Well, it is Christmas after all. I do have several really sexy pieces I guess I should tell you about – huh? In addition to writing everything involving D/s, I also write a lot of M/M pieces and they are all sexy in my opinion. This was a little one I wrote in a couple days and I really think it’ll get you in the spirit for some holiday snuggles. Take a taste of a bite of…
Eyeing the stunning bartender Brendon sighed and closed his eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the fluttering sounds of Christmas music and laughter as people enjoyed a festive party and yet he only had shameless thoughts and sinful cravings in his mind. Smiling, he lifted his drink and licked the rim of the glass as he envisioned the very same dark skinned bartender as the tasty entertainment for the night stripping, his long, naked legs wrapped around a tall steel pole. Then sometime after the stud performed to the jazzed crowd he selected a person from the audience to drag underneath the mistletoe. Brendon could clearly see fantasy man beckoning to him with the crook of his finger as he grinned and licked his lips.
And he could imagine the way the man tasted like peppermint candy canes freshly yanked from the twinkling Christmas tree. Somehow Brendon could almost feel the touch of his skin as the carved flesh sizzled beneath his fingers. Inhaling deeply he savored the real scent of the man, musky and full of such sex appeal his cock begged to be freed. Sliding his hand down to his crotch he cupped his groin and let out his breath.
“Wow. That must be some wet dream, my friend. Given your rather heated reaction to whatever, you have to tell me what you’re thinking about so I can have the same sexy fantasy. Please. I’m your best friend here.”
Brendon allowed his breath to escape as he opened his eyes and focused on the bartender and somehow could imagine him lying naked on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire. “Jay, I’m making my New Year’s Resolution early. I’m going to fuck that hunk of a man for Christmas if it’s the last thing I do. I swear to God,” Brendon Cannon breathed as he his leg thumped aimlessly against the bar and eyed the stunning chocolate-laced man bartending behind the long mahogany bar.
Choking, Jay slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from spewing his drink. “Shit! That threw me. You never talk like that. Granted he’s hot and you have to be horny given your lack of sex lately, but lord. Hell, you have me all hot and bothered and I’m not even into men.”
“Yeah well maybe it’s the desperate craving and the wet dreams I’ve been having every night since we first came into this hoppin’ joint.”
“Or maybe it’s the third bourbon and coke.”
Brendon resisted giving his best friend the finger. One of the only friends he’d allowed to know he was bi-sexual, Jay had never judged him. It could be because they’d seen each other through failed marriages and less than lackluster sex lives over the last several years. Alone and lonely, he wasn’t sure he could face the damn holiday season going to his sister’s house which would be filled with family, holiday decorations and good spirits all the way around. Being the only unattached brother he was usually nailed to the wall with questions. Why don’t you have a girlfriend? Why don’t you let your sister fix you up with someone? Why do you like being single?
“I can see that look in your eye. Why don’t you talk to him? If I weren’t straight I might do him.” Jay gave Brendon a sly smile.
“How very cave man of you.” Brendon licked the rim of his glass and watched the man move in his tight black jeans and body hugging crimson tee shirt and his cock ached. Dear God he had it bad for the chiseled hunk with twinkling midnight eyes. “Talk? What the hell would I have to say? Hi, I want to fuck your brains out?”
“I doubt he’s gay.” But the thought had crossed his mind. He’d caught the hunk of a man gazing at him more than once.
“Well we could always get the two of you under the mistletoe down there and find out,” Jay teased as he pointed to the hanging plant tied in scarlet string.
Brendon slapped him on the arm and cringed yet the thought was indeed beguiling. “We’ll see what happens.”
“Jesus Christ you’re pathetic. You’re finally at a point in your life you can let people in on your little secret so you can enjoy going out and engaging in an actual relationship and you find a guy you’re interested in and attracted to but you won’t do anything about it. What’s wrong with you?”
Brendon snorted. “My family and the rest of our friends who won’t get it.”
“I swear to God I’m going to call your sister right now and tell her myself.” Pulling out his cell phone Jay turned it on and inched away from Brendon.
“You do and I castrate you!” Yet Brendon knew his friend was right. It was time to come clean. If his family didn’t like it oh well. Puffing out his chest he could envision the look of horror on his sister’s face and his brothers shying away. There was nothing like being from a huge Catholic family to stop you in your tracks. Nibbling on the freebie peanuts he shook his head. Not going to happen.
“Have it your way but I’ve heard Santa does grant wishes such as these.” Holding up his not quite empty drink he caught the bartender’s eye. “So we play a little. So we tease.”
Tease? Goddamn he’d love to wrap his mouth around the guy’s cock and suck until his cum filled the back of his throat. Narrowing his eyes Brendon couldn’t keep his gaze off the gorgeous man and he didn’t even know the bartender’s name. But as the six foot something all sculpted male sauntered in their direction Brendon wasn’t sure he cared if he ever knew the sexy hunk’s name. Thrill me, fuck me, fill me… Admonishing his ridiculous thoughts Brendon cleared his throat as the stud sauntered toward them.
“Another of the same or are you ready for something a bit saucier?” His deep voice reverberated across the bar.
Brendon opened and closed his mouth fearful the guy could read his thoughts. “Whatever you suggest.”
“Then I suggest a flame thrower for two sexy men such as yourselves,” the bartender cooed.
“A flame thrower?” Jay asked as he stole a glance in Brendon’s direction, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
“Something to warm not only the cockles of your heart but somewhere much lower.”
Brendon swallowed hard as a trickle of perspiration slid down the back of his neck. Suddenly hot in the bar he was afraid he was going to pass out.
“I’m Kris by the way,” the chocolate hunk leaned over the bar, his voice dripping with sensuality.
“Chris with a C?’ Brendon squeaked. Why the hell did he care?
“With a K like Kris Kringle and I’m much naughtier,” Kris cooed as he cocked his head.
“We’ll take two,” Jay croaked as he brushed his hand through his hair.
Talk about full court press. Was Kris actually coming on to him?
Brendon Cannon was ready to make a New Year’s Resolution early and it included seducing one hot chocolate bartender under the mistletoe. Making a proclamation in the middle of a bar to his best friend, too bad Brendon didn’t have to guts to follow through. Recently divorced and hiding behind a mask he was unable to admit to himself he was gay let alone to his family and the big Christmas event was just days away. But after a flirtatious night Brendon found himself embroiled in a moment of heated passion that set him on fire. Terrified of his reckless behavior he pushed away from Kris completely.
More than intrigued by the man Kris had no idea what to do until a little elf decided to intervene. A plan formulated it was going to take more than a bit of Christmas Magic to give Brendon the courage he needs to be himself. But as luck and bit of holiday spirit wraps around Brendon reminding him of what he desires the most, he’s given a special gift and one he will never forget.
And it’s 50% off…