A Marshall and Lee Christmas: Part II
“You going to stare at that all day, or you think maybe you
could put it on top of the tree?”
Marshall had been so absorbed in his memories he hadn’t
heard Lee come in. He wore a shit-eating grin on his face. Marshall couldn’t
help but grin back.
“Thought I would,” he countered. “You all done with Roy?
What’s wrong with his car?”
“He thought his alternator might be going out, but I think
it was just a dead battery. We jumped it and it started pretty quick. If it
doesn’t hold the charge, I told him I’d drive him up to get a new one.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Marshall carefully carried the angel
to the tree and set her on top. He could remember a time when he needed help to
do that. What a difference a few years made.
“So, what was all that about?” Lee questioned.
“What? Oh, nothing much.” Marshall turned to face him. “Just
thinkin’ ‘bout how we got her and everything.”
“Everything?”
“Well, you know. Just stuff.” Marshall shrugged.
Lee stepped closer, and circled Marshall’s waist. “We had
some really good times back then,” he said softly. “Just you and me.”
“Just you and me,” Marshall repeated. He had few memories of
his mother being a part of the family. In fact, most of his memories of her
were unpleasant ones. Although Lee never said much about her, Marshall got the
impression from what little he let slip and things she’d said that she’d never
wanted to have him, and didn’t want to be around him, so she’d ended up leaving
them both. When he was younger, he’d worried about her absence, wondering if it
was his fault. But when he voiced his concern, Lee had been quick to assure him
that it was all on her, and that Marshall had done nothing wrong.
“I hope you know I wouldn’t change a single thing,” Lee
said, and Marshall understood exactly what he meant, and he wholeheartedly
agreed. Neither would he.
They leaned together, their lips meeting softly. Marshall
wound his arms around Lee’s neck, and no more words were necessary.
They wound the strands of blue and white lights around the
tree then plugged them in to make sure none of the bulbs had gone bad since
last year. There were a few that didn’t glow. Lee flicked life into two of
them, and replaced one bulb that couldn’t be coaxed into shining. Then they
hung the ornaments—gold and green and blue balls, along with more personal decorations.
Every year, they chose something new that symbolized their lives, and another
year of being together. This year they’d found a naughty Santa Claus placing a
pair of handcuffs beneath someone’s tree. They’d found that one online, at an
adult site.
Lee had promised they’d make good use of the real things on
Christmas day.
The tinsel was the last thing to go on. They draped the
silver-blue icicles over the branches, careful not to put too many in one spot,
scattering them in delicate array about the tree. Then they stopped back and
admired their handiwork. The tinsel shimmered iridescently in the glow from the
lights.
“Beautiful,” Lee declared, and Marshall echoed his
sentiment.
“Roy’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Marshall asked, although
he had no doubt of the answer to his question.
“He is. I told him we’d pick him up on our way.”
On Christmas Eve, Milly’s diner was the place to be. Those
residents who didn’t go out of town for the holidays met there for dinner. It
was a very festive occasion. Good food, good company, and a reminder of what
the holidays were all about. A commitment to one another, and an affirmation of
the strong bond of friendship shared by the people of Burnham. This was
something that was hard to find in big cities where people oftentimes didn’t
even speak to their neighbors, or know their names or their lives, much less
celebrate occasions with them. Marshall wouldn’t trade life in this small town
for a fancier life anywhere else.
“That mean he’s not bringing a date?” Marshall arched his
eyebrows inquisitively.
“Yup, that’s what that means. ‘Sides, he’s going to be on
duty after dinner, just in case some ruckus starts.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” On Christmas Eve, anything could
happen, although New Year’s Eve was worse, with more people out there getting
likkered up. Roy didn’t stand for that sort of nonsense in
Burnham, and
out-of-towners quickly learned to avoid the place. But still, there was an
occasional fool who apparently didn’t get the memo. After one run-in with Roy,
they learned.
“Go stand by the tree a minute,” Marshall instructed Lee,
who rolled his eyes and pretended to frown.
“What for?” he asked in a gruff voice.
“Just do it.” Marshall laughed as he hurried into their
bedroom, returning moments later with a camera in his hand. He powered it on,
checked to make sure the lighting was right, and urged, “Smile pretty now.”
Lee shook his head but he flashed Marshall one of his
brilliant smiles, and Marshall got the shot. Then they exchanged places and Lee
took one of Marshall. Finally, they posed together, and Marshall held the
camera out at arm’s length and photographed the two of them.
“That enough for now, Mr. Photographer?” Lee teased.
“It’ll do for now,” Marshall conceded. “You know, we could
really use a new printer.”
“You keep telling me that, but I’m still not sure I understand
why we need one. Especially that fancy color one you make a point of showing me
in the catalog.”
Marshall had had his eye on a photo-quality printer for a
while now, but hadn’t been able to get Lee to budge on buying it. Yet. He hadn’t
given up, even if Lee showed no sign of relenting, claiming it was an
unjustifiable expense and the business didn’t need it.
“For many reasons,” Marshall waffled. Although his primary
reason was in order to take photos of Lee on his phone and print them out, for
his own personal consumption. For what he had in mind, taking them somewhere to
be developed was simply not an option.
“That’s nice and vague.” Lee laughed.
“I was thinking of making up some brochures and sending them
out. And putting color ads in some magazines, to draw in business.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And this is the best time of year to get one. Most places
have sales going on, and it would make a great write-off on the tax return.”
“Is that so? Looks like you have all the answers, don’t you?”
“Does that mean yes?” Marshall asked hopefully.
“That means maybe, boy.” He glanced at his watch. “Looks
like we have a little time to kill before we need to pick up Roy. Anything you
want to do?”
“You,” Marshall replied bluntly.
“Me?” Lee stepped closer to Marshall, his eyes raking over
Marshall’s body. A flash of fire burst through Marshall, the stirring of
desire. It didn’t take much when Lee was around. Seemed like Marshall’s libido
was always on call when it came to Lee. “I think you have that backward. I
think you want me to do you, am I right?”
“Always, “Marshall agreed.
“Where and when?”
“How about here and now?” Marshall closed the gap between
them, and pressed his growing bulge against Lee. If that didn’t show how much
he wanted Lee, nothing would…
“Underneath the tree, you mean? Aren’t you afraid of getting
pine needles in your ass?”
“Not if I’m on my hands and knees, I won’t.”
“Oh damn. “ Lee breathed out hoarsely, and Marshall could
tell he’d more than whetted his interest. Well, that and the answering bulge in
Lee’s trousers as he rubbed against it.
“See, I was thinking,” Marshall continued, “if we start now,
we’ll still have time for a Christmas Eve fuck after dinner, after we spend a
little time at the diner. How does that sound?” He reached between them and
palmed Lee’s cock with confidence. He had little doubt what Lee’s answer would
be. He could read it in his eyes.
“I like the way you think.” Lee thrust against Marshall’s
hand, pulling him in for a long, hard kiss, the kind that stole Marshall’s
breath away. By the time Lee released him, they were both breathing heavily.
“I like the way you feel,” Marshall countered, “especially
when you’re inside of me.”
“I’ll get the lube, you just get ready.” Lee kissed him
again, for good measure, practically devouring Marshall’s lips before he
stepped back and put some space between them. “Don’t dawdle was his last
comment before heading toward the bedroom.
Damn, the things that man could do to him. Marshall shivered
in delicious anticipation, losing himself in the moment before he realized he
needed to get a move on, or Lee would find him still fully dressed and that
would not do at all.
He quickly stripped and threw his clothes onto the couch,
careful to set his shoes where Lee wouldn’t stumble on them. Then he dropped to
his knees beside the tree—there really wasn’t room beneath it, despite what Lee’d
said—and waited.
He didn’t have long to wait. He felt Lee’s presence behind
him, felt him drop to the carpet behind Marshall and press his bare flesh against him.
Oh yes, that’s what he was talking about.
He could tell Lee was on his knees just by the way his hard
cock pressed against Marshall’s ass. Marshall pushed back against him, as if he
could suck Lee’s cock in that way. His own cock ached, leaking precome beneath
him.
“Goddamn, you’re so horny,” Lee practically moaned. Marshall
thrilled at the sound of desire in Lee’s voice, knowing it was because of him.
“Are you complaining, old man?” he taunted him. The next
moment, Lee swatted his ass and he reveled in the burn.
“Hell no, and who you
calling old?”
“’Fraid you can’t keep up with me?” Marshall continued,
grinding back against Lee’s cock. Lee gripped Marshall’s hips and met him
thrust for thrust.
“You wish, boy. Anytime, anywhere.”
That’s what he wanted to hear. He ached for Lee, needed to
be filled by him… the sooner, the better.
Lee reached beneath Marshall and took his cock into his
hand, producing a heartfelt moan from Marshall. “I can hold out all night, boy,
what about you?”
“I can hold out just as long as you can,” Marshall insisted,
but he knew that wasn’t true, knew if he didn’t feel Lee inside of him soon, he’d
start to beg. What a pretty picture that wouldn’t be. But he was starting not
to care.
Lee pumped his cock in slow, easy strokes, grinding against
Marshall. “Feel good? Good enough? Or do you want more? Tell me what you want,
boy. What you need.”
Marshall tried to hold it in, but he was fighting a losing
battle against his libido, which demanded immediate gratification, in the form
of Lee’s cock. A small whimper rose in his throat, and he tried to hold it in,
but somehow it was released.
So what, who cares. The first whimper was quickly followed
by a second, and he rubbed harder against Lee.
“I want you,” he got out at last, having gained a modicum of
control over his voice so that it didn’t squeak, at least. “I want you inside
of me. Please.”
Okay, he was begging, his pride was gone, and all that was
left was pure need. That worked too.
Lee released his hips and leaned back, away from Marshall.
Marshall heard him pop the top on the lube, then he felt Lee’s lubed fingers
slide into his hole. That was a start, although he still wanted more.
“Three fingers,” he begged, and was gratified to feel Lee
add another finger, scissoring them inside of Marshall as he stretched his
muscles, preparing him. Marshall wasn’t in the mood for extensive foreplay,
though, he was ready for the main event. Now.
“Quit teasing me and fuck me already,” he moaned, his hand
going to his weeping cock, despite knowing he probably shouldn’t. Sure enough, Lee swatted the errant hand away.
“Not on your life,” he said, “that’s mine, and I say when…”
Marshall relinquished his hold on his dick and Lee pulled
his fingers out of Marshall’s ass.
Oh yes, show time, folks…
Before he had time to mourn the loss of Lee’s digits, Lee
had slid his entire length inside Marshall, and Marshall cried out, engulfed by
a wave of pure ecstasy. Lee pulled out
and plunged back in, never giving Marshall time to think, simply feel. Marshall
rode the waves that surged through his body, his toes curling into the carpet,
his fingers threatening to follow suit. He felt about ready to explode, and
that without being touched.
As if reading his mind, Lee leaned over Marshall’s back, his
hand claiming Marshall’s cock. He began to pump him in quick short strokes, and
Marshall realized he wasn’t going to last long.
“Fuck me harder,” he cried, wanting Lee to ramp it up. Lee
didn’t pull out as far now, taking shorter and harder thrusts. Marshall grunted
in satisfaction, even as he felt his balls tighten, and he couldn’t stop what
was coming, even if he wanted to.
“Come on, I can feel you’re ready. Come for me,” Lee urged,
their flesh slapping wetly as he drilled into Marshall. He kissed Marshall’s back, a slight hint of
stubble rasping against Marshall’s skin.
Marshall’s whimpers turned into moans as his orgasm reached
its height, bursting from his cock in long sticky strings that hit his belly,
and covered Lee’s hand. He cried Lee’s name, over and over, like a mantra as
Lee milked him with his hand until he had no more to give. He felt Lee’s
muscles tighten, and he knew he was ready, then he felt him spill his seed
inside of Marshall, even as he continued to thrust.
Finally, Lee slumped over Marshall’s back, his movements
having ceased, his hand still grasping Marshall’s softening cock. Marshall didn’t want to move, wanted them to
stay joined like this as long as possible.
Unfortunately, he didn’t think his knees agreed, and he
began to seriously doubt whether they’d last much longer. Before he could voice his fears, Lee had
moved back, and he pulled Marshall up with him, wrapping his arms about him as
he did. Marshall relaxed back into Lee’s strength for a moment, before Lee
brought them both to their feet.
“I think we have time for a shower before we need to get
dressed,” Lee drawled. “Then we can put the presents under the tree before we
go.”
They never put out the gifts they got each other before
Christmas eve, not until the tree was in place and fully decorated. That was
their tradition and they were sticking to it. They would each open one gift on
Christmas Eve, but the rest waited until morning.
They took a quick shower… well, quick for them, considering
the touching and fondling that went on beneath the hot water… then returned to
the bedroom and dressed. Marshall brought out the presents he’d hidden for Lee,
and placed them beneath the tree. Lee did the same.
“Oh wait,” he said, snapping his fingers. “There’s one more
I didn’t get a chance to wrap. Want to get it out for me?”
Marshall gave him a curious look. Since when did Lee not
have time to wrap any of his gifts? That didn’t sound like him. So what was
going on?
“It’s in the bottom of my closet. Why don’t you go and get
it. If you think you can.”
Well, wasn’t that a challenge. Marshall snorted. He could
carry anything Lee could, just watch him. He was still wondering why it wasn’t
wrapped though. When he returned, his eyes were round, and his mouth had
dropped into a perfect o of amazement. In his arms was a large box, inside of
which was the very printer he’d been wanting. The one he’d been begging for.
Right here. And it was his. Lee must have been planning this for some time. He’d
been teasing Marshall, letting him think it wasn’t going to happen, when all
the time he knew it was.
“Merry Christmas,” Lee whispered. Marshall set the printer
carefully onto the floor, then hurled himself into Lee’s arms.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he murmured into Lee’s
mouth as he kissed him. “I love you so much, Lee. So very much. I hope you know
that.”
“I know that, and you know I love you with everything I have
and all I am,” Lee replied. “And…”
“And?”
“And don’t think I don’t know what you intend to use that
thing for, and it’s not just for brochures.”
Lee gave him a knowing look, and
Marshall almost giggled, catching himself in time.
“Does that mean you’ll pose for me?” he cheekily asked.
“That means turnabout is fair play, boy, just remember that.”
Hot damn, were they gonna have fun with Marshall’s new toy!
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