The Christmas Eves
Chapter Eight: “Alive”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

The man in the bed groaned but still smiled at the sound of his children’s enthusiastic voices waking him up. He slowly blinked his eyes open and took in his husband and children. They stood on the side of his bed, holding a tray filled with what he knew would be a delicious breakfast. It smelled so good. “Good morning,” he said in a groggy voice, pulling the covers tightly around him as he sat up.

“Good morning, Daddy,” Reaghan said happily, crawling up on the bed and hugging his father.

“Come here, princess.” He patted the space beside him and Zaira quickly crawled next to his other side. “What have you been up to this morning?”

“Dada helped us make you breakfast!” Zaira told him.

Brian handed Justin the breakfast tray and kissed his forehead as he did. “Merry Christmas, Justin. I love you.”

“Come on, guys,” Brian directed. “Let Daddy have a little space to eat and come sit on the floor.”

“Why can’t we eat in bed with you and Daddy?” Reaghan asked.

“You’re still a little too messy for that, kiddo.” Brian grabbed Reaghan into his arms. “Coming in for a landing,” he said, flying his son through the air and setting him down on the floor.

“That was fun, Dada!” Reaghan giggled as he moved over to the trunk by the end of the bed where his and his sister’s plates sat.

“Me too, Dada!” Zaira said, holding her arms out.

Justin watched in surprise and awe as he became more aware of his surroundings. He laughed with Brian as his husband flew Zaira through the air. His heart started to beat a little quicker when he realized that Brian wasn’t wearing his pajama shirt, Brian's muscles straining in his arms as he spun Zaira around and then placed her beside her brother.

Brian turned and looked at Justin, noticing the younger man blushing as their eyes met. “What?”

Justin cleared his throat and shook his head. “I just can’t believe you did all this.” He looked down at his meal. Brian had cooked him breakfast…and there was bacon? “Where did the bacon come from?”

Brian smirked. “I forgot to tell you I bought a pig last week and…”

“Dada,” Reaghan said, his mouth full of pancakes. “Can we watch Frosty now?”

Brian grabbed the remote and turned on the program. He then grabbed his tray of breakfast food and crawled in beside Justin. “You had some in the freezer.”

“Oh!” Justin grabbed two of the strips and crammed the crispy food in his mouth.

“Is it good?” Brian asked, cutting up his food.

“Delicious,” Justin affirmed, taking a long swallow of his orange juice. Then something occurred to him. “You didn’t let the kids go into the family room, did you?”

“Of course not,” Brian said, quickly eating his food. After their activities last night he was starving. “I love you.”

Justin smiled up at Brian and whispered the same words back. He looked at his tray of food. “You really outdid yourself.”

Brian laughed. “This is nothing like the breakfast you made me yesterday. It’s just pancakes and bacon.”

“Dada twied to cook eggs but they got yucky,” Reaghan informed Justin matter-of-factly.

“They got burnt,” Zaira translated. “I told him to turn the fire down.”

Justin laughed around his mouthful and looked at Brian. “It’s the thought that counts.”

Brian blushed at Justin’s words. “I love you.”

“You’ve told me that at least twice in the twenty minutes since I’ve been awake.”

“I might tell you again and again in the next twenty minutes,” Brian replied. “Are you going to get tired of it?”

Justin smiled. “Never.” He leaned over and gave Brian a deep kiss.

Brian thrust his tongue into his husband’s mouth and tasted the sweet syrup inside it. “Yummy.”

“You taste good too.” Justin leaned against Brian’s shoulder, taking comfort from Brian’s fingers carding through his hair.

“I’m so happy,” Brian told him. It was so simple but true.

“Me too, Brian,” Justin whispered.

“Daddy, I’m done!” Reaghan stood up and started to bounce. “Can we open our presents now?”

“And our stockings?” Zaira added, placing her fork down on the empty plate.

“You both need to go get washed up first,” Justin told them.

“But we need to go put our plates in the kitchen,” Zaira said mischievously.

“We’ll take them down later,” Brian told her.

“But…” Reaghan whimpered.

“No peeking downstairs. Santa is still watching and he can come and take the presents back if you sneak a peek,” Brian said.

“We won’t,” Zaira promised with a smile.

“Nope!” Reaghan said. “I want all my pwesents.”

“You’ll get them,” Justin said. “But we’re going to take this slow like we do every year.”

“And enjoy every minute,” Brian added.

Justin smiled at him and then looked back at his anxious kids. “Dada is right. We all want to enjoy every minute. So go get your hands and faces washed, brush your teeth and go pick up your playroom.”

“But we wanna open pwesents!” Reaghan put his hands over his face in a pout.

“You want to have somewhere nice and clean to put all your presents, don’t you?” Brian asked them.

Both of the kids nodded. “But I don’t think my pwesent from Santa will go in the play woom,” Reaghan told them.

Justin racked his brain, trying to think if there was anything the boy had asked for from Santa Claus that could not be put in there. He couldn’t think of anything. “Well, I know Dada and I picked out stuff for your playroom, so go and make some room in your toy boxes. Dada and I are going to take a shower and then we’ll come and get you, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Reaghan pouted.

Zaira grabbed her teddy bear from the floor and gave it a tight squeeze. “All right.”

“We’ll come and get you when we’re ready,” Brian told them, getting out of the bed and stacking the kids’ plates on his empty tray.

The kids slumped out of the room and Brian went over to close the door behind them. “You know, you’d think that they weren’t about to walk into a room filled with Christmas presents.”

Justin laughed. “I don’t know why it’s any surprise. It is only eight o’clock. They usually have to wait until ten.” Justin hurried and gobbled the last of his food and crawled over to the other side of the bed to stack his tray underneath Brian’s tray.

Brian watched as the sheet fell off Justin’s body. The curves of his shoulders revealed first, and then the silk trailed down his back as he crawled further along the bed. Brian's mouth watered as he watched the material fall away from one butt-cheek and then the other.

Justin swung his legs around the bed and was just about to stand when he felt tickling from inside his belly. “Oh. My. God. Brian!” he laughed out and put his hands on his belly as he flopped backwards on the bed.

Brian looked over at Justin curiously and approached Justin who clutched his stomach as he rocked back and forth on the bed. “What are you doing?” He stood between Justin’s legs looking down on him.

Justin tried to catch his breath, the feeling was so overwhelming. “It tickles.”

Brian smiled and dropped down closer to Justin, his arms on either side of Justin’s laughing head. “What tickles?”

“The…” Justin took a few deep breaths as he tried to calm down and fight against the laughter welling inside him. He brought his hands up around Brian’s waist. “The babies, I can feel the babies fluttering around, Brian.” Justin let out a giggle, moved his hands up to Brian’s neck, and pulled his head closer to him so their foreheads touched.

“Just like with Reaghan,” Brian whispered, staring into Justin’s eyes, his mouth moving against Justin’s lips.

“Yes,” Justin laughed out, his breath bursting into Brian’s open mouth.

“You remember how we made that stop?” Brian asked him.

Justin lifted his legs up and wrapped them around Brian’s thighs. “Yeah I do.” His body still shook with laughter as he slipped his tongue out and danced it across Brian’s lips and teeth.

Brian pressed his body gently on top of Justin’s and brought his own tongue out to caress his lover’s warm pink appendage.

Justin laughed into Brian’s mouth and pulled away. “Sorry.”

Brian smiled. “Justin. Can’t you be serious?” He ground his silk-covered groin against Justin’s groin. “This is a very serious matter.”

“I know…” Justin laughed. “Maybe if I move into another position it’ll stop.”

Brian lifted off Justin and watched as his husband turned over and crawled to the center of the bed. Brian slipped his pants off and started to stroke his cock to hardness, it didn’t take very long because Justin had soon positioned his body to be on his knees, shoulders and head pressed into a pillow, ass high in the air.

Justin looked over at Brian. “Come on, Brian, I don’t have all day,” he chuckled.

Brian growled and jumped onto the bed. He crawled up behind Justin’s upturned ass and threw his body over Justin’s, covering him completely.

Justin giggled, “Brian.”

The older man’s mouth gnawed at the skin on the side of Justin’s neck, taking the skin between his teeth and then laving it with his spit. “I love you.”

“Ahhh!” Justin buried his face into the pillow to stifle his scream of passion.

“You want me inside you, Justin?” Brian asked as he slid his dick up and down through Justin’s butt cheeks to his hole, stopping for just a moment and pressing on the twitching pucker that yearned to be penetrated.

“Briiiiaaaan,” Justin growled looking over his shoulder at his husband, his eyes a wild shade of blue.

Brian leaned over and twisted Justin’s face to meet his lips in a messy kiss. “You want me inside you. Answer me,” he looked into Justin’s eyes and saw them lighten with love.

“I want you inside me now,” Justin told him, his voice soft. He moved his head back to the pillow and pushed his ass back against Brian’s cock. “Fuck me.”

Brian started to move away to get the lube but Justin reached behind them and grasped his thigh. “Don’t need it. I’m still wet from last night and earlier this morning.”

Brian paused and trailed kisses from in between Justin’s shoulders, up to his neck and around to his ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You never will again,” Justin turned his head to the side and looked over at his husband. His eyes were firm. “Now put yourself inside me, Brian.”

Brian dropped his face into Justin’s hair and took a deep breath as he positioned the head of his penis at Justin’s entry. He moved it around, feeling the folds’ texture against him, bringing forth more juices from his slit and smearing it into and around his husband’s pink entry. “I love you,” Brian told him, pushing the head just inside the first muscle of tight ring.

“Oh, please, Brian,” Justin moaned. He felt the stretch but he could also still feel cum Brian had erupted inside of him a little while ago lubing the way. He shivered in anticipation when his lover’s cock moved a little, stretching out his rim. “I love you,” he heard his husband whisper to him, clamping his mouth down onto and biting his shoulder. He’d lost count of the times Brian had told him he loved him this morning, his feelings heightened by each loving word and the numerous ways in which Brian meant them.

“Come on, push onto me…” Brian instructed.

Justin pressed his ass back taking more of Brian’s girth and length within him; it felt so good, even if he was a little tender. This was the kind of pleasure/pain he loved receiving from Brian.

Brian now rested his entire body against Justin’s form beneath him except for his ass; it was still raised, waiting for his cock to slide all the way into Justin’s hot insides, his pelvis awaiting the feel of being pressed against the beautiful smooth globes of his husband’s ass. “Take it all, Sunshine.”

Justin pressed back further, his hands finding Brian’s. “I am, Brian. I’m almost there.”

Brian threaded his fingers through Justin’s. “Slide back onto my cock, Justin.” He felt Justin’s ass envelop his dick almost completely. “A little more, you can do it.”

Justin gave one last push back of his hips as he felt Brian’s body pushed toward him. “Oh god, yeah.”

“God, I’m so deep inside you, Justin,” Brian said in a whisper; he rested his head against Justin’s spine, his mouth open against the sweaty skin.

“I know, I feel you stretching me,” Justin moaned. “Now fuck me.”
 

***
 

Brian woke up early that morning; the sun had just begun to shine into their room. He was not sure at first if it was Christmas Eve again, but then he became more aware of the weight on his chest and legs. His eyes cracked open and he saw blond hair spread out over his chest. Just to be sure this was real, Brian squirmed a little and felt Justin’s soft penis rub against his naked leg. He smiled to himself and peeked under the covers for a better look.

Justin’s arm was around his stomach and his right leg was wedged in between his own. Justin’s kneecap rested dangerously close to his balls and his foot was crammed under Brian’s left thigh.

Brian didn’t want to wake Justin, but he also wanted to take advantage of the beautiful Christmas, yes, finally Christmas, morning.

He gently extracted himself from where Justin’s body laid upon him and rolled Justin onto his back. He watched as Justin’s mouth opened in a yawn while his right hand moved up to twirl in his messy blond hair. Brian waited to move until it looked like Justin was going back to sleep.

When it looked like his lover was still in a dream state, Brian moved Justin’s pale thighs apart, and got in between his legs. The light that flickered in the windows revealed a few of the spots of his cum he hadn’t cleaned from Justin. He was sure he’d still be able to taste himself if he put his tongue inside the younger man’s hole.

He moved both of Justin’s legs carefully, slowly draping them onto his shoulders, his hands held and spread Justin’s cheeks and his mouth watered as the scent of his lover’s sex encompassed him.

At first, Justin thought he was having a dream; he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and moaned. He tried to squirm and move his legs but his senses started returning from sleep and he felt his thigh brush against soft hair. The next thing he felt was a cool and then warm sensation of lapping on his hole. He moaned again, this time aware of what and who exactly was causing the sensation. “Brian?”

Brian took his mouth off Justin’s pucker and looked up from between Justin’s legs. Justin’s dick was stiff against his belly; his chest was flushed and sweaty. Sleepy blue eyes looked at him in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Justin asked, feeling one of Brian’s thumbs push its way into his wet hole.

Brian smirked. “I think that should be obvious.”

Justin smiled. “What time is it?”

Brian looked over at the clock. “Just after six. We don’t have to get up yet.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” Justin reached down and stroked his cock. “I’m already up.”

Brian smiled. “I’m going to fuck you back to sleep. But first I want some more of my Christmas present.”

Justin laughed for a moment, but it was turned into a moan as he felt Brian’s tongue join the thumb inside of him. He stroked himself slowly but soon had to stop; he didn’t want to come that way. He wanted Brian inside of him. He moved his legs and wrapped them around Brian’s moving head, pressing his lover’s face into his ass more as he leaned up on his elbows.

Brian peeked out from Justin’s warmth and smiled against the man’s balls. “Fuck me,” he heard his husband demand. “Now.” Who was he to deny Justin anything?
 

***
 

“Brian, can you at least wear the green flannel pajama pants?” Justin asked, slipping a big red sweater over his head.

Brian stood, wearing only a long-sleeve dark green t-shirt that read, I Love Dada on it. The children had silk-screened it with Justin for his Father’s Day present last year. Pictures of Zaira and Reaghan were in the center. He dug through his dresser drawer to see if he could find anything that looked “Christmassy”, as Justin called it. “First,” Brian turned toward Justin. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in flannel. Not to mention that color of green doesn’t match the color in my shirt… at….all.”

“Hey,” Justin protested, pulling on his red flannel pants.

Brian laughed. “We all know you don’t have any fashion sense, Justin. By the way, I mean no offense.”

Justin faked an angry expression and threw Brian’s green silk bottoms at the man’s head. “Wear those then.”

Brian looked at him appalled. He threw them back, hitting Justin in the face. “I would have worn the whole thing if you hadn’t made me nearly come in them.”

Justin smelled the crotch and laughed before he threw them near the hamper in the corner. “You can wear flannel for one day.”

Brian again looked at his lover and smirked. “You really do want me to be a lesbian, don’t you?” He put his hands on his hips and shook his head.

Justin looked at Brian, taking in the way the man was half-dressed. The t-shirt covered only to the top of his groin, his dark pubic bush and half-erect cock bobbed as he talked. The back of the shirt rested against Brian’s tight-perfectly formed ass and somehow it all gave definition to his long sculpted legs.

Brian burst out laughing. “Would you stop looking at me like you are going to eat me? The kids are waiting on us.”

Justin opened his mouth to protest, and when Brian smiled at him, he felt himself itching to sketch the way Brian looked in that moment. He could not speak.

“You can draw me later,” Brian told him, seeing the look in Justin’s eyes change in the ranges of passion they held within them.

“Stay. Right. There,” Justin told him moving over to his dresser and grabbing the digital camera from the charger.

“No way!” Brian protested, but didn’t move. “Isn’t it enough that you’re going to get pictures of me in this shirt?”

Justin giggled. “I thought you liked that shirt?”

Brian still didn’t move. Giving up, he stood still as Justin snapped picture after picture.

“Please look at me and smile again,” Justin asked sweetly.

Brian couldn’t help but comply with the request. After Justin shot a few more pictures, one where he got down on his knees and pointed the camera up toward him, Brian put a stop to it and pulled Justin up to him. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him soundly. “You’d better go download those to the computer in your studio. You wouldn’t want them getting mixed in with the other ones.”

Justin smiled. “I’ll just put in a new disk. I bought a brand new one that can hold twice as many as this one does.” Justin pecked Brian’s cheek and went over to his dresser to switch disks.

Brian went back to his drawers and rummaged through them. “Ah hah. I knew they were in here.”

Justin looked over as Brian flung out a pair of hunter green Calvin Klein sweatpants. Justin walked over to Brian, he could not help the fact that he had suddenly gotten so hard. “I want to be in you tonight,” Justin said, his voice husky, as he rose up on his tiptoes and spoke into Brian’s ear.

Brian pushed his ass back against Justin. “You do, huh?”

“Yesss…” Justin kissed Brian’s ear and slapped his ass, backing away. “Now cover that thing before I do you right here, right now, and make you tell the kids a good excuse as to why they had to wait until noon to open their gifts.”

Brian purposely stuck his ass out further and wiggled it as he started to pull his sweatpants on.

Justin groaned and stuck his thumb in his mouth and bit the pad of his finger. “You are such an…”

“Dada,” Reaghan’s head popped into their doorway.

Brian quickly pulled his pants up the last inch. “What’s up, buddy/”

Reaghan looked back and forth between his fathers. “Is it time to open pwesents?”

Justin looked at his son and stifled a laugh; the boy was batting his long eyelashes and giving them a look that was pure ‘innocent’ Brian. “You know,” Justin said, turning toward Brian. “I’ve seen your baby pictures, Brian, and let me tell you, he is also your son. “

Brian pushed Justin playfully on the shoulder and bent down to pick up his son. “Where is your sister?”

“She sent me,” Reaghan told them.

“Well, Dada and I are ready. So you go tell your sneaky little sister to listen for us to call you down,” Justin told his son, kissing his cheek and reaching out to lift him from Brian’s arms.

Brian was about to pass his son to Justin, but paused. “Give Dada a kiss, heavy boy.”

Justin shook his head at Brian. “Give him here, Brian. He’s not too heavy yet.” Justin took his son into his arms and held him tight, peppering kisses on his chubby face.

“Daddy,” Reaghan squirmed from the attention.

Brian and Justin laughed at their son as Justin walked him over to the hall and set him down. “Go on, little nobleman, we’ll be ready soon.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Reaghan gave his father a quick hug around his knees and ran down the hall. “It’s almost time, Zawa!” He shouted all the way to the playroom.

Brian came up behind Justin and wrapped his arms around him. “You ready for Christmas, Daddy?”

Justin turned around and embraced his husband, rubbing his face against the man’s chest. He was definitely ready for more Christmas magic.

Brian spoke quietly, “I am so glad you’re here.”

Justin looked up at Brian, an expression of confusion on his face. “It’s where I belong.”

Brian felt himself getting emotional, his voice cracked as he spoke, “Me too.”

“I love you, Brian,” Justin said, looking into Brian’s eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here too.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” Brian bent down and gave Justin a toe-curling kiss that left them both breathless when they broke apart. “Come on now, let’s go show the kids the best Christmas they’ve ever had.”

“Wait, Brian.” Justin pulled Brian’s hand back. “After we open the presents, would you mind if we told the kids about the babies?”

“I think that’s a great idea. I know they’ll be very happy.”

“You don’t think Reaghan is going to be sad he won’t be the baby anymore?” Justin voiced his concerns.

“I think he’ll be very happy,” Brian told him. “I really do. I know I am.”

Justin gave Brian one of the brightest smiles his husband could ever remember seeing.
 

***

“Do you like everything you got?” Justin asked Zaira.

“I do, Daddy. I love my stuffed Froggy the best! It’s the one I asked Santa for, and it sings the leap frog song.”

“And what about you, Reaghan?” Brian asked his son.

“I like my gumball masine!” Reaghan said. “I’m big now so I can have gum.”

“You have to ask first,” Brian reminded his son. “We promised you could chew gum but it’s a big responsibility. You don’t want to get it on your clothes, or anything else.”

“I won’t,” Reaghan promised.

“Good boy,” Brian praised.

“Later on I’m gonna take some pictures of you guys in the studio with your favorite presents,” Justin told the kids. “Just like we did this year for your birthday. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes, Daddy,” Zaira said. She and Reaghan always loved the time they spent with their fathers in the portrait area of the studio.

“Okay. But Daddy...?” Reaghan said hesitantly.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Santa didn’t listen to me,” he pouted. “I didn’t get my favewit.”

Justin went over and sat Indian style next to his son. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t listen,” Reaghan said again. “I’ll ask next yeaw.”

Brian went and sat down beside him. “Well I have one more present to give out.”

“You do, Dada?” Reaghan asked. He hoped that it was what he wanted.

“Yup,” Brian lifted up the sofa cushion behind him and pulled out a large manila envelope. “It’s for everyone but I want Dada to open it.”

Zaira crawled over, holding her new frog in her arms. “I like it,” she said trying to be kind.

Brian laughed. “You don’t even know what it is yet.”

Justin blushed as he took the manila envelope. “Thank you, Brian. But I thought we agreed not to get each other gifts at Christmas… to save that for vacations.”

Brian smirked. “Open the envelope, Sunshine.” He leaned in and kissed Justin’s temple, then sat back and watched as Justin pulled the pamphlets out from inside the folder.

“Jesus, Brian!” Justin gasped, flipping open the first pamphlet.

“What is it, Daddy?” Reaghan asked.

“Yeah, what is it?” Zaira said, bouncing on her knees and looking over the papers her father was opening.

***

“We’re taking a month long vacation,” Brian told them, excited along with the kids that were cheering.

Justin stared dumbfounded. “A month?”

“I already cleared it with Zaira’s school. She’s only going to be missing five days,” Brian told him. “Her principal assured me that it is no longer than what any other kids may take for a vacation any other time of the year.”

“Yes!” Zaira yelled and gave her brother a high-five.

Justin laughed. “I just… I can’t believe this, Brian. You rented us a fucking mansion!” He quickly put his hand over his mouth. Luckily the children were too excited to notice his slip of tongue.

Brian laughed. “It’s just a cabin. Do you like the place?” Brian asked. “I know we’ll go to your mom’s for the warm weather but I thought it’d be nice to take the trip and go skiing.”

“It’s wonderful, Brian,” Justin’s face clouded over with sadness. “I don’t suppose I’ll be skiing the way we did the first time we went to Vermont.”

Brian felt his cheeks get hot as he realized what Justin was saying. “Oh no… I didn’t know when I made the reservations. I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking, Justin!”

“Well, I’ll talk to my doctor before we go. Maybe I can just stick to the flat land,” Justin said. “Besides, I’m sure there will be plenty of other activities there to keep us busy.”

“What is skeen, Daddy?” Reaghan asked.

“You put your feets on boards in the snow,” Zaira told him, all knowingly.

“Not exactly, babe,” Brian said. “We’ll show you some pictures of me and Daddy later. We used to go before you both were born, every year. I was just waiting until you both were old enough to learn how.”

“Oh! There’s a huge indoor swimming pool!” Justin said excitedly.

“Yup, and you can’t see it in these pictures, but they assured me there is also a water slide,” Brian added.

The kids shrieked hearing that.

“And these rooms! I had no idea the resort had rooms like this,” Justin said in awe flipping to the next page.

“That’s because when we went we were on a budget,” Brian laughed.

“Budget or no budget, this is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of.” Justin leaned up and kissed Brian’s lips.

“There’s more, look at the next one,” Brian encouraged.

Justin pulled the next pamphlet out and opened it. “Look guys, you can choose one of these rooms.”

“Actually, all of those rooms are in the cabin I rented. I suppose they can spend a night in all of them.”

“Brian! This is crazy!” Justin laughed. It was really sinking in that through everything that had happened Brian had been thinking of them all along. There was no way something like what he was looking at was planned in a day, let alone a month.

“I’ve been booking it since this summer,” Brian told him, reading Justin’s expression. “The plans started the day you and the kids went to your Mom’s.” He moved behind Justin and spread his legs, making Justin lay against him.

“When are we going, Dada?” Reaghan asked.

“We’re going to take a plane up to Vermont on Thursday,” Brian told his son.

“Thursday!” Justin gasped. “That’s only a few days away, we’ll have to pack and get all kinds of things ready first.”

Brian put his arms tighter around Justin. “Don’t worry. We’ll do it and I’ll help with all of it. Now, how about you tell the kids about the surprise?” Brian sat his hands on top of Justin’s stomach.

“What is it, Daddy?” Zaira asked.

“Well… You know how Auntie Melanie is having a baby?” Brian started.

“Oh yes! I can’t wait for my cousin to come!” Zaira told them.

Reaghan nodded his head in agreement.

“Well, I’m going to be having twins,” Justin said.

“Like Mike and Kevin in my class!” Zaira flung herself into her father’s arms.

“What’s that, Dada?” Reaghan asked, giving his sister a curious look at her outburst.

“It’s when instead of someone being pregnant with one baby, there are two,” Brian answered.

Reaghan smiled. “Santa did listen, Daddy!”

“He did?” Justin asked, confused.

“I wanted a baby bwotha and sista,” he explained.

“Told you he’d be just fine,” Brian whispered into Justin’s ear.

Justin held his children close to him, and Brian wrapped his long arms around all of them. Neither one could think of a time they’d ever been any happier.
 

***

“When is Gwamma coming?” Reaghan asked, looking out the library window.

Justin closed the Christmas book. “If you aren’t going to sit with me on the couch, I’m not going to read.”

Reaghan turned toward him and pouted. “Why can’t I go outside again?”

Justin got up off the couch. “We were out there for hours, buddy. You already have the sniffles. You do not want to be sick when we go to Vermont, and there you will get to play outside all the time. If you don’t want to read with me you can go help Dada and Zaira wash the dishes.”

“I don’t wanna. I want to go outside now!” Reaghan put his hands on his hips and stomped his feet while glaring at Justin.

Justin knelt down so he was level with his son’s eyes. “Is that any way to talk to me on Christmas?”

Reaghan looked away. “You stupid,” he mumbled.

Justin turned his son to look at him. “Excuse me?”

Reaghan lifted his head and glared at Justin. “You stupid.”

“Reaghan Brian Taylor-Kinney, you know better than to call people, especially me names.” Justin raised his voice, more in surprise than anger. He never thought his son would be so rude to him after having what Justin thought was a good Christmas Day.

“Meanie!” Reaghan yelled at the top of his lungs, putting his face inches from his father’s. “You neva let me do nothing!”

“Reaghan, you just opened all your Christmas presents, had a special lunch that was mostly cookies and you went outside and built a snowman with Zaira. I think that is a lot to do in one day,” Justin reasoned, trying to remain calm.

“I want to go outside now!” Reaghan yelled. This time he leaned forward and pushed at Justin’s shoulders.

Justin reacted quickly and brought the boy into his arms. “You do not push, Reaghan! You are going in the naughty chair.”

Reaghan wiggled in his father’s arms…”No! I don’t want too!”

Justin struggled to stand up. “Stop this, Reaghan.”

“I hate you, Daddy!” Reaghan yelled, punching his little fists into Justin’s shoulders and doing his best to wiggle out of the man’s grip.

“Reaghan, you’re hurting me. Stop,” Justin pleaded. He hated the tantrums his son had.

“No! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” the little blond cried, kicking out, trying to dislodge himself.

Justin was getting teary from the physical pain his son caused him and from the emotional pain. He gathered all of his strength as he carried the dangling boy, trying, in Reaghan’s best interest, not to drop him on the hardwood floor of the hall. “Reaghan, stop,” Justin yelled, struggling to make his way across to the other end of the foyer to the naughty chair.

“I hate you! Leave me alone, Daddy!” Reaghan, at this point, had hot little tears streaming down his face as he continued to fight his punishment.

“What the fuck is going on?” Brian roared.

Justin barely had time to acknowledge his husband, who in the blink of an eye was in front of him, taking the squirming bawling child into his arms. “What are you doing to Daddy?” Brian demanded.

Reaghan buried his face into his father’s shoulder. “Daddy’s mean!” he wept.

Brian walked over to the chair and peeled his son off him. “Sit down.”

Reaghan wailed and stomped his feet on the floor. “No! No! No!” Reaghan tried to get up but Brian placed him back in the chair.

“If you move again I will take all of your Christmas presents away.”

Reaghan stilled, wiped his nose with his shirt, and hiccupped as he tried to stop crying. “Okay.”

Brian turned toward Justin and walked over to him, taking the man in his arms. “Are you all right?”

Justin wiped the tears from his eyes and collapsed into Brian’s embrace. “I think I’m okay.”

Brian rubbed his hands up and down the length of his back. “I want you to go sit back down in the library and relax. I’m going to have a chat with the little man.”

“Okay.” Justin slowly made his way into the library.

Brian walked over and then squatted down in front of Reaghan. “You have got some explaining to do.”

“Dada, no!” Reaghan whined.

Brian took his son’s hands in his own. “Look at me, Reaghan.”

“What?” Reaghan pouted, staring up at his father with glassy dark hazel eyes.

“I don’t even know what that was about and I don’t really care. All I know is that you are to promise me RIGHT NOW that you will never yell at Daddy or hit him like you just did.”

“But he...”

“Reaghan!” Brian took a deep breath and let it out slowly; he was on fire with the anger he felt toward his son, but he also was angry at himself. He knew he was partly to blame. “I heard the way you were yelling at Daddy. You have no reason to do that. NONE. NOT EVER. Do you understand me?”

“He was being mean!” Reaghan said.

Brian rolled his eyes. “How exactly was Daddy being mean to you? I can’t even imagine that he would ever do such a thing. He has been wonderful to you and your sister today. And I don’t just mean the presents.”

“Hmpf,” Reaghan looked down at his and his father’s hands.

“He played picture studio with you. He helped you decorate your Christmas cookies. He even helped you and Zaira build not only a snowman but a snow fort too. And I know Daddy was in there reading you Christmas stories. So tell me, sonny-boy, how was Daddy being mean to you?” Brian paused and waited.

“I wanted to go play outside!” Reaghan whined.

“It’s nearly dark out,” Brian said. “And you were out there for almost three hours. We told you when you came in that we were done outside for the day. It was getting too cold and it was time to clean up and relax before Grandma Jen came for dinner. I also told you that you could go outside tomorrow to play, which isn’t going to happen now.”

Reaghan pulled his hands away from Brian’s and crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay.”

“Well, that is what you should have told Daddy when he told you no. But I am not done talking to you, Reaghan. You have made your Daddy and me very sad with the way you treated him, and I know this isn’t the first time. But this is going to be the last. You got me?”

“Yes,” Reaghan whimpered.

“You hurt Daddy, Reaghan. You hurt his feelings with words that should have never come out of your mouth, but you also were punching and kicking him and that hurt his body.”

“I’m sowwy,” Reaghan wiped at his tears.

“You’re going to apologize to Daddy, but first you need to understand something. You should never hit anyone, especially Daddy or your sister, but you have to be careful with Daddy now. Even how you play with Daddy, okay?”

“Why?” Reaghan asked.

“Because those babies in Daddy’s belly could get hurt if Daddy gets hurt. You have to be very gentle with him, and very nice. Got me?”

Reaghan nodded. “Got you.”

“Okay, I want you to sit here for three minutes and think about what I said. I’ll let you know when the time is up and then you are going to do what?”

“Tell Daddy I’m sowwy and give him hugs and kisses, gentle hugs,” Reaghan promised.

“Good boy,” Brian smiled and went to go check on Justin.

When he got to the library, he found Justin curled up, facing toward the couch. Brian could tell that his husband was crying. He kneeled beside the couch and cautiously touched his shoulder. “You hurt, Sunshine?”

Justin did not answer for a moment but then shook his head. “That’s the first time he told me he hated me.”

“He doesn’t hate you, Justin,” Brian told him, getting up and taking Justin into his arms. “I talked to him and he definitely knows that he isn’t to treat you like that ever again. I’ll make sure of it, Justin, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Brian,” Justin sniffled.

“Well, I can promise you that I will do everything in my power to make sure that he doesn’t act like that again,” Brian amended.

Justin looked up at Brian. “Well then, you’ll have to never leave us alone because he throws tantrums like that whenever it’s just me and him.”

Brian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Justin sat up further, removed himself from Brian’s arms and stood up, turning away from his husband. He walked over to the window and stared out at the dusky sky, much like his son had been doing only a few minutes before. “I did. You never listened.”

Brian felt like he’d been slapped, but he knew it was true. He felt tears form in his eyes as he got up and walked over behind Justin. “I’m listening now,” Brian told him. “Please, just tell me.”

Justin turned around and faced Brian. “This is usually how it is almost every time you wouldn’t show up for one thing or another. Sometimes they’d be fine, but other times Reaghan would ask where you were and he’d get so frustrated because he didn’t understand the excuses. The sad thing is, Zaira did, usually. She’d get upset sometimes but usually it was Reaghan. The reason you didn’t notice before is because when you are around he eats your attention up and barely has anything to do with me.”

“God, Justin,” Brian whispered and pulled Justin into his arms.

Justin placed his head on Brian’s chest. “You’ve got a lot of damage to undo, Brian.”

Brian squeezed Justin tighter and ran his fingers through his blond hair. “I know.”

“Dada! Daddy!” Reaghan’s voice yelled from the hall.

Brian sighed and looked at his watch. “It’s been over five minutes. I’m gonna go get him and have him come apologize.”

“It’s okay. I’ll go get him,” Justin said. “Maybe you should go make sure that Zaira hasn’t filled the kitchen floor with bubbles.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Brian said, opening the library door.

Justin raised his eyebrow at his husband.

“What? You’re serious?” Brian said, alarmed.

Justin laughed. “She likes bubbles; I found that out last week.”

“Shit,” Brian kissed Justin’s lips quickly and nearly ran down the hall to the kitchen. He let out a deep breath when he saw that Zaira was there, perfectly fine, drying the last plate and putting it away in the cabinet.
 

***
 

Justin walked over to Reaghan. His son was looking up at him nervously, his blond bangs hanging in his dark eyes. “Dada told me that you’ve got something to say to me,” Justin said, kneeling down in front of him.

Reaghan brushed his hair from his face with the back of his hand and nodded his head. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I not talk mean or hit again.”

“You hurt my feelings,” Justin told him.

“I don’t wanna hurt you or the babies,” Reaghan said. “You okay, Daddy?”

Justin nodded. “I’m okay now. Come give me a hug.”

Reaghan shook his head. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t get up until you say,” he reminded Justin.

Justin smiled. “You can get up.”

Reaghan went straight into his father’s arms and hugged him. “Love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Reaghan.” Justin pulled the boy away from him when he felt the tickling feeling in his belly and he started to laugh.

“I funny,” Reaghan said.

Justin smirked. “Yes, you are. But I’m laughing because the babies are tickling me inside.”

Reaghan put his hand on Justin’s belly. “The babies are laughing?”

Justin ruffled his son’s hair. “Yeah, they’re laughing and moving around. But they are very tiny. That’s why you have to be careful with me. Just like you are with Aunt Melanie, okay?”

Reaghan laughed. “Babies in there.” He leaned into Justin’s chest, patting his father’s belly.

“Yeah,” Justin smiled, hugging his son. “There are babies in there growing.”

Reaghan looked up at Justin. “I want to play with them.”

Justin laughed. “You will, but even after they are born it will be a little while before you can. We’ll have to read some of the books I got to read your sister when I had you in my belly. They tell you all about what it’s like to be a big brother or sister.”

Reaghan smiled. “I’ll take good care of them. Did Santa tell you I wanted them?”

“I’m sure you will be a good big brother,” Justin kissed Reaghan’s cheek. “But no, Santa didn’t tell me. It was a surprise to me too.”

“I like supises,” Reaghan laughed. “I only wanted one, but I got two!”

Justin laughed with his son. “I love you, Reaghan.”

“Love you, Daddy, and the babies too,” the boy hugged his father again.

Justin heard a car pulling up and saw lights coming in the windows from outside. “I bet that’s Grandma.”

Reaghan jumped out of the embrace and danced around, running toward the door. Justin got up and followed him. Justin opened the door and waited for his mother to make it up to the house. Brian and Zaira came out of the kitchen and joined the two blonds in the foyer.

“Guys, Daddy and Dada want to tell Grandma about the babies okay?” Justin whispered as his mother got out of her car.

“Can you keep it a secret?” Brian asked.

Both of the kids asked in unison. “Why?”

“Because it’s something very special that Daddy wants to tell his Mommy first, okay?”

“Okay,” Zaira said.

Reaghan looked unconvinced, but realized that he did not want to make his Daddy hurt any more so he agreed to not tell too.

Once Jennifer made it inside the door, the next twenty minutes were a rush of excitement while the kids showed and told their grandmother about the entire morning.

Once the immediate excitement wore off, the family went into the dining room to eat. Justin had thawed a frozen stew he had made and it had been simmering in the crock pot all afternoon. It was his and Brian’s favorite meal and he was grateful to be able to share it with his family.

Throughout dinner they talked more about their Christmas mornings. Jennifer had driven up to Philadelphia to spend Christmas morning with Justin’s sister Molly, her husband Frank and their 2-year-old son, Kyle.

Frank was in the Air Force and for the last six years they had been living in Germany and had just come home to the States a month prior. Justin had taken the kids up to visit them a couple of weeks ago and had a wonderful time. He hadn’t even asked Brian to go, which had worried both Molly and Jennifer when they realized the man had missed both family trips that year.

“Why couldn’t Grandpa Tuck come see us?” Reaghan asked, though he’d also asked Jennifer the day before.

Justin and Brian both held in their snickers. It was funny hearing their children call a man Grandpa that was only a few years older than Justin and a few younger than Brian.

“He wanted to spend time with his sister this year. She had a brand new baby a few days ago,” Jennifer told him.

Reaghan snickered and looked over at Justin, making the older blond roll his eyes. He could just see the excitement in his son. He knew it was time to tell his mother.

“You should just see the tiny little girl,” Jennifer gushed. “I didn’t realize how much I missed having a little baby to hold. It seems so long since Kyle, Reaghan and Zaira were that little.”

Brian put down his spoon and took Justin’s hand in his own, sensing it was time to reveal their news. “Jennifer, Justin and I have something to tell you.”

At first, Justin noticed that his mother looked very worried at him, but after a moment of staring at his smiling face, her eyes lightened.

“Please tell me you aren’t moving out of the country,” she begged.

Justin and Brian laughed. “No,” they said in unison.

“Then what is it? You seem so serious.” Jennifer looked back and forth and then looked at the kids who seemed to be clued in on what her sons were going to share with her.

“I’m pregnant,” Justin told her.

It was a complete shock and absolutely the last thing she’d expected to hear, after sensing that there were some problems going on between Justin and Brian. She’d even had the thought that they would tell her they were divorcing, but had banished that thought from her mind because of how happy they both seemed. “Oh honey… I…” Jennifer was rightfully speechless.

“We’re going to have twins,” Brian added.

Jennifer’s blue eyes widened. “TWINS? I’m going to be a grandma again twice over!”

“An I’m gonna be a big bwotha!” Reaghan told his grandma.

“And I’m going to be a big sister again!” Zaira added excitedly, giving her grandma a hug.

Jennifer was cautious, wondering if this was best for Justin and his family. She would have to speak to him in private later, but for now she just reveled in the looks of happiness on their faces. “That’s wonderful, guys. I’m very happy for you,” she said softly, hoping it was truly something to be overjoyed about. She rose from her chair and hugged Justin and Brian. “Twins are going to be crazy,” she whispered.
 

***
 

“Can I get you some tea, mom?” Justin asked as he cleaned up the last of the dinner dishes.

“No, I’m fine,” Jennifer said. “Why don’t we go sit down in the library and talk?”

“Okay, just let me finish up.” Justin wiped off the counters and then turned out the kitchen light before walking with his mother down the hall. Justin could tell that his mother’s intuition had been pinging. He paused by the stairs and put his hand on her arm. “Let me just run upstairs and make sure Brian knows what jammies to put the kids in tonight.”

Jennifer put her hand on Justin’s arm, stopping him. “I’m sure Brian can manage on his own, Justin,” she said.

“I know he can. But he’s already giving the kids their second bath of the day. I want them to wear their special jammies, the ones that they got for Christmas,” Justin explained. “I got Zaira these cute purple ones that have little sheep and snowflakes on them and for Reaghan I found these blue footy pajamas and the feet are little snowman heads.”

Jennifer smiled at her son’s exuberance. “I know, you told me about them yesterday. Now, did Brian see them open them? Did you tell him that you wanted them to wear those tonight?”

“Well yeah, but...” Justin paused and let out a deep sigh. “I just need to make sure because if I ask them to get into other pajamas it’ll be more work for me.”

“You have to let him do things, Justin,” his mother told him, knowing what a control freak Justin could be at times. “I was happy to have your father put you in pajamas at all. Sometimes it’d be a shirt that didn’t match the pants, but you didn’t mind, and in the long run, I didn’t either. I was glad that I didn’t have to do it.”

“I get what you’re saying,” Justin sighed and led his mother into the library. “It’s just that Brian forgets a lot of the stuff I tell him.” He plopped down on the couch and yawned.

Jennifer sat beside him. “Are you guys okay?”

Justin didn’t want to tell his mother the details of his marriage so he settled with saying, “We’re going to be.”

“If you and Brian are having problems do you really think it’s a good time to bring a baby into the world… let alone two?” She put her hand out to hold Justin’s but Justin pulled away.

“What are you saying, Mom?” Justin asked, terrified.

“Oh, honey, I didn’t mean for that to come out the way it sounded. It’s just that I know that having a baby doesn’t fix a marriage; it certainly didn’t when I had Molly, and I hate to say it, but I thought it would. It did for a while, but your father…”

“Is nothing like Brian,” Justin told his mother. “Whatever problems Brian and I were having are going to be solved. Things weren’t okay, but they are going to be. I know Brian and he loves me, mom. He even told me….” Justin trailed off, not sure if he should share what he was about to say with his mother.

“What, honey?” Jennifer prodded.

“He told me that even though we only talked about having four children, he’d still like to try for another in the future because he wants to carry my baby too. These babies weren’t planned, mom; they were a surprise and a damn good one, because they did fix a lot already. They gave Brian and me a new perspective, and though it’s going to take some work, we’re going to be all right.”

“I only want what’s best for you and the kids, Justin,” Jennifer said; this time Justin let her hold his hand. “I am glad though that it seems Brian has been very attentive to you from what I’ve seen. Now, tell me all about your pregnancy. I want to hear every detail.”

Justin laughed. “Even the parts about how I puke every other morning at 5:30 on the dot?”

Jennifer smiled and nodded her head. “Even that,” she laughed. “Of course, you know you caused me to do the same thing when I was pregnant with you, so it is only fair.”
 

***
 

Justin closed the front door behind his mother. He let out a long sigh and felt Brian wrap his arms around him.

“It was nice of your mom to stay until the kids went to sleep,” Brian said, nuzzling his face into Justin’s warm neck.

Justin turned around in Brian’s arms and put his head on his chest. “The kids loved it. She always tells the best bedtime stories.”

“So that’s where you get it from,” Brian said softly.

“Well, it certainly wasn’t from my dad. He usually wasn’t even home before my and Molly’s bedtime,” Justin told him quietly.

Both men were lost in their own thoughts as they clung together, wrapped in one another’s arms, standing in the middle of the dark foyer.

“I’m going to miss her,” Justin said, breaking the silence and lifting his head up to look at his husband. “I wish she wouldn’t go off traveling with Tucker again.”

“I know,” Brian, agreed. “But we can’t be so selfish. Besides, they’re going to come stay with us a month after we get back from Vermont.”

Justin sniffled. “I know I’m just being silly.”

“You’re not being silly, Justin. I’ll miss her too,” Brian said honestly.

Justin smiled. “I love you, Brian.”

Brian leaned his head down and pressed his lips to Justin’s, giving his husband a soft kiss before pulling back. “Are you tired?”

Justin smirked and shook his head. “Not at all.” He ground his groin up against Brian’s and brought his husband down for another kiss.

Brian broke away, panting for breath. “We should go check on the kids and get upstairs before we get carried away.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Justin told him.

“What’s that?”

“How about we go check on the kids make sure they’re asleep and then come back down here.”

Brian rose one eyebrow. “You want to have sex in the foyer?”

Justin laughed. “It’s not like we haven’t before…but no. I want make love to you under the Christmas tree in front of the fireplace.” Justin moved his hands slowly from Brian’s back and slid them inside Brian’s sweatpants.

Brian groaned as he felt Justin’s fingertips trace the crack of his ass. “I love your idea, but do you think we could take a shower first?”

Justin smirked. “Are you dirty?”

Brian nodded and put his mouth by Justin’s ear. “I’m dirty. But I’m also a little tired and could use a refreshing shower. Maybe you can help me clean those hard to reach places?”

Justin gulped. “I think that can be arranged.”
 

***
 

“She’s going to wake up,” Justin whispered.

Brian shook his head and aimed the camera; the light flickered on the camera, not disturbing Zaira in the least. He took another shot and then leaned in to kiss her soft cheek. Brian stepped down and waited as Justin kissed their little girl goodnight.

“Merry Christmas, Zaira,” Justin whispered and then climbed down off the carriage’s ladder.

Brian showed Justin the picture he’d taken on the camera’s screen as they walked out. “She looks like you when she’s sleeping.”

“I was thinking she looked like you,” Justin said as they walked toward Reaghan’s room.

“They’re a perfect blend of both of us,” Brian told him. “Though I’m sure Zaira is going to regret getting my nose when she’s older.”

Justin laughed. “What’s wrong with your nose? I love your nose.”

“It’s pointy,” Brian told him.

Justin took Brian’s hand and stopped him from entering Reaghan’s room. “Is that why you insisted she didn’t have your nose the day she was born?”

“Well, I was hoping she’d have as little Kinney in her as possible,” Brian admitted. “We aren’t all that pretty. Don’t tell me you actually don’t see that I have a big pointy nose.”

“What?” Justin said dumbfounded. “You are fucking gorgeous and I love the shape of your nose!” Justin said. “You’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever known. How did I, in all the years of knowing you, not know that you had a hang-up about your nose?”

Brian shrugged his shoulders. “You know I think our daughter is the most beautiful little girl in the world. I just know that Claire got my mom’s nose too and well…she and I always got teased in school because of it. You’ve seen my pictures.”

Justin gave Brian a tight hug. “I have and I would never say that you had a big nose. I love you, Brian. You’re nuts, but I love you.” It was very surprising to hear Brian ever admit to being self-conscious about his looks. “I also love being able to look at my children’s faces and see you in them. So don’t ever wish that they didn’t have Kinney in them.”

Justin pulled back away from Brian. “Now, let’s go check on our son who I am very grateful has your eyes.”

Brian felt himself blushing as Justin took his hand and led him into Reaghan’s room. “He kicked his covers off.”

“That’s why I make him wear thick pajamas. At least I know he’ll be a little warmer,” Justin told Brian, watching as his husband arranged the sheets and quilt back onto the bed.

Brian re-covered his son with the quilt and started to turn off the nightlight by the bed when Justin stopped him.

“He needs it on if he has to get up and use the bathroom,” Justin reminded him.

Brian leaned down and kissed Reaghan’s soft cheek. “Good night, little boy.”

Justin stepped beside Brian and leaned in to take a picture of his son before kissing his cheek and whispering. “Merry Christmas, Reaghan.”
 

***
 

Brian locked the double doors that enclosed the family room and turned to see Justin on the ground and making a pallet on the floor in front of the fireplace. The entire room was dark except for the glow of the tree lights and the fire. The lights danced along Justin’s face and Brian could not wait to see how beautiful he’d look as they shimmered upon his naked skin. “Need help?”

Justin looked up at Brian and had to catch his breath. “No, I’m ready for you.”

Brian took a deep breath and loosened the belt on his robe. He looked into Justin’s lusty eyes as he removed it and placed it on the chair. He stood above Justin, allowing the younger man to look up at him and commit him to memory to paint or sketch at another time, as it seemed Justin was always doing when he looked at him with the hungry intent stare he felt to the very core of his being.

Justin crawled toward Brian and then raised himself up on his knees, grazing his hands up the long tanned legs before him. “Come down here.”

Brian slowly dropped down to his knees, his cock started to fill as Justin’s hands moved to his thighs and around to his belly.

“Get me naked,” Justin quietly commanded.

Brian unhooked the belt on Justin’s robe and slowly slid it off his husband. He leaned forward and started to pepper light kisses along his collarbone and then trailed them down along Justin’s shoulder.

Justin felt himself quiver at Brian’s caressing kisses; his cock was rock hard and he knew that he was not going to be able to last long if Brian kept touching him. “Sit back,” Justin whispered.

Brian arranged himself on the pillows and blankets and looked at Justin for his next instruction. He loved when Justin was in complete control. It allowed Brian to lose himself entirely to his husband, in a way that topping Justin at times did not allow for.

Justin kneeled beside Brian and ran one of his hands up and down Brian’s chest, then down to his flat stomach. He wondered what it would be like to watch it swell and grow with his child inside. He was taken out of his thoughts when he heard Brian whisper his name in a begging tone. “Are you ready?”

Brian wiggled. “Yes.” His cock was now completely erect and seemed to be reaching toward Justin’s fingertips that for the last few minutes had been teasingly close to touching him.

“Spread your legs for me, Brian,” Justin said. He watched as Brian did and then crawled in between them. “What do you want?”

Brian closed his eyes and gulped in a deep breath before focusing them on Justin again. “I… I want you.”

Justin nodded and leaned forward, draping himself over Brian and leaning down to kiss at the side of Brian’s jaw and then up to his ear. “Where do you want me?”

Brian wrapped his legs around Justin’s waist and his hands found Justin’s head, pulling his hair and turning his face. His lips brushed against Justin’s as he spoke. “Inside me.”

Justin let out a deep breath and then crushed his lips onto Brian’s open mouth.

For the next couple of minutes, Brian and Justin ground against each other as they passed sloppy passionate kisses to one another. Their hands danced along all the skin they could reach as their cocks leaked their desires onto one another’s skin. Their eyes would open and then close from the overwhelming beauty they saw emanating from each other.

“I’m ready,” Brian panted and reached beside him to grab the lube and hand it to Justin.

Justin reluctantly backed away from Brian and took the lube in his shaking hands. It had been a long time since he’d been inside Brian and he knew that he would need to take it slow, but the way Brian was looking at him, so desperate and needy, was telling him otherwise.

Justin lubed his cock then reached down and slowly inserted his middle finger into Brian’s ass.

“Go on,” Brian told him. “Add another.”

Justin looked at Brian unsure; he’d barely even started to stretch the man out.

“You played with my ass in the shower, Justin,” Brian reminded him.

“Okay,” Justin whispered and pushed his ring finger in beside the other one.

Brian groaned out when he felt Justin crook his fingers and press against his prostate. He looked down and could see that his cock was dripping pre-come constantly. “I’m ready,” he told his husband again.

Justin slowly slid his fingers out and then dropped back down on top of Brian, his hard cock wedged in between the cheeks of Brian’s ass.

They stared at each other, both trying to calm their breaths and to pass words of love through their eyes. Justin brought Brian’s arms up and then twined his fingers with Brian’s above his head. He moved forward and brought his lips down, just as the head of his cock pushed inside Brian’s body.

The rhythm began as they kissed and sucked each other’s tongues, Justin sliding his hips back and then forward hard, stabbing into Brian’s prostate on every thrust.

“Harder,” Brian told him, feeling himself start to shake from the inside.

Justin licked at the tears that cascaded down Brian’s face. He wasn’t even sure if his husband realized he was crying. Knowing this, made the experience that much more intense for Justin as he slid in and out, and doubled his thrusting inside of Brian’s tightness.

“Oh god, Sunshine,” Brian moaned, hugging Justin to him and struggling to keep his legs wrapped around Justin’s moving waist.

Justin waited, and pounded, for as long as he could last. He knew that he was extremely close to coming and wanted to make sure that Brian was too. He started to loosen his grip on Brian’s hand to reach down and stroke him, but Brian only squeezed tighter.

Brian struggled to keep his eyes open. They were blurry from sweat and tears and he felt so overwhelmed feeling his husband so alive and inside of him!

Whatever God, or spirit, that allowed him to have another chance at a life with his husband, the unexplained Groundhog Days of Hell, it was all worth it.

Justin and his children were alive, and now, for the first time in a year Brian truly felt alive once again. His life was complete. His family was going to be all right, and Brian was going to do everything in his power to make sure that Justin and the kids were always his first priority.

He would forever ravish and love Justin, the way that he was being made love to. Brian opened his eyes and saw Justin’s face, the firelight dancing over the sweat that fell down his forehead making his face glisten. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

Justin felt Brian’s ass tighten around him and the other man called out his name as he sent him into his orgasm. Through the tightening and one more thrust Justin fell onto Brian and ground his dick as far into him as he could, as he too began to shake with an intense orgasm.

When Brian could catch his breath, he opened his eyes and saw Justin staring down at him. He gave his lover a wide smile and was happy to see a bright one in return.

They separated their sweaty hands at the same time and started to stroke the other’s face. “I love you. Merry Christmas, Brian,” Justin said. He shifted his weight to press a kiss to Brian’s forehead and felt Brian’s muscles still gripping him inside his body.

Brian twirled a strand of the silky blond hair in his finger and took a deep breath, smelling Justin all around him, feeling him still inside him. “I love you, Justin. Merry Christmas.”

Justin reached out, grabbed the extra blanket and draped it over him and Brian.

Brian pulled Justin’s head down to his chest and stroked his back. He felt disappointed when Justin’s cock finally softened and slipped out of him, but knew it wouldn’t be long before Justin found the energy to fuck him soundly to sleep. For now, he just reveled in the feel of his husband’s breath on his chest and the fingertips that were making invisible patterns on his biceps.

Justin tried, he really did, but he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“What?” Brian asked.

Justin rubbed his head back and forth. “Nothing,” he laughed.

“Well, it must be something,” Brian said.

“It’s the babies again,” Justin whispered. “They won’t stop.”

Brian let out a long sigh. “What position?”

Justin looked up and smirked at Brian. “You ready to go again?”

“I’m not sure about my ass,” Brian wiggled around. “But my cock is up for it.”

Justin let out a roar of laughter and quickly got up, holding onto his stomach. “I hope my baby will do this to you. It’s so weird; you’ve got to feel it.” He was happy that once he was upright it had stopped.

Brian sat up and leaned on his elbows. “Where do you want me?”

Justin smiled and pushed Brian down. “Right there. It seems this…” Justin grabbed Brian’s come-covered cock in his hand, “upright position was all I needed.”

Brian raised his eyebrow. “Really? Then… whatever works.”

Justin crawled up toward Brian’s head and moved so that his ass was directly over Brian’s face. “Get me wet.”

Brian didn’t have to be told twice; he eagerly spread Justin’s cheeks and swiped his saliva dripping tongue around and inside Justin’s hole.

Justin only let Brian eat him out for a few seconds before he turned around, placed Brian’s wet, rock hard dick at his entrance, and slowly slid down onto it. He let out a long moan and closed his eyes.

“Justin,” Brian called his lover’s name, making the blue eyes pop open onto his.

“What?” Justin asked, moving his hips around.

Brian took Justin hand. “I just… I wanted to tell you that I love you.”

Justin smiled. “I know you do.”

Brian let out a sigh of relief at Justin’s statement, and then another kind of sigh passed his lips as he felt Justin tighten his ass around his cock.

The End

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