Who said they couldn’t have sex twice today?
Spencer knelt behind Patrick and kissed his neck, tasting his hot, salty skin. Patrick moaned in response - still the sexiest sound known to man in Spencer’s opinion. It scrambled his circuits and made him hungry for more. His hands traveled down Patrick’s torso to his jeans. Fortunately, Patrick wasn’t wearing a belt, allowing him to yank down his pants in one swift move, exposing his glorious ass and tight hole. The box of knicknacks Patrick leaned against rattled from the movement.
“Spencer, yes. Fuck me,” Patrick sputtered out when Spencer slapped his ass.
Spencer passed Patrick a fall pillow embroidered with a black cat and pumpkin that had yet to be packed. He pushed his head onto the pillow so Patrick’s body was bent up like a triangle, his ass fully in the air. Spencer licked his warm opening.
A muffled moan came from the pillow.
“You like that, Baby?”
Patrick let out a muffled moan of agreement.
Spencer tongued his hole, pressing inside him and let Patrick’s musk envelop him as his boyfriend quivered with need under his touch. God, he wanted to devour Patrick in a million different ways, wanted to be the one to make him lose control. Patrick was organized and strict when it came to celebrating holidays, but Spencer loved how under his touch, he could completely unravel.
Spencer whipped off his own sweater and shoved a free hand down his pants to stroke his achingly hard cock. He could’ve come right then and there, soaking his boxers.
“One moment.” He kissed Patrick’s head.
Spencer ran to the bedroom for supplies. He stripped off his pants, his thick cock jutting out from his stark naked body. When he returned to the living room, he found Patrick in the same position, but a red blanket with white trim fanning out underneath him. He looked over his shoulder, his clever grin warming Spencer’s heart.
“I found the tree skirt,” Patrick said.
“Is it kosher to mix holidays? Having sex with you on a tree skirt with your head on a fall pillow?”
“There are exceptions to every rule.”
Fuck the rules. Spencer was so horny for his boyfriend he couldn’t see straight. He slipped on the condom, slicked then up, and disappeared his cock into Patrick’s sweet ass.
Patrick gasped beneath him. He was still getting used to taking all of Spencer, but he seemed to love the challenge.
“You okay?” Spencer asked.
“Yes. Want it so bad,” Patrick said into the pillow before pushing it aside and propping himself on his hands in a classic doggy style position.
Spencer rubbed his hands all over Patrick’s back as he fucked him, the sound of skin on skin filling the apartment. Would things always be this great? Spencer believed so. Each day was a new high, a new way that his heart expanded to let Patrick in.
He felt Patrick clench around his cock. Need pulsated under his skin. Spencer pulled him up straight so his chest was flush against Patrick’s back. He dragged his fingers through Patrick’s hair, then down his pert nose, over his soft lips, and down to his neck pulsing with heat, memorizing each part with his hand.
“Patrick” he whispered against his ear.
His boyfriend stroked himself wildly, his cock red and engorged, his head falling back onto his shoulder, his body barely able to stay upright, his cheeks tightening on Spencer’s dick.
Patrick choked for air, desperate and shaking. Every time he watched Patrick completely lose it on the verge of exploding, Spencer became more intrigued by the idea of bottoming one of these days. Maybe for Christmas.
Patrick grabbed Spencer’s hand and squeezed it against his chest as spurts of hot come shot across the hardwood floor. It sent Spencer over the edge, unloading into his condom seconds later.
As he caught his breath, Patrick collapsed onto the tree skirt. Spencer climbed on top of him and pecked his lips softly, the glow of the waning winter sun lighting Patrick green eyes aglow.
“I can’t believe you came without any candles lit.” Spencer cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I…” Patrick filled his lungs with a big gulp of air. “I need a minute to catch my breath, and then I’ll have a witty retort for you.”
No retort was needed. They sprawled out on the tree skirt, taking in the silence together.
After getting showered and dressed, and taking the tree skirt down to the laundry room, they resumed decorating for Christmas and packing up fall.
Spencer picked up two boxes of fall decor stacked in the corner of the living room and brought them into the bedroom, where they’d go underneath Patrick’s bed until August. A wave of melancholy hit him as he shoved them under the bed. He remembered carrying these stinking boxes up three flights of stairs in the heart of summer, not knowing what he was getting himself into with his new neighbor. Fall had brought them together. Well, fall, a broken foot, and blazing hot sexual chemistry.
