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It had been a long day-a long week, in fact. I'd made it all the way through the winding, icy drive out of the city, and even managed to eat a hearty dinner without my face falling into my plate. Now I had just enough strength left to collapse on the sofa in front of the stone fireplace. The hardwood fire was burning well, which was a good thing, because I didn't have the strength to get up and tinker with it.

Jason had declined to join me, retiring to the bath instead-presumably to recover from his day. I figured he deserved to relax in any way he wanted, after fixing us that great dinner. For my part, I had solemnly promised to clean up the kitchen… tomorrow.

By now the roads, even to the nearest tiny town, were probably impassable. We got a storm like this about once a season in the hills of Vermont-the kind that makes you glad you have plenty of firewood and a back-up generator. But we'd made it here and now there would be no interruptions, nothing besides us until we decided to let the world back in.

The landline had been out when I thought to check it, and cell phones never had a signal up here. That didn't bother me. Isolation was part of the charm of the place. For an emergency, there was always the satellite phone. At the cabin we had the best of both worlds-all the comforts and security of the twenty-first century, and all the rustic color and atmosphere of the "good old days."

I must have dozed for a while because, when I opened my eyes, I couldn't hear the water running anymore. There was, however, a rush of warm humidity in the air. I inhaled with pleasure-winter could make things so dry.

Then my "spidey" senses informed me of a presence behind me, a familiar presence, one I'd encountered often, and with pleasure. Bearing gifts, yet. A chilled glass of champagne bubbled beneath my nose. I took a sip from the glass held for me without bothering to move more than absolutely necessary.

"Mmm…" I said appreciatively. "What's the occasion?"

There was a low, soft laugh. "It's Christmas, silly."

Suddenly, I felt more awake. Indeed it was Christmas-and we had the entire long weekend to celebrate-alone. I held still while the champagne flute returned to my lips, and then took another, larger sip. It was the good stuff.

A clever plan was forming in my brain. The plan involved reaching back and grabbing the man with the champagne. It sounded to me like a very good plan, if I could solve the small problem of possible champagne spillage.

To hell with it , I decided-but I wasn't quick enough, and only received a throaty laugh for my exertions. How depressing.

The lamp next to the sofa was quietly extinguished. Before, the room had been bright, now it was lit only by the flickering flames and the eerie phosphorescence of falling snow.

I smiled. The snowy scene outside the windows was beautiful-enough to justify wasting precious heat by leaving the drapes open. In a moment, the view was improved considerably by the addition of the silhouette of a man wearing what looked like a dressing gown over pajama pants, now standing between me and the light from the fireplace.

As I watched, he walked toward me-his barefoot steps almost silent. Not for the first time in our association, I found myself thinking that he moved like a dancer-balanced and graceful. I enjoyed the slow advance, his outline backlit by the orange light from the flames-as though the fire caressed him with its heat, almost becoming a part of him.

He stopped before me-almost close enough to touch. The sight of his familiar lithe body drew me as it always did-his short spikes of blond hair gilded by the firelight. I stared until my eyes were full of him, then-unable to resist-I reached out with both hands.

He stepped forward and I discovered that his thighs were clothed in satin-slippery, sensuous… irresistible. I rubbed my palms down his legs to the knees, then back up until they disappeared under the terry cloth of his robe. Above his waist the satin ended, and I felt only warm, smooth skin.

"Andy," he sighed.

I smiled as my hands moved back down over the luxurious fabric, thumbs pressing in a little to feel the blades of his hipbones under taut flesh. I loved his voice, especially when he said my name. I spread my fingers, rubbing as much of his thighs as I could at once-all the way down until my hands caressed his calves, then around behind him and up. When each palm had encompassed one smooth, round cheek, I pulled him closer-wanting to feel the shiny softness of satin against my face.

The rough terry robe was a barrier I was impatient to surmount. Not wanting to move my hands, which were busy enjoying the textures of his satin-covered ass, I used my teeth to untie the loose belt. When that was quickly done, the robe opened and I was free to rub my face against the cool slickness of satin and the warm velvet of his sweet belly.

He moaned and leaned even closer, resting his hands on my shoulders for balance.

The delicious feel of the fabric, and what it covered, was on my lips, teasing and tantalizing me with sensations that were almost electric. I nibbled at the drawstring waist of the pants, and felt with my tongue for a taste of the skin above it, rewarded by another sigh from my partner.

My jeans were now much tighter than before, and there was a most pleasant tingling sensation in my lower belly. I smiled against the satin, enjoying the scent of newly washed male and the feel of the hard column that was free and rising under the loose pants. Thoughtfully, I used my tongue to caress the satin-covered length of my lover's sex.

A thin drawstring bow tickled my cheek. I grasped one end in my teeth and pulled, feeling its satisfying release. Again, I licked his silky-smooth hardness, leaving some of my saliva behind to mix with the wetness I found near the tip.

With another moan and a shiver, he collapsed against me, my hands on his butt all that held him up. I allowed myself to fall back on the couch then, bringing him with me, 'til his weight pressed against me full length. His mouth found mine-warm and wet and welcoming. He sucked my tongue in deeply, then ran his own tongue along my lips until I growled and bit the tender flesh more gently than I wanted to. He drew back and grinned at me-his eyes reflecting the fire's sudden flare. For him, I fought to maintain control, finally managing to smile back into that loving, trusting face.

I grasped his hips, grinding my own against him. It never seemed to matter how often we made love; he aroused me as no other ever had. Yet he never took advantage, never teased or denied me. My heart swelled with the love I felt for him, my angel.

For me, the point of no return had passed some while back and he seemed to know that I wanted and needed him soon. He sat up, straddling my thighs, and carefully unfastened my too-tight jeans, sliding the zipper down with an agonizing slowness. Finally, I felt my cock spring free, and then the warmth of a single delicate kiss, placed on the very tip. I groaned with wanting him.

Slowly, sure I was watching, he peeled back the terrycloth robe-first removing a tube of lubricant from the pocket and then holding it up like a trophy, which made me smile, in spite of myself. He leaned forward while I reached down to lower the loosened satin pants below his ass.

Slowly, watching my face, he spread a bit of lube on my throbbing shaft. The sensation was almost beyond my bearing.

Then he shifted position, his weight on his knees, above me. Slowly and tantalizingly he lowered his hips, hesitating as my cockhead touched his entrance, then opening to me, accepting me into himself. I held my breath, seeking control while my body made other demands.

When my cock was completely enveloped in his hot tightness he leaned back, giving me a perfect view of his torso, gilded by firelight-his open mouth and closed eyes showing the pleasure he felt with me inside him. Slowly he lifted himself and, when he got too far away, I took his hips in both my hands and let the beast that filled me drive my steel hardness into him again and again.

For long minutes, the room echoed his cries and my own-until there was nothing left but wave after wave of delicious sensation, and the heat of his come on my chest.

I let go with one hand, breath still coming fast as he sighed above me. I used my fingers to bring the delicious, salty stuff to my mouth-enjoying the taste uniquely Jason. I raised my head and shoulders to lick the last drops from the tip of his softening sex.

He squirmed on top of me, disengaging slowly, and then lowering his mouth to mine for a kiss that was far more gentle than the last one. His lips lingered on mine, touching, teasing, tasting himself in my mouth. I rubbed his bare shoulders and finely muscled arms, the back of his neck and his sweet ears. All, for the moment, mine-as all of me belonged to him.

The room seemed darker-I could no longer pick out his features. The fire was, at last, dying-having spent itself entirely. I smiled. We'd build up it again tomorrow.

Slowly I sat up, turning him with me until he sat across my thighs. The pajama pants were a lost cause, and I helped him shed them quickly. Slipping one arm under his knees, the other around his shoulders I stood up, his arms going 'round my neck with a delighted giggle. My forgotten jeans hobbled my feet, but stepping out of them was but the work of seconds.

I noted that the snow still fell… wonderful that tomorrow was not a workday. The room was truly dark now and chilling fast, but I needed no light to find my way up the familiar stairs to the hide-away of our bedroom.

I put him down on his feet reluctantly, then followed him into the bathroom, standing close to him, one arm around his waist, as we pissed together, illuminated by the nightlight. He looked toward the shower, questioningly, but I shook my head. I liked the way he smelled, and settled the wordless discussion by scooping him up again while he buried his face in my neck. I didn't put him down until we both were safely on the bed.

Its mounds of down-filled coverlets were welcoming, and soon warmed by the heat of our bodies, pressed together as closely as possible. I wrapped him in my arms for now, knowing that somewhere in the night we would turn, and that perhaps I would wake up to find my body cradled by his.

Sleepily, I wondered what had happened to the rest of the champagne. But I didn't wonder for long.

Somewhere around three a.m. Jezebel, the feline terrorist, decided to use my butt for a scratching post. She only did that when she had something very important to discuss with me-like a fervent and uncontrollable desire for more canned tuna.

We had an agreement, she and I-and she stuck to it very well. She was never, and I mean never to scratch or in any other way interfere with Jason. I, in turn, was fair game-any and all hours of the day or night. We'd had this man to cat discussion a year ago, when Jason moved in with me, and we had remained faithful to it ever since.

Of course, it was possible that she just liked Jason better than me. If true, I couldn't blame her.

I yawned. It was also possible that I had forgotten to refill her bowl with kitty crunchies last night-when my mind had been far from all things cat.

I made sure Jason's shoulder was well covered, patting it softly before I left him. I found my robe and slippers, and then trekked downstairs by snowlight alone.

Jezebel's bowl was indeed empty and I dutifully, if belatedly, took care of it. The cat was nowhere around now-having got her message across and knowing better than to expect canned food to be delivered in the wee hours.

As viewed from the kitchen window, there was quite a lot of snow, maybe a foot or more, drifted in spots to heights of several feet. Good thing the larder was well stocked. I found the painstakingly re-stoppered champagne bottle in the fridge. I contemplated opening it and having a swig, right from the bottle. Nah, I decided…too gauche. I smiled. What I really wanted was to be drinking it with Jay.

My mind abruptly changed gears… yes, and Jay was upstairs sleeping-alone-on a snowy, frozen night, more possibly a Christmas Eve morning. That, I decided, was just plain wrong.

Climbing the stairs was nothing, shedding my robe and slippers less than nothing. Easing my chilled body into the bed without touching Jay was more difficult. Even though I wanted him awake, I didn't want to wake him that way. Warmth rolled off him in waves and it wasn't long before my body soaked up enough to stop my shivering.

He was curled like a puppy in a basket, his knees drawn up, fists held close against his mouth. He always slept that way unless I was there to hold him or be held.

Regarding the man I loved, I thought about the little box I'd left tucked in the glove compartment of the truck. There were other presents-lots of them-colorfully wrapped and waiting by the fireplace, but this one was special. Would he like it? Would he accept it? More to the point, would he accept the man who offered it? I could only hope.

I eased myself closer, making no sudden moves. It was too dark to see his face, but I knew what I would see-if I could-and my memory filled it in. Straight nose, arching brows, high forehead, I traced each of them with one finger, going on to pointed chin and narrow, serious lips. I stroked those lips, very lightly, thinking how they always yielded me their sweetness, no matter how hard he tried to purse them into mock severity.

He murmured drowsily, unbending a little. "Andy?"

I smiled. "It's just me, the big bad wolf… you were expecting maybe a different man in your bed?"

He reached out with perfect aim, grabbing me by both my ears, and shook me a little.

"Idiot," he said fondly, making my heart speed up, just a bit. I dared to move closer, kissing him on the tip of his nose. He let go my ears and pulled me closer still, with one warm hand on the back of my neck. I found his lips without any trouble and kissed them thoroughly, playing with them, nibbling and licking.

He suddenly caught my lower lip in his teeth, then ran his tongue back and forth across it, making me squirm. He knew that anything he did with my lips was sure to drive me wild. Well, two could play at that.

I pulled away gently, not losing too much skin in the process, then moved to kiss the side of his neck, taking little blunt bites every so often. He liked that, but not quite enough to suit me. I kept working my way down, until my head was almost completely under the comforter, and my mouth had reached his nipple.

I tasted it, first the right one and then the left, feeling him gasp with each touch, especially when I added little bites now and then. I lay my head down, one ear pressed to his chest. His heart was beating strongly, a reassuring sound, and-if I'm any judge-it was a little faster than it had been the moment before. It felt good just to be lying there, especially when he started running his fingers through my hair-little petting movements that extended to my ears and down over my neck and shoulders.

Lifting my head, I found his nipple again, now firm and slightly swollen, and worked it with my tongue and teeth so it wouldn't feel neglected, until he was whimpering and clenching his fingers in my hair. Then I slid my hand down over his belly to his navel, first studying its resilient roundness and then following the furry trail below 'til I found an even thicker patch of softly curling hair. I ran a lightly teasing finger through those curls until my lover lifted his hips protestingly. Only then did I caress his heated, hardened cock with my hand, running my thumb softly over the silken, moist tip.

He moaned, and my own sex throbbed in answer. I reached down to cup his balls, then stroke his sensitive inner thighs. He spread his legs apart obligingly, and I slipped a saliva-moistened finger inside him. He pushed up, wanting more, making me catch my breath. I replaced one finger with two, and then three, as he pressed hard against my hand. He was ready. Around Jason I was always ready.

I snaked an arm out into the chilled darkness of the room, finding a tube of lubricant in the bedside drawer. My dark-adjusted eyes picked out faint stars beyond the window… the snowstorm was over.

The demanding storm inside me was raging still. I raised up enough to kiss him deeply, his arms tight around me, then turned him away from me, kissing the back of his neck and the tops of his shoulders.

I was obviously taking too long, because he reached around to pull me closer, pressing his hips back 'til my hard cock rested in the crack of his firm ass. His breathing was fast-almost as fast as mine.

With a dab of lube on my cock and a little more on his entrance, I put one arm 'round his chest and used the other to position myself against him. All of a sudden, he pushed back hard, and I was inside him, balls deep. From far away I heard the groan torn out of my throat.

I tightened my hold on him, gliding in and out in a rhythm that we made together. He was so very hot inside, so tight and good. Being with him was the rightest thing in my world.

I wanted it to last forever, but he moaned with each inward thrust, and I couldn't stop.

His ring contracted around me as he came, gasping, and I let myself go, calling his name as my orgasm ripped through me. I held him, tight, tighter, tightest, against my chest-feeling my heart slamming against my ribs as though determined to escape-to meet with his heart perhaps, beating equally fast.

I groaned again, feeling the aftershocks of release jolt through me. Once more, I kissed the back of his neck, hearing a murmured "I love you" from my partner and best friend.

This was my favorite thing about weekends, holiday or not. Though Jay might not mind too much if I woke him for sex in the middle of any night, I always felt guilty when I saw how tired he looked, next morning. Tomorrow he could sleep in as long as he wanted.

We were almost asleep again, the best part of me still inside him, when I felt the bed shift with the small weight of the charming Jezebel. I was vaguely aware when she twisted her body into a tight ball under the corner of one blanket and purred near our feet. Then all three of us slept.

I've always been an early riser - never needed much sleep at all, in fact, but the sun was high before I opened my eyes next morning.

Sitting up, the brightness on the fresh snowdrifts outside made me squint-Christmas Eve snow for the perfect white Christmas.

Calico Jezebel bathed her nether areas diligently at the foot of the bed, while Jason slept on, his head tucked under a pillow where the light couldn't reach.

He looked so innocent when he slept, so beautiful, so desirable… but I was strong, not touching him as I wanted to, just sliding quietly out from under the covers to visit the bathroom.

The mirror showed me the same unremarkable face as always. Maybe a couple more grey hairs since the last time I checked. Brown eyes, dark brown hair, beaky nose. Until Jay I'd always had a buzz cut, but he liked my hair longer and I didn't mind, too much. Who was I kidding-I'd probably go for dreadlocks if it made him happy.

I ran a hand over my chin. There was plenty of dark stubble, but sometimes I didn't shave at all on the weekends, even if we stayed in town. I settled for washing my hands and face before pulling on a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

I enjoyed the crisp air of winter, up to a point, but clear skies had driven the temperature even lower, and I had to reset the house thermostat before icicles formed on my nose. I heard reassuring clicks from the furnace as I contemplated a kitchen full of the dirty dishes I had promised to be responsible for. Jay was a great cook, but he just wasn't-well-neat.

Shrugging philosophically, I loaded the dishwasher and swabbed the counters and table and even opened a can of kitty tuna for the (mostly) politely inquisitive Jezebel. I was raised in a military family and neatness was sort of a bad habit with me. I couldn't stand for too much to be out of place, or at least not for too long. Some kinds of training stay with you.

By the time everything was shipshape and the house had warmed above freezing, I was seriously considering breakfast. In fact, from the noises it made, my stomach was about to crawl out and cook something for itself.

I poured myself a glass of orange juice and drank it in one gulp. That raised my blood sugar level a little, but there was still a decided emptiness between my breastbone and navel.

The refrigerator held a delightful range of possibilities. Eggs? Of course. With cheese? Why not? And coffee certainly, my favorite Kona blend from Hawaii-with tea for Jason-and lots more orange juice, made classy by the addition of the leftover champagne. I smiled.

Onions, garlic and potatoes from the pantry made their own suggestions. There was even a bit of broccoli left over from last night's dinner that would fit in someplace.

I hummed to myself, chopping onions and garlic with a candle lit nearby to avoid the tears caused by their volatile oils-a trick I learned from a brief liaison with a professional chef. One of the tricks I learned, anyway.

I filled the big skillet with the garlic and onions, then the potatoes and broccoli florets. While they were cooking, I beat the eggs, grated the cheese and brought out the largest serving tray. When the veggies were tender, I poured in the egg and cheese mixture. A few stirs and breakfast was ready. I didn't bother with toast; just put two plates heaped with my signature skillet concoction, along with the coffee, tea and a pitcher of mimosas on the tray. Glasses, forks, spoons, cloth napkins… voila!

I happened to glance into the living room on my way toward the stairs… and almost dropped the tray. There, on the table under the window, was a perfect miniature pine tree, maybe four feet high, all our presents arranged carefully beneath it… all but one, that is. That rascal… Jay must have gone out early to cut the tree, then come back to bed after. I grinned.

I had hoped Jason would still be asleep, but I heard the toilet flush as I climbed the stairs. He smiled when he saw the laden tray. "Hi, I'm starving." He sniffed. "Yum, your specialty."

I smiled back. "Merry Christmas Eve, lover." His longish, dark blond hair was still sleep-tousled and he was wearing a short white dressing gown, this time without pajama pants, and it only took a little imagination on my part to decide there was nothing underneath it. But… it was time to eat.

I shooed Jay back into our bed, propping him up with several pillows. Then I balanced the tray in the middle and got in next to it, fielding an attempt by Jezebel to sample my cooking-or maybe just the cream pitcher. The furnace had warmed the upstairs quite nicely, but since Jay left his robe on, I supposed dressing for breakfast was in order.

The food was good, if I do say so myself-and Jay didn't seem to have a problem finishing his portion, either. Exercise will do that for you.

"When did you cut the tree?" I asked casually, pouring myself one more cup of coffee.

Jay grinned shyly. "I hoped you wouldn't see it yet. I did leave the decorating for us to do together."

"Sneaky way of keeping me from cutting that ten-footer I had my eye on," I said.

He blushed, a trait I found endearing. "Well… we don't need a big tree, not for just the two of us."

"You're right," I agreed. "Sometimes I get carried away."

"Sometimes?" he inquired, one eyebrow raised.

I laughed. We lay back, my arm around his shoulders, and talked about the plans we'd made to ski into town on Christmas Day. I felt good, no longer hungry, and with a whole three days to spend alone with Jay. I ran off at the mouth-something I tend to do when I'm relaxed and happy. I didn't notice that Jay had stopped contributing to the conversation until I finally shut up for a minute.

"Andy," Jay's voice was soft, his breath warm on my neck, "why do you love me so much?"

It took a minute for his words to register. Then I tilted his face up to mine. His eyes were so lovely, blue as the summer sky, but now they shone with an extra light, the kind that suggested there might be a tear behind them.

It wasn't the first time he'd asked me, and I knew he didn't like my usual answers: because you're wonderful; because you're smart and gorgeous; because you're fun and sexy-so I put some thought into it, just rubbing my hand across his back while he waited, patiently, one arm across my chest.

And it came to me-one of the deepest reasons-underlying all the other, equally true ones. I cupped his cheek in my palm. His eyes were still a little sad, which hurt me, tough old soldier that I am. Then I told him, speaking slowly and carefully.

"I love you because I love the person I am when I'm with you." I watched to make sure he was hearing me. "You bring out the best in me, Jay, and I love you for it."

I'd had to do some fast-talking just to get Jay to move in with me. The landlord had raised the rent on his apartment to where he couldn't easily afford it and his mother wanted Jay to move back in with her. We'd been dating for several months, and I was definitely hooked. I had a feeling that if he lived with his mom again there would be serious problems in us seeing each other. That had seemed the perfect time to ask him, and-after keeping me guessing for more than a week-he said yes.

Jason's financial situation had improved rapidly in the last few months. I liked to think that maybe living with me had given him the space and peace of mind to create. Though the little computer software company he'd started with a couple of like-minded buddies kept nominal nine-to-five, Monday through Friday hours, I knew that a lot of the real work he did happened at home, in his head, and only later found it's way onto his laptop.

I knew just how lucky I was to have Jay, and I wanted him to know it, too. I never wanted to take him for granted, or make him feel less than totally loved. I didn't get along with just everyone, let alone find in them someone whose company I enjoyed, whose likes and dislikes were compatible with mine-someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Jay was all that and more-my one and only.

Then Jay's eyes filled with tears and I had a sudden, terrible thought, one that made my throat hurt, and the food in my stomach feel like a lump of lead. I couldn't stand it; I had to say something more-try to find out the truth before I could let myself think any further.

"Jay, you haven't changed your mind, you don't want to break…" I gulped and tried again. "You still want to be with me… don't you?" My heart was thumping unevenly. My arm was still around him, and I had to stop myself from clutching him to me too tightly. Things had been so good between us. I sometimes wondered if I was dreaming. Had it all been no more than a dream?

Jay sat up suddenly, his eyes spilling wetness onto my chest. "Oh, Andy," he sobbed, looking down at me, his lower lip trembling as he tried to control himself. "Of course I want to be with you! It's just that, sometimes, I feel so worthless. I can't understand how someone like you can want someone like me."

I took hold of his shoulders and shook him, the fear I still felt trying to turn into anger-but not at Jay, never at Jay-at whoever or whatever had made him feel this way about himself.

He didn't cry often, but I knew he'd had a miserable, lonely childhood, and his mother was no prize package. That sweet, feeble little old lady act didn't work on me. Her selfishness and attempts at manipulation were all too obvious. I would have been happier if Jay never saw her at all, but he seemed to feel it was his duty to visit her at least once a month. So I went along with him, and smiled and pretended to drink her watery, too-sweet tea. And I never told Jay what I thought. If he was generous enough to overlook all my faults, how could he not do the same for his own mother?

I swallowed, breathing hard. "Now look-I don't ever want you to talk that way again. You are the best, the most perfect person I've ever met… and I love you. Do you understand me?" My hands, on his shoulders, were trembling. I pulled him down on top of me, until his tears bathed my neck and I could feel him nodding in agreement.

I wasn't sure if his mother thought we were anything more than housemates and I couldn't have cared less for her acceptance, or the lack of it. Except, of course, in reference to how Jay might feel about it.

His dad was long gone-dead from a heart attack when Jay was just an eight-year-old kid. Guess I owed the old lady some credit for raising him on her own. All this time and she'd never remarried. I shook my head. Who'd have her?

It was just good luck that she'd decided to spend this year's holidays with her sister in Florida, or Jason would have had to spend at least one evening with her rather than coming here with me.

A long time later, I felt a soft paw against my arm. Jezebel's green eyes looked into mine inquiringly from a distance of about three inches. I still held Jay's quiet body against my chest.

Jezebel was a funny cat… funny peculiar. If I hadn't known better I would have thought she was worried about us, about Jay, anyway.

He turned his head, looking at the cat, and smiled. I was glad he could smile, even if it wasn't at me. She seemed satisfied and wandered away on an errand of her own. I took a deep breath and kissed his soft blond hair. "Jay, honey… you okay?"

Without answering in words he lifted his head and kissed me, so hard that my lips bruised against my teeth until I tasted blood, not sure if it was his or my own. His tongue forced its way into my mouth like a ravishing army, his urgency kindling a sudden and unexpected heat in my guts. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, delivering a sharp bite, and desire washed through me in a flood. Then he moved his mouth down my jaw line to my neck, stopping to suck heat to the surface of my skin so hard I knew the spot would be a bruise tomorrow.

But I couldn't seem to care about such things just now-with all my blood rushing rapidly southward. I moaned as he pulled my T-shirt up and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder and ending with another sudden bite. But the little jolt of pain only made my balls tighten and my cock jerk in sympathy. By the time he moved to the other nipple, I had closed my eyes, lost in the feelings he awakened in me.

He bit and licked his way down my chest and belly now with an agonizing slowness. But every time I used my hands to try to direct or hurry him he pushed them away. This was his show-I was completely under his control-and knowing that excited me beyond belief.

He took his time, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down and off way too slowly. By the time his mouth neared my groin I was panting, my cock so hard it hurt.

I felt his hands, rubbing, then lightly pinching the sensitive insides of my thighs. Without thinking, I spread my legs farther apart to feel him take the skin of my balls in his teeth, growling now, low in his throat, like an untamed beast. A touch of fear went through me-who was this stranger? But it didn't seem to matter. I was moaning now, desperate, and all I wanted, all I needed was the release only he could give me.

"Please, baby," I groaned, as he pushed my knees to my chest, using his tongue and fingers to stimulate the sensitive skin between my balls and asshole. I jerked and whimpered at the teasing touches and, when I thought I couldn't stand it any more, he forced his tongue inside me.

"Oh God, Jay," I gasped. "Yes, yes, do it!" It felt so good, the pressure in my balls nearing the bursting point.

He must have known, because he stopped then and sat up, throwing his robe aside and rolling me onto my belly with a sudden show of the strength he so often denied. He nipped a buttock, hard enough to make me yelp in surprise, but the pain only added to my excitement.

I felt him looming over me. The tip of his shaft pressed hard against my ring, and then thrust in fully with no more lubrication than spit and the pre-come that slicked its head. The indescribable mixture of pleasure and pain tore a cry from my throat.

"Jay! Oh God, yes… Jay! Fuck me baby. Don't stop. Please, don't stop!" I couldn't help myself, the frantic words just spilled out. He thrust himself into me again and again, each movement causing new jolts of electricity inside me, hitting that sweet spot that built the pressure higher with each stroke. Sweat bathed my body and dripped onto my back from his chest. My cock, crushed against the sheets, throbbed painfully with each thunderous beat of my heart. I knew I couldn't take much more.

Whimpering and wordless now, I felt all the tingling sensations in my body moving inward, gathering, coalescing at my center until at last they exploded outward with Roman candle brilliance as I came and came and came. From a long way away I heard Jay's wild cry as he spent himself inside me.

I drew in a deep, shuddering breath, feeling Jay's weight, as he collapsed bonelessly on top of me. I tried to move, but all my strength seemed gone. After a while, the best I could do was to ease myself out from under him until we lay side by side on the rumpled and stained sheets. I wanted to take him in my arms, to calm the shivers I saw still passing through his body. But I couldn't seem to do more than tremble and breathe.

At last I reached out, smoothing Jay's damp hair away from his face. I kissed his forehead, tasting salt, and then his closed eyelids, nose, and finally the bruised and swollen lips. Was he okay? All that emotion and energy had to come from somewhere. What was going on in his mind?

The golden lashes fluttered and warm blue eyes smiled into mine. As I held my breath, he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, "Was it good for you, too?"

I just looked at him for a minute, unable to believe my ears, then I started to laugh. Jay joined in, and it went on for quite a while.

Outside, the afternoon shadows were lengthening. With disbelief I heard my stomach growl. I wiped laughter's tears from my eyes with the back of my hand, then sat up and held it out to Jay. "C'mon, stud-it's time we took a shower. Then you can make me dinner."

I raised my eyes from my plate to glance across the table. Jason seemed intent on cutting a bite from the coq au vin he'd conjured up in record time and with relatively little mess. Of course, I had helped… mostly by staying out of his way.

There were red cloth napkins on our laps, and a single white candle in a holly-bedecked holder burned between us. We'd taken the time to decorate the little tree, and I could see the reflection of it's cheerfully twinkling lights through the kitchen doorway.

The necessary housework was done as well-fresh linens on the bed and stuff going round and round in washer and dryer. As always, the food was superb. I knew that Jay had thought of becoming a chef at one time-it was his mother's dream for him. But a gift for numbers and a flair for writing workable code had led him to finish college with a degree in computer science. He'd struggled financially at first, but now after designing only a single, fairly popular computer game, Jay had enough money to live however and wherever he wanted. We split the everyday bills for our townhouse fifty-fifty, because Jay wouldn't have it any other way, but this little place was in my name, I'd owned it outright for years.

Sometimes I wondered what would happen to it and all the other "things" I owned, after I died. Not that I planned to, any time soon, of course. But there was really no one left that I cared about… just Jay. Maybe, if he didn't want what I planned to offer, he'd let me adopt him-after all, he was only twenty-eight. Then I would know that someone else would benefit from all my years of hard work. Not that I was that much older than Jay. Ten years isn't a lot… Okay-I can handle the truth-twelve.

Without an heir, I could just imagine my so-called business partners fighting over my company shares and then pissing the money away on yachts and call girls.

A warm furry body stropped against my calf. I reached down to pat the flat head and scratch behind the pointy little ears. 'Course, I could always just leave everything to Jezebel. That would frost 'em.

I ate a forkful of the excellent rice pilaf.

I had to admit I was still worried about Jay, after the way he'd acted earlier. The crying was not something I was used to seeing from him, and though the sex after had been spectacular, rough sex was not usually Jay's thing, though there had been times when it was mine.

Jay raised his eyes and smiled at me over his wineglass. I never could figure what it was about him that got to me. Maybe it was that smile-impish, but innocent-or those gorgeous blue eyes, or the way he always worried about being what he called "overweight," a matter of maybe five pounds. I had never liked really skinny guys, all angles and sharp corners. Give me someone with a little substance, any day. Most likely it was all of these things that I loved, rolled into one neat little package. I grinned back.

We'd made love three times in the past twenty-four hours, and my backdoor was still sore from the last one, but one smile and I was thinking that way again. For me, Jay was magic.

It was too late in the day for anything but a nice evening in front of the fire, or maybe some popcorn and a DVD replay of A Christmas Carol.

Tomorrow we'd try getting out of the house for the promised trip to town, even if we had to resort to skis or snowmobiles to do it. The sun had done a fair job melting the snow today, and we'd shoveled our way to the garage.

While Jay cleaned up in the kitchen, (I had done most of the shoveling while he cooked) I went upstairs to change clothes. Dinner had been ready and I'd been too hungry to change when I came back inside, but I didn't want to spend the evening in the damp jeans and flannel shirt I'd worn under my parka. I almost wished I'd brought in the little package for Jay to open tonight, but we'd always unwrapped our presents on Christmas morning. It could wait.

There was a fire going when I came back down and I could smell popcorn. The tree was cheerfully blinking and sparkling and Jay was curled up in the loveseat with two cold beers on the table. I sighed, falling into the seat beside him. What else could a man ask for?

The television waited behind the credenza's folded doors, but the fire was much nicer, and Jay was eminently cuddly. I stretched out an arm and he relaxed against me, warm in the fire's embrace as he told me all about his week and the new software ideas he and his geek friends were developing. Sounded like they might give the big boys a run for their money, and they'd have fun doing it. I shared a little about my own week-more of my usual boring business adventures-and Jay listened generously to things he'd heard many times before.

When the popcorn was eaten and the fire burned down, I found I was tired enough to call it a night. The exertions of the day seemed to have caught up with me, and even Jay's lingering goodnight kiss after lights out didn't give me more than a passing notion of staying awake. I gave a single thought to the presents we'd open in the morning-especially the small one he hadn't seen-then I snuggled next to Jay's warm back with every intention of tomorrow being another day.

I hadn't mentioned Jay's earlier tears during our evening, but now, in the dark, the concern intruded on my consciousness and I found I couldn't sleep for thinking about it. Maybe I should have asked him earlier, when the incident occurred but, in my own defense, he had done a pretty good job of distracting me at the time.

When Jay shifted position for the third time in five minutes, I decided that maybe he couldn't sleep either.

I rolled over and switched on the lamp to its lowest setting, softly illuminating the wide expanse of white comforters, as well as Jay and the cat-both blinking at me.

Jay's expression of surprise quickly became a smile, while Jezebel-her dilated pupils closing down to mere slits-looked offended, as only a cat can, jumped down and walked away with her tail in the air.

I smiled back at Jay, wondering just how to put it. Oh, well. "Sweetheart, what were you so upset about earlier? Do you want to talk about it?"

Jay looked away for a second, then sighed. "Mother called me the afternoon before we left."

I felt like sighing myself. With the landline being out, I had thought we might be free of her input this weekend, but it looked as though she'd gotten her barbs in early.

Jay turned his back to me, pressing in as close as he could, grabbing one of my arms and wrapping it around him as though he was cold. "She was going on about things like she always does, asking how much money I was making and why I didn't get a real job and when I was going to find a girl and settle down. For some reason I decided it was time to be honest. I just came out and told her about us and, and… she started yelling. She wouldn't stop, no matter what I said-she called me every awful name I've ever heard."

I tensed-that bitch!

"Then she tried to blame it all on you, Andy. She said you must have perverted me. That's when I got angry."

I hugged him tighter-my brave guy. I knew it cost him a lot to stand up to his mother.

"I told her I'd always been this way-that you'd had nothing to do with it, and then-" He swallowed and went on, "She said she didn't believe me and reminded me about the girlfriend I had in college, before you and I met."

Jason had told me about Grace. She'd been his first and only affair with a woman, his try at the straight life. They'd only been together a few months and then Jay had broken it off.

God knew I'd been with my share of women over the years, trying to act "normal." Trouble was, it didn't change how you felt inside.

"I know I hurt Grace when I broke up with her. And mother said how she'd hoped I'd marry a girl like Grace some day and give her grandchildren and now I never would…because I was a dirty pervert like you. She said she didn't know if she ever wanted to hear from me again, and then she hung up." He sighed. "But I have a feeling she'll call back after the holidays. She always does."

My blood was boiling by now-what great things to say to your own son.

Jay squirmed in my arms until he could see my face. "You don't think I'm a bad person-for sleeping with Grace but not loving her, I mean?"

I smiled a little. Was that what worried him most? I had never been that innocent.

"Jay," I said, "I've slept with a lot of people, some of them women, and the only one I've ever loved is you."

He laughed then, just one small burst of sound. I wasn't sure if he believed me or just thought I was trying to make him feel better. Then, "I love you too, Andy. I don't know what I'd do without you."

I squeezed him. "Even if your mother doesn't approve?"

He studied me, his eyes so serious now. "Andy, I think I'm beginning to figure out what's really important in life. I shouldn't need my mother's approval to be the person I am, or to love the person that's right for me."

I could feel a huge grin stretch my face. Maybe Jay would like my special present after all. Part of me wanted to jump out of bed and run through the snow naked to fetch the little box, but it was late, and I thought maybe I could go to sleep now, with my mind at rest and Jay's body warm and relaxed against me.

He loved me. Morning would be soon enough to find out how much.

My muscles ached pleasantly from shoveling the heavy, wet snow and from other things as well. I think I was dozing when Jay sat up.

The lamp still burned-I had forgotten to turn it off-so I could see Jay's face as he moved closer to press his lips against mine. A warm glow spread from that joining, flowing like heated honey throughout my body.

The smooth muscles of his back felt good under my hands. Slowly I explored every part of him, feeling no urgency, only a loving tenderness. Jay rubbed my neck and shoulders as our tongues probed and touched. I combed my fingers through his silken hair, the sensuous feel of the golden strands capturing me as always.

Our bodies pressed closer-magnets drawn together by an unseen but powerful force. Softly and slowly his thumb caressed my nipple, the movements so light I wondered if I imagined the sweet sensations. I let my hand explore his chest, feeling the toned muscles beneath the soft, downy skin and the small delicate nipples hardening under my fingers.

His tongue circled my lips and I felt my internal temperature rise. His breath was warm on my face and I could feel his cock pressing against my leg. I moved my hips a little, until my erection rubbed against his. He sighed.

Delicious energy flowed between us-so strong I felt I could almost read his mind. Tongue on tongue began a circuit that was completed when his fingers wrapped around my hard shaft, even as my hand circled his. We stroked each other's centers, stopping now and then to study with thumb and fingers the wet silk texture of the tips, the incredible sensitivity making us gasp, but always returning to that wonderful rhythm of mutual need and touch.

I closed my eyes as our bodies moved together slowly, almost lazily, tongues continuing their liquid dance. Our breaths came faster even as time lost all meaning. I heard his quiet moans and my own from far away. A sweet pressure built inside me. Then all at once, ten thousand tiny shivers coursed through me as Jay came in a warm gush over my fingers and I shuddered and breathed his name.

So perfect.

I rubbed my forehead against his, imagining I felt our souls blend and mesh, becoming one in silent peace.

After a while, we slipped out of bed to visit the bathroom. The house was so quiet, and outside the snow fell again, soft flakes covering everything with a clean white blanket. I stood by the window, one arm around my lover, his head resting on my shoulder. There was nothing that needed saying. I understood the universe perfectly, just then.

Back in bed, Jay's body next to mine, I was asleep when my head touched the pillow.

I don't know if it was the smell of coffee and frying bacon or the sound of Jezebel's purr that woke me, but the cat was on the pillow next to me when I opened my eyes, her paws wrapped around a small purple cloth shape with a piece of yarn straggling from one end.

"Darn cat," Jason said fondly as he entered the room. "She found her catnip mouse and ripped open the package all by herself." He smiled, already dressed in jeans and a blue pullover sweater.

"I never saw a purple mouse before," I said, pulling Jay down to sit beside me.

He laughed. "You'll see a green one too, once she finds her other present."

He let me kiss him once, but then pulled away and stood up. "Come downstairs and eat. Then it's time to open presents." He bounced on his toes a little, like a puppy that was ready to play. I'd known Jason Davis for three Christmases now, and he always lit up when presents were in the offing.

"Okay, babe," I groaned, pushing back the covers and sitting up. "Just give an old man a minute to wake up first."

"Old-hah," he snorted, and disappeared down the stairs.

I dressed in a hurry and had to sneak downstairs quietly and go around the back to get the package out of the truck. Jason didn't seem to notice, but by the time I came back in through the kitchen, I was chilled to the bone. It was cold outside. That didn't matter, though-I had the little box stuffed in my jacket pocket.

He'd set breakfast up on the table in front of the fire, the tree lights lit and twinkling away, even though the sun was shining. I warmed my hands in front of the fire and sat down to bacon, eggs, and homemade waffles with blueberry syrup. The food was great and I was starving, but there was anticipation in the air and I kept stuffing my mouth until my plate was empty. Jay pushed his food aside, half eaten. "I'm full," he said, in a little boy tone. "Can we open presents now?"

We could and did, Jason selecting each one from under the glistening tree, first one for me and then one for him.

"Sweetheart," I exclaimed, holding up a gadget not much bigger than the first joint of my thumb. "How'd you know I wanted a Bluetooth headset?"

He giggled, "You always bitch about the speakerphone, that's how."

Jay cooed over his cashmere sweater and I really liked the silver and turquoise cufflinks he'd bought me-the same exact shade of blue as his eyes. By the time Jezebel showed up to help unwrap her box of kitty treats, we each had a big pile of gifts at our feet. I admired a new silk tie and Jay asked for help fastening the titanium ID bracelet he'd drooled over at the store in the mall.

Finally, we both leaned back against the couch. "Wow," he sighed, "what a great Christmas."

"Uh-" I said, "it isn't quite over yet."

Jay looked at me questioningly. "I know-we've got the rest of the weekend to celebrate."

"Yeah, and one more present left to open." I went over to my jacket and pulled out the little box. It was shiny and black with only a silver ribbon to hold it closed. I put it in Jay's hand. "Open it."

His eyes widened and he stared at the box without moving. "Andy…?"

I sat down next to him; all of a sudden my knees were a little weak. "Just open it, okay?"

He pulled off the ribbon and then flipped up the top of the box. Side by side, the two white-gold bands shone brightly.

Slowly I slipped to one knee beside him. "Jay," I said, looking up into surprised blue eyes. "Will you marry me?"

Jay's eyes again filled with tears, but this time he smiled too. "Andy… you really want to marry me?"

I smiled up at him, blinking furiously-one set of tears was enough. "Very much," I said, "if you'll have me."

Jay slipped down to kneel next to me, the ring box clutched in one hand. With the other, he cupped my unshaven cheek. "Andy Archer, I love you so much-of course I'll marry you." And he kissed me-soft and gentle and sweet and hot. I put both arms around him and pulled him in, kissing him back with enthusiasm until we were both panting.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed him back a little, then grinned. "Baby, I'd like nothing better than to take you right back upstairs, but we have an appointment in town I don't want to miss. Get your snow gear on!"

He giggled. "Can't it wait?"

"Nope," I said, shoving him toward the mud room. "I want to marry you before you have a chance to change your mind."

"Today?!"

"You bet your sweet little ass. Come on!"

We chose skis, though the four-wheel drive probably would have made it. Exercise in the cold, bright sunshine felt good. The woods were filled with trails, some made by deer and other animal residents, and a few marked by hikers and the unwelcome folk who thought that tearing around on snowmobiles was a sport. I wasn't worried about losing our way-town was only a mile or so from the house, as the crow flies-and I'd learned in the past to trust my inborn sense of direction almost as much as the compass in my pack.

The thick trees were mainly pine and birch, towering above the snowy forest floor. From time to time a small avalanche of snow fell around us-or on us-but we were warm in parkas and boots. We were both in good shape, and knew and liked cross-country skiing. It was fun. Jay laughed a lot and pointed out every bird and squirrel he saw. I showed him signs along our path-like the fox tracks in the snow and the tree where a black bear had scratched his back, leaving a bit of coarse dark fur behind.

The sun was warming the boulders in a little clearing when we stopped to drink from our thermos. It was pleasant enough to remove our gloves and hats, at least for the moment. Maneuvering next to Jay, I handed him a cup of hot, sweet tea, made just the way he liked it. I didn't mind tea for now. I'd get some coffee when we got to town.

Taking the cup, Jay wrapped his fingers around my hand as well, looking up at me with a teasing smile. Like telepathy, I knew what he was thinking-we'd been alone in the woods before. Surrounded by the natural world and the beings that belonged there, what better time to explore the most natural feelings of all. I laughed to myself-and it would be the last time to enjoy ourselves before we became married men.

I helped him guide the cup to his mouth, then took a sip myself without looking away from his face. His eyes darkened as I tossed away the rest of the tea and put the cup down on a snow free rock.

Our ski bindings released with a touch, just like they were supposed to, and I leaned the skis safely against the crotch of a tree, my boots sinking now into the soft snow.

His lips, pink from the cold, stretched in a smile. All at once the sun seemed brighter and the woods even warmer. I pulled him to me, both of us bulky in our layers. His kiss was soft and warm and sweet. When his tongue found mine, I sucked it in, biting gently.

"Now?" he asked.

I took a moment to run my hand over the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Right now."

The cold didn't worry me-nothing did. The sun had climbed higher and its light touched the tops of the taller trees. I unzipped my parka and used my teeth to tug off a mitten, then slipped a hand under his sweater. He gasped at the tiny draft of cold air, then moaned.

I unzipped Jay's parka and cuddled in close to him, sweater covered chests together, kissing and nipping his lips and neck. His arms held me tight and he returned my kisses with enthusiasm. I could have gone on kissing him forever, but the sun was reminding me we had an appointment to keep. I pushed Jay's sweater up and carefully unbuttoned his jeans, then unfastened my pants.

He turned to the nearest tree trunk, embraced it, and moved his legs apart. I took a small tube from my pocket and quickly applied some lube to his hole, gently massaging for a moment, then slipping a finger inside. I moved closer, my parka closing around us as my hot shaft slid along his crack.

I was quivering-with anticipation, not cold. I positioned myself, then grasped his hips and pushed in hard. Whimpering, he pushed back until, with a groan, I entered him fully.

And that was all I knew, for a while. I moved out a little, then back in, my cockhead rubbing his sweet spot with each stroke and wringing a little cry from his throat. The energy between us built quickly. All too soon he cried out my name. I felt my balls draw up and suddenly filled him with my seed.

I turned Jay toward me and kissed him, tenderly and soft. Then we laughed, looking down at the rumpled state of our clothing. He fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and used it to clean us both, then rolled it into an untidy ball. His eyes dancing mischievously, he held the cloth to his nose and inhaled deeply. I grinned and continued tucking and buttoning until I was somewhat presentable.

Suitably fortified, we got back on the trail and it was only fifteen minutes or so before we topped the last rise and the small town spread below us.

"Where to now?" Jay asked, regarding me with those meltingly blue eyes.

I couldn't help but kiss him one more time. "Judge Bradley's office," I said. I glanced up at the sun, nearly noon high overhead. "Hope he's not too pissed at having to wait." Our appointment had been for eleven, but the judge was a buddy of mine-he'd still be there.

There were more revelers out than I'd expected on a Christmas Day-laughing and sledding down the snow-choked streets, heading to the sweets shop for hot chocolate. We propped our skis in the Judge's foyer and quickly peeled off layers of wet clothing.

The Judge, maybe fifty years old, balding, and carrying more weight than he needed around the waist, greeted us with handshakes. "Archer," he said, gray eyes twinkling, "this must be your young man."

I felt my cheeks grow hot. "Yes," I said, pulling a blinking Jay to my side, "he is."

Jay looked up at me, that sweet smile on his face, and I felt like I could fly.

"Witnesses?" Bradley inquired. "I've got the license here, but I let my secretary go home to her family," he glanced at his watch, "about a half-hour ago." He smiled.

Jay looked worried, but I shrugged and headed for the door. Sticking my head out into the chilly day, I called, "Anyone want to witness a gay wedding?"

Heads turned, and a few folks ducked into shops and out of sight. Then a young couple turned and walked my way, hand in hand. "We just got married yesterday," the girl said, her cheeks flushed, short blond curls peeking out from beneath a knitted cap. Her husband nodded proudly, throwing his plaid scarf over the shoulder of his navy wool coat.

"We'll be glad to stand up for you," he said, sticking out his hand. "I'm Tom Evans and this is my wife, Emily." A big smile split his square-jawed face.

I held the door for them, and Judge Bradley introduced us all around. With another glance at the clock, he grabbed a book from his desk. "Friends," he said. "We are gathered here today to witness the joining of these two people…."

They even threw stuff at us as Jay and I hurried down the steps… not rice but red rose petals. Laughing, the judge said it was all part of the service. I'd tipped him well for being willing to perform the ceremony on Christmas, and offered something to Emily and Tom for their time, but they wouldn't take it. Emily kissed us both as she wiped away a tear. I held out my hand to Tom, but he pulled me into a hug and then did the same to Jay.

I could still feel Jay's lips on mine from when the Judge pronounced, "You may now kiss each other." I was sure my feet were floating an inch or two above the ground.

Miraculously open, the town's one restaurant served us hearty sandwiches and slices of carrot cake-Jay's favorite. I don't remember eating mine, but it had somehow disappeared when I thought to look. I had a hard time taking my eyes off Jay.

He held up his left hand, the silver-white band now shining on his ring finger. "Is it real, Andy? Did we really do it?" he asked.

I nodded, taking his hand with my left so our rings touched. Inside, both bands were inscribed "Jay and Andy-Forever."

"I think so," I said, "though it seems like a dream come true."

His eyes glistened.

In a rapturous daze, we donned our skis and headed back to the cabin. I swear the sun shone brighter on this leg of the journey, and the birds sang more sweetly.

"Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?" I asked when we were almost there.

Jay giggled. "You mean this isn't it?"

I reached out for him, but he schussed out of my reach. "Tease," I chided. Maybe we could get away early next weekend-go somewhere warm this time-maybe that Mexican villa we'd visited last winter, the one where Jezebel had caught her first mouse.

Dinner was as simple as we could make it-cold cuts and warm Italian bread with sliced fruit and another nice bottle of champagne. The fire made up for the lack of hot food-that and the looks Jay kept sending me over his wine glass. I was half-hard all through dinner.

As though we'd planned it, we stood, leaving the dishes, and climbed the stairs together, hand in hand. At the top, we faced each other, expressions suddenly solemn. We'd done something serious and wonderful-I could still hear the vows echoing in my head: keeping only unto him, in sickness and in health, 'til death do us part. I meant those promises with all my heart.

I reached out to unbutton Jay's shirt. Piece by piece we removed the other's clothes, carefully folding them onto a chair. When we were naked, I pulled back the covers and we climbed into bed and turned off the lamps.

After a moment, Jay rolled toward me. Tentatively, his lips touched mine. The sweet sensation somehow made everything seem more real. I took his face in my hands, running my thumbs over his silky eyebrows and then letting them caress their way down to his mouth. I kissed him, as gently as I could, feeling his hands come up to stroke the sides of my neck and the muscles of my chest.

God, it felt good.

I ran my tongue around the inside of his mouth, thrusting against his tongue, and he moaned and rubbed my nipples lightly. I rose up to nibble his neck and he pulled me close with both arms round my back. I bit the lobe of his ear and licked the tender skin behind it.

Jay took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked gently, then bit down, making me jump a little. I realized that the last moan I'd heard had come from me.

Suddenly I had to see him. I pulled away and reached for the lamp, turning it on low. Jezebel sat in the open doorway, her head cocked to one side, looking as though she thought we were strange indeed. I had to smile.

I turned back to Jay. His eyes were open and very dark; I could almost see my reflection in them. I knew he would see the desire in my expression and the corners of his mouth turned up in answer.

I sat up, pushing the covers off the foot of the bed and onto the floor. I kissed Jay again, feeling love flow into me as he kissed me back. Then I bent and began kissing and licking my way over his shoulder and down his arm. He sucked in my nipple again and I froze to savor the feelings that lit up inside me like sunrise. He let go and lapped at my navel, just as I reached his.

My tongue could feel the tiny soft hairs that started there and continued, thickening, as I followed their trail down and down. I could feel his cool cheek on my hot, hard shaft, feel it jump as he nibbled the very base of it. I rubbed my face against his hardness and pressed my lips into the soft, curling hair.

I ran a hand over his hip and around to stroke the insides of his thighs as he opened his legs to me. I felt his hand caress the inside of my thigh as well and then just the lightest touch of fingernails running up from my knees to my crotch. I shivered and tingles went up my spine.

I reached out to cup his balls in my hand, weighing their heat and caressing the spheres inside. Jay groaned and shifted position and I felt his tongue licking behind my balls with a delightful pressure that made me even more aware of the warm tingling in my belly.

I ran my tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip, feeling him tense and then press his hips toward me. All of a sudden I felt his mouth take me in, applying a gentle suction that made me draw my breath in with a hiss.

Jay knew me so well. I could easily have gotten lost in the feelings he gave me, forgetting everything else. But I wanted Jay to know how I felt about him, and I could think of no better way to show him. I swirled my tongue over his crown, tasting the pearly drops forming there, so sweet and so much Jay.

He moaned around my shaft, vibrating it deliciously and making me want to thrust hard into his mouth. But I fought that instinct, taking in his whole length and concentrating on how good he felt and tasted, so hard and hot.

I spread my legs wider; feeling him lay his head on my thigh and then reach under to touch my hole with a finger. I groaned, deep in my throat, and sucked Jay in deeper as I lost the battle and pushed my hips forward. I pillowed my head on his leg as well, and grasped his hips, moving him in and out slowly, caressing his length with my tongue, trying to take in every bit of him.

He kept doing marvelous things to me until I was panting and shivering with each stroke. I could feel the pressure building unbelievably higher.

Jay's leg muscles quivered under my hands. His cock was even harder than before and his breathing was as fast as mine. He thrust forward suddenly and I heard his muffled cry as come spurted into my mouth. I swallowed the sweet salty stuff and Jay swallowed hard too, taking me all the way to the back of his throat. With a cry of my own I emptied myself into him, arching my back and holding tight. I thought I'd never stop coming.

I didn't want to move, but I needed to kiss Jay and hold him. I sat up slowly, taking the time to retrieve the bedding from the floor and pull it up with me.

His eyes were half-closed, dreamy and smiling, and I tasted his mouth softly. He put both arms around me and we just kissed for a while. Then I let go and lay back next to him, his head on my shoulder, his arm over my chest, and mine 'round his waist.

"I love you, Jason Davis-Archer," I said.

"I love you too, Andrew Davis-Archer," he whispered, his lips an inch from my ear.

Jezebel strolled over and, with one graceful leap, gained the bed, where she curled into an orange and brown ball and began to purr, the green catnip mouse between her paws.

My arm still around Jay, I reached over and turned off the light. Outside the window, a feathery snow was falling.

Jay loved me, and now the world knew we belonged to each other. That was all I'd ever need.