Christmas Presents

Part 4

Justin woke early. He was in bed and he was warm and his body had that feeling he got when the sex the night before had been incredible. Smiling to himself, he rolled over towards Brian and opened his eyes.

Brian was still asleep, lying on his back, his left hand resting lightly on his chest. The gold from the simple band glowed with warmth. Justin put his own hand on top of Brian’s, softly stroking the long fingers.

They were married. Actually honest to God, wearing rings with a license on the dresser married. Til death we do part stuff, you know—white lace and promises, a kiss for luck and all that shit.

Goddamn.

Sadie married lady.

So, what was he now? Who was he, he should say? Mrs. Brian Kinney? Mr. Justin Taylor? Master Kinney? Who the fuck knew?

What the fuck difference did it make? They were honest to fuck married.

Brian loved him enough to arrange all this and marry him and Justin loved him back every bit as much.

He leaned over, started kissing Brian’s shoulder, up to his neck, moving his hand down from Brian’s chest to his abs, his navel, his groin, his hard on. Brian’s breathing changed and his tongue started moving on Justin’s cheek.

More kisses, more stroking, the condom was placed, the lube was used and they consummated themselves again. And again.

After Brian looked down at him and with what little energy he had at that moment he smiled, “My bride”, laughed and carefully rolled off his lover—no, his spouse, his husband, his whatever and smiled one of the few real smiles Justin had seen from him.

“I love you, Brian. I mean it. I really love you. I’ve told you that before, but this isn’t the same. It’s more—the feelings are deeper and I know that you’ll be here and that you didn’t have to do this but you did and I just love you so much.”

“What the fuck are you babbling about?”

“I know what you’ve done for me. You’ve changed your entire life and you don’t give a flying fuck what anyone says about it. You’ve told everyone that you love me, too.”

Brian gave him one of his looks, got out of the bed and smacked Justin’s butt as he passed by on his way to the bathroom. “Whatever. I’m starved. Let’s get some breakfast.”

“Fucker.”

“Come in here and say that.”

It was over an hour before they managed to get dressed and head down to the dining room. Over fruit and cereal and eggs Justin looked across the table. “So, snowboarding today?”

“If you want. You do realize that I’ve never been before. The last trip would have been my first time.”

“You’ll be fine. You’re coordinated and you’re athletic and you’re in great shape. You’ll do great.”

“You’ve done this before? I mean other than the last time?”

“Well, yeah. I used to go with my parents every winter. They skied and I boarded. Molly skis, too. This one year we went out to Utah—God, we’ve got to go some time, Bri! The mountains are amazing and the color of the ski is like nothing you’ve ever seen before and the snow—it’s incredible. You’d just so fucking love it.” Brian was staring at him. “What?” No answer.  “Do I have something in my teeth or something?”

Brian reached his long arm over, his finger tracing a line down Justin’s cheek to his chin. Smiling suddenly and with a half laugh, “C’mon Sunshine.”

The rest of the day was spent boarding on some of Sugarbush’s slopes, Justin showing Brian the basics—which he quickly moved beyond—and then some of the more advanced moves. They made runs down Moonshine and Down Spout and stopped for lunch at Allyn’s Lodge at the top of one of the trails. The weather was perfect, about twenty-five degrees and sunny, no wind. A perfect ski day.

A few more runs and they were done for the day. They took the last run down to the main area and made their way back to the Inn. The first thoughts were of a hot shower until they changed their minds and, actually putting on suits, went to the Jacuzzi on   the lower section of the public areas.

The large tub was still pretty secluded, the Inn’s owners not being stupid. Seeing the two men they knew to be newlyweds go in, the owners quickly—before much could happen—brought in the bottle of champagne and bowl of strawberries Brian had ordered and closed the door as they left.

Hearing the door latch the two of them laughed. The reactions to their being newlyweds as opposed to just being a couple were funny. Before yesterday they were tolerated. They were even, if the looks were interpreted correctly, envied. To be known as newlyweds seemed to open then to all kinds of smiles and cute remarks about their sex life—as if they hadn’t had one last week.

There were remarks from the other guests about Brian carrying Justin over the threshold, about not wearing themselves out all at once, about eating a good dinner so that they would have strength when they needed it. One idiot woman had even commented that it was sweet that Justin would certainly be able to keep Brian young. His glare was exceptional, even for him. Justin had simply laughed and commented that, yes, Brian was lucky that way.

The Jacuzzi felt fabulous, especially after a long day on the slopes and a long night with not enough sleep. The water was a perfect one hundred and four degrees and the jets were aimed just where they would do the most good on strained muscles and overextended joints. Both men sank with some gratitude into the swirling water, moaning out how fucking good it felt. They sat across from one another, their legs and feet touching. For long minutes they just sat in the comfort, letting their bodies relax and enjoying the intimacy and pleasure of the setting.

Reaching over, Justin took one of the large berries from the bowl, dipped in the small bowl of cream and fed it to Brian, teasing him just slightly, rubbing the fruit across his lips until the mouth opened enough to slip the berry inside. His finger went in, too, staying just long enough to tease Brian’s inner lip. This was followed by a gentle kiss and another berry then a sip of the wine.

Brian next took a berry, dipping it in the champagne, carefully placing it in Justin’s mouth and then nuzzling his neck as he chewed and swallowed. His hands moved down Justin’s shoulders to his back, pulling him closer, then to his waist to pull the elastic of the waistband down, removing the trunks and running just the tips of his fingers up the front of Justin’s legs, up his shins, over his kneecaps, up the center of his thighs to his hipbones and then up to his nipples. All the while Brian continued to mouth his neck and throat.

Justin’s hands were moving, too. Over Brian’s shoulders and down to his butt, pulling the suit down, moving Brian so that it could be worked down his legs and off.

Naked in the swirling water, Brian pulled Justin to sit on his lap, legs around his waist and his cock pressing against Justin’s hole. They were kissing deeply now, their hands clutching one another and their hips starting to grind.

“Now.”

“Like this? Here?”

“Yes. Now.”

Brian reached for the condom, Justin watching him. The younger man’s hand touched Brian’s. “No. Not this time. Please, Brian.”

Brian’s mouth was slightly open, his breathing faster than normal. “You’re sure?”

“Forsaking all others, remember? You promised.”

They looked at one another for a long few seconds before Brian kissed Justin as carefully as he had the first night when he had known that he was with a virgin. Raising Justin enough so that he could place him in position, Brian pressed his length against the opening gently until it allowed him entrance. His eyes on Justin, they watched each other’s every reaction. In a real way it was their first time and they made it last, slow and passionate. The feelings, the sensations without the latex barrier were new to them both and almost overwhelming. It was more powerful than they had imagined, combined with the warm waters and the tickling of the bubbles. It was too much for them to sustain for long.

When their orgasms took them they were as strong as either of them had felt.

They remained where they were, no moving, feeling the after shocks, their arms around one another as their breathing slowed.

Their mouths remained together, the tips of their tongues barely touching one another in light caress.

It was one of the most erotic encounters they had ever had.

Still on Brian’s lap, still connected, Justin picked up one of the glasses beside them, taking a sip then giving some to Brian.

A slow smile was on Brian’s face, matching the one on his spouses.

“God, that was astounding. You are astounding.”

“Ad man hype?”

“The truth and nothing but the truth.”

More slow kisses followed.

“We need to get out. You’re only supposed to be in here twenty minutes and we’ve been here over an hour.”

“Carry me.”

“Come on, lazy twat.”

Reluctantly they stood up, gathered their clothing to get back to their room and made their way upstairs. Lying on the bed, Brian asked Justin if he would like to stay in or go out for dinner.

“I don’t care. The restaurant here isn’t any great shakes, but we can find something if we try.”

“You are such a fucking princess. Where do you want to go, my bride?”

“How long are you going to call me that?”

“As long as it pisses you off.”

“Fucker.

“There’s a place down the road that a guy I was talking to this afternoon at lunch said was really good. A steak place.”

“Was he hot?”

“No, but he thought that you were.”

“So we know he has good taste. Fine. Call in a reservation, or ask the Inn to do it.’

Justin made the call, then, “Hey, Bri? We should call Mom. Let her know that we got married, OK?”

“Yeah, sure. She’s still at your grandparents, right?”

*          *          *

“Hi, Grandma? It’s Justin. Is Mom there?”…”Yeah, yesterday”…It’s great, I’m so happy I can’t believe it.”…”Brian is right here, hold on”…”It went well, really well.”…No, no pictures, but that’s alright.”…”Thank you, you know that it wouldn’t have gone off as well if you all hadn’t helped.”…”Very happy”…”No, don’t tell anyone, we want to do that when we get back. I’m putting Justin on again”…”Mom? Tell Molly that she can come over whenever she wants.”…”We’re going out to dinner”…”Snowboarding and I got Brian to go look at some of the antique shops yesterday”…”I know. I love you, too”…”I’m not sure, a couple of days, I guess. We’ll see you when we get back. Thank Grandma and Grandpa for us both, OK? I love you.”

“She’s really happy for us.” Justin looked over to where Brian was getting dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a light gray cashmere vee necked sweater.

“C’mon, the reservations are in half an hour, get ready.”

“Brian? You look fucking sexy in that.”

“I look fucking sexy out of it, too.”

*          *          *

The restaurant was a typical steak place that you’d find in a ski town, maybe a cut or two above average. The décor was the usual moose heads on the wall and crossed skis hanging up. The usual fireplace burned in one room. There were old snowshoes behind the bar. The dominant costumes consisted of either Ralph Lauren sweaters or flannel. Brian snidely commented that the munchers would be in hog heaven.

After paying the check, Brian suggested that they might be able to find a place for dancing but Justin seemed anxious to get back to their room. In all honesty, Brian was just as happy to go along. He wouldn’t admit it, but it had been a long day and he was looking forward to another round together in that big old four-poster and then a good night’s sleep.

Walking outside they saw that the snow predicted earlier had begun while they were eating and a couple of inches had fallen. Not a big deal, the rental had four wheel drive and it was only a couple of miles back.

They got in and started back to the Inn. They’d be in inside of ten minutes, tops.

“Hey Bri?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know if I told you, but I’ve never been this happy, ever.” He put his hand on Brian’s right thigh and rubbed gently. “I wanted you to know that. I really love you.”

Brian glanced over to Justin’s face. “I love you, too, Justin.” Taking his right hand off the wheel for a second, he squeezed the hand on his leg.

The glance away was why he didn’t see the poorly marked turn on the dark, winding mountain road.

Brian hit the brakes, but they were going too fast and the ice under the snow allowed no purchase. They left the road out of control, hitting the tree with full force.