It was early November, and as with every year, Doug and Jack were arguing, playfully, about whether Christmas decorations go up before Thanksgiving or after. Doug knew he'd win; he always did when it came to Christmas. It was his thing; he loved everything about it. But each year, they had the same argument. Jack wanted to wait until after Thanksgiving to decorate but, come November 1
st
, Doug was ready to go.
It was never a heated argument, and Jack knew the decorations were going up, but he still put up a fight, mostly for the makeup sex. And this year was no different. It was November 9
th
, when Doug started to bring bins down from the attic, while Jack stood at the bottom of the stairs and glowered. Putting on his sternest face to show his disapproval.
It was the third trip, carrying down a storage bin of decorations, that did Doug in; he managed to trip on his own feet, and he tumbled down the last few steps, the bin spilling across the foyer. Jack was at his side in a moment, he was struggling to hide the laughter while he helped Doug to his feet.
"See, now, you're rushing to get things down, instead of taking your time and you nearly kill your damn self." Jack dusted Doug off and then bent to pick up the spilled ornaments. This bin had been filled with vintage wooden and tin pieces, that were now spread across the foyer. Jack could see a biplane, a small copper lantern, a few wooden Santas and other pieces that had spilled across the floor. He was bent over with several pieces in hand when Doug slapped his ass.
"Hey, now," Jack cried as he stood up, the pieces he'd collected dropping back to the floor.
"That's for laughing at me," Doug offered.
Jack turned, stepped up to Doug. He leaned up and kissed him. "Did I hurt your feelings, more than your ass hitting the floor," he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.
"You bastard, I'll hurt your ass." Doug snarled and pushed them into the living room, where they knocked against the two other bins Doug had placed, knocking them over and spilling their contents. Wrapped around each other, they crashed down onto the sofa, locked in a deep kiss. The sofa shifted under them, and they ended up sliding to the floor. They didn't seem to notice but they continued pulling clothes off each other. Naked they rolled into the coffee table, which halted their spin. Doug moved down, working his way down Jack's body. He sucked Jack's cock into his mouth, relishing the big head as it pushed into his throat.
Jack moaned, happily, and placed his hands on Doug's head, guiding and holding him in place. Doug needed neither as he worked his tongue around the swollen head, causing Jack to moan louder.
Pulling off Jack's cock, Doug worked his way back up Jack's body, kissing and licking as he went. Reaching Jack's lips, he locked his own onto them and split them with his tongue. He reached down and lifted Jack's left leg, then his right, up onto his own back. Positioned now, he pushed his cock into Jack's ass.
"Woah," Jacked cried out, "You're not going in dry."
"I'm not dry," Doug said then leaned back and pushed forward. Jack howled and Doug's head pierced his ass. Doug paused, looked down into Jack's eyes. He could see the strain on Jack's face, and he paused. Doug leaned down and kissed Jack again, then pulled back and watched Jack's face to catch that moment that resistance becomes acceptance. It took almost two minutes of paired breathing before Doug saw that moment. And when he did, he pushed forward, his cock sinking slowly into Jack's ass. He bottomed out, feeling his balls rest against Jack's ass.
He paused again and rested with his cock buried in Jack. He reached up with his hands and placed one on either side of Jack's chest, lifting his body. From that angle, he looked down and then slowly pulled his cock our of Jack's ass. He withdrew until just the head remained in Jack, then just as slowly pushed forward again. Jack bucked up trying to encourage Doug to move faster.
"Fuck me," he moaned. Doug moved a bit faster, moving down as Jack bucked up, but still taking his time. With each down stroke, Doug sped up until he was slamming into Jack. As their bodies slapped together, the clap of flesh on flesh echoed through the living room. Jack reached down and stroked his rock-hard cock. Doug's cock always hit him in the right spot when he was on his back. He stroked feverishly, knowing he wasn't going to last long, and Doug was right there with him. Jack's breath came in gasps as he neared his own orgasm.
Doug worked harder, driving his cock into Jack, feeding his need. He felt his load rising but he wanted to see Jack cum before he let his own load go. Jack was in his own world, lost in the sensation in his ass and the sensitivity of his cock head as his hand pumped against it.
He couldn't hold it and didn't even try, his load shot up and across his belly. And Doug watched each pulse paint Jack then emptied his own load into Jack's ass, he groaned with relief. Then his arms gave out and he collapsed down on top of Jack. And for some odd reason the smell of cocoa and peppermint filled the room. Doug leaned up, sniffed and was just about to ask Jack if he smelled it but, just then there was a loud crash from the foyer and then some very chaste cursing.
"Gosh, darn it," "Oh my" they heard, "no, no, no"
Doug jumped up and turned to the foyer, Jack popped up to his feet as well and followed Doug to the front of the house. There was Nick, trying to pick himself up off the floor. He was dressed in a red sweater, and grey slacks, with his classic black boots.
"Nick?" Jack asked, "Are you ok?" They both helped him to his feet.
Nick had managed to trip over the spilled box of ornaments and tumbled to the floor. As the guys helped him up, he dusted off his clothes and then looked them both up and down.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine and it looks like I may have interrupted something."
It was only then the guys realized that they were both naked and, in Jack's case, covered in cum.
They'd been lovers before, so they weren't that embarrassed, still Jack excused himself to go clean himself up, while Doug led Nick into the living room and picked up their clothes. He pulled his on and laid Jack's on the arm of the sofa for his return.