind of present do you have for me?::

::Something sinful,:: Vic promised. He clamped down his thoughts before Matt could glimpse further into his mind and see he hadn’t yet bought his lover a Christmas gift. But if he wanted a little something now…

Giving up on the pants, Vic let them fall to the floor. In two stumbling steps, he crossed to the bed, then pulled down his underwear to moon his lover. “What about this?” he asked.

He anticipated Matt’s appreciative growl, but when his lover’s tongue licked between his buttocks, Vic gasped and fell sideways onto the bed. “Jesus,” he sighed. His legs spread wider, the Santa pants slipping off one ankle, as he granted Matt access to the trembling skin at the center of his being. “Warn a man next time, Matty, will you?”

His lover slapped his ass with a resounding smack! “Pull up your pants, Santa,” Matt said. On his knees behind Vic, he pressed his crotch to Vic’s ass—Vic felt the uncompromising erection hidden in those tight white briefs and found his own c**k stiffen in response. “They turn me on.”

Sliding off the bed, Vic stepped out of the pants, then out of his briefs, then pulled the pants back up over his bare butt. ::Where do you want me?:: he asked Matt.

With a laugh, his lover teased, “Obedient. I like that in a man.”

“Matty,” Vic warned. He wasn’t much for small talk during s*x. He wanted it hard, he wanted it rough, and he wanted it right now, damn it. “We don’t have much time…”

“Santa has all the time in the world,” Matt said. “He only comes once a year. You don’t want to rush something like that.”

Standing behind Vic, Matt guided him to the bed, which Vic climbed onto again with both knees this time, legs spread wide and pants held at his waist. Matt ran his fingers up under Vic’s Santa coat, tickling his ribs, then leaned against him as his arms encircled Vic’s waist. Easing his fingers between Vic’s, he grasped his lover’s hands in his, releasing the Santa pants. The back of the pants fell down, exposing Vic’s round ass, but the front tented beneath a thick erection that Matt grasped with both hands. Kissing Vic’s nape, Matt murmured, “Love you.”

“Please,” Vic replied.

Matt laughed, a breathy sound that energized Vic’s blood. Through the Santa pants, Matt stroked Vic’s erection, the itchy material rasping against his hard d**k. Behind him, he felt Matt’s own c**k prod his ass as if knocking to enter. Reading that thought, Matt humped against Vic, his cockhead bumping into him. “Let me in.”

Vic leaned forward, arching his back, his buttocks spreading in invitation. When Matt released his d**k, Vic took a moment to pull the pants down below his balls—the last thing he wanted were c*m stains in his lap, not when he had to wear these pants to the Christmas party. He felt his lover’s touch disappear, and Vic was all too aware of the fact that he knelt doggy-style on his bed with his ass in the air. “Matty? Sometime tonight.”

His lover’s teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on his inner thigh, causing Vic to growl with lust. Through their mental connection, his teeth still biting Vic’s skin, Matt told him, ::I’m coming.::

“Me too, in a minute.” Vic leaned on his left elbow as his right hand found a steady rhythm along his length. He pinched the tip of his own d**k, squeezed it hard, sending pleasure shooting through him. Thrusting into his fist, he moaned, “Matty—”

Cool fingers slick with lube trailed down the crack in his ass, then circled his tight, hot hole, rimming him, before easing inside. Vic bucked against the hand, eager to feel his lover in him. Matt spread his fingers apart, working Vic wider. “Yes,” Vic sighed. The word echoed through him into Matt and back again, verbal and mental at the same time. “Yes, yes.”

The arrow-shaped head of Matt’s c**k pressed against Vic’s quivering hole. “Yes,” he sighed again, rocking back on his knees to pierce himself on his lover’s shaft. Matt’s length filled him like a spark that blazed from the tip of his d**k and struck against Vic’s prostate as if trying to set his whole body ablaze. Vic rocked back, harder, meeting Matt thrust for thrust, until the c**k in him seemed to catch fire and ignited his blood. “Yes,” Vic cried, clutching at the bed sheets with one hand as he jerked his own d**k in frenzied desire. “Yes, yes, YES.”

At the last moment Matt shoved in as far as he could and came deep within Vic. The hot rush of semen filled him like a wildfire, racing through his veins, burning in his core. Vic’s orgasm ripped through him, slicking his hand with thick spunk. When Matt pulled free, he kissed the tender, swollen flesh between Vic’s buttocks, then moved lower, between Vic’s spread legs, to kiss the back of his balls.

Then, lying down on his back between Vic’s legs, Matt kissed his way along Vic’s wilting erection, over Vic’s hands, his stomach, his chest. As Matt wriggled farther onto the bed, Vic clamped his knees on either side of Matt’s waist, pinning his lover beneath him. As those lips kissed their way up Vic’s neck to finally land on his mouth, Vic murmured into them, “Love you.”