“Yeah, that makes sense,” Will said.
“Well,” Char started, “you could always try out the bed before that. Perhaps an early Christmas present?” She waggled her eyebrows.
“You’re a goof, you know that, right?” Tom laughed.
“Hey, I just want my best friend to get some before the holidays!” Char replied.
“Actually,” Tom continued, heat rising in his cheeks, “Will and I have already talked about it, and we’re planning a little New Year’s Eve celebration at the apartment. Just the two of us.”
“Whoop!” Char exclaimed. “That sounds perfect.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Will
It wasthe day before Christmas Eve. They had fixed a simple dinner in Tom’s kitchen and eaten burgers and Caesar salad at the small dining table. Even though Tom hadn’t moved in yet, he and Will were spending more time at the apartment while they were still on their holiday break.
“You know, just because we agreed to wait until New Year’s Eve to take this to the next level doesn’t mean we can’t still do other stuff.” Will stared deeply into Tom’s emerald eyes. Up until now, they’d made out a few times, had even exchanged blow jobs on more than one occasion, and had agreed that they were ready to move forward. Once Tom decided to move to the new place just before the end of the year, they made the decision to christen the new apartment—and the bed—on New Year’s Eve.
“What did you have in mind?” The glint in Tom’s eye told Will that he was enjoying the banter between them way too much.
“We probably should test out the new mattress and box spring to make sure everything holds up okay with the two of us on the bed.” Will grinned. “After all, we wouldn’t want to go crashing to the floor at a crucial moment.”
“That’s actually a very good idea,” Tom agreed. “C’mon, we can clean up later.” Tom reached for Will’s hand and led him to the bedroom.
Will took the lead, kissing Tom as he ran his hands down Tom’s back, cupping his ass firmly. Will felt Tom’s tongue seeking entrance, and he parted his lips and deepened the kiss.
“Really want you,” Tom panted, breaking the kiss and reaching for the hem of Will’s sweatshirt.
That was all the encouragement Will needed, and they quickly helped each other undress until they stood at the foot of the bed clad only in boxer briefs, navy for Will and dark gray for Tom. Their excitement was evident, bulges straining at thin fabric. Will pulled Tom to him, rubbing their crotches together as they kissed passionately.
They maneuvered onto the bed, Tom straddling Will as they kissed and frotted against each other.
“Still too many clothes,” Tom moaned, running his hands down Will’s furry chest. Grabbing the waistband of Will’s shorts, he pulled them over his ass and down his legs until Will lay before him, completely naked. Shucking off his own briefs, he climbed back on top of Will, reversing his body so that they could suck each other.
Will worked his way up and down Tom’s rigid shaft, sucking and nipping along the way. He licked Tom’s hirsute balls, then ran his tongue along Tom’s taint and circled his hole. Will inhaled deeply, his nostrils filling with the scent of Tom’s musk and a faint citrus blend that Will now knew was Tom’s body wash. The heady aroma excited Will, and he began to suck eagerly on Tom’s cock.
His own dick was being laved and stroked, sucked and licked, working him into a frenzy. A few more seconds like that, and he knew he was a goner.
“Gonna come!” he nearly shouted, then completely engulfed Tom’s cock with his lips and tongue. His orgasm overtook him, nearly causing him to black out as Tom sucked him dry. He no sooner finished then Tom’s cum hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed quickly, not wanting to spill any of Tom’s essence.
As their breathing slowed, they lapped at any stray cum, and Tom flipped around so that he was facing Will. They kissed, tasting themselves on each other’s tongues.
“That was pretty intense,” Tom whispered.
“Well, the bed survived,” Will said. “At least this time. We might need to try again just to be sure.”
“I think that’s a very good idea,” Tom agreed, smiling.
Will wokein his own bed on Christmas Eve morning. Even though he and Tom had napped after last evening’s “testing of the bed,” he wouldn’t stay over until next week, when Tom officially moved into his new place for New Year’s Eve. Aromas of coffee and cinnamon hit Will’s nose, and he rose, tempted by the scent of his mom’s French toast casserole. That, along with some crispy bacon, was a Christmas Eve tradition. As he entered the kitchen, his sister Melissa walked in the back door.
“Hey, sis.” Will hugged her in greeting. “Merry Christmas Eve.”
“You too, Will,” she replied. Ever since their dad had died, back when Will was just twelve, they had put more emphasis on Christmas Eve. For some reason, their dad preferred it overChristmas Day, so the family continued to celebrate on the eve in memory of their dad and husband.
“Breakfast smells delicious, Mom,” Will told Emily.
“You say that every year.”
