Die Hard

Justin stepped out of the shower, and wrapped his oversized towel around his waist. “That was nice of you to keep Gus while Lindsey did her last minute Christmas shopping.” He called to the bedroom.

“What are papas for? Besides she couldn’t leave him with Mel with her still being on bed rest, and all.” Brian called back.

“So what did you guys do?” Justin finished drying himself, and fluffed his still damp hair.

Brian laid belly down, and naked across the bed with his laptop in front of him. “We wrapped some presents, and watched a Christmas movie.” he said.

Justin tossed the used towel into the laundry, and walked over to the bed. “A Christmas movie? You hate Christmas movies.” he took a seat.

“We watched “Die Hard”.” Brian said.

“Die Hard is not a Christmas movie.”

Brian looked over at Justin’s still moist skin, then reached up, and touched the matted blonde hair. “Sure it is.” he said.

Justin closed the door of Brian’s laptop, and placed it on the floor before stretching out next to his lover. “How do figure that?” he asked.

Brian rolled over onto his side, and pulled his baby close. “You know I love you when you’re all fresh, and moist.” He traced his tongue across the hallow of Justin’s throat.

“Ummmm. You didn’t answer my question.” Justin smiled.

Brian glided his hand down Justin’s back to the top of his globular ass. “What question?”

“How can you call Die Hard a Christmas movie?” Justin asked again.

“Well, it has a Christmas tree in it.” Brian kissed the left side of Justin’s neck.

“Uh hum.”

“There’s a Christmas party going on.” He kissed the right.

“Yeah.” Justin purred.

“And there are people drinking eggnog.”

“I don’t remember any eggnog.”

“Whatever.” Brian wrapped his hand around Justin’s dick.

“All of that violence, and bloodshed, the explosions, people getting wasted,…Gus is too young to be exposed to that kind of violence.”

“He loved it.” Brian chuckled, and moved his hand along the hardening meat in his palm.

“Ooooh.”

“Does that feel good?”

“Ooh yeah.” Justin moaned. “Lindsey, and Mel are going to kill you. Do you know that?”

“Who’s going to tell?” Brian released his hold. “Roll over baby.”

The house was still asleep when Gus climbed out of bed that Christmas morning. The 3yr old hurried down the stairs pausing midway to take a quick peek. Yes, Santa had definitely made his rounds. There were presents stacked underneath the tree. Gus’s two mommies were still sleeping, and cuddled together in the downstairs bed that Michael had assembled for Mel after the doctor ordered her on complete bed rest. “Mommy!” Gus called.

Lindsey, and Melanie opened their eyes, and sat up in the bed. “Merry Christmas sweetheart.” Lindsey smiled, and stretched out her arms to welcome her son.

The excited toddler scurried down the rest of the stairs. His little feet had barely touched the landing when he bolted toward the bed, and leaped into his mother’s arms. “Yippie-ki-yay motherfucker!” Gus smiled.

Mel, and Lindsey looked at each other. “Brian.” They quickly concluded together.

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