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A Christmas Stranger
The Christmas party was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of pine and peppermint. The chandelier above cast a warm, golden glow over the room, and soft holiday tunes hummed from hidden speakers. Glasses clinked, laughter echoed, and everyone seemed to be in high spirits--everyone except Ethan.
Ethan leaned against the wall near the buffet table, his fingers absently tracing the rim of an untouched champagne flute. His sharp green eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the cheerful chaos around him. He wasn't much for these gatherings, but his sister had practically dragged him here, insisting it would be "good for him" to get out after months of seclusion.
Good for him. Right. If only she knew how hollow those words sounded tonight. He had only been single for 8 months, after ending his 4-year relationship with Brad. As this was his first holiday season without a partner in many years, a Christmas party was the last place he wanted to be.
His gaze lingered on a man across the room--a stranger with tousled dark hair and a sharp jawline that cut through the dim lighting. The man laughed at something someone said, his lips curling into a smile that made Ethan's heart skip a beat. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew Ethan in despite himself.
Who is he? Ethan wondered; his curiosity piqued.
As if sensing Ethan's gaze, the man turned his head, his blue eyes meeting Ethan's green ones. For a brief moment, time seemed to stop. Ethan felt a jolt of heat rush through him, and he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the hors d'oeuvres on the table in front of him. But the burn of the stranger's gaze lingered, making his skin tingle.
He couldn't shake the feeling, though. Something about the man was undeniable. Ethan glanced back again, just once, and found the man staring at him still, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Fuck, Ethan thought, his cheeks heating. He wasn't usually so easily flustered, but there was something about this man that made him feel... exposed. He quickly turned back to the buffet, pretending to think about what he might want to eat, attempting to put the handsome stranger out of his mind.
"Hey," a deep voice said from behind him, making him jump. He turned to see the stranger standing there, close enough that he could smell the faint hint of cinnamon on his breath. "You looked like you needed an escape."
Ethan blinked, caught off guard by the directness. "What?"
The man chuckled, low and smooth. "From the party. You look like you're about to bolt."
Ethan frowned, trying to play it cool. "I don't know what you mean."
The man raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Sure you don't."
There was a pause, tension simmering between them. Finally, Ethan broke eye contact, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "Okay, fine. Maybe I do."
The man extended a hand. "Oliver."
Ethan hesitated before taking it, the warmth of Oliver's palm sending another shiver down his spine. "Ethan."
"Nice to meet you, Ethan," Oliver said, his voice dropping just enough to make Ethan's stomach twist. "Come on. Let's get out of here."
Before Ethan could protest, Oliver grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the stairs leading down to the basement. Ethan followed, his heart pounding in his chest. What the hell was he doing? They were sneaking off like teenagers during a school dance. And yet... he didn't pull away.
The basement was dimly lit, the sound of the party muffled overhead. Oliver led Ethan to the far corner, where a plush couch sat. He turned to face Ethan, his eyes dark and intense.
"So," Oliver said, stepping closer. "You sure you're okay with this?"
Ethan swallowed hard, his pulse racing. "Depends," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "What exactly are you planning?"
Oliver's smirk returned, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair from Ethan's forehead. "Something we won't regret tomorrow."
The way he said it sent a wave of heat crashing through Ethan, pooling low in his gut. Without thinking, he reached out and ran his fingers down Oliver's tie, pulling him closer. "Then show me."
Oliver's eyes flared with desire, and he didn't waste any time. He pressed his body against Ethan's, their lips meeting in a slow, deliberate kiss. Ethan gasped into the kiss, his hands instinctively gripping Oliver's shoulders for support. The taste of him was spicy and sweet, like whiskey and candy canes.
When they finally pulled apart, Ethan's breath came fast and shallow. "Jesus," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "You're dangerous."
Oliver chuckled, his voice rough. "Only if you let me be."
Ethan didn't hesitate. He yanked Oliver's tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard lines of his chest. Oliver's skin was warm against his fingertips, and Ethan couldn't resist trailing his hands down to the waistband of his pants.
"Keep going," Oliver murmured, his tone commanding but not unkind. "I want to feel your hands on me."
Ethan's mouth went dry, but he obeyed. He slid his hands under the fabric, mapping out every inch of Oliver's torso. The muscles beneath his palms flexed as Oliver moved closer, his erection pressing against Ethan's thigh.
"God, you're beautiful," Oliver whispered, his voice cracking. He cupped Ethan's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against his cheeks. "But I need more."
Ethan nodded, his brain foggy with desire. He knelt in front of Oliver, his fingers trembling as he undid his belt and zipper. The scent of arousal wafted up, dizzyingly potent, and Ethan licked his lips in anticipation.
"Please," Oliver begged, his voice strained. "Don't make me wait."
With a groan, Ethan pulled Oliver's cock out, wrapping his fingers tightly around the base. He could feel the veins throbbing beneath his touch, and the sight of it made his own cock ache painfully in his slacks. Slowly, he lowered his mouth over the tip, sucking gently at first before taking more and more of Oliver into his throat.
Oliver let out a guttural moan, his hands fisting in Ethan's hair. "Fuck, you're good at this."
Ethan didn't answer, too focused on the task at hand. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head of Oliver's cock. Each thrust brought him deeper, until he was nearly choking on the length of it.
"Shit, Ethan," Oliver growled, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You're going to make me come."
Ethan pulled back, looking up at Oliver with wide, innocent eyes. "Not yet," he said softly. "I want to taste you somewhere else first."
Oliver's breath hitched, his expression one of pure lust. "Where?"
Ethan stood, his own erection straining against his pants. "Turn around."
Oliver hesitated for only a second before doing as he was told. He bent slightly at the waist, resting his hands on the back of the couch. Ethan quickly pulled down Oliver's pants and tight, black boxer briefs, exposing his ass cheeks. The sight of his ass, so round and perfect, made Ethan's blood burn hotter.
Without warning, Ethan buried his face between Oliver's cheeks. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of sweat and musk. Then he spread Oliver's cheeks and pressed his tongue against the tight ring of muscle.
Oliver cried out, his entire body shaking. "Holy fuck, Ethan!"
Ethan grinned against his flesh, reveling in the power he held over Oliver. He licked and nibbled at his hole, determined to leave no part of him untouched. Each swipe of his tongue earned him another gasp or moan, driving him to go harder, faster.
"Enough," Oliver panted, spinning around to face Ethan. "Now I'm going to fuck you."
Ethan's heart raced as Oliver's words hit him like a jolt of electricity. He could feel the heat radiating off Oliver's body, his breath hot and heavy against Ethan's skin. Without hesitation, Ethan removed his pants, lay back on the couch and spread his legs wide, his movements deliberate and inviting. His cock throbbed between his thighs, precum already glistening at the tip. He looked up at Oliver through hooded eyes, his expression a mix of vulnerability and raw anticipation. "Do it," he murmured, his voice low and sultry, daring Oliver to take control.
Oliver's blue eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him. Ethan, lying there so open and exposed, his lean frame taut with desire, was a vision that made Oliver's own pulse quicken. He wasted no time, kneeling between Ethan's legs and positioning himself just inches away from Ethan's hole. His hands found Ethan's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if anchoring himself to the moment.
"Are you ready for my cock?" Oliver asked, his voice gruff but laced with something softer--concern, maybe, or just the need to hear Ethan say it out loud. His breath fanned over Ethan's thigh, sending shivers down his spine.
Ethan nodded, his green eyes locking onto Oliver's. "Yes," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Just... do it. Hard. Fast. I don't want to wait anymore."
The intensity in Ethan's gaze ignited something primal within Oliver. He didn't need any more encouragement. With practiced ease, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube, uncapping it and drizzling a generous amount onto his fingers.
Ethan bit his lip as Oliver's slick fingers probed him, spreading the lube inside with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was both foreign and exhilarating, making his cock twitch and ache even more. He clenched around Oliver's fingers, his muscles straining as they adjusted to the intrusion.
"Relax," Oliver cooed, his voice soothing yet commanding. "Let me in, Ethan. Let me feel you."
Ethan groaned, his head falling back against the couch as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. He felt stretched, filled, and utterly consumed by Oliver's touch. Each movement of Oliver's fingers brought him closer to the edge, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.
But Oliver wasn't done yet. He added a third finger, scissoring them inside Ethan with purposeful thrusts. His free hand cupped Ethan's balls, massaging them gently as he worked. "Tell me how it feels," Oliver demanded, his voice dripping with dominance.
"Fuck... oh god," Ethan panted, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. "I can feel you everywhere..."
Oliver smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over Ethan in this moment. He removed his fingers slowly, giving Ethan a brief reprieve before replacing them with his cock. The head of his thick shaft pressed against Ethan's entrance, slick and ready.
"Here we go," Oliver muttered, gripping Ethan's thighs tightly as he pushed forward.
Ethan gasped as the broad head breached him, the initial stretch painful but quickly morphing into something else entirely. Pleasure mingled with discomfort, each sensation blending together until he couldn't tell one from the other. He clenched around Oliver instinctively, his body welcoming the intrusion despite its protestations.
"Jesus, Ethan," Oliver growled, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. "You're tighter than I imagined. Fuck, you're perfect."
Ethan's only response was a strangled cry as Oliver sank deeper, filling him inch by agonizing inch. The pressure built inside him, a coiled tension that threatened to explode at any moment. He could feel every ridge and vein of Oliver's cock, each one a new source of stimulation that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.
Finally, Oliver bottomed out, his hips flush against Ethan's ass. For a moment, they both stayed still, savoring the connection they shared. Ethan's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths mingling with Oliver's as they adjusted to the new reality of their entanglement.
"Ready?" Oliver asked, his voice almost unrecognizable, hoarse with arousal.
Ethan nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he braced himself for what was to come. "Do it," he urged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Fuck me, Oliver. Show me how much you want me."
With a stifled groan, Oliver pulled back slightly before plunging forward again, his thrusts hard and unrelenting. Each movement sent jolts of electricity through Ethan's body, his nerves alight with the sheer intensity of the act. He cried out, his voice echoing off the damp walls of the basement as Oliver continued to claim him.
"That's it, Ethan," Oliver grunted, his grip tightening on Ethan's thighs. "Take it. Take everything I give you."
Ethan did, his hands clawing at the cushion beneath him. Oliver's thrusts grew faster, more erratic, fueled by the urgency of their desire. Each impact sent ripples of pleasure cascading through Ethan, his cock throbbing uncontrollably as he approached his climax.
"Oliver... please..." Ethan begged, his voice trembling with need. "I'm so close..."
Oliver didn't respond verbally, but his actions spoke volumes. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Ethan's cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much for Ethan to handle, his body tensing as he teetered on the brink of release.
"Come on, Ethan," Oliver whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Let go. Give me everything."
Ethan did. With a guttural scream, his body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. His cum spattered onto his chest, painting it white as he came undone in Oliver's arms. The sensation of Ethan's orgasm triggered something deep within Oliver, his own restraint crumbling as he buried himself inside Ethan one last time and let go.
"Fuck, Ethan," Oliver groaned, his voice breaking as his cock pulsed inside him. "I'm coming... so hard..."
His thrusts became ragged as he spilled himself deep within Ethan, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a few moments, neither of them moved, locked in a breathless embrace as they clung to each other, their hearts pounding in unison.
Oliver finally pulled out, his breathing heavy as he collapsed beside Ethan on the couch. They lay there in silence, the weight of what they had just shared settling over them like a warm blanket.
"Damn," Oliver breathed, his voice soft and reflective. "That was... indescribable."
Ethan turned his head to look at Oliver, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice quiet but filled with contentment. "It really was."
Their eyes met, and for a moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of them, connected in a way that went beyond words. And then, as if on cue, the distant sound of Christmas carols drifted down from upstairs, reminding them of the world they had left behind.
"We should probably get back," Oliver said reluctantly, sitting up and glancing toward the staircase. "Before someone comes looking for us."
Ethan nodded, though he made no move to stand. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Oliver's. "Not yet," he said, his voice tinged with longing. "Can we just... stay like this for a little while longer?"
Oliver hesitated, his gaze softening as he studied Ethan's face. Then, without a word, he lay back down beside him, their hands intertwining as they basked in the aftermath of their passion, with Christmas carols softly playing from above.