LOGAN WOKE CHRISTMAS morning to a set of warm lips kissing their way down his chest and over his abdomen, and when a wicked tongue flicked over his navel, making him groan, a throaty chuckle came from beneath the covers.

Logan shut his eyes as he scooted a little bit further under the sheets, and as those flirty lips moved further down his treasure trail, Logan spread his legs.

Mmm, Merry Christmas, he thought, as Tate shifted between his thighs and skimmed his fingers lightly down his side, making Logan flinch. He whipped the sheets back, and Tate’s tousled hair flew every which way as he raised his head, and when he blew a curl from his forehead only to have it fall back down in his eyes, Logan aimed a quit it look in his direction.

“I’m sorry. I always forget how ticklish you are,” Tate said, but his devilish grin made it plain as the nose on his face that he was lying.

Logan narrowed his eyes on the tease, and when he was about to call him out, Tate lowered his head and drew his tongue up the underside of Logan’s cock.

“Holy…Jesus,” Logan said as he pressed his head back on the pillow.

“That’s right,” Tate said, his mouth hovering over Logan’s hard-on. “That’s who we’re celebrating today.”

Logan chuckled and shoved his hips up in an effort to have that mouth back on his sensitive flesh, and it worked. Tate lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the head of his shaft, and Logan reached down to run his fingers through his hair.

As he directed Tate where he wanted him to go, Logan shut his eyes and reveled in the way Tate worshipped him with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and nuzzled every fucking inch of him until Logan circled the base of his cock and aimed it up at Tate’s mouth.

Tate’s eyes found his, and the heat in them made Logan’s pulse race as he slowly sucked the tip between his lips.

“Ahh, Tate, that’s…” Logan’s words left him when Tate lowered his head and took him all the way to the back of his throat, and fuck him, Tate had perfected that move.

As he drew his lips back up, Tate replaced Logan’s hand with his own and began to stroke him as he sucked—then he started all over. Up and down, he leisurely sucked on Logan as he milked him with his strong grip, and when his cock slid free and Tate slipped his hands under his ass to drag him a little way down the bed, Logan grabbed hold of the sheets and craned his head to watch what was about to happen next.

* * *

TATE’S MOUTH WAS only inches from Logan’s body, and as he lay there with his erection pressed against their mattress, he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing against it. Logan looked phenomenal spread out like he was, and the sounds he was making…yeah, they were fantasy material.

Tate lowered his head and sucked one of Logan’s balls into his mouth, and the growl that came out had Tate releasing him to move to the other. As Tate greedily devoured the body in front of him, Logan’s hand continued to twist and pull in his hair, making Tate’s arousal increase with every tug.

With an unrepentant grin, Tate looked up Logan’s body, and when he caught his eyes, he brought one of his fingers up and sucked on it.

“Fuck. Yes…” Logan said, and reached down to grab his knees and hold them out of Tate’s way, clearly wanting exactly what Tate was promising without words.

Tate lowered his head and kissed his way up Logan’s cock, and as he swallowed him between his lips, he slipped his finger inside Logan’s tight hole, making him curse loud enough that Tate wouldn’t have been surprised if their neighbors heard.

Damn, Logan was sexy, and as he began to thrust into Tate’s mouth, he used one, then two fingers on him, bringing Logan to the brink over and over until—

“Tate, God… Get up here.”

Tate moved up and over Logan in no time, and when their erections bumped one another, Logan reached down and wrapped a fist around them. His eyes were blazing at Tate’s as he began to roll his hips up off the mattress, rubbing his dick against Tate’s in a sticky morning massage that was going to end very fucking soon.

Tate crushed his mouth down over the top of Logan’s as he thrust inside that strong fist, and he felt his orgasm race down his spine just as Logan stiffened under him, and the both of them came all over Logan’s hand and both of their bodies.

Tate let out a satisfied breath and rolled to his back, and when he lay beside Logan, he said, “Merry Christmas.”

Logan laughed as they turned their heads on the pillow to look at one another. “Merry Christmas. I have to say, that tradition is one of the most genius ones we came up with that first year.”

“I know,” Tate said. “You really set the bar high that year.”

Logan winked, making Tate chuckle. “I did, didn’t I? But you rose to the challenge.”

“Uh, yeah, with your mouth on me, it was impossible not to rise. But I like that we decided to alternate. It’s only fair.”

Logan ran his eyes down Tate’s body and said, “I will not disagree with that. So, shower and breakfast?”

Tate nodded as he climbed out of bed. “That’s how we do it. So get your ass up. One would think you’re tired or something.”

As Logan got to his feet and followed him into the bathroom, he pinched Tate’s ass and said, “It’s definitely the or something. I have presents to unwrap.”

“So glad you know the true meaning of Christmas there, Logan.”

“I do…it was the first thing out of my mouth, remember?”

Tate turned on the faucet and tugged Logan inside the stall with him, shutting his mouth with a kiss. “I remember, but maybe you should remind me. Breakfast can wait. I think brunch sounds really good right about now.”

AS IT TURNED OUT, they made it downstairs a little bit before brunch would traditionally be served, and Tate had left Logan in charge of setting up a comfy place for them to eat by the fireplace while he cooked breakfast.

Sausage gravy and biscuits had become one of Logan’s favorite holiday breakfasts. Ever since Tate had cooked it for him when they’d first gotten together, that was what he asked for every Christmas morning, so that was what he was getting.

Tate was excited about today. Last night, as he’d been drifting off to sleep, an idea had popped into his head that he couldn’t seem to shake, and the more he’d thought about it, the more Tate wanted to make it happen.

He had a special gift for Logan he was looking forward to giving him, and later tonight, when they got to the Madisons, he had to somehow work out a way to get Rachel or Cole alone and see what they thought about this…idea of his.

When the timer went off, signaling the biscuits were done, Tate got them out of the oven, loaded up two plates, and took them into the living room.

Logan had already filled a carafe with orange juice, and when Tate walked out to where the tree was set up, he smiled at the Christmassy place settings on the coffee table that now had two cushions in front of it.

Tate put the plates down and was about to head back to the kitchen for the silverware when Logan jogged down the stairs in his black-and-white lounge pants, a white t-shirt, and a Santa hat perched on his head.

“And who says you don’t get into the Christmas spirit,” Tate said as he reached up and flicked the fluffy white ball at the end of the red hat. “How do you manage to make even this look sexy?”

Logan stepped around Tate and said in his ear, “By coming twice before I put it on.”

“Oh…so that’s your secret,” Tate said as he turned to watch Logan walk over to the couch and bend over it to grab something.

Damn, his ass is—

“Definitely,” Logan said, interrupting Tate’s thoughts as he came back over with his hands behind his back. “And I can prove it.”

Logan brought his hands up and put a matching hat on Tate’s head. “See, you look totally fucking sexy, and you came twice this morning, too.”

Tate started laughing, and shook his head. “That’s a very factual study you have there.”

“I mean, I do what I must for science,” Logan said, and kissed him. “And I do you for free. Now hurry up. I want my presents.”

Tate’s eyebrow winged up. “Impatient much?”

“Always.”

“Okay, go and sit down. I’ll be there in a minute,” Tate said, and then headed back into the kitchen to grab the silverware and gift that he’d hidden in the cabinet with all the pots and pans—somewhere he’d known Logan would never look.

Once he had it, he walked back to the living room and took a seat on the extra pillow Logan was patting with a lecherous grin.

“Come sit by me, Santa. I’ve been a bad boy and think you should reward me with gifts.”

“Is that right?” Tate said as he settled down.

“Mhmm, so which one of those”—Logan pointed to the colorful boxes surrounding the base of the tree—“is mine?”

“This one,” Tate said, and pulled a red velvet box with a tiny silver bow from his pocket, to place it on the table in front of Logan.

Logan looked down at it, and then raised his eyes to Tate’s. “What is this?”

“I’m not telling you,” Tate said. “You’ve been dying to get your present all week. So why don’t you open it?”

Logan touched his finger to the velvet box, and then he picked it up. Tate sat quietly, waiting, and as Logan opened it and a beautiful silver band came into view, Tate heard his breath catch.

“Tate…” Logan whispered.

Tate reached for Logan’s face and leaned in to kiss him. “Merry Christmas. I thought it was about time you had one of those.”

Logan’s eyes shut as he slowly kissed him back, and then Tate pulled away and gestured to the ring with a tilt of his head.

“Why don’t you try it on?”

The side of Logan’s mouth curved, and when he took the ring out of the box, he said, “Wait, there’s something… What’s on the inside?”

* * *

LOGAN’S HAND SHOOK as he brought the ring up to read what had been engraved on the inside of the band.

He couldn’t believe what he was holding. The last thing he’d expected from Tate was an engagement ring, but then to see I love you. Yes. elegantly engraved around the inside, Logan couldn’t hold back his emotions.

He reached for Tate and wrapped his arms around his neck, and as they sat there on the floor, Logan felt tears on his cheeks and chuckled.

“You made me cry,” he whispered into Tate’s hair. “This is… It’s beautiful, Tate.”

Tate pulled back and took the ring out of Logan’s hand. “I’m glad you like it,” he said. “I wanted you to always know that you are my final and forever yes. And Logan?”

Logan didn’t answer. He was too busy looking at the ring now surrounding his finger.

“I can’t wait to add a wedding band right on top of this one.”

Logan raised his eyes to Tate’s and said with the utmost seriousness, “I’d marry you today if that was what you wanted.”

Tate grinned and ran a thumb along Logan’s bottom lip. “Well, I’m pretty sure everywhere is closed, and we kind of have plans with your brother tonight.”

“Who cares?” Logan said, making Tate laugh.

“Thomas and Lila might.”

“Not fair,” Logan said, and nipped at Tate’s thumb. “Using children to make a point is not a healthy habit.”

“Oh? But trying to seduce me into running off with— Ahh…” Tate’s thoughts got lost as Logan kissed his way up Tate’s jaw line.

“I’m not seducing you. I’m thanking you.”

“Same thing.”

Logan hummed in the back of his throat. “In this case you’re probably right, but…”

“But?”

“I also wanted to let you know that your present is under your place setting.”

As Tate looked under the red fabric, he pulled out an envelope and laughed.

“What?” Logan asked as he twisted the ring slowly around his finger, getting used to the feel of it.

“So those boxes you wrapped over there are…?” Tate said, and pointed to the tree.

“Empty,” Logan said with a cocky smile, proud of his deception, and then a frown formed between his brows. “Wait, what about your boxes?”

Tate really started to laugh then. “They’re empty too.”

“Seriously?”

Tate nodded as he smoothed his fingers along the top of the envelope. “Looks like we both wanted our gifts to be a surprise this year. Must be the theme going around. What is this?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “What did you tell me?”

“Okay…let me open it.”

“That’s right,” Logan said, as Tate undid the envelope, and when he finally got it open and pulled out two plane vouchers, he looked up at Logan with confusion—there was no date or destination.

“They’re good for a year and can be used for purchase to any place. I want you to pick anywhere in the world you want us to go after we’ve planned, and survived, this wedding of ours.”

“Wow, that’s incredible,” Tate said, looking down at them again, and then he tapped them on his palm. “Anywhere, huh?”

“Anywhere.”

Tate pressed a kiss to Logan’s lips. “Thank you.”

“It’s a selfish present, really, because I get to come too.”

Tate waggled his eyebrows. “I would hope so. But so was mine. I wanted a ring on your finger before the end of the year was here.”

Logan looked down at it again and nodded. “I have to say, I love seeing it there.”

When Tate remained silent, Logan glanced up to find him with a far-off expression on his face.

“Earth to Tate…”

Tate blinked, and the smile that lit his face was close to heart-stopping in its perfection.

“Already thinking about where we’re going to jet off to?” Logan asked.

Tate put the tickets down on the table and picked up his knife and fork. “Maybe…”

“Just make sure it’s somewhere that requires minimal clothing and I’ll be a happy man.” Logan also picked up his silverware, and when he cut into the biscuits and gravy and put it in his mouth, he moaned. “This is delicious.”

“Then I suggest you eat up,” Tate said. “You’re going to need your energy if you don’t want to fall asleep at the Madisons’ tonight.”

Logan shoveled another forkful into his mouth and said, “I have all day to rest today.”

“Who said you’re going to be resting?”

“I’m not?” Logan asked, his body reacting instantly to the desire in Tate’s eyes.

“No, you’re not. So eat up, Mr. Mitchell. Because after this, I want to see exactly what I’ll be working with on this vacation where minimal clothing is the only requirement.”