Seth’s Perspective
Another successful semester under our belts; time for Christmas break! It had been a crazy week at the duplex. In addition to everyone trying to wrap up classes, Brody’s grandmother had passed away and he had to go back to North Carolina unexpectedly. It took some convincing, but we finally all got Max to fly down to be with him. Professor Ayers had shared my psychology paper with Dr. Aarons and he was impressed. He reached out to me right away and we spoke on the phone for over an hour. We set up and in-person interview for after Christmas and before the semester began. Professor Ayers had spoken in-depth with the doctor, then called to tell me that the internship was basically mine to lose. So, the semester ended on a high note for me and I was excited for the holidays.
It was the night before Christmas Eve and the duplex was quiet. Cam was on a plane home to Phoenix, Eric was Driving Cam’s Fiat up north to the family farm, and Max was already home in Minneapolis after what sounded like a life-changing visit to Brody’s. Zach and I were alone with Witchy in the big duplex for what I think was the very first time ever. We bought a small tree for our flat and put up some lights, the place really felt like home. The snow was falling lightly outside, a fire was roaring in the fireplace, and the last batch of gingersnaps were baking in the oven. I had been baking for three days and dammit, everyone was getting cookies! The other guys just laughed at me because I just kept putting batch after batch in the oven. They laughed, but that didn’t stop them from stuffing their face with cookies. Freaking Cam must’ve eaten like three dozen by himself before he left for home. He took a bunch home with him for his parents and our ‘village’ too, but I truly doubted he’d really deliver them for me… I doubted they’d even survive the flight without Cam devouring them all. Ugh… Cam! Anyway, I bought a bunch of decorative tins at the dollar store and was giving everyone cookies for Christmas. Gina, Teddy, Professor Ayers, The Hall’s, Mom and Pop Nicholls, my coworkers, our neighbors, Jeff and Annie our landlords, EVERYBODY! I even UPS’d some to Brody since he wouldn’t be back for a few weeks. For some reason I was really in the Christmas spirit this year.
The tree was lit in the corner of the living room, and the house smelled like ginger snaps. It was a fucking perfect winter night. Zach and I exchanged gifts, just a bunch of little things, nothing major. The most meaningful gift was from Zach to me. He gave me a long, shallow box with a tie, a $50 gift card to Men’s Wearhouse, and a key to his car along with a note that said “This will help get you started in your new career. I love you and believe in you. Love, Zach.”
“I know you’re going to nail the interview and you can use my car as long as you need to. I am so fucking proud of you, Seth.” He said as he handed me the box. The gift and his words really meant something to me. Zach was always very romantic, but this was beyond romance. This was partnership, it was clear that we were in this together. “Damn, our life together is going to be amazing!” he added with a kiss. I was starting my career with Zach by my side. God, I loved that man.
After we exchanged gifts, we sat next to each other on the couch under a blanket and watched A Christmas Story. The house was so quiet and it was just nice to be alone with Zach for a change. We had lived together for four months but were rarely alone; there was always someone in coming in or going out of our flat. But that night it was just us, alone in the big, old duplex. We were cuddling on the couch while the flickering fire filled our home with warmth. My head was resting on Zach’s shoulder and he planted a kiss on the top of my hair. When I looked up at him, he bent his head down and our lips met. We kissed tenderly and passionately with our tongues dancing. We’d been together well over a year but kissing Zach was still such a freaking thrill. I pulled the blanket off us then rolled over and straddled him, sitting on his lap facing him. We just sat there and necked like a couple of high schoolers in the back of a minivan. Damn it felt good just to be alone together with no chance of anyone barging in and interrupting us. Witchy had moved to the back of one of the chairs and was cleaning herself, ignoring what we were doing just a few feet away.
“C’mon, Let’s go to the bedroom so you can unwrap your best gift” Zach said. Yeah, it was a corny line, but it worked. I followed him into our bedroom where we both stripped completely naked within seconds. We slept together every night, but sex had been on the back burner for the past week or so with everything else going on. Zach was already hard and ready and it only took the touch of his hand on my semi-erect member to bring me to full erection. He grabbed me and started stroking as we kissed, still standing at the foot of our bed. His kisses were hot and passionate and his stroked were long and slow. Although his touch was amazing, the stroking didn’t feel as great thanks to his dry hand, but hell Zach was touching me. That was enough.
We laid on top of the bed, the air was cold compared to sitting in the living room in front of the fireplace, so we shimmied and made our way underneath the big comforter. Our cold, naked bodies touched under the warmth of the covers and the contrast made us both grind and push into each other for more. God, it felt good to be naked and alone with the guy I loved, I couldn’t get enough of him… but hell, that was nothing new. I ALWAYS wanted more Zach. He made the first move diving under the covers and taking me down his throat. No teasing my nipples, no tiny kisses down my body, no easing into it. He just dove in and took me deep down his throat like a man on a mission. He was moving his head up and down, bobbing on my shaft as he used his hand to spread his slick saliva from tip to taint. His mouth devoured my cock while his wet hand massaged my balls. Oh my god, it had been several days since we had touched each other like that and it was mind blowing. I just laid there on my back with my eyes closed and my hands behind my head enjoying the intimacy. Zach knew how to work me, stimulating every nerve ending of my cock. He knew where to lick, when to stroke, how to suck to give me maximum pleasure. Over the last sixteen months or so we’d gotten to know each other’s bodies extremely well. Every love making session was a learning experience as we both took mental note of what drove the other over the edge. By now, we were experts on each other and our sex was amazing. It didn’t take long for Zach to have me on the edge… He LOVED that. He knew exactly when I was about to blow and would stop before I could cum. Then he’d get me back on the brink and stop. He loved to tease and edge me, making me want him so bad. He knew how I’d react; he knew I’d start pushing his head down and lifting my hips to bury myself down his throat. He was proud of the fact that he could control me, make me want him more. The more worked up he got me, the wilder the sex.
After bringing me to the edge and letting me down about five times, he snaked up my body until his head popped out from under the covers and kissed me full on the lips. I could taste my own musk as he pushed our faces together as hard as he could and slipped his tongue down my throat. It was hot, sloppy, wet, passionate, and hard. Damn it was amazing. HE was amazing. The combination of love and hot sex was what made it so incredible. As we kissed, Zach was lining himself up with my tight hole. ‘HELL NO! Not tonight,’ I thought to myself. I want to be on top.
I flipped us over, “Damn! Somebody’s feeling butch tonight” Zach said with a chuckle.
“Damn skippy” I said as I pinned down his shoulders with my hands and ground my hard dick against his. Then I reached into the nightstand pulling out a vibrating dildo and a bottle of lube. We didn’t have many sex toys and frankly, the few we did have didn’t get enough use. I was about to change that.
Zach’s eyes almost bulged out of his head when he heard the buzz of the vibrator and saw me lubing it up. “No fucking way! I got that to use on you, not me.” I just flashed him an evil smirk.
“Hey! You’re the one who edged me and got me all worked up. This is me all worked up” I said in an almost evil voice still smirking at him as the toy buzzed in my slick hand. I reached down and rubbed some lube on his tight hole, he protested but lifted his legs to give me access at the same time. He wanted it; he just didn’t want to admit it.
Looking into his eyes with an evil grin still on my face I inserted the tip of the toy. “Umpf” Zach groaned as his eyes shut and his face winced. He put a hand on my smooth, bare chest “slowly, fucker, I don’t bottom that much” he said. I laughed at that ‘fucker’ I thought, yup. That’s what I was that night, ‘The Fucker’. We were both versatile but I was usually the bottom, not that night.
I continued my assault on his as I pushed the vibrator a little deeper, keeping my eyes locked to his as I watched the shock and pain morph into pleasure and ecstasy. After a couple of long strokes in and out the protests stopped and the moaning started. I explored his hole with the toy, searching for his prostate, his face and moans let me know when I found it. Once I identified my target, I was relentless. I let the vibrator stimulate his pleasure spot as I became addicted to the look of pure euphoria on his face. His dick was harder and bigger than I had ever seen it! The veins were popping out and the head was the color of an eggplant, oh my god he was loving the hell out of this. His protests were pure bullshit. I took my free hand, still slick from lubing up the toy, grabbed his member and stroked. “SHIT!” Zach yelled as the sensations sent a jot through his body (damn it was nice to be alone in that house), I didn’t even get two full strokes in before he shot his load, it seriously shot up at least three feet in the air.
“Oh my god!” I laughed out. “Somebody likes the vibrator up his ass.” Zach was still under me huffing and puffing as spurt after spurt of his seed shot into the cold air.
“FUCK” he said shivering and shaking with the toy still inside him. “That was so fucking intense!” Then he shivered out an “oh my god, Seth.” I pulled the toy out and quickly replaced it with my rock-hard organ and started to pump in and out of his tight ass. It was loosened up just enough to make it easy to push my way in. It was like velvet as he clamped his channel down around my manhood, milking me as he begged “Harder, Seth. Blow your load in me.” He was literally yelling without fear of being heard by our absent housemates. I pushed into him thrust after thrust, each one harder and faster than the last as he moaned and begged for my seed. Just as I was about to blow, I pulled out and stopped, looking down at him. I leaned in for a kiss before I inserted myself back in his hole and started thrusting again. After about six more hard, powerful thrusts I shot my cum deep into him, holding myself all the way inside as I unloaded about ten days’ worth of end-of-the-semester frustration.
I collapsed on top of my hot, blonde jock his sticky cum gluing our bodies together. I just lay there on top of him spent with my softening manhood still inside him. I was trying to catch my breath as Zach grabbed my face in his hands, lifted me up and shoved his tongue down my throat. We made out for a while until I finally rolled off him and we laid side by side with only the sounds of our heavy breathing filling the air. We started to fall asleep in our own filth when Zach pulled me up by the hand and into the shower where we cleaned each other up (I paid extra attention to his well-used hole). After we dried each other off we got into bed naked and I spooned Zach for a change. It was the perfect end to a night alone.
We woke up Christmas Eve morning in the same position with Witchy laying on top of us purring like a finely tuned engine. We had both loved our intimate together night before the holidays and promised to make it an annual thing. We got up, showered, dressed and ready to start our busy holiday. Zach went out into the Wisconsin cold to load our luggage and gifts into the GTI while I put the last of cookies into the dollar store tins and wrote personal notes for each tin. We were spending Christmas Eve at the Hall’s then Christmas Day with my family at Mom and Pop Nicholl’s again. This was our second Christmas together and it felt like the two of us were making our own traditions. Spending December 23rd together at home alone was the newest one.
As we whirred down I-94 heading up North to the Hall’s we called our friends to wish them a Merry Christmas. First was Cam.
“Merry Christmas, Cam” we both yelled over the Bluetooth. “How was your flight?” I asked.
Cam just gave a generic answer and then added “It’s only 6AM here. I love you guys, Merry fucking Christmas now go bug someone else” We both laughed, then Cam added “And I ate all your cookies on the plane” then hung up leaving the two of us laughing. Ugh, Cam!
Next, we talked to Eric, He was out milking the cows with his dad and brother. We talked for a while and then he ended the call with “Merry Christmas, see you guys in a couple of days.” He planned on coming back to the duplex early so he could work some extra shifts during the break.
Next up, Brody. “Merry Christmas, Y’all” he yelled. We could hear banging in the background.
“What the hell’s going on?” Zach asked.
“My daddy and brother are here ripping out the master bath. I wanna get this done before I come back.” A loud voice in the background yelled “Is that Maxine? Tell him to get his red ass back here we need help.” Brody yelled back, “shut up, Dylan” then said into the phone, “That’s just my jackass brother, don’t mind him.” Then he told us all about his plans for the house. I had never heard him talk so much. He must’ve gone on for twenty minutes as he worked and we drove. I loved it! Brody was completely out of his shell and being himself around us. “How’s Witchy?” He asked.
“She’s fine” I said. We’re staying at Zach’s parents tonight so she's home alone, but she’s got enough food and water to get her through until tomorrow night.”
“Thank you, guys, for taking care of her” he said, then his voice got a little more serious and he added “And thanks for sending Max out here. That was nice of you. Y’all are the best friends I ever had. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas Brody!” We both said, then Zach added “We miss you buddy.” Then we hung up and called Max.
Max was already up and having breakfast with his family, “Merry Christmas, Zach” he said as he answered.
“I’m here too, we’re on our way to Zach’s parents” I said.
Max told us more about his visit to Brody’s and ended it with “Dr. Westin, I think I need to book a therapy session with you when I get back. I got a lot to talk thorough with you.”
I laughed at his comment and said “talk to my gal, Zach. She’ll set up a session for you.” Both guys laughed as Zach punched me hard in the arm. We said our season’s greetings and then hung up. All our friends made it home safely and were doing well.
By the time we finished our calls we were just past Madison. Zach exited the highway, “I forgot to fill the tank” he said. “This is our last chance to stop, it’s just farmland and wilderness the rest of the way in.” He pulled up to the pump and stopped the GTI. We both jumped out, he filled the tank and I went in to use the bathroom. There were a couple of other vehicles at the pump and a few parked in the spaces near the store. I ignored all of it as a Scurried to the bathroom, I had to go bad! When I was done, I washed my hands and bought a couple of sodas for the road then headed back outside. When I opened the door and stepped off the curb, I heard a toddler’s voice say “Seth!” then I heard a familiar voice say “No, buddy. We Seth tomorrow. Today we go to Grandma Ashton’s, tomorrow we go to Pop and Grandma Nicholls’ house and you get to see Seth and Zach.” I turned to see A man leaning into the back of an SUV buckling in a toddler who yelled “SETH!” even louder into his poppa’s ear.
“Kev?” I said as I turned to tap the man on the shoulder. He bumped his head as he pulled his head out of the backseat.
“SETH?!” He said as he pulled me in for a hug. “What the hell are you doing here?” Matty was going crazy. Kev unbuckled him and let him out of the car to say hi.
“We’re on our way to the Hall’s for Christmas Eve and stopped for gas.” I said in disbelief. Kev and Randy always spent Christmas Eve at Randy’s mom’s house. She lived one town past Zach’s. We passed them on the freeway last year when we were heading to Mom and Pop’s for Christmas.
“We’re on our Way to see Grandma Ashton and Matty had to pee.” Kev said laughing while I picked up Matty. “Randy’s inside with baby Scotty getting some snacks.”
“Oh” I said, “that reminds me.” I carried Matty over to the GTI. Zach had his back to us while he was cleaning the bugs and salt off the windshield. He turned around when Matty yelled his name.
“MATTY! What are you doing here?” He asked putting the squeegee down and taking Matty from my arms. I explained the situation as I rummaged around in the back of the car for the tin of cookies I made for Kev’s family, and an extra one for them to take to Randy’s mom (I packed up a few extras in case I forgot anybody. Like I said, I was in the Christmas spirit that year). By the time I found what I was looking for Kevin, Randy and Scotty had made their way over to our car. Scotty was running towards me. He finally learned how to say my name! There was a small diner next to the gas station, we decided to go in there and talk for a bit before we hit the road again. Running into them was an awesome surprise.
“Brad was bragging about your internship. We’re proud of you” Kev said.
“It’s not a done deal yet, plus I have so many details to figure out. Clothes, a car, my schedule.” I said. Kev asked me a million questions that I couldn’t answer. He was always interested in my life.
“If you need a car, we can figure something out. We have the Jeep sitting there, Brad’s got the TT, I’m sure we can find something for you” Kev offered.
“Thanks, Kev. I thought about the TT, but a twenty plus year old two-seater convertible in the Wisconsin winter may not be the best plan. And you guys still use the Jeep. Zach’s going to let me use his car until I figure out another plan. I’ve got a couple thousand bucks saved. Honestly, Kev. I appreciate the offer, but I want to try to figure this out on my own” I said. He smiled proudly, he got it. We talked a bit more and downed a coupled of cups of coffee while the boys munched on some toast, but it was time to hit the road.
“I’m so glad we ran into you guys” Randy said as he hugged us both. We helped them load the boys back into the car and said goodbye to everyone. Matty had the cookie tin opened before we even shut the door.
We went back to the GTI, Zach buckled himself in and said “That was awesome! I love your family” I agreed. I loved my family too. We were only about a half hour from the Hall’s house. We hit the road and finished our trip. Exiting the highway, we drove through the snow-covered town and pulled into the Hall’s driveway. The white lights on the house glistened through the snow and Kelly Hall stood in the doorway with an apron on waiting to greet us.
“Zach, you’re home!” She said hugging him. Then she hugged me and said “Zach told us about your internship. Congratulations. We’re so proud of you.”
“Ugh. It’s not a done deal” I said to her as I shot Zach a nasty look. “I’m just being considered.
Zach looked at me and shrugged “What?! I’m proud of you… so maybe I exaggerated a little.” Then he flashed me that smile.
Kelly asked me a million questions. I followed her into the kitchen to lend her a hand with dinner as Zach unloaded the car. A few minutes later Zach’s Dad and sister came into the house, they had been out running last minute errands. Nathan (Zach’s dad) petted me on the back and said, “Congratulations on being considered for the internship, it’s a big deal.” THAT made me smile because he understood. He knew that just be considered at my age was an accomplishment, somehow that took the pressure off a little. Anyway, I just wanted to forget all that for the next couple of days and enjoy the Holiday with family.
When it was time for dinner, I joined the Hall’s in the beautifully appointed dining room for the second year in a row. Once again, Kelly asked me to say the prayer. “I am grateful that we’re all together again. Thank you for this incredible meal, but most importantly thank you for this collection of amazing people that make up our family.” The prayer was like the one Zach made last year, stealing it from the prayer I gave at his first Thanksgiving with my family. It was becoming another tradition, I guess. The family gave a group “Amen.”
Just like the year before, we all sat around the tree and exchanged gifts while we wore our ugly Christmas sweaters. His parents gave me a beautiful, professional leather case with my initials. “You’ll need that eventually” Nathan said as I opened it. They were very thoughtful people.
After dinner, we drove through town with the top of Kelly’s car down and the heat blasting and took in all the lights on our way to Midnight Mass. After mass, we went back to the Hall’s and talked for a bit before we all went up to bed.
This year I slept in Zach’s bed with him and nobody said a word. I was part of the family.
To be continued…
