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Laughter in the morning and tears in the afternoon
Josh's body began to pull his mind from the slumber he was enjoying. His eyes fluttered several times as the fog of the most strange dream he was having, was attempting to clear and allow it to come into full focus. He thought the half awake vision was the ending of a good wet dream, but never before had his early morning wood been fed by a hallucination like this one...lips working his cock and his thighs being tickled by the rough hair of a long beard. In a way, it was very enjoyable since Josh found certain bear-type men very attractive; but a beard had never been any kind of real turn-on for him. But this was different...very different! The beard was stimulating him like he didn't know he could be when it brushed back and forth over his taut balls and stroked his inner thighs as the mouth swallowed his erection over and over, again and again. His body finally won the contest as he felt the rumble begin and his eyes snapped open just as he came. He was thoroughly enjoying the toe-curling euphoria as his throbbing tool vibrated and emptied in the hungry mouth. But he suddenly burst out laughing like a psychotic clown in a Stephen King novel.
"Merry Christmas, my favorite cute little elf. Did Santa bring you what you really wanted?"
Josh couldn't stop the almost painful chortling that was coming from inside him. He just kept laughing as he continued staring at a naked Kyle situated between his legs who once again had pulled off the 'best alarm clock there is' morning wake up stunt on him. But this time he did it while wearing a large, red, white-tassled, Kris Kringle hat, and the biggest white fake beard he had ever seen! When he finally got his amusement under control, he demanded, "Get up here you insane, sexy, stud." He pulled Kyle to his face to taste his own juice as they kissed. It made him incredibly horny again and he pushed Kyle to his back and took the twitching ornament between Santa's legs in his hand and slowly pulled it a few times.
"Let me see if this little elf can make Santa come more than once a year," was the only thing Josh said as he instantly inhaled Kyle's rod. He soon had him writhing on the bed and before Kyle could issue his typical warning of how close he was; Josh poked a wet finger thru his puckering poinsettia and made Kyle explode instantly when he nailed the magic button hard.
The glow on both their faces as they snuggled and mixed up yet another snowball, would have out-shined even Rudolph the Reindeer's vibrant red nose. "I think Santa needs to come down your chimney every night, Joshie," was the last bad, seasonal humor, teasing one-liner from Kyle; but Josh just had to add a last one of his own.
"Lots better than just lukewarm milk and more stale cookies sitting on the mantle, eh Santa?" That only solicited a very wide grin and nod of the head from Kyle before he licked a stray drop of cum from Josh's cheek without words.
Kyle glanced over at the red digits of the LED alarm clock on the night stand and stated "It's only 5am baby...but it is finally Christmas morning...for us anyway." The wink he used with the comment, momentarily hid the sparkle in the left eye; but the golden flecks in his right hazel one seemed to glitter even more. Even though Kyle would have loved to have spent the entire day this way as they kissed and caressed and cuddled, he also knew he was on a serious time schedule due to his flight plans later in the day. Kyle suddenly sat up and crossed his legs Native American style and looked down at Josh's face. The afterglow smile was still on it and very wide.
"Come on baby...we have more presents to open," was conjoined with a bouncing on the bed that reminded Josh of what was inside that big package under the tree that Kyle was dying to tear into.
"Just fair warning, stud," Josh began. "That big one is last...and that is not negotiable." The little boy inside the oh-so-grown-up and hot as hell twenty-two year old man in front of him, had surfaced and Josh decided to let his own inner child out of his nearly nineteen year old, manboy body too. "And I get to open mine first this morning!" were the words he yelled, as he jumped from on top of the covers and ran for the bedroom door.
Kyle unfolded his legs and was in quick pursuit; challenging him with, "Not if I get there first!"
Kyle had already told him last night, that the big one from him that intrigued Josh almost as much his huge one did Kyle; was the last one he got to open, too. When Josh beat him to the tree and grabbed it from under the tree, Kyle tackled him and they wrestled for a moment or two like two young brothers playfully fighting over a suddenly stolen basketball during a game of one-on-one. "Pleeeeeeease Kyle. I want to see inside this one fiiirrrrsssttt," was the grade school style whine he spewed.
Kyle yanked the huge one from under the tree and ripped one edge of wrapping loose. "Only if I can see inside this one first toooooooo," was the similar 9-year-old-like taunt he answered with. Just for effect, Kyle stuck out his tongue also.
"Hummm. Trying to bribe me now are you?"
Kyle leaned in and licked an erect nipple on Josh's chest. "Is it working?"
"Yeah...you know it always does. But you still have to open the other one first."
Kyle bent his lips downward and forced the bottom one out as far as he could...as if he was five years old and just been banished to a long time out. He even added an appropriate sad look to his eyes to further exaggerate the faked disappointment.
They both laughed and conceded by sitting the two big ones to the side...knowing there was a reason each had for making the most mysterious ones, last. 'Damn mind meld very first thing in the morning,' zinged thru Josh's head at the same time Kyle placed the smallest of the remaining boxes in his hand. It actually had been the smallest of all 10 of the gifts that were under the tree. Kyle had already grabbed the medium sized one that was from Josh and just held it as he silently told Josh to go first. He was holding his breath as Josh quickly pulled off the simple gold bow & ribbon, and then the shiny bright green foil paper. Once the tiny white box was exposed, Kyle nodded his head at him to remove the top.
The morning sun rising over the bay was streaming through one of the double glass patio doors. It caught the bright silver laying on a bed of snow white cotton inside the box, and lit it up like a Hollywood search light was on it in the semi-dark room. Josh slowly lifted the long sterling chain and saw the second glittering reflection of the sun as it bounced off the shiny silver pendant dangling from it. He turned slightly, to block the glare, and finally saw what it was: a pair of spear and shield Mars symbols; universally recognized as the sign for male; but this one had them linked together as one. He had seen the same type of one that Cody at the shop would occasionally wear; but his was on a choker chain...this one was slightly larger and on a much longer and thicker piece of silver rope. He looked over at Kyle with a slight moistness in his eye as he knew that this had to have been very expensive.
As if he just knew what Josh was thinking as he rolled the piece of jewelry in his palm; Kyle scooted over beside and took it from his hand. "Here, baby. Let's see how it looks on you," were his tender words as he slipped it over Josh's head and adjusted the position until the 'I am a man and I like other men' symbolism of the pendant was centered on his hairless chest. "Good! I did get the right length," came from his mouth.
"Right length?" was all Josh could say as he stared down at it adorning the crevice between his still boyish pecs.
"Yeah baby. I was worried I got a chain that was too long or too short." Josh stared at him again with an unstated 'Huh?' He answered it with "Sweetie...I know you aren't out yet, but are totally comfortable with being gay...with yourself and me and some friends anyway." He paused a couple of seconds and then continued. "That length means you can wear it proudly and not have it be 'in your face' with it...with your customers or your family." He paused another moment before suggesting, "Turn it over, babe."
A huge smile exploded on Josh's face as he held the pendant out from his chest and flipped it in his hand. Etched on the back of one symbol was 'kylio' and on the other 'joshie'....all in lower case, block letters. He knew that he would be wearing this home for the holidays, and even if he never found a way to talk about Kyle to his family this trip; he would be there with him. "I don't know how to say what I am thinking Kyle...it is so beautiful."
"Don't try baby. Just knowing you like it, is all I needed to hear." The large smile on his face also came from what he didn't say but was in his mind: 'If things keep going like they are, the next piece of jewelry for you will be round, gold, and have both of our names in script; etched inside together...and I will have the matching ring on my left hand.' Kyle inhaled very deeply as he realized that was the first time he had let the thought of something very serious and very permanent being possible with him and Josh. Kyle had been raised Catholic, and gay or not, his attitude about marriage was that it only happens ONE time. That sobering train of thought was derailed as Josh nudged him with his first gift of the morning.
'Little boy' Kyle happily took the medium sized rectangular package from him, and wasted no time at getting it open as Josh watched intently. Part of him was excited, but a larger part was nervous that the shadow box hockey display wasn't anywhere near as intimate as what had just been given him. The reaction on Kyle's face and words quickly displaced that thought.
"Oh wow Josh! How the hell did you know?" as Kyle hugged the frame and then nearly broke the glass as it was wedged between them in the bear hug he gave Josh. "Do you have ANY idea what this means to me?"
Josh's confused look said he didn't.
