On the twelfth day of Christmas I gave my true friends:
The gift of voyeurism
Christmas Eve
Joe scurried around the messy kitchen, tidying, needing something to occupy his hands. Hands he was sure hadn’t stopped shaking since he’d set up the cameras in his bedroom. His hand automatically went to his stomach, feeling the ball of excitement clench and flutter, as it had done for days. He’d barely eaten any of the delicious food displayed on the large oak table and the kitchen sides. He wasn’t sure the large knots would allow for it.
He glanced at the kitchen door. The rowdy noise coming from the hall and lounge blended with the cheerful Christmas music Brad had stuck on before people had started arriving at lunchtime. Now several hours later, people were finally leaving.
Joe was pleased it had gone off without a hitch for Brad, but he just wanted all the guests to leave so they could get to the evening festivities.
Sex, sex, and more sex.
Joe shuddered.
Tiny shivers skittered under his pale lemon cashmere jumper. His cock pressed against the zipper of his chocolate-brown trousers, making him all too aware the time was counting down. It had taken a superhuman effort to keep his excitement under wraps. Especially when his body wanted everyone to know that his cock was weeping with joy with thoughts of being buried inside Stuart, again.
Brad rushed into the kitchen, distracting him with a pile of empty teetering plates. Brad hurried to the sink. His eyes wild and his cheeks flushed.
Joe intercepted him, grabbing some of the dirty plates. Brad’s preoccupied thank you had him give him another look.
Joe bit his lip, struggling to hold his smile in at the once gorgeous riot of blond curls. Blond curls that were now a tangled mess and looked like a family of birds had taken up residence and had been fighting for space.
“You okay there?” Joe regretted asking when Brad’s gaze fixed on him like a tractor beam.
“Do I look okay?” Brad stabbed the air between them before pointing around the messy kitchen and towards the hall. “Have you seen the state of my home? Those…”
Joe chewed on his tongue, hoping the pain would stop the giggles from escaping when words failed Brad.
“Those… people… dicks… cretins… work colleagues… friends?” Joe couldn’t resist offering suggestions when Brad ignored him, pushing up his jumper sleeves before filling the sink with soapy water.
Greg’s angry voice interrupted them as he stormed into the kitchen, his orange face now more a shade of dark copper with the heat staining his cheeks. “I’m going with dicks and maybe cretins thrown in for good measure. Louise is fucking both of those and a few more, and if she doesn’t leave right this second, I may be arrested for assault.”
“Oooohhh. What has she done now? I thought you’d been doing a good job of avoiding her.” Joe offered a smile as he patted Greg on the arm. No one had had the courage to mention that the orange of his jumper hadn’t disguised the colour of his skin.
The fact that Aaden had stood for a full three minutes opening and shutting his mouth, no sound coming out, had been tantamount to that. Joe took his hat off to him that he’d not let out the mirth that had clearly shone in his dark onyx eyes. Though he was convinced he’d heard Aaden muttering about orangutans and that he was going to kill Nick for not warning him.
“Joe. Earth to Joe. Come in, Joe.” Brad waved his soapy hand in front of his face. “Are you going to help or just stand there staring into space?”
Brad and Greg’s giggles had him flick them the finger. He grabbed the tea towel off the side, picked up the wet plates, and dried them.
Joe paid attention when Greg leant into his ear angrily whispering.
“Did you see who Louise brought with her? Emma. For fuck’s sake, I thought Martin was going to have a fit when she strolled through the door. I heard her making nasty comments about me. She even had the cheek to tell Paul that I’d probably fucked Stuart to get the office managers job.”
Joe raised his brow but said nothing as Greg carried on ranting.
“I’ve purposefully stayed away from the alcohol because the last thing I need is to tell her exactly what I think of her and Emma.” Greg glowered down at his hands before continuing. “Especially when I’m tangerine. I’m not giving her any more ammunition.” Greg’s loud sigh battled with the escalating noise in the hall.
Joe patted Greg’s arm, offering a supportive smile.
Walking to the door, Joe bobbed his head out into the hall and took a quick look. Several people mingled in the hall, making him sigh in frustration. As he came back into the kitchen, he looked at Brad. “How much longer before everyone leaves? It can’t be much longer, surely? It’s been a great party, but you know we have places to be, people having sex to watch.” He lowered his voice as he finished speaking.
Joe’s head shot towards the doorway when he heard a noise.
Nick hobbled in, eyeing Joe.
Joe felt his face heat, realising he must have heard him. He relaxed his hands, choosing to ignore Nick’s sexy smirk. “Phew.” Joe swiped his brow as he giggled at Nick. “I thought you were one of the party goers.”
“Naw, it’s only poor old me, the one not going to the after-show party.” Nick fired them all a grin full of white teeth as he hobbled to the kitchen table, swiping up one of the tiny chocolate cakes left on the silver platter. Shoving it into his mouth, he chewed before speaking. “If I’m not getting sex, then I’m having chocolate, lots of chocolate.” As if trying to make a point, he shoved two more cakes into his mouth.
Everyone laughed when he groaned and moaned, making a big production of eating the cakes. His chocolate-coated tongue swiped at his pale lips leaving a trail of chocolate in its wake. Joe’s brows rose at Nick’s stillness.
He looked over his shoulder at the doorway, seeing why the light of devilment had faded so suddenly from Nick’s eyes. Brody stood hovering in the doorway with his grey-green eyes fixed on Nick’s mouth. He seemed oblivious to everyone else in the room. He appeared to only have eyes for Nick, if the hungry expression was anything to go by. Joe would bet all his money Brody wanted to be the chocolate that Nick was lavishly licking off his lips.
Joe coughed, hoping to break the sudden tension that was pinging around the room. He saw Brody lower his eyelashes, hiding his expression, when he caught him watching him.
Brody turned to Brad, offering his hand. “That’s the last of your guests leaving, Brad. I just wanted to come and say thank you for inviting me today. And I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” Brad took the outstretched hand. His smaller hand was engulfed in Brody’s, making Joe take notice of how large they actually were.
Out of the corner of his eye, Joe caught Nick’s lip curl when Brody touched Brad.
Brody’s casual wave and quick “bye” as he left gave Joe a feeling he’d might have missed something important between Nick and Brody when he turned to look at Nick. The closed expression he wore matched Brody’s to a tee.
He sighed, knowing that whatever was going on between them, this did not appear to be the right time to discuss it. He made a mental note to talk to the others about how they could approach Nick and get him to spill the beans. His aversion to chatting about himself had Joe chew on his lip while he thoughtfully considered his friend who had gone back to eating the cake left on the table.
Joe pushed his worry to the back of his mind for now when he couldn’t find any solutions to help him.
He looked down at his partial erection. You are totally to blame. You hear me?
The fizz bubbling through his bloodstream seemed to pick up pace when the excitement he’d been feeling all day made its presence felt.
He waved his shaky hand, pointing at the messy counters. “Come on, let’s get this mess sorted. You know what they say. Many hands make light work. And my hands are ready for some heavy-duty work, if you get my drift.” He chuckled at the eye rolls he got, but everyone moved to help with the cleanup.
Joe dashed up the stairs, purposefully leaving everyone downstairs in the kitchen having a drink.
He went in search of Stuart. Remembering he needed to check the room first, he hurried into their bedroom. He switched on the lamps on the bedside cabinets and turned off the overhead light. The soft glow from the brass lamps highlighted the room, offering enough light for the cameras and the other occupants to see everything.
He sucked his lip between his teeth as he considered whether to light the candles he’d bought and scattered around the room. His eyes narrowed. Joe shrugged, lighting several of the fat red candles. He surveyed the effects of the flickering shadows that were cast over the bed. He sniffed. His lips lifted in pleasure at the scent of cranberry wafting up.
Stepping back, he found his hand gripping the back of his neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed continually. He felt his stomach roll. Tilting his head, he listened. The sounds of the shower running in the en-suite caused his pulse to leap at the thoughts of Stuart, naked and wet.
Joe made his hands relax, rubbing them down his trouser legs. His eyes narrowed as they landed on the bathroom door. Stuart had escaped upstairs the minute they had returned home. He hadn’t missed the tight lines around Stuart’s mouth throughout the party or the forced smiles he’d offered to his colleagues while he’d circulated, trying to speak with everyone.
The rigid tension in his shoulders when they’d left the house to come home with Aaden, Greg, Martin, and Brad had him question if he should tell everyone to just go home. He didn’t want to, far from it. And he could admit to himself he was a little worried Stuart would renege if he asked him if that was what he wanted.
The light layer of sweat he felt at his hairline had him pushing his hair away from his face. He gave his clothes a fleeting thought, his mind made up. He stripped, giving his body a once-over. He’d waxed and buffed his whole body this morning. His small corded muscles gleamed under the soft flickering lights.
He may not be as muscular as Stuart, Aaden, or Martin, but his body was nothing to be ashamed of. He’d regained all the weight he’d lost with the stress of Joel. In fact, he felt he’d gained more muscle mass with all the workouts he’d done at Brad’s with all the time he had on his hands.
Hearing the shower stop, Joe stepped to the bathroom door and opened it. A wall of scented steam hit him. He dived through the door. He closed it quickly, ensuring the steam didn’t escape and fill the bedroom.
His scrutiny met Stuart’s molten steel gaze as he stood tall. Water dripped unheeded onto the tiled floor. Stuart’s own scrutiny of his naked flesh caused his body to react. His skin flushed. His cock filled and pushed away from his body, offering itself as a gift.
The wanton expression of desire Joe could see on Stuart’s face had him swallow hard. His hands itched at his sides to touch Stuart’s slippery, golden skin, tightly encased over solid muscle. But he knew better. If he started now, he wouldn’t be able to stop.
Showtime.
Joe leashed his need, as you would an angry dog. He held the lead tightly to make sure it didn’t snap as he purposely stepped back. Lifting the warm towel off the heated rail, he threw the red bath sheet at Stuart.
Joe ignored the dampness of his own skin and opened the door. He cast one final look at Stuart. “Are you sure this is what you want?” Joe offered a reassuring smile, even as his stomach knotted and it killed him to ask.
“I told you this morning, yes. And the answer is still the same. I won’t lie and say I’m not nervous, but I’m a hundred per cent sure you’ll find a way to distract me.” The flirty smile Stuart offered had the tension he’d felt in his neck and stomach release.
Giving Stuart a quick wink, feeling more confident than he had when he’d stepped into the bathroom, Joe stepped out.
He picked up the handheld remote for his cameras and switched it on. He gave the room one final glance before he went to shout for the others.
The sound of heavy feet below had Joe move back into the bedroom, towards the bed.
Come on, this is what you wanted.
He gave his armpits a quick sniff when he felt wetness build under his arms. He wafted his arms, happy when all he could smell was his deodorant.
He flicked his gaze to the door when Martin strode in, quickly followed by the others. The air in the room seemed to disappear as four sets of eyes spent a considerable amount of time roaming over his naked body.
Joe’s hands clenched at his sides while he locked out his knees. He forced his shoulders to relax under the scrutiny, his cock jumping right on board with the feel of their perusal. The heat of their inspection left his skin feeling as if it was receiving a passionate caress. He felt the hunger in the room intensify when, with silent agreement, everyone started to strip.
While Aaden and Martin each took a seat in the corner of the room, the bathroom door opened, revealing Stuart’s glorious naked body. Joe had the urge to stake his claim when he witnessed the hungry stares aimed at Stuart.
Come on, you wanted this!
His nails dug into his palms when he caught the look of lust Greg couldn’t hide when Stuart slowly walked past him.
“Look, but no touching.” The words were out before he could stop them. He made sure to look at each man, only releasing his balled fists when he got several nods of agreement.
Joe wanted to groan out loud at Stuart’s sexy smirk when he lay down on the cream duvet, making a show of spreading his legs so that everyone could look their fill. The golden colour of his skin glowed against the cream cover, as Joe knew it would. He’d picked it, imagining this very scenario.
Stuart stretched his arms above his head, flexing his biceps as he placed his head on his hands, ruffling his damp, dirty blond hair. Hair that gleamed in the soft light coming from the bedside lamps. The light cast shadows over his strong features, highlighting his slashing cheekbones and solid jaw. The grey of his eyes seemed to melt into pools of liquid metal when they met the heated stares of the other men in the room.
Joe’s lips lifted, seeing how much Stuart was enjoying the heated stares. Stuart’s body betrayed his need. His long, thick veined erection seemed to grow harder. It lay heavily against the blond trail of hair on his ridged abdomen with precum glistening from the red, swollen tip.
Joe struggled to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth. He was already anticipating the taste of all the gloriousness splayed in front of him. His pulse thrummed with heady excitement. He took a deep inhale, enjoying the musky scent of male bodies and the hint of all the different aftershaves that didn’t quite mask the sweet cranberry fragrance of the candles flickering around the room.
He stepped towards the bed, willing his body to calm down. He pulled the box he’d hidden under the bed and laid it next to Stuart. The furrow that appeared on Stuart’s brow had him give him a sly wink. “Just a little something you’re going to love.” Joe said no more.
Opening the bedside drawer, Joe pulled out several boxes of condoms and tubes of lube. He’d made no assumptions as to whether everyone would come prepared. The last thing he wanted was for one of them to have to stop and go searching for supplies.
Moving to Aaden first, Joe had a moment to wonder what Aaden’s cock looked like before he lost his train of thought when Aaden twisted Greg around, showing off his colourful skin. The flickering candles hid some of the disastrous orange but not all as Greg was pulled onto Aaden’s lap.
Joe quickly dropped the supplies onto the little table he’d placed next to each chair. He pursed his lips in the hope it would stop the giggles from escaping.
His steps faltered when he turned to Brad and Martin, and his humour died. His breath caught in his throat at the way Martin was slowly opening Brad’s backside to show everyone the little plug nestled between his cheeks.
“Brad was a naughty boy for not asking for what he wanted. So this was his punishment. He has had to endure this little beauty in his arse all afternoon. For the entire party, hey baby.” Martin’s words trailed off as he slowly tugged on the end of the plug before pushing it deeper. The low mewl Brad made as he faced Martin baring his back to the room had his hand lower with a mind of its own, stroking his aching cock.
The scars that Brad struggled to show to the world were now on full display. Joe understood what Martin was doing. The distraction worked not only on Brad but on every man in the room. Joe could smell the scent of lust increase as all eyes were riveted to Martin’s large fingers as he worked the plug inside Brad.
Movement on the bed had Joe cast his gaze back to Stuart. The box he’d placed on the bed catching his attention. Joe let his eyes travel over Stuart, who was now stroking his cock in time with Martin’s movements.
Joe inhaled, hoping to calm the craziness still fizzing inside his bloodstream. Walking back to Stuart, he got up on the bed, kneeling next to him. His lips spread in a warm smile when Stuart’s heavy-lidded, glittering eyes focused solely on him. Ignoring the other men in the room, Joe concentrated his attention on Stuart and what he was going to do to him.
Joe lazily bent forward, nibbling along the seam of Stuart’s mouth, teasing him. He licked and sucked his lips into his mouth before releasing them. He sat back, enjoying the small whimper Stuart gave when he knocked his hand off his cock. “No touching unless I say.” His low growl had Stuart’s cock bob and leak in agreement.
Joe’s chocolate eyes glinted as he smirked.
He reached for the box he’d placed on the bed next to Stuart’s body. Joe made a production of opening the box and revealing what was inside to the others.
He noticed Brad was now sitting on Martin’s naked lap in the same position as Greg. They all now faced the bed. The delight he could see lighting their eyes and the groan coming from the bed had Joe’s balls pull into his body.
His shaking fingers moved lightning fast to tug painfully on his own hairless sac. He took a breath and then another when he felt his heart hammering against his ribcage.
He let his gaze move back to the package, letting his body take a breather from the sexy picture the other men made. He would have plenty of time to look at them later. The thought nearly derailed his hard work and had him almost swallowing his tongue.
Shaking off his thoughts of later, Joe focused on opening up the vibrating six-inch dildo, holding it up for Stuart to see. The challenging light in Stuart’s eyes was followed by him opening his legs further.
Joe moistened his dry lips.
Game on.
The smug satisfaction lighting Stuart’s eyes gave Joe a moment of worry that he might end looking like a fool in front of his friends. His earlier threat that he would make Stuart beg for his cock came back.
Changing his mind, Joe placed the vibrator down next to Stuart’s head so it was in his line of vision. He decided Stuart would need to beg first, and his mouth watered at the possibilities.
Dipping his head, he let his hair flop forward so it hid the sly wink he gave the others before he lowered his mouth to Stuart’s chest. Joe moved slowly, exploring every inch of the golden chest in front of him, teasing with small nibbles, licks, and bites. He blew over the wet tips of Stuart’s nipples, then slowly drew one in his mouth while pinching the other, hard. He’d found out recently that if he played with them simultaneously, he could bring Stuart to the brink of an orgasm, leaving him hanging, desperate for relief.
The following loud moan and drivel pouring from Stuart’s mouth had his lips quirk up. He felt the warm cotton under his knees shift when large hands attempted to hold him in place.
Joe chuckled. His hot breath caused Stuart’s body to undulate. The pool of liquid gathering and glistening on Stuart’s rippling abs beckoned Joe to move lower.
He pulled back, tutting when Stuart initially didn’t want to release his head. As he moved up, he slammed his mouth to Stuart’s puffy lips. He was unable to resist their puffy redness, knowing Stuart had been chewing them while he drove him wild with his mouth.
The kiss deepened as he pushed his tongue into his mouth, tasting a faint alcoholic sweetness. Joe sucked Stuart’s tongue into his mouth, teasing it. He mimicked sucking Stuart’s cock, letting him know exactly what he was going to be doing next.
The whimpers and groans as he sucked harder had his own cock dripping onto the duvet cover between his legs.
The sounds behind him filtered past the raging need that seemed to have developed teeth when Stuart went to grab his cock. Slapping his hand away, Joe looked at the end of the bed and stilled.
His eyes grew heavy-lidded at the sight in front of him. Both couples were still facing the bed, only now Greg and Brad were both straddling their men’s laps facing him. Aaden and Martin were both caressing their respective partners’ bodies. The sounds that were pouring out of their mouths were obscene, causing his cock to buck in delight.
Fuck.
He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to last. At this rate, he would be coming like a teenager. The air sizzled with all the lusty desire floating around the room. Joe gritted his teeth and pulled his gaze back to Stuart reluctantly.
Stuart watched him from under hooded lids. Remembering what he’d been planning before he’d got distracted, Joe crawled further down the bed, kneeling sideways over Stuart’s lower body. He inhaled as he buried his nose into his groin. Salt and male muskiness filled his nose along with Stuart’s body wash. He took another deep sniff, opening his mouth to taste. He nuzzled at the join between his thigh and hip. He licked a path down towards Stuart’s pucker. The slight quiver when his tongue slid over the hot flesh had a hot snigger escape.
He blew out, teasing the flesh before dragging the tip of his tongue around the rim, wetting it thoroughly. Struggling to go deeper, Joe pulled back.
“Oh no… no… please don’t stop.” The sudden wail from Stuart had him slither quickly to nestle between his legs, offering his back to the men sitting behind him.
He gave his arse a wiggle as he settled and spoke, “You have nothing to worry about. I’ve only just got started.” His rasped response and movement had Stuart stretch his legs as wide as they would go.
Joe leant forward, reaching for a soft pillow. He sat on his haunches, pushing it under Stuart’s hips. The soft cotton scraping against Stuart’s arse had a low moan push past his clenched lips.
Joe lowered back to his knees and leaning forward, he blew on the purple, engorged tip of Stuart’s erection. A mewl and hip thrust had him leaning closer, taking pity. He slowly mouthed the bulbous head, greedily sucking the salty liquid into his mouth. Stuart’s essence burst across his tongue. Joe pulled back, eyeing the mess glistening on Stuart’s stomach.
“Let me help you with that mess.” His heated words and sweeping tongue received several whimpered moans. Unsure who they came from and past caring, Joe leisurely cleaned Stuart’s stomach. Every now and then he would swipe at the tip of his shiny cock.
Joe tormented Stuart till he was humping his face. Taking pity on him, he opened his throat. The skin stretched around his mouth as he swallowed deeper, feeling the hot silky steel sliding against his tongue. He lapped at the length as it moved in and out of his mouth. Each thrust made his hole quiver, feeling empty. The ache grew with each deep swallow he took.
He wanted to gripe, knowing that Stuart’s glorious cock was going nowhere near his arse tonight. Fuck that.
Bringing his hand to his mouth, he stretched it wider, allowing his fingers to brush against Stuart’s cock, eliciting a long moan. Joe knew where Stuart thought those fingers might go, but he was going to be sorely disappointed. Joe had other ideas, and his own need to be filled at that moment was overruling everything else.
He moved his hand between his spread knees, lifting his arse higher so the men behind could see what he was about to do. Joe swiped the saliva-soaked digits over his own pulsing hole, teasing himself with a couple of swipes before he pushed two fingers in, hard. He groaned around Stuart’s cock when he sensed movement behind him. Not wanting to release Stuart to look, he reminded himself he could watch what was happening behind him later. That thought spurred him on.
Putting on a show for those behind him, he worked his mouth and hand in tandem. Joe found his own heavy cock hanging towards the bed, allowing the tip to brush against the wet sticky cotton, teasing him to distraction.
The slick sounds increased as his saliva dripped down Stuart’s turgid cock. He felt Stuart’s hips pulsing up, as if offering up his arse. Joe’s sac tightened painfully at the thought. The tingle in his spine told him he wasn’t going to last much longer if he didn’t move things along and give Stuart what he wanted.