BEGINNING TO LOOK LIKE CHRISTMAS
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"How many boxes have you got, anyway?" grumbled Marvin as he hauled the latest batch out of the attic.
"I don't know." I said. "Enough to decorate the house."
"Enough to decorate the entire freaking neighborhood, if you ask me." groused Marvin.
"Hey, don't be a Scrooge." I joked to him. Then I looked at the boxes. "Great, these are the porch lights."
"Porch lights?"
"The lights for the porch." I said. "I'll wrap these around, in alternating green and red, and then blue for around the front door. Or maybe this year, I'll use the red for the front door. Doesn't that sound like Christmas to you?"
"Sounds more like a bunch of fairies threw up on the front steps."
"No, no. That's what I want the rooftop to look like." I joked. "What have I got up there so far?"
"Santa and his sleigh with six reindeer, three candy canes, two snowmen, and lights all the way around the edges and across the top." Marvin counted off.
"Plenty more room for a manger scene, then." I judged.
"Is anyone going to be able to even see our house by the time you're done?" Marvin wanted to know.
"God, I sure hope not." I said. "Wouldn't look like Christmas if you could."
"Are we in a house decorating competition this year?"
"No." I admitted. "But I can still outshine the rest of them." I said. "By the time I'm done, this whole house is going to just scream out Christmas."
"Okay." sighed Marvin. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"Sure." I said. "Now, I need you to keep bringing down boxes."
I tackled my porch with my usual flair. As usual, despite what I'd told Marvin, I turned the porch into a sort of Santa's Workshop. You had to wade through elves working on toys (those boxes still upstairs) and Mrs. Santa (we had Santa himself on the roof, you'll remember) holding a tray full of cookies smiling at the passersby. I wish I could have made those cookies real, it would have made a nice touch, but only the snowbirds would have enjoyed eating them if I had tried it.
That done, I went inside and began to work on the inside. The living room got the most treatment, of course, I had the entire ceiling covered with strands of tinsel that I held up with small tacks at strategic points, and to those tacks I tied the paper-accordian-like Christmas bells, the kind that start out looking like a boot, then you fold it out and around and it's a bell. I had a few that turned into Christmas trees. I also had ornaments on strings on the furniture, and some smaller indoor lights around the doorways.
But of course, the piece de resistance was the tree. I had gold ornaments, antiques I'd picked up here and there, and complemented that with a silk yellow strand in lieu of tinsel. Putting lights on a tree like this would have been a false touch, instead, I used hidden lighting to make the ornaments sparkle and the strand gleam. The boughs' tips were adorned with red ribbons tied into bows. And on top of that was a gleaming white star, much brighter than most people used.
Finally, I sat in my chair and said, "Whoof!" Marvin was already sprawled out on the couch. "Done."
"You're done?" Marvin was incredulous. "Nothing more in the garage or you want to go out and buy? You sure you don't want the Santa who jiggles his butt to disco music while he goes "Ho, ho, ho?"
"What's wrong?" I asked Marvin. This was our first Christmas together as lovers, but he'd seen the layout I'd done last year. He'd even helped out at the party I'd thrown that year.
"It's nothing."
It wasn't. I wouldn't have moved Marvin in with me if I hadn't been able to start reading his mind. "No, it isn't." I said. "What's wrong?"
"Well, what are our plans for this Christmas weekend?" he asked me.
"You know." I said. "We're going to your parent's house on Saturday and Sunday, then we'll head out in time to hit my parent's house on Christmas morning early as we can."
"And we'll get back here late Christmas night, right?"
"Yes." I said, still not seeing it.
"So why did we just bust our asses getting the house decorated?" Marvin wanted to know. "I mean, you and me are the only ones who will see it."
"We might have visitors before the weekend." I said.
"We aren't expecting anyone."
"But friends might drop by. Friends with gifts or something."
"Like who?"
"I don't know! Someone might! And if they did, I wanted them to see our house looking nice."
"Nice. Sure. But all this?"
"What's wrong, Marvin?"
"Nothing's wrong, except, we put in an awful amount of work here today, just to look at it ourselves." Marvin pointed out. "I mean, we could have just put up the tree, and maybe a bit of stuff in the yard, not laid out all this...." his hand waved to show just how much he was talking about.
"But it's for Christmas."
"But nobody but us will see it."
"So what?"
"So what? I'm tired and we'll do it all over again after the end of the year to take it all down again. Why do it?"
I was quiet for a while. "I like it." I said.
"You like it?"
"Yeah, I like it. All of it." I admitted. "It just doesn't look like Christmas if I can't put up all the ornaments and decorations and stuff."
"All of it, though?"
"Yeah, all of it." I said, a bit belligerently. "I mean, I want to see Christmas anywhere I look. Living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom." And we did, we had Christmas decorations all over the house. The bathroom had some Santa Claus towels on the rack, and I had a set of miniature decorations on the bedroom dresser.
"Christmas all over the house?"
"All over, anywhere and everywhere." I said. "The more the better. I love Christmas, Marvin, all of it. It's the one time of year people actually try to be nicer to each other. Really, you have grumpy old men who will put on a Santa Claus outfit, and crabby old ladies who will actually smile at you. It's a great holiday, the absolute best. And damn it...I need it."
"Oh." Marvin was quiet for a while. "Well, in that case, there's only one thing I ought to do."
"What's that?"
"Tomorrow evening, after work, I'll stop off and buy that dancing Santa." Marvin said. "We could put him down by the gate, so he could greet people who come to visit. If there are any."
I had to smile. "Are you saying you're becoming a Christmas convert?"
"I'm saying that when we decided to become a couple, I swore to myself that I'd do whatever I had to do to make you happy." Marvin said. "And if Christmas makes you happy, then I say, God bless it!"
"You got that from Scrooge's nephew." I said, recognizing the reference. "I do love you, Marvin."
"I should hope so." Marvin said. "If you didn't, then I just wasted an entire day stringing up Christmas lights for nothing."
"Well, you didn't waste your time." I said, getting up and going over to him. "And I think I can prove that to you."
"What about dinner?" Marvin asked as I laid down on top of him.
"It can wait." I said, kissed his lips. He had a smell of dust about him, dragging boxes out of the attic will do that. I didn't care. "Or we can order in." And I kissed him again, this time I coaxed his tongue into coming out to play, kissing and sucking on the tip.
"Maybe some Chinese food." Marvin suggested.
"Whatever my baby wants tonight, my baby gets." I agreed. "He's been a very good boy all day long. Tonight is all his."
"Now that's getting into the spirit of Christmas." Marvin said and his arms around me clenched me tight and he rolled us both off the couch, landing on top of me with an "oomph!" It would have startled me if he hadn't done this to me before. After the tenth or twelfth time, I was pretty much ready for it beforehand. When I landed, I had my legs outside of Marvin's, and I wrapped them around him. A pretty good position for fucking...too bad we were both fully clothed just then.
But it was a damned nice position even so. After the third such trip off the couch, I'd moved the coffee table back out of the way permanently, so we had a nice expanse of rug free for us to roll about on, and we did. Marvin had on a bulky sweatshirt over a regular shirt, and some old dungarees over long underwear, I had on a t-shirt (I'd been inside most of the latter part of the day and removed my shirt) and blue jeans over boxers. All of it was stuff that came off easy enough when it came time to struggle out of them. We grinned foolishly at each other as we stripped. Marvin's body still turned me on incredibly, he was a long, lanky-muscled guy with short black hair and this devilish goatee, the entire effect was of a lithe panther-like person moving with smooth grace and effortless skill. His lovemaking was the same way, he didn't jar you into your orgasm, he won it from you with the slick, smooth feeling of silk upon bare skin.
So when he bared that chest for me, I was ready to lap some of the day's sweat off of him just for the joy of tasting it. He smirked and raised his arm to let me at the armpit. I say, if you don't love the way your lover's armpit tastes, you aren't ready to move in together. Me, it was the nectar of life itself and I savored every droplet I wrung from the hairs that dangled there.
Marvin moaned and his hand came up and grabbed my cock. I felt the hand wrap my dong like an old friend and just closed my eyes and loved it. Those talented hands knew my every fold of skin and curve of shaft, and how to wring the last iota of delight out of each motion. You can keep your gorgeous guys in the back rooms, there's nothing like a full-time lover to get to know you to your very core. He had my prick in sexual heaven in no time, and I groaned, "Oh, God, stop before I squirt in your hand!"
"We don't want that, do we?" Marvin teased. "What can you offer me in exchange for letting go of you?"
"How about a big dose of gratitude for a man willing to climb up on a roof all morning long for no good reason?"
"I'm interested." he admitted and let go of me.
I slid down onto my knees and his manhood was waiting when my lips found it. Another benefit of loverhood, my mouth knew just how much spit to lather over it as I worked my way down it, just how wide to open to slide it inside, just how to move my jaws and throat to take it down to the base. Nine hot, hard inches of maleness and it went into me like it belonged there. Well, it did.
As agile as Marvin's hand on my cock, I had him moaning as I slid my mouth up and down that long, lovely, luscious, lascivious love-organ, and he ended it much as I had, when he got hold of my head and yanked me off from him.
"Damn, baby, you're good at that." he told me, panting heavily. "But I want to bring this one on home."
"Sure you're not too sore from all the decorating all day long?" I taunted him. "Don't start anything you can't finish."
"I'll show you what I can and can't finish." Marvin said. I lay back on the rug and waited for him to climb on. So long, so lean, so lovely, is my lover, I yearn to have him loving me all day and all night long. We'd been together for fourteen months now, living together for eight, and to me, it just kept getting better.
Like when that slicked-up pud came knocking at my back door. God, I'd gotten so used to that particular dong, I hardly needed the lubrication any more, my body knew how to relax and let it come sliding into me. There wasn't a glimmer of pain anymore, just the deep, warm satisfaction of getting filled up with my lover's dong. I shuddered with the raw pleasure of that feeling and was quivering with the edge of climax by the time he had it driven in to the base for the first time.
As I said before, he moved with the smooth, even, fluid motions of a big cat, the grace that let a leopard drop from a tree onto its prey without wasted movements or graceless clambering. And the teeth of passion had dug into my jugular vein with a grip that would never let go. I was groaning, my body aching for orgasmic relief, and that was where Marvin kept me as he moved with his soft strokes into my body. It was like being held high in the air, kept suspended in that ecstatic state you hit just before climax mauls your brain, Marvin's loving took me there and kept me there. In that glorious orgasmic mode, I looked about me with eyes that saw through the filter of ecstasy and the tree and the lights and the tinsel and the ornaments all gleamed and sparkled and shone, even the paper-mache Christmas bells were shining with a light of their own, as if they were brand-new and untouched by human hands, as if the paper were clipped into shape by angels, and brought down to earth on pillows of clouds, to hang there in celebration of our love.
I endured that delicious torment for a time, I don't know how long for my sense of time had been shot the moment Marvin had entered me, I only know that my body stopped begging for release and became belligerent, it began to demand that I complete this, and it moved to force the climax, my ass began to clench and milk at Marvin as he thrust into me, and Marvin's own body responded by becoming more aggressive, more leonine, less a panther and more a mauling tiger, and I reacted by unsheathing my own claws, my fingertips dug into Marvin's back and clung to him, Marvin hissed, his back arched, his head threw itself back, teeth clenched and with a hiss and a snarl and a grimace, his hot seed raced into my body, pouring into the pool of my bowels in liquid pearls of joy.
He was coming, my lover was coming, I had the heat of his body, the moans of his throat, the sinuous arcs of his muscles tensed as a bow with arrow notched to fly, and my own orgasm struck me, I groaned and my cock ejaculated onto Marvin's stomach and chest, fell back onto me in fat drips of hot gooey jism, and I felt the bond of our love throbbing between us in a song that would never grow old or stale. Marvin's body came to rest atop me, not falling, but resting upon me in his exhaustion, knowing he would be welcome there, and I held him all sweat-covered and breathing heavy as my own final dregs of orgasm still quivered within my soul, like the drops of rain upon soaked ground must wait until it can enter.
"Mmmm!" Marvin said and he shifted to rest his weight now upon his knees and elbows and he looked into my eyes from an inch or so away. "You just keep getting better, baby."
"I was thinking the same thing myself." I agreed, and we kissed.
"For a ride like that, I'll decorate this whole house every damned day." Marvin said.
"Just once a year is all I ask." I said.
"I think I can live with that." Marvin said. "Why don't I call for that Chinese food now?"
"Sounds good." I agreed. My stomach was grumbling a bit.
"Marvin went to the phone and looked out the window. "Looks like we got the decorations up just in time."
"Why?"
"It's starting to snow."
"Really?" I went over to the window and looked out. Sure enough, in the hour or so we'd been inside, it had already lain down a fine dusting of white upon all the surfaces outdoors, all my elves were now looking like a bag of flour had been cut open badly around them.
But that fit, fit just fine.
"What do you know?" I said to my lover who had just put his arm around my shoulders. "The best decoration of all has arrived. It's finally beginning to look like Christmas to me."
THE END
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