Excerpt: The Sweetest Christmas

“Where are you taking me?” Erik asked, more out of curiosity than concern. He was naked, rock-hard and blindfolded. Justin had taken him on a circuitous tour of the entire downstairs of the house and he was more than a bit disoriented.

“Don’t worry. If you’re good, I might take the blindfold off when we get there,” Justin gave a low chuckle in reply. Blindfold? It was Erik’s own shirt tied so it covered his eyes. They’d stopped in each room and Justin had drawn Erik close to him and they’d kissed as Justin removed one item of Erik’s clothing, starting with his shirt.  Now, Erik’s cock throbbed and occasionally bumped against his thigh, further distracting him, but also adding to the slight indignity of the situation. But Justin’s hand was warm and steady, his grip firm and Erik felt safe.

They’d passed through the family room twice so far, Erik had determined, as the scent of huge Christmas tree had grown stronger, and he’d felt the heat from the fireplace before he’d been able to hear the crackling logs. But now they must be on the other side of the house. The piney tree scent had receded to a base note in the general cinnamon-holiday aromas that blended with the smell of freshly baked cookies. It was much cooler here too, and Erik’s nipples tingled, though that might be due to excitement and anticipation of what Justin had planned for them. He had no more clothing left, so they must be heading for the bedroom now, he reasoned.

It was Christmas Eve. Justin had brought Erik home to meet his family two days ago for the very first time, though they’d been together for six months and had moved in together three months earlier. Tonight was the first time they’d been alone since arriving in Portland, and they were more than making up for lost time. To Erik, it was practically sacrilegious to be doing this— especially now. The rest of Justin’s family was at Midnight Mass while they were presumably heading for Justin’s bed, where he was about to do some very un-Christian things to Erik. Or at least Erik certainly hoped so.