On the twelfth day of Christmas my true friends gave to me:
The voyeurs’ delight
Christmas Eve
Greg ground his teeth together, willing himself not to cry. He took another look in the bathroom mirror, groaning in despair. Gemma had assured him he looked several shades lighter than he had. And okay, the pictures she’d taken proved she was right. But still, there was no escaping. He still looked like he’d been dip-dyed in a vat of orange paint.
He sighed in disgust and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. He peered at the closed door. He knew he couldn’t hide out for too much longer in Joe’s downstairs loo. Aaden was bound to come looking for him any second.
He could still picture the shock on Aaden’s face when he walked into Brad’s kitchen, not ten minutes after Joe had pulled up outside Brad’s house. He wondered if he’d been waiting for him. That thought had his lips lift for the first time in two days. Two long, torturous days where he’d had to avoid Aaden in the hopes he’d not be able to see what a disaster he was dating.
Greg pursed his lips, eyeing the door before looking at the orange jumper covering his chest and back. A back that had a rather large piece of missing coloured skin. He wasn’t sure which bit had amused Gemma more. The fact that he was burnt orange or that he resembled a jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece.
He started at the sudden banging on the door.
He grunted as he got up off the toilet. Knowing his private pity party was about to be halted for the real party that was just about to get started upstairs. A party he still wasn’t convinced he’d not chicken out of when it came to stripping off his clothes.
Greg opened the door to Aaden’s wrinkled brow. He lifted his hand, and stretching up, he rubbed at the lines. “I’m fine. I told you.” Blowing his fringe out of his eyes, he followed Aaden who said nothing, but his dark onyx eyes, he was sure, were sizing him up pretty accurately.
The fact that Aaden hadn’t said a word about his skin was tantamount to a declaration of love right there. Because only a man in love would keep shtum and not laugh his arse off at the calamity that was him.
Greg stopped next to Aaden, hearing Joe’s shout from above for them all to come up.
A cold sweat filmed his upper lip. Swiping at it, he turned, worrying his lip between his teeth when he looked at Martin and Brad. The sparkle in Brad’s eyes forced him to take a grip of his misgiving.
If Brad can do this, then so can I. Just man the fuck up. Brad is about to show off his scars, for pity’s sake. You can surely show off your glowing skin.
Well, he could in principle. It was still to be debated whether his courage would desert him when he got upstairs. All thoughts of where his freckles were positioned were overridden by his bright skin that hid everything, even his freckles.
Lagging behind, he followed Aaden’s arse, clad in tight-fitting navy trousers. The flex of his rock-solid glutes walking up in front of him, diverted Greg from his woes. His cock surged at the prospect of naked sexy time. It blatantly reminded him about the two whole days since his arse had seen any action. A fact Aaden, even with his orange skin, had pointed out when he’d kissed the bejesus out of him when he’d found him in Brad’s kitchen. And okay, he was made up that Aaden didn’t seem to care about his orangeness. But he didn’t know what he would do if Martin and Stuart laughed at him.
No closer to an answer, Greg followed everyone into Joe and Stuart’s bedroom. Greg clung on to the thought that Aaden wasn’t bothered by his skin.
He blinked rapidly while his worries fled. Greg stood still in the doorway, and he struggled to work past the sudden lump in his throat. He heard several indrawn breaths at the sight of Joe’s naked, gleaming body, convinced his was probably one of them. But as his mind was still trying to process what it was seeing, he couldn’t find it in him to care if he’d gasped out loud.
The soft glow from the lamps and flickering candles cast shadows over Joe’s face and sculpted body. His small stature hid none of the strength stemming from his vibrating frame. The tension in the room felt palpable as Joe stood stock still offering up his body to everyone’s gaze. His naked cock stood proud from his body. The swollen red head gleamed with precum. Pale hairless skin looked silky soft, stretching across his toned body.
The minutes felt endless while no one moved.
Greg could almost hear the silent command to strip, as if someone had spoken out loud. His trembling hands automatically did as bid. His early misgiving lost under the wall of want, need, and desire he felt.
He stripped, not making eye contact with anyone. The sound of the bathroom door opening had his eyes jump up. His previous thoughts about what Stuart would look like naked had his body reacting to the powerful image as it formed into a reality.
Greg sucked in a breath. His lungs struggled to accept the air when he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the golden skin scattered with tattoos moving past him. The urge to touch had him dig his nails into his palms as Joe spoke.
“Look, but no touching.”
Not sure if he was directly speaking to him, Greg flicked a quick glance at Joe and exhaled when he saw he was addressing the room.
The feel of heat behind him warned that Aaden had moved. Large hot hands stroked over his back, bringing his attention back to his earlier worries. He turned and looked up from under his lashes at Aaden. Frightened at what he might see, he kept his face blank. Hoping, if he saw disgust, it would help hide his hurt.
Greg blinked, fighting with the ball of emotion that sat in his chest when Aaden offered him a predatory smirk before he slowly teased the skin on his back. He rubbed the tips of his rough fingers down his spine till he reached the cleft of his arse.
A shudder rippled through him. His cock leaked while his body ached to be filled. As he inhaled, he smelt his own arousal mix with those in the room. The heady scent seemed to take away his ability to think as Aaden moved away and sat on the leather seat, spreading his thighs. His monster cock stood proudly, showing the room who was the biggest boy in the playground.
The urge to shout “look, this is mine” had him clench his jaw. His lips ground together as he remembered this was Joe’s show.
He looked back towards the bed where Stuart now lay with his legs spread and his thick hard cock pulsing against his trimmed happy trail of dark blond hair. The urge to step closer and take his fill had him do the opposite. He wasn’t sure how Aaden would react to his past attraction to Stuart, though it was a pale imitation of what he felt for Aaden. His desire for Stuart had only simmered rather than burned, like the craving he held for Aaden.
He recalled how he’d felt when Stuart and he had first met in the office. He had sensed the other man’s interest, but his constant baiting over the first few weeks had ensured that it would never go any further. And after their little run-in where Greg had accidentally spilt his drink on him, they’d cleared the air, allowing for the attraction to die a natural death.
Well, nearly. A little voice shouted.
He could feel the remnants of it now. Like the phoenix rising from the ashes, it wanted to show itself again.
Greg moaned. He was distracted when Aaden pulled him into his lap, almost as if he sensed Greg’s conflict. He hoped he wasn’t projecting his thoughts or that Aaden was reading them. Greg went willingly, hoping to divert Aaden. He wiggled his backside against the large erection nestled between his cheeks, feeling the hair rub his sensitive skin.
He bit his lip, keeping the moan in, barely, as Joe walked away from the bed after speaking to Stuart. He didn’t catch what he’d said, but it didn’t seem to matter when he laid condoms and lube on the table next to Aaden’s right hand.
He nearly snorted when he caught the slight smile Joe gave him when his chocolate gaze skimmed down his body.
Martin spoke, sidetracking him from responding.
Greg shifted his gaze, inhaling.
He froze.
Brad stood naked. His honey skin shone under the soft lighting, but that was not what drew Greg’s eyes. No, it was Brad’s pert arse. An arse that was held open by Martin’s large tanned hands, allowing everyone to see what was hidden. The tip of the butt plug was nestled inside Brad’s tight pucker.
Greg squirmed against Aaden’s hard erection, wishing it was inside his arse so he would be ready for Aaden.
His sky-blue eyes glued to Martin’s hand when it slowly tugged on the end of the plug before pushing it deeper. The low sexy mewl Brad released threw fuel on the fire raging inside him. Movement to his right side had him want to groan. He watched Joe stroke his own cock, his eyes fixed on Martin and Brad.
Greg gripped the soft leather arms of the chair, rocking his backside onto Aaden’s slick cock, feeling it slide between his arse cheeks, giving much-needed friction against his rim. Going back to watching Brad, Greg rocked his hips in time to Martin’s movements.
Brad’s bravery did a number on him. His eyes nearly crossed when Brad stood tall, allowing everyone to take their fill as Martin teased and played with his body. The slick sounds of the butt plug squelching in out of Brad’s body, along with the visual, had Greg’s breath wheeze past his tight lips.
Every eye in the room watched Martin. The flickering candles sitting on the table and window ledge by Martin’s head cast a shimmering light over his dark hair, making it shine. The dark shadow of his facial hair added to the predatory glint in his blown pupils, making Greg think he looked like a caged panther getting ready to unleash his hunger.
Though Martin’s presence wasn’t as intense as Aaden’s, it still had the tiny hairs on Greg’s body lift. Shivering, he pumped his hips faster. His needy cock wept for some attention. He groaned when Aaden stroked his large warm hands down the sides of his body. The rough pads of his fingertips traced lazy patterns down his chest, hovering above his stomach.
The sound of Joe padding back to the bed had Greg lift his heavy lids to watch the show splayed in front of him.
The scent of sex and the sweetness of the burning candles coated the inside of his nose, ensuring he didn’t escape the added torment. The fragrance aroused as much as the scene of Joe bending forward kissing and tormenting Stuart did.
He felt his own cock twitch when Joe swept his tongue over the head of Stuart’s cock, making it glisten with saliva. When Joe moved between Stuart’s legs and lifted his arse, he pushed his sopping wet fingers into his pucker. Greg had to clench his eyes tightly shut. The image burned into his retinas. His balls ached for release.
Aaden’s sudden shifting forward had his eyes fire open. He felt Aaden balance on the edge of the chair, shifting Greg’s legs to either side of the leather seat allowing him better access to his pucker. The low growl in his ear was the only warning he got before he felt rough wet fingers push against him, opening him wide.
Greg mewled. His legs quaked when he felt the two sopping fingers push deep into his channel. The burning stretch edged towards painful before Aaden searched for the hidden spot that would make him moan like a bitch in heat.
His loud moan had Aaden slide deeper, opening him further. The sting and burn morphed into pleasurable pain. Greg rocked his hips, wanting Aaden to go deeper, fill him to the brim.
He felt Aaden’s hot breath ghost past his left cheek. Greg moved his head, meeting Aaden’s desire-laden dark depths.
“Watch them, my redheaded beauty.”
The whispered command had Greg tremble.
“Feel my touch and watch. Does it excite you to feel my fingers buried inside you while you watch Joe fuck himself on his own fingers? See how deep those fingers slid into his hole. Can you feel me deep inside you?”
Greg trembled.
His half-mast lids struggled to watch the show on the bed when Aaden continued to torment him, talking dirty in his ear. He tipped his head back, laying it on Aaden’s broad shoulder when it felt too heavy to hold up. Aaden set the same rhythm as Joe, following each swallow and push of those fingers into his spit-soaked hole.
The visual was too much for him, and Greg whimpered.
The cooling pooling mess he was making over Aaden’s thighs showed the room how much he was getting off on watching Joe. He’d never been a fan of porn, so even though he’d asked to be included in Joe’s plans, he’d questioned whether he’d be able to get off. His hope that with Aaden there, it shouldn’t be a problem now fell by the wayside. It seemed he’d found a new kink he’d never considered before. The sights and sounds, never mind what Aaden was doing to his body, could have his body spurting harder than any volcano.
He froze when Joe reached for the vibrator he’d shown them earlier. His arse clenched in anticipation of what Stuart would be experiencing any minute. As if Aaden had read his body, he stroked Greg’s prostate with each inward glide of his fingers, derailing any coherent thought Greg might have had left in his head.
The sound of buzzing and loud groans coming from the chair next to him had Greg look sideways.
The butt plug lay on the table next to Martin. Brad faced the bed much the same as him, but with one exception. He was swaying and dancing erotically on Martin’s cock. Greg caught the glint of lube shine off Martin’s bare cock as Brad rose and fell. He watched Brad suck his lush lips into his mouth, his dreamy eyes fixed on Joe as he made Stuart writhe on the bed, ruthlessly using the vibrating dildo.
The feel of Aaden sliding his fingers free had him moaning in despair. His empty hole pulsed with the need for more. Happy to be sidetracked from Brad when Aaden shifted him back till he felt the hot slippery head of his cock push against his stretched rim.
It took a second to register that it was bare. Greg twisted his head to look fully at Aaden. They’d talked about going bare after the Friday night at the castle. Greg had made sure to book in for the test on the following Monday, and he’d got the all clear last week. Aaden hadn’t said anything at the time when he’d told him. So he’d just assumed Aaden wasn’t that bothered and was maybe too busy to go.
“Surprise, my redheaded beauty. Merry Christmas.”
The husky words had Greg launch forward. He latched his mouth on Aaden’s, not giving him a chance to say anything else. The scenes in front and at the side of him were forgotten under the welling emotions. They swelled. The force felt bigger than a tsunami wave as it washed over him, drowning him in the depth of love that filled his heart.
His kiss offered up his devotion, his love, as Aaden consumed him. One big bite at a time, it left nothing behind. Not even a crumb.
Greg gave himself up freely, his body stretched open for Aaden. Aaden pushed in with one deep thrust. Greg’s channel convulsed, feeling full. The stretch burned as Aaden stilled.
Sweat coated Greg’s body as he willed himself to relax. Feeling the burn ease back to a throb of need, Greg swayed, allowing his body to clasp and caress the naked cock pulsing in his arse.
He tilted his head sideways, sealing his mouth back to Aaden’s, unwilling to let him go for a second. Not even to breathe.
I can breathe anytime.
His mind clouded, not sure if it was the lack of oxygen or just the building orgasm that was bubbling inside his sac. A sac that now sat so close to his body he wasn’t sure it would ever come back down.
Greg winced as his balls tried even harder to push into his body when Aaden nailed his prostate. It had him release Aaden’s mouth in a breathless moan. Greg swiped his tongue across Aaden’s puffy lips. His hot breath mingled with Aaden’s when he gasped for air.
He eased back, groaning when Aaden’s cock stretched him wider. Greg released the chair he’d been gripping and pushed his soaking hair out of his eyes.
Greg blinked, struggling to see out of his stinging eyes when Aaden lifted his hand, taking hold of his chin and twisting his head back to the bed. Greg moaned and writhed on Aaden’s cock, watching Joe thrust his slicked cock into Stuart. Stuart’s loud cry was silenced as Joe slammed his mouth down onto Stuart’s. The visual was too much to take, and Greg’s heart stuttered in his chest. He slammed his eyes shut. His whole body felt like it was amplified. Much like the Red Arrows when he watched them spiralling in the sky, getting ever closer. Unsure whether this would be the time they’d make a mistake and crash and burn. A burn he could feel now as his body crashed back down on Aaden. The impact spread across his body, heading straight for his cock. Molten heat had it go painfully hard as Aaden shifted, slamming up into his body. His body danced as if he could again feel the fires of the pyre before he erupted all over Aaden’s powerful thighs.
Greg felt his emotions swim through him when Aaden bit his neck. He growled, powering several more times into his convulsing channel. The roar Aaden smothered in his neck had Greg shudder.
The feeling of warm cum dripping out of his aching hole had him finally open his heavy-lidded eyes to smirk at Aaden. He grinned at the look of exhaustion Aaden wore. Greg moved and leant his sweat-soaked skin against Aaden’s equally sticky skin.
Hovering over Aaden’s lips, he whispered, “We gave them a run for their money. Joe will have plenty to watch when he’s finished with Stuart.”
Greg chuckled at Aaden’s eye roll, but he didn’t miss the gleam of satisfaction.
He pressed a quick kiss to Aaden’s mouth when he felt his cock twitch in his aching arse. Before he could speak, the sound of a low growl to his left had him look over at Brad and Martin. The look of bliss on his friend’s face as Martin slammed into his body while working his cock had Greg biting his lip. The tingle in his cock had him shift. Aaden’s sticky cock slid from his body, distracting him when cooling cum slid over his skin.
He gave an alarmed look at the leather between his thighs, completely forgetting everything else when he saw what a mess they were making.
Oh, shit. I hope that doesn’t stain!
“Stop worrying. It will wipe off.” Aaden’s quiet words had him relax. Greg grinned at Aaden. This mind reading thing is just too cool for words. The responding chuckle inside his head had Greg lean back against Aaden’s damp chest and focus back on the scene in front of him.