Brogan leaned in, lips near Archie’s ear. “You’re beautiful when you stop bracing for impact.”
Archie’s fingers curled tighter around Brogan’s. “You make it easy.”
A stupid flutter overtook Brogan’s heart. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just let the music carry them. Archie’s head rested against his shoulder.Yeah, this. This is what Christmas should feel like.
Not cold shoulders. Not pretending to be someone you’re not. Just warmth. Just truth. Just two guys dancing in a club far from Foggy Basin, finding something real in the middle of the noise.When the dance was over, they went home and got closer.
As soon as they entered the home, the Christmas tree lights turned on, and the Christmas music played. They removed their jackets and boots and raced to the living room. Molly and Pasha were asleep in front of the fireplace.The living room glowed with soft amber light from the Christmas tree, its ornaments catching flickers of color like tiny stained-glass windows. Archie was already tugging at the hem of his sweater, laughing as static made his hair stand up.
They moved slowly, not rushed, just shedding layers like they were shaking off the day. Socks flopped onto the rug. Jeans were peeled down with lazy effort. The room felt warmer now, not just from the heat but from the way Archie looked at him, like he’d been waiting for this moment all week.
Brogan’s shirt landed on the arm of the couch. Archie followed. They stood there for a minute, bare-chested, toes curling into the plush carpet, the scent of pine thick in the air.
“Are we going to get completely naked?” Brogan asked.
Archie nodded, stepping closer. “Why not?”
“You sure?” Brogan asked.
Archie nodded, stepping closer. “I’m not cold. Are you?”
Brogan shook his head with a playboy grin.
“Thought so.”
Brogan reached out, brushing a thumb along Archie’s jaw, and thought,this is what home feels like. Not the tree, not the lights—just this quiet, shared space between them.
They both pushed their underwear down and with a swift motion, kicked them off.
“What do you want to do now?” Brogan asked.
“Can I suck you in front of the Christmas tree?”Archie asked with a playful tone and a slight grin on his face.
“That sounds fun.”
“I want to make you happy tonight.”
“You already make me happy. But give it a go, though,”Brogan said, emphasizing his Irish brogue.
“Stand in front of the tree.”
Brogan moved to the tree, the silence broken only by his footsteps, and then spread his legs.
Archie dropped to his knees; lips closed tightly around the base of Brogan’s shaft. As he deep throated him, he gently caressed Brogan’s balls in both hands and forced himself to look up into Brogan’s blue eyes. Archie swirled his tongue aroundBrogan’s plump head while his hands massaged the heavy scrotum. Archie was perfect in so many ways, and what he was doing right now made Brogan moan in pure bliss.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it…Oh, fuck, yeah.” Brogan enjoyed every sucking movement.
With a slow tilt of his head, Archie kept his gaze locked on Brogan, never breaking eye contact. Brogan loved looking at him since he made him feel so good.
Archie swirled his tongue around Brogan’s plump head while his hands massaged the heavy scrotum. Archie was perfect in so many ways, and what he was doing right now made Brogan moan in pure bliss.
“There you go, babe, so good. Suck it all.”
Archie continued to suck him, using his hand to make up for the inches he couldn’t swallow.
“Lovely tongue. I like the way you use it.”
Archie kissed his balls like he was worshipping them. With Archie sucking him in front of the Christmas tree, Brogan thought of the memories being created every time they were in the living room with or without the tree. Bogan loved Archie taking over like this—something Archie rarely attempted, and always leaving everything up to Bogan.
