Holiday Nights

A Free Christmas Short Story

By

Christine Ragland

Holiday Nights

Copyright © December 2020 Christine Ragland

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This short story is a work of fiction. References might be made to existing events or locations, but all names, characters and events are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is coincidental. All trademarked names are the property of their respective owners and no ownership claims are intended by the author.

Warning

This story contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language that may be offensive to some readers. It is intended for adults as defined by the laws in your country. Please take care to store this story away from under-age readers.

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1

“This has been a great year. And this last quarter is going to kick ass. My bank account will be beyond padded after this quarter.”

Sean laughed at his co-worker, Chad. But he was right. All of the people gathered in the sleekly styled conference room had enjoyed an awesome year. They were stock brokers at VKM Trading. Sean looked over at his boyfriend, Rey. The look they exchanged let him know that Rey was inwardly laughing at Chad. The two of them had met after Sean had come to work here. Shared exchanges like the one that had just passed between them were what lead to them becoming close as friends, and eventually, closer as lovers. Thankfully this place was progressive enough that they were able to be out without any hassle.

Brittany, the top seller on their team, came in. She was gorgeous, with long, golden brown hair and an amazing body. The tight white sweater she wore complemented the gifts she’d proudly purchased for herself with last year’s bonus.

“Hey, guys! I’ve got the names ready for our Secret Santa drawing.” She held up a large crystal bowl that was filled with folded slips of paper. “Remember the minimum for the gift exchange is one hundred dollars. No one likes a cheesy gift.” Brittany made her way around the conference room with the bowl, each of their team members drawing a name as she went. When the bowl was almost empty, she approached Sean with a sultry pout on her red lips. “Hey, Sean. If you draw my name, I like lace and my favorite color is red.”

Sean groaned as he reached in to draw a name. He opened the paper just enough to see that it didn’t say Brittany. He gave an exaggerated sigh of relief. Rey’s deep voice cut in just as his big hand dipped into the bowl.

“What a coincidence. That’s exactly what I like.” He paused for a moment. “To see on Sean.”

Everybody in the room laughed, including Brittany. She teased him sure, but she respected his and Rey’s relationship. They all knew she wasn’t to be taken seriously.

“One of these years, you are going to draw my name from this bowl.” Brittany tossed her hair over her shoulders and moved on to the next person.

Sean looked closer to see who he’d drawn. Wilkes. That was an easy one. All he had to do was make a trip to the Sunglass Hut and he’d be done.

The door to the conference room opened again, and Sean glanced over to see who was coming in. When he saw who it was, he straightened up eagerly. It was one of the office janitors. Derek. At least that’s what Sean assumed his name was. It was what he had stitched onto the breast of his work coveralls. They’d never exchanged more than a few words and he didn’t know his last name. But that didn’t stop Sean from calling out to him as he headed towards the trash can with a fresh bag.

“Hey man, do you want to join our Secret Santa pool?”

Derek looked his way, surprise evident in his blue eyes. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” Sean said with a smile.

Brittany cut in before Derek could answer. “Excuse me? I don’t think so, Sean. I already drew up the cards and nearly everyone has picked. If we put him in there now, it’ll be obvious who drew him.”

Chad spoke up too. “Yeah, Brittany’s right. Besides, this Secret Santa pool is only for employees of VKM. He’s just employed by the janitor service. He can’t even come to the party. He’ll be too busy cleaning.”

Sean could see a tinge of pink on Derek’s cheeks. He started to disagree and say it didn’t matter. Or that they could draw again. But before he could, Derek shrugged.

“It’s okay, man. Me and the boys down in the janitor’s closet got our own Secret Santa pool going.” He looked Chad. “The gifts will all be stuff we steal from your desks.” Everyone, including Chad and Brittany, stared at him. Their mouths were open, but no one said a word. Derek snapped the new trash bag once, breaking the silence.

A round of nervous laughter went around the room as Derek put the new bag in the trash can. None of them were sure if the guy was serious or not and apparently none of them had the balls to ask. Derek didn’t bother to set their minds at ease. In fact, he didn’t say anything else. He just left the room with a whistle on his lips and keys jangling at his waist.

Sharp as a wasp’s sting, Lisa’s voice followed Derek out. “He probably couldn’t afford to join in our game anyway.”

This time the laughter was loud, and tinged with a cruel undertone. Sean winced, uncomfortable with the spitefulness of it all. There was no way Derek had missed that comment or the laughter. He felt bad for the man. No one deserved to be humiliated like that. He looked at Rey and saw that his boyfriend felt the same.

****

“You shouldn’t have asked him like that in front of everybody, Sean. What did you think was going to happen?”

Sean yanked his tie loose. They were at home in the house they’d purchased together earlier that year. He was in the living room, staring out the bay window at the snow-covered front lawn. “I don’t know. I just know I wasn’t thinking that my co-workers would be such assholes.”

Rey brought him a beer from the kitchen. “C’mon now. You know how that bunch is. Walking around like they shit don’t stank. No way they were going to let somebody they see as beneath them into their game.”

Sean cracked open the beer. He took a long drink, savoring the cool taste of the winter ale before he spoke again. “So, what should we do?” He was asking because he wanted to apologize for his faux pas. But also, because he and Rey were interested in Derek. Although their relationship was strong and they more than satisfied each other, sometimes they liked to bring a third into the mix.

They were both attracted to Derek. His messy blonde hair, blue eyes, and boyishly round face weren’t conventionally attractive, but something about him drew both of their attention. Plus, he had a nice, firm ass. Of course, with the way Sean had caused him to be embarrassed today, they might not stand a chance with the man.

Rey took a seat on the couch. “I’ve got a plan.”

When Rey didn’t offer anything else, Sean arched an eyebrow in question. “What is it?”

“Come here and I’ll tell you about it.”

Sean smiled and went over to where Rey sat on the couch. “Well?”

Rey crooked his finger at him. “Come closer. It’s a secret and I don’t want anybody to hear.”

Sean rolled his eyes. But he straddled Rey’s lap and put his ear next to his lips. “Tell me your secret, Rey.” Rey still didn’t say anything, instead he brushed his lips over the sensitive curve of Sean’s ear. Sean shivered as his boyfriend teased him. Rey retraced the path along his ear with a damp tongue, before his full lips nipped at Sean’s earlobe. Another shiver chased down his spine. Sean groaned. “Rey…” Finally, with a warm whisper of breath over his skin, Rey shared his plan. Sean listened as Rey went over the details on how they’d set everything up. When he was done, Sean smiled and leaned back to look at his lover.

“That’s a great idea.”

“I figured you’d like it,” Rey said with confidence. “I’ll even let you pick out the gift.”

Sean looked at his watch, a black on black Movado. “Let’s go to the mall tonight. That way we can skip the weekend shopping madhouse.”

“Sounds good to me.” Rey swatted him on the ass. “Let’s go.”

2

A week later, Derek was down in the break room for the custodial staff. They’d just finished their Christmas party. They hadn’t exchanged gifts, but everyone had brought in something to eat or drink. Derek didn’t cook, unless you counted broiling hot dogs. He’d figured his coworkers wouldn’t be down with that for a holiday dish, so he’d brought a case of beer instead.

His boss, Jimmy, had looked at him in wide eyed surprise, saying ‘You did not just bring alcohol to work.’ But then he’d smiled and cracked open the first beer. After that, everyone had relaxed, drinking the beer and stuffing their faces with chips and dip, cookies, glazed ham, and everything else on the table. Now it was time for the crew to get back to work.

“Derek you take the park side of the building tonight. Alex you get street side.”

Derek shrugged at the instruction but Alex protested.

“Why does it matter what side we take? You’ve never assigned sides before. And how do you know I didn’t want to clean the park side?”

“Just do like I said, alright? Now get out of here.”

Derek and Alex pushed their carts over to the elevator for the ride up to the twelfth floor. They barely fit with the big carts laden with cleaning supplies and a giant industrial strength trash bag hanging from the side. Once they were in, they realized they’d backed themselves in and couldn’t reach the panel to select the right floor.

“Awww, shit,” Alex drawled.

“Beer makes you stupid.” Laughing, Derek gripped the sides of the cart. He held himself up, inching forward towards the panel. He reached, his fingers scrabbling, until finally he was able to jab at the button for twelve. Then he shimmied back until his feet were on the ground again.

Leaning his head back, Derek watched the numbers glow in succession. He was dreading going up to the twelfth floor where VKM Trading was located. He knew they were having their holiday party tonight. The party it had been made clear he was not welcome to attend. He didn’t want to see those fuckers again, especially not during their party. He was proud of the way he hadn’t let it show that their richer than thou attitudes bothered him, when he’d really wanted pop each and every one of them in the mouth. Well except for the one who’d first asked him to join in. He’d looked pretty embarrassed at his co-workers’ immediate rejection.

The elevator stopped. Derek let Alex go out first, then pushed his cart over to his assigned half of the floor. As he worked, his thoughts returned to the guy who’d invited him. Adams was his name. Derek had gone in to clean his office enough times while the guy was working late to be able to put the pretty face with the name on the door.

Adams was a good-looking man, with a sharp jawline softened by a dark beard. His hairstyle was a little unconventional for the corporate world. He wore his dark curls long, with a streak of platinum blonde on the side. His eyes were big and dark and he nearly always had a cocky and flirtatious smile on his mouth. He seemed friendly enough. It had been decent of the guy to ask him to participate when he’d walked in, rather than talking around him like he wasn’t there. Decent but stupid.

He’d cleaned two offices by the time he made it to the one marked Chambers. That was another stock broker he’d matched door plaque to face with. Chambers was a good-looking guy too, with long thick black hair that he wore up in a bun, full lips and gray eyes that were always direct and friendly whenever they exchanged hellos. His skin was a warm, natural tan.

Derek walked into the office, assuming it was empty. Most of the drunk ass stock pushers were out on the main floor or in the conference room. And this office was dark like the first two he’d cleaned, the only light coming from the Christmas tree set up in front of the window. It was huge, its branches laden with gold and silver ornaments, with a giant twinkling snowflake as the topper. There were live poinsettias wrapped in gold foil and tied with thick white bows, circling the base of the tree. Derek scoffed. These people were ridiculous, spending that much money on decorations for work. Just one of those full poinsettias probably cost more than his tiny little table top tree at home.

Shaking his head, Derek flicked on the lights and grabbed the Pledge, ready to start cleaning. Unfortunately, he quickly realized the room wasn’t empty. Far from it. That Chambers guy and the other, the one who’d stupidly asked if he wanted to join their Secret Santa were there. Their suit jackets were off and tossed to the side. Chambers sat on the desk; his legs spread. Adams was between them, leaning against the big man. They were kissing and Chambers had his hand on the nicely rounded ass of Adams, squeezing tight. They separated slowly when the light came on, not appearing too bothered at having been caught.

Derek noticed the thick erection pushing at Chambers’ pants. His eyebrows rose. Nice, he thought. Out loud he said, “Sorry about that. I’ll come back later.”

“No, don’t leave,” Adams said.

Quicker than Derek had ever seen anybody move, he was at the door, closing and locking it.

“We were expecting you to show up later, but this is cool.”

Derek’s eyebrows rose again. “You were expecting me?”

“Yeah. We requested that you be the one to clean the offices on this side of the building.”

“Why?” he asked suspiciously.

“Because we got you something and we wanted to make sure you came this way.”

Chambers got off the desk and Derek saw a large white box tied with a blue and silver bow behind him.

He looked back at the two guys. “I’m not part of your Secret Santa, remember? Can’t afford the buy in.”

This time Chambers spoke up. “We know. But we think it was shitty the way those fools shut you out like that. And we wanted you to know, that’s not how we roll.” He picked up the box, holding it out towards him.

Derek put the Pledge he still held back on the cart. He went over and took the box, setting it down on the small table near the desk. He didn’t get presents often, or ever actually, so he found himself untying the bow slowly, wanting to savor the moment. When the ribbon finally slithered to the table, he lifted the top off the box and set it aside. Crisp white tissue paper crinkled as he parted it to see what these two guys had gotten him. When he saw what it was, he stared for a moment. “No way,” he whispered.

He reached into the box, his fingers meeting the soft, supple leather of a black bomber jacket. Derek pulled the coat out of its bed of tissue paper. The inside was lined with a quilted gray silk. It felt thick and warm in his hands. It’d be a definite improvement over the thin cotton hoodie he normally wore. As he thought of that hoodie, worn, with frayed cuffs and missing the string to pull the hood tight he was suddenly filled with embarrassment. He threw the leather coat back on the desk.

“What is this, some fucking charity?”

These two had at some point seen him walking around outside in that stupid hoodie. They’d had to. That was the only reason they’d buy him this.

“Donate that shit to Goodwill, I don’t need it.” Derek turned to leave the room. “Like I said, I’ll come back later.”

The jacket was nice, but his pride wouldn’t let him accept it. He’d freeze before he’d take a handout from any rich assholes. He grabbed hold of his cart, ready to push it out of there. But they stopped him once more.

“Wait!” Again, Adams was at the door. This time he stood in front of it, preventing him from leaving.

Chambers was still by the desk. “It ain’t charity man,” he said.

“Right, it’s not charity. It’s just … Christmas. And we wanted to do something nice.”

Derek still gripped the handle of the cart, but he paused to look back and forth between the two men. He couldn’t go anywhere anyway with Adams blocking the door. “Why?” He caught the look that passed between the two before Sean answered.

“Just because. We promise it’s not charity. If anything, it’s an apology for me putting you in that awkward situation last week.”

Chambers came forward with the box. “And as a thank you Christmas bonus for keeping our offices so clean.”

Derek again studied them. People did get Christmas bonuses. And Adams had put his foot in it big time when he’d asked him to join their Secret Santa out of the blue like that. He had a feeling that wasn’t the only reason these guys had bought him such a nice jacket, but he went ahead and took the box anyway. “Alright then, thank you.” Derek bent for a moment to store the box safely on the bottom shelf of the cart. “Can I go now? I’ve got other offices to clean.”

Adams looked disappointed, but he unlocked the door and moved aside.

Sean turned to Rey when Derek was gone. “That didn’t go exactly how we planned.”

“Not exactly. Boy’s got a lot of pride in him.”

“I sort of like him even more now.”

Rey reached out to brush a bit of Christmas tinsel off of Sean’s shoulder. “Yeah. Me too.”

“So, are we gonna keep trying?”

“You know it.”

Several hours later, the offices were clean and his shift was done. Derek had said goodbye and Merry Christmas to his coworkers as he took off his coveralls and stored them in his locker. Now he was headed to the bus stop.

Derek walked down the road, hunched into his new leather coat. It was much warmer than his old hoodie, which he wore under the coat with the hood up to keep the swirling snow off his head. He sucked on a candy cane as he walked. He was trying to quit smoking. He knew it was a gross and expensive habit. He figured if he started before the New Year, he wouldn’t have all the pressure of a New Year’s Resolution weighing on his mind. And this time of year, candy canes were everywhere, giving him something else to occupy his mouth with. So far, it was working out pretty well.

A car roared up alongside him just as he came upon a giant, half frozen puddle. Derek hunkered down further, prepared to get drenched. But the car stopped just before the tires hit the slush. Derek looked over to see it was a big, black Range Rover. Bass thumped from the vehicle. The passenger window rolled down and Jay-Z’s voice rolled out. To his surprise, Adams leaned out the window then quickly looked back inside over his shoulder. Above the music, Derek heard, ‘Turn that down, Rey.’ The bass eased up and Adams looked out the window again.

“Hey, Derek. You need a ride, man?”

What was with these two? Maybe they were some Jeffrey Dahmer type mother fuckers. It’d probably be in the best interest of his limbs to stay away from them. He started walking again. “Nah, I’m cool,” he threw back over his shoulder. He could hear the tires of the big SUV rolling, but not to drive off. Instead, they crept forward slowly, keeping pace with him.

“C’mon it’s colder than Rudolph’s balls out here,” Adams cajoled from the vehicle. “Get in and we’ll take you home.”

Derek stopped. It was cold. And it’d be nice to get home fast instead of the long bus ride filled with a dozen stops before his, followed by yet another walk until he was at his house. He looked at Adams again. “I’m not gonna wind up in a freezer, am I?”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Derek went over to the Rover. The locks popped just as he reached for the handle. Once he was inside, Chambers waited until he had his seat belt on before he got them moving.

Assuming he wasn’t headed to his death, Derek was glad he’d accepted the ride. It was warm in the SUV. The seats were thickly cushioned and heated. And an apple shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview scented the truck with the smell of apples and cinnamon. Derek took a deep breath and reclined the seat. “Nice ride.”

“Thanks. So, where’s your place?”

Derek gave his address. “8654 Monroe, over in Kinloch.” It was a shitty area, but it had been all he’d could afford when he’d moved to St. Louis two years ago.

“Oh yeah, I know that street. That’s around where I grew up.”

Derek was surprised. “You grew up in Kinloch?”

“Yep.” Chambers laughed. “Started from the bottom, now I’m here.”

Derek laughed too. He reached over the seat to give the man a fist bump. He looked at Adams. “What about you? Are you from that ‘hood too?”

“Not quite. I lived in Florissant.”

“A few rungs up then. That’s cool.”

Adams laughed. “Thanks. I’m Sean by the way. And this is Rey.”

Derek reached up to shake Sean’s hand. “Right on. I’m Derek.”

“Nice to meet you, Derek.”

Derek just nodded. He wasn’t one for small talk, and he figured they’d be quiet for the rest of the ride to his house. But Sean spoke again.

“So now that we’ve bonded, what are you doing tonight?”

“Crashing, watching Netflix. Why?”

“Well, Rey and I were gonna kick back at home and have a few drinks. Thought you’d like to come chill with us.”

Derek knew what was up. These two wanted to hook up, no doubt. If that was the case, they didn’t need to buy him the jacket to butter him up. Derek was down for a little menage. He looked back and forth between the two men. They were both seriously good looking. Both of them had long dark hair, though Rey’s was longer and Sean’s was a half shade lighter. And they both had hard, tight bodies. He’d bet they were even more impressive beneath their clothes. Derek smiled to himself and looked out the window. “Sure. Let’s go.”

The ride down the highway to St. Charles didn’t take too long. Derek looked at the house they pulled up to. It was a huge, two story Tudor style home. A large bay window was in front, with a Christmas tree just behind it. It was even taller than the one in Rey’s office and already lit up with red and green lights. Sparkling icicle lights hung from the roof and more white lights wrapped around the manicured bushes, glowing from underneath a soft blanket of snow. Tall, decorative candy canes tied with big red bows lined both the drive and walk way to the house. The whole setup looked like something that should be on the front of a Christmas card. His small, dark house with its crookedly hanging screen door and dead oak tree in the middle of the lawn was so different from this one, it was pathetically funny.

Rey parked the SUV in the driveway and Derek got out when they did. But he couldn’t help but feel that he shouldn’t be here. He felt stupid walking up to this nice house in his charity coat and Pro Wing tennis shoes behind these two guys with their wool trench coats and shiny, probably Italian, dress shoes.

Derek stopped. He didn’t have to go somewhere he didn’t feel comfortable if he didn’t want to. He could leave. But he knew the Bi-State bus line didn’t run on this side of the river. He’d have to call a cab. It was an expense he couldn’t afford, but he didn’t have a choice. Just as Rey put the key in the lock, Derek called out to them.

“Hey guys, change of plans. I’m gonna call a cab and head on home.”

Sean turned to look at him. “Why?”

Derek shoved his hands into the pockets of his new coat, shrugging his shoulders up to his ears. “I don’t know. Just figured I should go.”

Sean watched him for a moment. “Well, you’ll have to wait for the cab. That’s going to take at least twenty minutes. It doesn’t make sense to stand out here in the cold so you might as well come in for a drink while you wait.”

Derek looked at Sean. He could see the sympathy and understanding in the warm brown eyes watching him. He wanted to shy away from those feelings. To reject them and walk off into the night to find somewhere else to wait for a cab. But he couldn’t. How often did he have anyone doing something nice for him? He wasn’t stupid. He knew these guys were looking to hook up. But the way they were going about it was so different than what he was used to. He almost hated to admit it, but he liked it. Derek gave in slightly. “One drink,” he said as he started walking forward again.

Sean smiled and Rey pushed the front door all the way open.

3

“So instead of becoming a card shark you went into trading stocks.” They were in the living room of the large house. Sean and Derek were on the couch. Rey was in the chair across from them. And they were all on their second drink. No one had made any mention of calling the cab company. “Guess that makes sense, either way you’re gambling.”

Sean laughed. “I’m a lot less likely to have my knee caps broken with this type of gambling.”

Derek laughed too then looked at Rey. “What about you? How’d you get into the stock game?”

“I majored in economics and finance. But after a summer internship at an accounting firm, I realized I’d be bored for the rest of my life if I became an accountant. And teaching economics was out, no way I’m trying to live off that pay check. So, I gave stocks a try and found out I’m pretty good at it.”

Derek looked around at the nice house with its expensive furnishings. “Looks like you’re really good at it to me.”

Rey smiled and took a drink. “What about you? You planning to stay with that custodial service for long?”

“Hell no. That job is just a means to an end.”

“And what’s that end?”

Derek hesitated. He’d never spoken of his dream to anyone before. “I want to start one of those mobile car detailing services. Figured I’d market it to big important types with fancy cars who can’t be bothered to wash their own rides.”

“You’re certainly in the right spot to drum up customers. Those guys in there are always bitching about the wait to get their cars detailed. Hell, I’ve done the same.”

“That’s a smart idea,” Sean said. “Let us know when you’re ready to go for it. We’ll get you some contacts.”

“Thanks.” He reached out to clink his glass against both of theirs. His dream was simple, but it would allow him to be his own man. He hoped he’d be able to get it started sooner rather than later. If he did, and he was successful, all of the scrimping and saving, doing without and living in a crappy house would be worth it.

The night went on. As it grew later, Sean moved closer and closer to him on the sofa. He ended up sitting turned to the side facing Derek, one leg tucked up on the couch. The other leg kept bumping his. When their knees brushed for the third time, Derek glanced at the good-looking young man.

Sean smiled. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” Derek answered.

“That’s good,” Sean said.

“What?”

Sean shrugged, a silly smile on his face. “I don’t know, man. It’s good.”

Derek laughed. They were both obviously feeling the whiskey. Derek looked over at Rey in the armchair. He just smiled and took another sip from his glass. Sean moved closer still. Now their legs weren’t just touching, Sean’s was draped over his. “You’ve got such pretty blue eyes. And Rey has pretty gray eyes. I’m the only one with boring brown eyes.”

Derek looked at Sean. The desire in those brown eyes was evident, there for him to see. “I wouldn’t say they were boring.”

Sean smiled again. “I like you.” He leaned in and lightly pressed their lips together.

Derek allowed the kiss for a moment. But when Sean’s hand came up to rest on his chest, he grew uncomfortable. The kiss was soft, and Sean’s hand on his chest was soft, and Sean’s voice telling him he liked him had been soft. It was too much and Derek didn’t have time for games. He roughly pushed Sean away from him and stood up from the couch.

“Alright, cut the bullshit. I know why I’m here. The coat was a classy touch, but you don’t have to keep sweet talking me.” Both Sean and Rey stood up, concerned frowns on their faces. But Derek plowed on ahead. “You two looking for somebody to spit roast?” He nodded at Sean. “Or maybe you want to do the pretty one here?”

Sean’s eyes widened. “We could try that if you want. Either way.” Rey’s arm flashed out, thumping Sean on the chest. “Ouch! What, Rey? He offered!”

“That’s not the point.” Rey shook his head. “Look. Yeah, we brought you here for sex. But not just sex. We like you.”

“Like me?” Derek scoffed. “You don’t know nothin’ about me.”

“We like what we’ve seen so far. You’re a hardworking man with goals. You stand up for yourself, and you aren’t looking for handouts. We can get to know the rest. After.”

“After?”

Rey gave him a slow, sultry smile. “Yeah, after.”

Derek couldn’t help but grin. “You’re smooth, you know that?”

“Yep. So, are you down?”

“I’m down.”

Sean touched his hand. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Yeah. And sorry I pushed you away like that.”

“No worries,” Sean said with a grin.

Sean pressed their lips together again. Derek’s arm went around his waist, pulling the long, firm body up against his. He darted his tongue out and Sean’s lips parted, allowing him entry. Their tongues played and curled together, hot and slick, Sean moaning eagerly into his mouth.

Big hands landed on Derek’s hips. One gripped his hip bone. The other smoothed its way up his chest before it grasped his chin. Rey turned his face away from Sean’s. Derek looked over his shoulder into Rey’s gray eyes for just a moment before their lips met. His kiss was different than Sean’s. It was firm where Sean’s was soft, commanding where Sean’s was permissive. And unlike the eagerness of Sean’s, Rey’s kiss was smooth and relaxed. Derek liked them both. They both had his skin hot, his cock hard in his jeans.

Sean didn’t stand there idle while he and Rey kissed. His hand came up, slowly rubbing back and forth over his erection steadily growing behind his jeans. It felt good, especially when Sean pressed in close, increasing the friction of denim rubbing over his cock. “Fuck,” Derek groaned out the curse. Rey squeezed his arm around him tight before he stepped back.

“The bedroom is this way.”

“Actually, do you mind if we stay out here, by the tree?”

Rey exchanged a look with Sean. He hadn’t expected that request, but he didn’t have a problem with it. From Sean’s little shrug, he didn’t either. “Sure thing. I’ll be right back.” He went to the master bedroom first, grabbing what he needed from the nightstand and putting the items in his pocket. Then he entered the guest room and gathered up the comforter and pillows. Last, just to be sure they’d be comfortable, he stopped by the linen closet and grabbed another blanket.

When he walked back into the living room, he saw Derek and Sean kissing again in front of the Christmas tree. Something went through Rey as he watched them, their bodies close, the warm lights from the tree glowing behind them. It wasn’t jealousy. Not at all. He enjoyed watching them and he thought they were beautiful together. Rey didn’t know if it was the emotions of the holidays or what, but he felt like Derek belonged with them. He’d have to talk to Sean about it first of course, but Rey found himself hoping this would be more than a one-time thing. He went up to them.

“These will be nice since we’re staying out here.”

“Cool man,” Derek said in his gravelly voice.

They helped him spread out the blankets and pillows, making a nice little spot with enough space for the three of them. Derek kicked off his shoes and stood in the middle of their makeshift bed. Before he could make another move, Sean had gone over and dropped to his knees in front of him. He opened Derek’s jeans, tugging them down past his hips. A sound of appreciation came from him when Derek’s shaft was revealed. It was long and thick, a slightly duskier color than the rest of him. The head was broad and pink, a tiny little drop of pre-cum already shining on the tip. Rey watched as Sean took Derek into his mouth, Derek’s head falling back on his shoulders with a low moan.

Rey kicked off his own shoes and joined them. He tugged Derek’s shirt over his head then pulled him into a kiss. He liked Derek’s taste of whiskey and mint as he sucked on his tongue. Below him, he could hear the soft sounds of Sean sucking Derek off. Derek’s hand came up to firmly grip his erection. Rey groaned, bucking into his hand. Rey caught a glimpse of their reflection in the window. The three of them created an erotic tableau. Rey shut his eyes, really getting into the kiss he was sharing with Derek. Before long, he could feel the man growing tense in his arms.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Derek ended their kiss and put a hand on Sean’s head to gently push him back. “Not yet,” he said through heaving breaths. “Don’t want to come yet.”

Rey smiled. “Good. I hate a quick draw.”

They chuckled, then undressed each other with urgent hands until all three of them were naked. They sank down onto the cozy little nest of pillows and blankets they’d made. Derek was in the middle, Sean and Rey on either side of him, kissing his creamy skin, dragging their fingers over his hair roughened chest. This was different for him and Sean. Normally when they brought home a third, he was the one the attention was lavished on. But by unspoken agreement the two of them were worshipping Derek’s body tonight.

Rey parted Derek’s long legs, kneeling between them for his turn at his hard, yet silky soft cock. He sucked the man down, taking him deep with one swallow. Derek gave a surprised groan, his hips bucking up so that even more of his shaft pushed into Rey’s mouth. Rey allowed it for a moment before he held Derek’s hips to the floor so he could pleasure him the way he wanted to. Sean was stretched out next to them, his shaft rubbing against Derek as the two of them kissed. Derek was moaning and writhing between them, clearly loving the attention.

Derek’s fingers tangled in his hair and he looked up to see him urging Sean to his knees. Once he was kneeling Derek put a hand on his ass to guide him into position next to his head. Derek reached out for Sean’s shaft, stroking it a few times before sucking it into his mouth. Rey watched as his lover’s head fell forward, his dark hair shielding his face from him. But Rey had seen him in the throes of passion enough to know what he looked like just then. His skin would be flushed, his dark eyes glowing and heavy lidded. Rey groaned, reveling in the sounds of sucking and moans and harsh curses and in the scent of sex filling the air. But as much as he was enjoying it, he wanted more for the three of them tonight.

Rey licked across the head of Derek’s cock one last time. He reached for the condom and lube, putting them both on Derek’s swollen cock while he continued to suck Sean. Both of them were groaning, their hips bucking, Sean’s against Derek’s face, Derek’s into Rey’s hand. He could see from how tight their muscles were that they wouldn’t last too much longer.

Rey leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Sean’s waist, pulling his naked body away from Derek and into his. Sean’s surprised cry turned into a gasp when Rey gripped his slick shaft, squeezing and stroking it.

Derek sat up on one elbow, licking his lips. “You taste good,” he said.

Rey laughed softly. “He does. He feels good too.” His eyes met Derek’s. “Do you want to fuck him?”

“Hell yeah.”

Rey laughed again, Sean shivering as his breath blew over his slightly sweaty skin. “What about you, Sean?  Do you want him inside you?”

Sean repeated Derek’s words. “Hell yeah.”

“I bet you do. His cock ain’t as thick as mine, but it’s longer. He’ll be able to go even deeper inside that tight little ass of yours, baby. Is that what you want?”

Sean moaned, his hips rolling up into Rey’s touch. “God, yes. Please.”

Rey moved his hand down to Sean’s balls. They were hot and heavy in his palm. He squeezed once before finally letting Sean go. “Lie down on your stomach.”

Sean’s heart was pounding. His dick was hard and straining. They didn’t indulge in threesomes often, but when they did, he loved the way it felt being pleasured by two men at the same time. He gave Derek a quick kiss before he followed Rey’s instruction to lay down on his front. Sean had to admit, he liked Derek more than any third they’d ever been with. He liked his laugh, his messy tumble of dirty blonde curls, and the vulnerability that showed just beneath the surface of his bravado. He wondered what Rey would think about spending more time with Derek.

Once he was settled, a slick finger slipped between his cheeks. He knew right off the touch was Rey’s. He looked back over his shoulder to see Rey and Derek kissing while Rey fingered him, getting his ass wet with lube. They looked good, both of them masculine with thickly muscled biceps. Rey was dark while Derek was fair, and the contrast turned him on. Rey’s finger slipped inside him, making Sean moan and curl his hips back into the touch. He watched, them kissing, waiting as long as he could before he gave an impatient jerk of his hips. He was horny and he wanted more attention than a finger. He wanted Derek’s thick cock inside him. The two of them separated, both pairs of light eyes turning his way.

Derek arched a brow. “Impatient bottom?”

Rey laughed. “You have no idea.”

Sean scowled at the two of them. But the expression soon faded as Derek stretched out on top of him. His erection was hot as it prodded against his ass. Derek rubbed between his cheeks a few times, the condom and lube slick against his skin, before he started pushing inside. Sean groaned, his eyes falling shut as Derek eased into him. It felt good the way he stretched him and Sean liked the little grunt Derek made when he bottomed out deep inside. He pulled back, then slid forward again, setting up a nice pace with just a hint of urgency. Sean spread his legs, giving Derek room to ride him, while his own cock was trapped in the blankets beneath him.

Derek held himself braced over the dark-haired man below him. He felt good, nice and hot and tight, just the way he liked. He looked up to see Rey watching them, his hand slowly stroking his cock.

“The two of you fucking is so goddamn hot. I don’t think I can wait long for my turn.”

Derek smiled, still thrusting inside Sean. “Then don’t.”

Rey smiled back. He quickly prepared himself with condom and lube before he went around behind them. A warm, wet tongue played at Derek’s entrance for a few moments before he felt Rey pushing inside. Derek bit out a curse. That big bastard was thick. His entry burned a bit as he was stretched but it felt good. Derek paused for a moment until Rey was all the way inside. When he was buried deep, Derek started moving again, each movement of his hips sent his cock gliding into the tight ass beneath him or fucked himself onto the shaft inside him. Rey gripped his hips, his voice coming out in a husky, low rumble.

“My boy has the tightest, most sensitive ass I’ve ever had my cock inside. If you fuck him just right, he can come without anybody touching his dick.”

Derek groaned, a lazy “Yeah?” rolling out of his throat.

“That’s right. He’ll let you know when you find the right spot.”

Derek changed the angle of his strokes, sliding in and dragging his cock out slowly to brush against the sensitive nerve endings inside Sean. On his next thrust, Sean gasped, his hips bucking back against him. Derek smiled to himself. That must be the spot. He grabbed Sean’s hip to keep him at that angle as he fucked him. Sean started to shake, writhing beneath him. His moans grew louder and louder, until with a shout, his ass squeezed Derek’s cock tight, so tight that Derek knew he was coming. He kept pounding into Sean, riding him all the way to the shuddering end of his release. Sean collapsed into the blankets, but Derek didn’t stop. He hadn’t come yet and neither had Rey. He could tell the big man thrusting into him was close. His breathing was heavy and ragged and his cock was swollen and throbbing inside him. Deep groans issued from Rey’s throat. His movements became more urgent, less smooth.

Derek closed his eyes, his own movements slowing as he soaked in the feeling of the thick shaft pushing into his ass again and again. He was waiting, waiting for that last stiff thrust. When it came, Rey’s entire body went rigid and he cursed, holding himself deep inside as his shaft pulsed his release.

Derek licked his lips at how good that felt. Finally, he let himself go, pumping into Sean who moaned again. His body tensed, every muscle tight until with a burst of sensation he climaxed, moaning and shaking between the two warm bodies he was pressed against. He collapsed on top of Sean, staying there for a moment before the man groaned.

“You’re heavy,” he mumbled into the blankets.

Derek apologized and Rey laughed. They all rolled to their sides, their bodies slowly separating. Derek found himself in the middle of the two men again. Sean’s arm slid across his waist and Rey tugged a cover over the three of them. Derek dragged in a long breath, releasing it in a deep sigh. That had been amazing and he really liked these two. He knew it was probably silly to even think it, but he hoped he got to spend more time with this couple. But he didn’t want to say that and ruin the warm afterglow they were all basking in. Instead, he looked at the tree they were lying practically beneath.

“You guys have a really nice Christmas tree.”

Rey snorted and Sean laughed. Clearly that wasn’t what they’d expected him to say.

“Thanks,” Sean said. “It’s even prettier in the morning, with the sun shining on the ornaments and the snow outside just behind it. You should stay over so you can see it.”

“Really?”

Derek saw the two dark haired men exchange a look before Sean answered him.

“Really.”

Derek smiled. “Well, all right then. I’ll stay.”

They moved in close, so that their warm skin touched and their legs intertwined beneath the blanket. Derek relaxed, enjoying the closeness and the lights of the Christmas tree glowing above them.

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Christine Ragland is a pop culture loving, anime watching, nerdy fangirl who lives to read and write romance. She loves to create stories that are emotional and lovely with sex that is integral to the characters' romantic arc. A St. Louis native, Christine currently resides in Houston, Texas with her two dogs, and is a retired roller derby player.

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