Tom the Fireman Part 66
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When Tom arrived home after work, he placed his arm around Steven, nibbling on his ear, he let Steven know how he was a hit with firemen's wives. Continuing the guys stated if it was anyone else they might have been jealous, but since they met you, they know you're not a threat to their marriages.
Leaning back in Tom's arms, Steven chuckled as he reminisced about last night, ducking the intimate questions they were asking about him and his husband. Placing his hand on top of Tom's, Steven gloated, "I think they were jealous that I had the best-looking husband there."
Feeling Tom squeeze him, "You're probably right."
"Thank you for being there supporting me last night, it meant a lot to me," Tom continued, feeling the joy welling up inside him, as he held his man. Though not wanting to say anything, Tom thought how lucky he was, and how generous Steven was. Not only did he make Tom happy, but he also did the same for several other people with his anonymous gifts, celebrating the season.
But with a small acknowledgment, Tom kissed Steven on the cheek, "That's from Mark." Steven knew what he meant, feeling the joy in his heart.
Thinking about the previous day, Tom chuckled when he snuck the gifts into the firehouse, saying he found them at the back door when he came in. Seeing a list of names, Tom knew Steven did his research, but not asking how; he was gracious with his husband's generosity. Tom knew there was no other man like Steven, who could possibly love anyone more. But he knew he couldn't say anything, and that's how Steven wanted it.
When he was asked again today, he knew he had to be tight lipped, but it was Mark who realized who the secret Santa was, hence asking Tom to give his husband a kiss for him. Tom didn't question how he knew saying, "It's just between you and me." Mark nodded his head in agreement.
It was Mark who took the phone call, telling the reporter that an anonymous person donated for Santa to hand out. They don't have any idea who it was, just instructions left with a list of the recipients. We just merely followed his wish, making several people very happy. The reporter kept asking questions, and Mark repeatedly replied he didn't know, it's a Christmas miracle.
As the day continued on, the inquisition was dying down, people accepting the fact that they will never know who the mysterious donor was, but it did start a few people wanting to start a fund for next years. Mark said that was a fantastic idea, as last night had its own magic. Never in the few years he played Santa, had he ever felt the magic like he did that night.
As Steven sat back and smiled, thinking how Mark saw him with a cartload of goodies, he wasn't going to blow the whistle. Steven's husband worked for the fire company, and it was his way of spreading cheer and goodwill, knowing he would never be a public servant.
As Tom left Steven in front of his computer, Steven returned to his drawing program, working on the finishing touches of his Hexenkopf project, getting it ready to submit his design. Tom went into the kitchen, as Steven listened to pots and pans banging around as Tom was preparing to make dinner. From his office Steven's senses were awakened from the aroma of Tom's great cooking tantalized his taste buds, realizing he was famished.
Turning off his computer for the evening, Steven joined his husband in the kitchen, asking if they were going to make a salad. Tom turned to kiss him on the lips, as he nodded his head, `yes,' thinking about Steven's excellent salads. As Tom continued to cook, Steven went to the refrigerator and pantry to gather the ingredients. Tom turned, "It doesn't have to be big."
"I'll have some for lunch tomorrow," replied Tom.
Chopping up the greens, Steven placed them in the spinner, rinsing the freshly cut leaves under the spigot. Putting the basket in the spinner, Steven pushed down on the knob, allowing the centrifugal force to dry the just washed leaves. Once the spinner stopped, he dumped the contents into the glass bowl, sprinkling oregano over the top. Unzipping the trail mix, Steven placed a handful of various nuts and seed along with dried cranberries.
Need some spices, Tom stepped up behind, placing his hand on Steven's hips. Reaching for the spices, as Steven tapped the first hard-boiled egg on the counter. Feeling the gentle touch of Tom, made Steven feel fuzzy inside. After peeling the egg, Steven placed in the slicer, pulling the top over the egg, as the wires sliced it into many pieces. Dumping the contents into the bowl with the other ingredients.
Gathering several shallots from the bag, he placed them on the cutting board, chopping them up including the green part, adding them to the bowl. Turning to see Tom in front of the stove, stirring, Steven glanced at his broad shoulders, as his back tapered to the beautiful ass. Steven felt truly lucky, having a handsome husband that he truly loved wanting to share his life with. Though they were occupied with making dinner, it was time being spent with Tom, which made him a lucky man.
Cutting up the cucumber, Steven had some dirty thoughts, as he giggled to himself if Tom only knew what he was thinking. He held the cucumber seductively, thinking about Tom's ass. Tom turned to see Steven with the cucumber, smiled, knowing what was going through Steven's mind. Not to encourage Steven to waste food, Tom turned back around concentrating on what was happening on the stove.
Slicing the cucumber, Steven quickly picked up the end, placing it into his mouth. Tom was trying to sneak a piece attempted to reach around Steven to grab a bit, as Steven blocked him from stealing it. Working the other side, Steven protected the prized possession, before cutting off the other end, popping it into Tom's mouth. Tom smiled as he chewed the offering, getting a piece of what he wanted.
Taking the knife, Steven scraped the cucumbers into the bowl, looking inside, to see all the ingredients, he could wait to eat it, as it seemed delicious. Removing the stem core from the top of the tomato, Steven sliced it in half, dicing up each half before adding with the rest of the ingredients. Wanting the grater, Steven reached down to the cabinet next to the stove. Collecting the grater, as his free hand wandered up Tom's leg, touching him at the knee as he moved his hand up the inner thigh.
Looking down, Tom smiled as he felt Steven's touch as Steven lightly teased him. With the grater in hand, Steven returned to his counter space, grabbing the carrot, as he ran it up and down over the grater, adding the thin carrot slices to the top of his creation. When he was done, he grabbed the salad tongs, mixing the ingredients together, his mouth was salivating.
Checking the cruets, Steven filled them with Balsamic Vinegar and olive oil. Leaving the salad on the counter, Steven opened the cabinet, pulling out the dinner plates along with the salad plates. Clearing off the dining room, table, Steven sat the dishes on the table, before returning to the kitchen for glasses and utensils. Setting the table for dinner, getting the filtered water from the refrigerator, he filled the two water glasses. Returning the pitcher to its original place, Steven grabbed the bottle of wine Tom selected. Removing the foil before uncorking it and allowing it to breathe as Tom finished up his preparations.
Steven was enjoying his quiet night at home, Tom reminded him quoit season would be starting at the beginning of the year. Steven mentioned he was looking forward to the season, he had been practicing. Tom leaned over to kiss Steven on the lips, as they got ready for dinner. Steven commented on how fragrant tonight's meal smelled.
Pouring the wine, Steven lifted the glass to his lips, swishing it around in his mouth, he enjoyed the bouquet on his pallet, tasting the hints of the different textures, he knew it was the perfect wine for Tom's meal. Skirting around Steven, Tom brought the dinner to the table, both sitting down opposite to each other.
As they consumed their meal, the moans that came from the room if you didn't know any different, sounded like two men enjoying themselves intimately. But this was a typical meal, as they communed together, nourishing their bodies, before spending their night together. Steven looked up at his husband, knowing this is the person he wanted to grow old with.
The two husbands continued their mouth orgasms, as they devoured what was on their plates, sipping the wine as they looked into each other's eyes. Sitting there in silence, cleaning off their dishes, they just basked in the after-dinner glow. The happiness the two emitted when they were together.
Steven was the first, to gather the plates as he placed them in the kitchen, with Tom following behind. With Steven at the sink, Tom brushed up against him from behind, leaning around Steven to put the dishes on the counter. Tom returned to the dining room, gathering more, as Steven started the water for their nightly ritual.
With the remaining dishes in Tom's hand, he nibbled on Steven's ear while placing them on the counter next to the others. Feeling Tom's lips to his ear Steven tilted his head back; closing his eyes, as he felt the tingling against his ear. Feeling Tom touch his arms, Steven gasped, not wanting the moment to end.
Feeling the warm water Steven returned to his task at hand - washing the dishes; as Tom stood next to him, drying them. Feeling the heat from Tom's body, Steven hummed as he cleaned the plates, occasionally stealing a glance from Tom's smiling face.
Returning the dishes to their proper places, Tom listened to Steven humming, filling him with a cozy feeling as he felt himself beam inside. When they both finished cleaning the kitchen, they retired to the den. Feeling cheesy, Steven selected a holiday movie channel, both intently watching the Christmas love story unfold as Tom held Steven in his arms.
Waking up listening to Tom's breathing, Steven nudged Tom, softly waking him up, as the news unfolded on the screen. Standing up, Steven took Tom's hand, leading the way to the stairs, side by side, they ascended like angels to the bedroom. Tom yawned, stretching his arms high above his head, as his shirt rode up displaying his pleasure trail that led from the waistband to his navel. Bending his outstretched arm to wipe the sand from his eyes.
Steven sat on the edge of the bed, removing his socks, placing them together before turning down the top. Setting them on the bed next to him. Standing, Steven unbuckled his belt, popping the button before pulling down the zipper. Grabbing the waistband, he pulled the pants down his hips, then his knees, lifting his right leg free from his pants. Placing his foot on the ground, Steven continued with his left leg. Setting the pants with his socks on the bed.
After rubbing his eyes, Tom reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling the Henley up his torso, first removing his right arm, then his second, and with the shirt still around his neck. Steven peeked as Tom pulled the shirt up over his head, admiring Tom's muscular chest and shoulders. Rubbing his cock through his pants, Tom unbuckled his belt, popping the button before lowering the zipper. His pants fell open, exposing Tom's boxers he wore underneath. Pulling the waistband down his hips, Tom continued to pull his pants over his knees, sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging the right pant leg off, before continuing the same ritual with his left. Wadding them up in a ball, he dropped them to the floor with his shirt.
Steven pulled his underwear down, bending over to step out of them one leg at a time, his semi-hard cock swung between his legs, as he stood there admiring Tom's muscular back. Undoing the buttons at the cuff first, Steven unbuttoned the front before slipping his arms out of his shirt. Folding it before placing the shirt on the bed, on top of his pants.
Tom stood up, turned toward Steven, getting an eyeful of his husband in only a tee-shirt. Reaching for his boxers, Tom pulled them off, adding them to the pile on the floor. Reaching for the covers, Tom pulled them back, fluffing up his pillow.
Steven grabbed the bottom of his tee-shirt, slipping each arm out of the sleeves before pulling it over his head. Folding the tee-shirt, gathering his neat pile of clothing, Steven headed to the closet, placing it in the hamper. Walking, Steven sighed as he looked over Tom's collection. Bending over, he picked up the dirty clothes that were strewn over the bedroom floor, heading back to the closet. Steven dumped them in the hamper, before returning to bed.
Tom got under the covers, waiting for Steven, pulling back the sheets on his side of the bed, Steven got in, pulling them up to his neck before turning to his husband giving him a good night kiss. As Tom turned away from him, Steven spooned up against Tom's back, putting his arm around him, inhaling Tom's scent before he drifted off to sleep.
Tom placed his hand over Stevens, feeling the security of his husband as he spooned behind him, drifting off to sleep with both toasty and warm. During the night, Steven's hand traveled south, wrapping it around Tom's turgid cock, holding onto it as they slept.
Steven woke up to the sound of the alarm, facing the window, he felt Tom's cock pressing against the crevice of his ass. The warm body was pressed against his back as Tom held onto him. Not wanting to move, Steven's own cock throbbed. Ignoring its pleas, Steven worked himself out of the entangled arms to head toward the bathroom, as Tom stayed in the same position.
With his cock leading the way, Steven sat down on the toilet, pressing the engorged tool down into the bowl. Concentrating, Steven started feeling the flow as he sprayed the toilet bowl. His piss going in different directions, as his cock returned to the flaccid state. The stream returned to normal. By the time he was done with pissing his cock dangled between his legs.
Feeling the cold seat warming from his body heat, Steven sat a little longer before he turned the cold faucets on for his morning shower. Avoiding the flow of the shower head, Steven waited for the cold water to warm up before stepping into the shower.
Hearing Steven in the shower, Tom rose from the warm, comfortable bed. Denying his cock attention, Tom entered the bathroom, wiping his eyes, as he headed toward the toilet. Standing as he aimed his hard cock, Tom quickly re-aimed when the stream missed the target, allowing the flow to continue. Tom listened to his stream splash against the bowl, feeling the relief of his bladder.
Tom stretched, yawning before he joined his husband in his morning routine, stepping into the stall behind Steven. Tom pulled Steven's wet body to his chest as whispered good morning into his ear. He wrapped his arms around Steven's chest.
Smiling, Steven turned around to feel the poker against his skin, as he kissed Tom good morning. Grabbing the soap from Steven's hand, Tom lathered Steven's chest as he nuzzled his neck, his hands sliding easily over Steven's smooth skin. Going lower, Tom paid more attention to Steven's cock. Stroking his cock with his soapy hand, before placing the boys in his soapy palm. Making sure Steven was clean down there. Stepping back Tom ran the soap along Steven's ass crack, before Steven voluntarily spread his legs, giving Tom's soapy access to his hole. Steven sighed as he felt the intimate contact, leaning his head back against Tom's shoulder.
Turning around, Steven took the soap from Tom's hand, washing the welcome mat on Tom's chest, before kneeling, face level with Tom's private parts. Steven concentrated as he lathered up the semi-hard cock Tom was sporting as well as the low hangers. He loved hearing Tom's whimper from his gentle touch. Standing back up, Steven kissed Tom before running his soapy hand to lathering Tom's massive back. He loved feeling the muscles with his fingertips. Holding Tom against him, their sudsy bodies touched. They began a rhythm as they slipped against each other. Lowering his hands, Steven had each cheek in his palms, pulling them apart, Steven paid attention to Tom's butt to make sure it was super clean. Gasping as he felt the slick fingers caressed his hole, Tom leaned down to kiss Steven. Stepping back, Tom allowed Steven to rinse his soapy body. The suds cascading down his body toward the drain. As Steven felt clean, he stepped out of the way, allowing Tom to rinse the soap from his body.
Turning off the water, Tom accepted the towel Steven handed to him, they dried themselves before heading to the vanity. Wiping the fog from the mirror, Steven examined his face, before combing his hair. Feeling his growth from yesterday, him mixed the shaving lather with some warm water, before applying it to his face. Carefully with his straight razor, he removed the day-old stubble from his face. Looking over, he watched as his naked husband performed the same ritual.
Steven walked back into the bedroom gathering his undergarments, before putting them on. Steven was in his underwear, socks, and tee-shirt when Tom was stepping out of the bathroom, heading to his dresser to retrieve the undergarments he was going to wear. As the naked man stood there contemplating what to wear, Tom started to route through his socks, wanting to find a festive pair that was donned last year, thinking they were probably left at Sam's. Picking out a pair, Tom sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his foot over his knee, as he rolled up the sock, placing it over his toes, pulling up to his calf, repeating the same with the other foot.
Reaching down to adjust his cock between his legs, he decided to go skimpy by finding an old pair of bikinis. With Steven watching, Tom stepped in the thin material that barely concealed anything. Pulling them up.
"I hope you're not in an accident," Steven criticized. His eyes said everything, not seeing Tom wear something so small.
Turning to see his partner in underwear and tee-shirt, Tom reached down, adjusting himself. Ignoring Steven's comment as he pulled a Henley over his head, slipping each arm in the sleeves. Pulling the bottom of the Henley to his waist. The hemline was hiding his family jewels as he walked downstairs for breakfast.
Steven liked that look of seeing Tom in only a shirt, but the dark socks made him the adorable dork he indeed was. Biting his fingernail, Steven followed suit by joining Tom for breakfast. Pouring cereal into a bowl, Tom asked Steven if he would like some. Nodding his head, `no,' Steven walked to the frig, handing the milk to Tom as he retrieved a yogurt for himself.
"Do you want juice," Steven asked as he held the container, Tom nodded, `yes," the smell of fresh coffee filled the air, both waiting to feel the jolt of caffeine they so desired. Stealing glances of his husband, Steven thought about the night of relaxing in front of the TV with Tom in his Henley and underwear, reaching down, adjusting his stirring cock.
Tom placed the cups on the counter, adding sugar and some milk before the morning stimulus in both cups. Looking at Steven, he nodded as they both exited the kitchen to sit on the other side of the counter. Resting his foot on the seat of the stool, Tom sat like a child as he ate his cereal, watching Steven peel a banana. Tom's thoughts were sinful as Steven placed the tip inside his mouth.
Moaning as he took the first bite Steven closed his eyes, tasting the fruit before reaching for his cup of coffee. Sipping from the mug, as he sat upright on his stool, Steven stared out the kitchen window, enjoying the morning welcome the sun, as it rose in the sky.
When Tom finished his coffee and cereal, he placed his hand on Steven's thigh, leaning over to kiss him, patting Steven's leg, "I must get dressed. Are you going to do the dishes?"
Nodding his head `yes,' Steven watched as his husband walked up the stairs, admiring his legs and arms, as he wore the Henley perfectly. Standing up, Steven gathered the plates to push to the other side of the counter. Walking into the kitchen, Steven gathered the rest of the breakfast dishes washing them as he hummed to himself. While cleaning up, Tom came back downstairs in his uniform. Steven exited the kitchen to walk toward his handsome lug, leaning in for a kiss goodbye, as he watched his husband leave for the morning.
Looking at the time, Steven realized he had to get ready for the drive to Easton for his morning meeting. Taking a deep breath, he walked upstairs. Looking into the mirror, he fixed his hair before going into the closet to get dressed. When he was done, the landscape architect looked dapper in his white shirt and dark pants, gathering his laptop, Steven was out the door and on his way.
On his way to the car, his phone ran, not recognizing the number, Steven answered. On the other end, Janice introduced herself, asking if he could get permission from his husband to go out with the girl's tomorrow night.