The morning sunlight wasn’t what woke me up on Christmas morning, although it was streaming in big bright bands through the slightly parted curtains.

No, what woke me up on Christmas morning was the man of my dreams, the only thing I’d want under my tree.

I was on my side, with Andrew spooning me from behind, his arm over me, his lips softly pressing against my neck. “Good morning,” I said, a brightness already in my voice. I was never really a morning person. I didn’t hate them, but I definitely didn’t look forward to them.

Not anymore, though. Andrew was making me look forward to every single morning we woke up next to each other, wrapped up in our warmth, our naked bodies cuddled up together, limbs tangled with limbs, hardness pressing against hardness.

Hell, even the morning after a shitstorm-filled day felt great with Andrew next to me.

I scooched my ass back, fitting myself into the curve made by his body. I could feel him getting excited against me, making my already hard cock throb against the big white comforter lying over us.

“Morning,” he said. “And Merry Christmas.” I could hear the smile in his words.

I rolled over so I could face him. He was so damn cute, with his sleepy eyes and messed-up hair and soft smile. “Merry Christmas, baby.” I pushed in for a kiss, the smile transferring to me. “How’d you sleep?” I asked.

“It took me a little, but I knocked out,” Andrew said, kissing me again. Between us, our hard lengths pulsed against each other. I pushed my thigh up between Andrew’s, parting his legs and feeling him against me.

“Yesterday was… a mess.”

“Truly,” Andrew said. “Sorry it went down the way it did.”

“Could have been worse,” I said. “I’m just glad this can all be put to rest and my mom won’t have to be looking over her shoulder anymore.”

“She did seem relieved toward the end of the night, but obviously there was a lot of hurt there, too.”

“Yeah, they got along well. That’s how Brooke managed to fly under the radar for so long. Arturo, too. That one might be even harder to digest than Brooke. Honestly, he felt more like family than Brooke did sometimes.”

Andrew sighed, his brows drawing up. “I just hope your mom can still enjoy everything she’s set up for today.”

“I’m sure she will. It’s definitely hard, and the morning might not be easy, but I think that once the families start showing up and we see the kids laughing and playing, she’ll be okay. She’s such a strong woman, I don’t see her being brought down by this for long.” I chewed my lip, another thought entering. “It’s Bill I’m a little worried about. That’s got to be hard on him.”

“I can’t even imagine.”

“I think my mom will keep him positive, though. They’ve got each other and I can see that they make a good match, now. They’ll make it through this.”

“It’s important to have someone, huh?”

“Very,” I said, kissing Andrew again, a sweet kiss that made my dick throb between us. “I’m so glad I asked you to be my fake boyfriend for the holidays.”

“Me too,” he said, his smile growing as his hand slipped down between us, his warm fingers wrapping around my hard cock. “Although technically, you asked me to be your real boyfriend before being your fake one.”

“Did I?” I asked, knowing damn well I pretty much did. I slowly pushed my hips, sliding my cock in and out of Andrew’s loose fist.

“Yeah, I think you did.” Andrew’s grip tightened in a way that made me huff hair out of my nose.

“I think I remember now,” I said, kissing him again, pushing myself a little faster into Andrew’s grip. The friction and heat was exactly what my cock was craving.

“And we were going to sleep with pillows between us, remember that?” Andrew said, chuckling. He licked his lips and stroked down my shaft, to my balls, which he cupped in his hand and massaged.

“Those pillows would have lasted a total of seventeen and a half seconds before we got to each other.”

“That’s pretty generous,” Andrew said, tugging gently on my sac, making my breath hitch. “I’d give us nine seconds at most.”

“Mhmm,” I said. “I think I agree with your estimate more than mine.”

“Maybe we should try it now? Here, grab a pillo—”

“Don’t you dare let go of my cock,” I growled, smirking as I pushed in for another kiss. This one wasn’t so sweet. This one was hungry; it held a heat that threatened to turn the bed into ash.

And the flames only grew hotter, stronger. Andrew did let go of me, but only so I could throw a leg over him and get on top of him, the covers still on us. I ground my body down onto his, moaning into his mouth as I felt the head of his cock leaking and getting me wet with his precome. I sat up, the comforter falling off me.

“God, you’re so sexy. I can’t get enough of you, baby.” I was looking down at my man, admiring him as if he were some rare sculpture in a national museum. I ran my hands up and down his body, loving the soft curves and well-maintained hair. I rubbed over his hips, then back up, over his cock, giving him a squeeze and watching as a trail of precome came out and down the head.

I grabbed both our cocks in one hand and held them together, his base against mine. The heat was intense, the pleasure more so. My head fell back as I started to stroke, the sensation close to indescribable. It was so short-circuiting my brain.

“That’s it,” Andrew said, “keep jerking us off, Deck. Just like that.”

“Fuuuck, baby. I love it when you talk like that.”

Andrew was normally a pretty reserved guy, so hearing him urge me on with jacking him off was insanely hot. “It feels so good,” he said, thrusting his hips up, fucking my hand with his cock, the soft skin of his base sliding against mine.

“Oh fucck,” I hissed, my body trembling. I brought a free hand up to my pebbled nipple and twisted, feeling the sharp sting of pure pleasure course through me. Andrew was watching with lust in his eyes, his hands gripping the sheets, his lips slightly parted, a breath coming out with every smooth stroke I gave us.

“Deck,” he said, his voice breathy. “I need you inside me, Deck. I want you to fuck me.”

Those were words I’d been waiting to hear since the dawn of fucking time. “Mmm, baby, I want that so bad.” I let go of our cocks. With the same hand, I slipped down past Andrew’s balls and over the sensitive bridge of skin before feeling his pulsing hole. I pushed a finger against him, emphasizing just how badly I wanted him.

“More,” he begged, grinding his ass so that my finger slipped inside without much prep, that was how badly Andrew wanted me, and it made me want him even more.

“Ohh,” he groaned as I went a little deeper before pulling out. My cock was leaking down onto the bedsheets, leaving a big wet stain where my precome had pooled. I grabbed the base of my cock and pressed the head against Andrew, lifting his sac with my cock and rubbing it down, getting his taint sticky and wet, finding his hole and doing the same.

“Please,” he said, his eyes looking up at me with a palpable need burning inside them.

I didn’t want to keep him, or me, waiting for much longer. I got up and went over to the bedside table where I had stashed away some condoms and lube. I opened a wrapper and slid it on, standing with my legs wide, my eyes pinned on Andrew’s naked form. I spread the lube around my cock and went back to the bed, my fingers still slick. I put them back on Andrew’s hole, getting him nice and wet, slipping two fingers inside and drawing a delicious groan from him. I could feel him contract around my fingers, as if his own body were trying to pull more of me in.

“So fucking hot,” I growled, pulling out and replacing my fingers with the head of my cock. I grabbed both of Andrew’s legs and hoisted him up, spreading his ass apart so I could see my hard cock lined up with his tight hole.

Best view in the fucking house.

“Ready?” I asked, looking back into Andrew’s eyes and feeling myself falling for him even more than I thought possible.

“Mhmm,” he said, taking a deep breath as I pushed myself forward. I met barely any resistance as the head of my cock parted him and went right in, immediately surrounded by an intense heat and tightness. Andrew gasped as I went in a little deeper, his body growing used to having me inside.

“You okay?” I asked, wanting to make sure I didn’t hurt him.

“Way better than okay,” he said, his voice husky, a drunk smile playing on his face. The smile turned into the shape of an O as I went in even deeper. I looked down to see half of my cock buried inside him, his warmth wrapping around me. I tilted my head so I could kiss his ankle, my fingers digging into his calves as my cock sank deeper.

“Ohh, Deck.”

“You like that?”

“Yesss,” he hissed. “More, please.”

We had turned primal. I couldn’t think of anything else except fucking Andrew, having more of his tight heat wrapped around my cock. I pushed in harder, giving us both what we wanted. Andrew yelled out a grunt as I went in with my last inch, balls-deep inside him, stretching him with my pulsing length. I stayed there for a moment, kissing his other ankle, letting the intense pleasure wash over both of us. Then I pulled back slowly, almost pulling all the way out before I sunk back into him, one smooth movement, another grunt coming from the both of us now.

Again I pulled back and thrust in, Andrew’s cock throbbing and leaking every time I hit his swollen prostate. His hands were holding the sheets tighter now, his knuckles growing white. His eyes were closed, brows pressed down as I started to fuck him harder.

I went faster.

I fucked him deeper.

Soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The sound of my full balls hitting his ass. The sound of our grunts and shouts with every fuck. The sound of our heavy breathing that seemed to have fallen in rhythm with the thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, Deck, fuccck, I’m gonna come.”

I didn’t want him to come just yet. This was too good. I slowed down, as hard as that was for me, and I pulled out, leaving Andrew with a surprised look on his sweaty and flushed face.

“Sit on me, baby.” I lay down next to him, my rock-hard dick aimed up and throbbing in the air. “I want to see you ride me. I want to feel your come hit my chin.”

Andrew looked love drunk. He got up on his shaky knees and maneuvered himself so that he sat on me, his delicious cock jutting out and begging for me to wrap my hands around it. I did, knowing how close he was. He spasmed at my touch as he lined himself up with my cock, reaching behind and holding my base as he did it.

He sat back, wrapping me up in his heat again, sending me right to the fucking stars. I dropped my head back on the pillow as Andrew took my entire length in, sitting down right on my lap, his pulsing dick spilling a rope of his nut down onto my abs. He was so close, I could see it, feel it in the way his ass gripped my cock.

“Ride it, baby, just like that.” I let go of his cock and grabbed his hips as he started to bounce on me, impaling himself on my size with every rock of his hips, his hands on my chest and holding on tight. I began to thrust up, meeting him halfway, my vision being clouded by stars.

“I’m so close,” I warned.

“Me too, Deck.” His voice was filled with a need to blow. “Do it, Deck. Give it to me. Come inside me.”

I gave him a couple more deep fucks before the orgasm took over my every damn cell. It crashed into me like a freight train, my legs coming up to Andrew’s back, my cock exploding inside of him, his ass beginning to contract tighter around me as his own orgasm began to tear through him. I felt his hot come hit my chin, splat on my chest, and then dribble down my belly button, already sliding down my side in a warm trail.

Andrew, completely and totally spent, collapsed onto me with a breath, the come on my chest practically gluing us together.

“Wow,” I said, my cock still plugging Andrew’s ass.

“Talk about the best Christmas gift ever.”

“Now I see why that ‘Dick in a Box’ song was such a hit. Who doesn’t want a good dicking for Christmas?” We were both laughing. “Scratch that, that was the best fucking dicking of my life.”

“Please stop saying that.”

“What? Dicking?” I laughed even harder. “Dicking, dicking, dicking.”

“Stoooop,” Andrew said, laughing along with me. I wiped away some of the come dripping of my chin, putting it up to my lips and sucking on my finger with a smile on my face. Andrew licked his lips and came in for a kiss.

When we parted, I leaned up into his ear and in a low, seductive, completely sexual voice, I whispered, “Dicking.” And we both cracked up and stayed cuddling for a little longer, basking in the blissful energy that surrounded us.