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Will: Where are you?
message read at 10:35pm
Will stared at the words on his screen in silence, his foot absentmindedly tapping on the floor. Mariah Carey’s voice echoed through the house, droning on in the background.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas,
there is just one thing I need,
He wondered if he stared at his phone long enough, he’d be able to will a response from Mike into existence. It was unlikely, but maybe.
I don’t care about the presents
underneath the Christmas tree,
Will had sent the message about thirty minutes ago. Mike had seen it five minutes later and typed something for a couple of seconds. Will had seen the bubble pop up on his screen, three dots flashing before the whole thing disappeared. He waited one minute, which turned into two, which turned into five. No message had been sent.
I just want you for my own,
more than you could ever know,
Will frowned, glancing up at the table. It was set up just for their date, a red and white Christmas tablecloth draped over the surface, and there were two wine glasses, one at either seat. A bottle of wine sat in the middle, and candles dimly lit the table. The Christmas tree in the corner of the room emitted a rainbow of hues, light bouncing off ornaments and displaying bright, colorful shapes on the walls.
Make my wish come true,
With an irritable sigh, Will reached forward and popped open the wine bottle, pouring himself a glass. He swirled the deep red liquid in the cup, staring at his reflection, at the stupid Santa hat on his head. His gloved fingers gripped the stem of the glass tightly as he took a sip.
All I want for Christmas is you!
Mike pushed open the front door, brushing snow off his shoulders and scraping his boots on the welcome mat. Warm air hit his body, and he exhaled softly in relief, closing the door behind him.
“I’m home!” He said loudly, hoping that his voice would carry through the house and reach Will, wherever he was. As he unzipped his coat and hung it up on one of the hooks on the wall, he had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he was forgetting something. He thought for a couple of seconds, but couldn't figure out what it was. Oh well, if it was something important, Will would probably remind him.
When Mike turned back around, he was met with a pair of green eyes— Will was standing right behind him. His mouth, which had been open to call out again, fell shut, and the words immediately died in his throat.
Will was discarding the robe he was wearing, shrugging the fluffy red fabric off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Mike’s breath hitched as his gaze traveled downwards; beneath it, he was dressed in a red ring-linked harness lingerie set with nothing else underneath. It looked brand new, and Mike assumed it was bought for this occasion because he’d never seen it before.
His eyes trailed across Will’s toned chest, scattered with moles, and he admired how the red straps were arranged in such a way that they put Will’s pretty pink nipples on display, completely uncovered. Arousal bubbled in Mike’s stomach as his gaze traveled further down Will’s physique, to where more straps were slung across his hips and formed an X just above his exposed cock. The straps cut off midway down Will’s thighs, tied off with a ribbon on either side. The harness wasn’t the only thing Will was wearing, though; he also had a Santa hat atop his head, and elbow-length crimson gloves made of some sort of silky material. The sight stirred something deep in Mike’s stomach, and he cracked a grin.
“You look hot, baby. Did you dress up all for me?” He hummed, reaching forward to run his hands down Will’s sides. Before he got the chance, Will was intercepting him, gloved fingers wrapping around his wrist in a death grip and tugging him down the hallway. Mike followed without complaint as he was led to the bedroom, eager for what was to come. Will must’ve been pretty excited, wasting no time getting things rolling.
When he’d gotten through the door and closed it behind him, he grabbed Will’s waist and tugged him close, his dick straining against the front of his jeans.
“Merry Christmas Eve to me…” He mumbled, looping his fingers underneath the harness at Will’s hips, grinning at all the bare skin exposed. He was so lucky to have such a gorgeous boyfriend. They’d been dating for years now, but it always felt like their first time all over again whenever they had sex. Mike still got giddy at seeing his boyfriend like this, all dressed up for him.
His eyes trailed upward, and he and Will locked eyes. That’s when Mike realized something was wrong. Will’s gaze was sharp and as cold as the snow outside, and before Mike could question what was going on, Will had lifted his hand and backhanded him across the face, an audible slapping sound echoing through the room.
Mike gasped, letting go of Will and staggering slightly backward, seeing stars. A delicious stinging sensation bloomed on his jaw, and it only made him impossibly harder in his pants.
Will stepped forward, backing Mike up against the door.
“Will, what—” Mike gasped, lifting a hand to rub at his stinging cheek, but before he could, Will was roughly shoving his arm back down to his side. Mike’s mind spun, trying to figure out what was wrong. Will knew he liked impact play, but this wasn’t a sexy, teasing slap. This was harsh and cold, meant to be a punishment for something (not that Mike had enjoyed it any less).
Will leaned forward, pressing Mike up against the door. “You remember the safeword, don’t you, baby? Or did you forget that just like you forgot our date tonight?” he hissed in a whisper, breath billowing against Mike’s ear.
Mike was whimpering before he could stop himself, the tone in Will’s voice turning him on more than it should have. But then his mind processed the actual words spoken, and his chest hollowed with dread as he realized with a jolt that Will was right. He’d completely forgotten about their date. Everything suddenly clicked into place, and he was reminded of that nagging feeling of having forgotten something earlier. So that’s what it was.
Will had been hinting at it for weeks before finally excitedly telling Mike this morning that he’d planned a Christmas Eve date for them. It was supposed to be like an early Christmas present, just the two of them having dinner and getting drunk before heading to the bedroom for a long night of pleasure.
Well, the sex part hadn’t been explicitly stated, but it was very much implied by the tone of Will’s voice.
And Mike had forgotten . No wonder Will was so pissed!
He gaped wordlessly, unable to respond. Will reached up and held his chin between two fingers, grip hard enough to bruise as he forced Mike to look at him. “Well? Tell me the safeword, show me you remember it. I’m not going to touch you until you do.”
Mike knew this was Will’s way of asking for permission to continue, asking if what he was doing was alright. Underneath his anger, Mike knew Will really didn’t want to hurt him, and he had to make sure Mike knew he could back out at any time he wanted. But Jesus Christ, how could someone make asking for consent so fucking hot? And yet so fucking cruel at the same time?
“The safeword is Radagast,” Mike rasped out quickly, his heart thudding against his chest, cock throbbing in his pants. He doubted he would actually need to use the safeword. He knew Will wouldn’t ever hurt him (at least, in a way he didn’t want to be hurt.) What he did need, however, was Will’s touch. Now. “I need you to touch me, please, Will—”
Will let go of his face and slapped him across the other cheek, cutting him off and drawing a sharp cry out of him. Mike’s eyes stung with tears at the pain and he blinked them away, staring as Will tsked and shook his head, something akin to disappointment in his eyes.
“You’re on the naughty list this year, Mike. And naughty boys don’t get to beg. They take what they’re given.” Will said, his tone cold and devoid of emotion. Mike exhaled shakily as the stinging in his cheek faded to a dull, numb throbbing.
“I’m sorry,” he wheezed, unsure whether he was apologizing for begging or for forgetting their date. Both, maybe. The room fell silent, and the sounds of their breathing seemed ten times louder than before in comparison. Will stared at him blankly for a moment, then shook his head again, grabbing Mike’s arm and pulling him over to the bed.
“Sit,” Will said. It wasn’t a question, but a command; a command that Mike followed without hesitation, dropping down onto the edge of the mattress immediately. He glanced up slowly, speechless at the sight of Will towering above him. Jaw set, his eyes cold and expression emotionless, wearing the sexiest outfit Mike thought he’d ever seen in his life. Mike knew Will was pissed, but it took a lot to get Will this angry. The cold, calculated, silently fuming type of mad. Will terrified Mike when he got like this, but it also turned Mike on a lot.
Without another word, Will turned to rummage through the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. Mike watched as he pulled off one of his gloves, squirted some lube into his right hand, then wrapped his fingers around himself and started to stroke himself to full length. Mike wanted nothing more than to reach forward, help Will with the task, wrap his large hand around Will’s cock, pump him until he was crying Mike’s name— but no. His fingers twitched at his sides, but he held himself back, reminding himself that Will was very clearly the one in charge tonight.
But as Will kept lazily stroking himself, Mike kept getting more restless. His arousal strained against his underwear, pants uncomfortably tight as he watched Will’s hand smoothly pumping himself. He could feel himself leaking, pre-cum making a small, uncomfortable wet patch on the inside of his boxers. Mike knew Will was baiting him, teasing him, just waiting for him to break. He tried to distract himself by fiddling with the hem of his ugly Christmas sweater, but his efforts were fruitless, and his attention always drifted right back to Will’s cock.
Mike just couldn’t take it anymore. “Will, please—”
He already knew it was coming, knew what to expect after speaking out of turn, but he still flinched when Will’s left palm came forward and struck him across the face, right hand still gliding smoothly up and down his dick. He looked perfectly content, like he could tease Mike like this all night, and at this point Mike wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
“What did I tell you? You don’t get to beg,” Will says, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in disapproval. “You need it that badly, huh? Need my touch? Such a slut.”
Mike inhaled sharply, the word sending shivers down his spine. Slut. A low, desperate noise akin to a whine made its way out of his throat before he could stop it. He gripped the edge of the mattress, glancing downwards in embarrassment.
“Poor thing,” Will mocked, resting his left hand on Mike’s cheek. It soon made its way into Mike’s hair, and then Will was roughly gripping a fistful of Mike’s curls and yanking his head back so that Mike was looking up at him. Mike hissed at the pleasant stinging sensation at his scalp as their eyes met. “You really want this, then? Well, if you’re going to beg, at least do it right. Tell me how badly you want me, and maybe, just maybe , I’ll consider it.”
Mike took a deep breath as Will’s hand slid out of his hair. “Please, Will, I’m sorry. I just want to make you feel good, please, let me make you feel good…” It was utterly humiliating, begging like this. Mike’s cock twitched at the mere thought.
Will, however, looked unimpressed. “Not just a needy whore, but a liar too, huh?” Mike gaped up at him, and he continued. “You don’t want to make me feel good, sweetheart, you just want to make you feel good. Did you really think you could lie to me? Selfish little slut. The only thing you care about is yourself, your own pleasure.” Will sank to his knees between Mike’s legs as he spoke, his gloved hand trailing over Mike’s thighs, which were trembling in anticipation. “You don’t deserve this, so you should be grateful I’m doing anything at all.”
Mike bit his lip as Will unzipped his jeans, pulling his erection out over the waistband of his underwear. He took a shaky breath and Will glanced up.
“Well? Don’t you think I deserve some kind of thank you?” Will demanded, raising an eyebrow and curling a few fingers around the waistband of Mike’s jeans as he tugged them further down Mike’s legs.
“Fuck— thank you, thank you, Will,” Mike gasped as Will’s gloved fingers ghosted over his cock. The feeling of the silky fabric against his arousal was nice, but not as amazing as skin against skin.
Will leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the leaking red tip, and Mike’s hips twitched upwards before he could stop himself. In response, Will grabbed his thigh hard enough to bruise and pushed his hips back down onto the mattress.
“Sorry,” Mike whispered quickly. Either Will didn’t hear or just didn’t care about the apology (Mike suspected it was the latter of the two), because he didn’t acknowledge it, digging his nails into Mike’s skin with a quiet and harsh command to stay still. Mike rapidly nodded his head in response.
After a couple of seconds, Will started peppering soft kisses along the insides of Mike’s thighs, deliberately teasing him by just barely trailing his lips up across the shaft of Mike’s cock. Mike whined quietly and Will glanced up, making direct eye contact with Mike as he stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe up from the base to the tip, then wrapped his lips around the head and ran his tongue across the slit. Mike’s hips would have bucked upwards again if Will hadn’t been holding them down, and a low groan escaped from deep in his throat.
Mike hoped with every fiber of his being that Will would start bobbing his head and properly sucking him off, that he would give him some sort of relief, but he knew it wasn’t that easy. And he was right; Will pulled back off of his dick with a wet sound, staring up at Mike with that sharp gaze that felt like it was burning a hole right through him.
As if reading his mind, Will said, “So selfish. You should be grateful for what I give you.”
Mike couldn’t help himself. “Please, Will, please… ” From the look in Will’s eyes, Mike was expecting another slap. He braced himself for the impact but was surprised when it never came.
All Will did was mumble “slut” and wrap his fingers around the base of Mike’s cock, opening his mouth and slapping it against his tongue a couple of times before closing his lips around it and sinking down. Mike moaned loudly, tipping his head back.
“Thank you, fuck, thank you,” Mike gasped, the warm, wet heat engulfing his dick feeling like pure heaven. Will hummed around his cock in acknowledgment, and the vibrations drew another moan out of Mike.
Will started slowly bobbing his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks and drawing incomprehensible babbles of pleasure out of Mike. He had to grip the mattress’s edge so hard his knuckles turned white to prevent himself from shoving Will’s head further down on his cock, because he knew that would only result in losing Will’s mouth altogether.
When Mike glanced back down, Will was already gazing up at him through his lashes, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. The sight was enough to make Mike moan again, his dick twitching in Will’s mouth. Will pulled off with an obscene wet popping sound, the corners of his spit-slicked lips turning upwards.
The intensity of Will’s gaze had Mike scrambling to wrap a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing and tilting his head back with a soft groan as he struggled not to come right then and there.
Moments later, Will was slapping Mike’s hand away with a disapproving shake of his head. “Who said you could touch yourself?” He scoffed as Mike shrank back, his cheeks flushing under Will’s reproachful gaze.
“Will, I’m sorry,” Mike panted, balling his hand into a fist in the blankets on the bed, “but I was gonna—”
“You were going to come?” Will raised an eyebrow, tsking and shaking his head again. Mike bit his lower lip, dick twitching as he glanced away in embarrassment. “It’s laughable how short a time you can last. I’ve just barely started.”
“Fuck, Will,” Mike breathed, only getting more turned on by the humiliation. Will slid a hand up Mike’s thigh, running his thumb along Mike’s red leaking tip.
“You like this? You like being told how pathetic you are?” Mike only whined in response to the question, and Will smirked, pumping his hand a couple of times before getting to his feet. He turned to grab the lube from where he’d set it on the nightstand earlier, and Mike just couldn’t help himself from staring at Will’s exposed ass.
Unfortunately, when Will turned back around, Mike’s eyes were still focused downwards. When he quickly tore his gaze away, glancing up at Will’s face instead, the knowing look in Will’s eyes told Mike that he’d noticed.
“Oh, Mike. You look so needy,” Will simpered, his eyes filling with mock pity as he walked back over to the bed. “A penny for your thoughts? Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
Mike’s breath hitched, and he opened his mouth to answer, but then immediately cut himself off with a whine as Will roughly grabbed his hair with one hand, pushing him further back onto the bed with the other. He moved backward on the mattress until he hit the pillows, and Will crawled between his legs, straddling his lap.
"Go on sweetheart, don’t let me stop you,” Will purred, tugging at Mike’s hair and drawing a moan out of him.
“I want you,” Mike gasped, struggling to find words. He groaned when Will tugged his hair even harder and clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“No, baby, you’re gonna need to be more descriptive than that. What do you want?” Will twisted his wrist and yanked hard, and Mike whined pathetically, his toes curling.
“Will, please,” he pleaded, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as Will continued to relentlessly pull at his hair. He lifted his other hand, and Mike braced himself just in time before Will’s palm was striking across his face, causing Mike to let out a desperate cross between a moan and a sob.
“ What do you want?” Will repeated, his voice sharper than before. Mike made a feeble, humiliated noise as he gave in.
“Want you to ride me, use me– fuck Will, please, need you so badly,” He hiccupped, barely getting the words out. Will’s hand cupped his cheek, gently wiping away the tears trailing down his face. The touch was so soft in comparison to his slaps and hair-pulling.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it, sweetheart?” Will hummed, sounding satisfied. Mike made a low, feeble sound in response. “You want me to ride you? Want me to use you? Use your dick like you’re nothing but a toy to me?” The words sent a jolt of pleasure down Mike’s spine, and he nodded his head so fast it was almost pathetic. “That’s what you are. You’re a toy, baby. Just a doll for me to fuck myself on.”
Mike was so hard it hurt, and he uselessly jerked his hips upward, cock angry and leaking. “Yes, Will, I’m your toy–”
Will cut him off with a sharp tug at his hair, tsking. “No, baby, dolls don’t talk, now do they?” Mike shook his head and Will let go of his hair, moving back and grabbing the bottle of lube he’d left on the blankets. Mike watched as he popped the cap open, digging his fingers into the mattress as Will drizzled the lubricant over a couple of his fingers and snaked his arm behind himself.
“You know, I stretched myself earlier today, but I waited so long for you to get home that I’m probably tight again,” Will commented, making eye contact with Mike as he sank two fingers into himself. Mike was frustrated he couldn’t see the way Will’s pretty pink hole was stretching open around his digits, greedily swallowing them in, but he could imagine it well enough in his mind after seeing it so many times before.
Will fingered himself open like this in front of Mike, occasionally making comments about how he could probably just make himself finish like this, that he didn’t even need Mike’s cock. Listening to Will degrade him made Mike feel as if he could come untouched, and the way Mike’s dick twitched every time Will made these comments didn’t go unnoticed.
Suddenly, Mike seemed to realize he still had his sweater on. He started to take it off, but stopped immediately when Will snapped “No, keep it on.” He wondered why, but didn’t dare ask, instead silently pulling it back down over his head and leaving it on.
After what felt like forever to Mike but was probably just a couple of minutes in reality, Will pulled his fingers out of himself with a soft noise. He then crawled forward until he was straddling Mike’s lap again, placing one hand on Mike’s shoulder to hold himself up better and using the other hand to grab Mike’s dick and line it up with himself. The mere touch had Mike groaning in anticipation, reaching forward and resting his hands on Will’s waist to steady him. He held onto the red harness almost like a handle, tipping his head back and moaning as Will started to sink onto his cock.
Mike couldn’t stop himself from letting out a few “fuck”s and “yes”s under his breath. Will was moving way too slowly, and he attempted to push Will further down onto his cock, hips twitching upward. His mind was too hazy with pleasure to think straight, to realize how bad of an idea that was.
The hand that struck across his face brought him back to reality.
“Greedy bitch. Do that again and I’ll just leave you here like this and get myself off alone.” Will snapped, and Mike immediately pulled his hands off Will’s waist, gasping out an apology. Will continued, “you’re lucky I’m even giving you a second chance.”
Mike nodded his head and moaned softly as Will slowly sank further down, finally bottoming out. “Yes, thank you, ‘m sorry, so sorry Will, won’t do it again, I swear.”
“Now, be a good little doll and stay quiet, okay?” Will hummed, and Mike bobbed his head up and down pathetically, whimpering as Will started to move upward before dropping back down onto Mike’s cock again.
As Will built up a steady rhythm of bouncing on Mike’s dick, Mike progressively got louder and louder. At first, he was just gasping and moaning, but soon he was mumbling words under his breath. In the beginning, Will let it slide, but eventually Mike was just full-on mindlessly babbling.
“Will, god, feel so good. Fuck, I love you, so tight,” he groaned, a string of jumbled words endlessly falling past his lips as Will fucked himself on his cock. Mike’s head was tipped back, eyes squeezed shut as he rambled without thinking.
Eventually, Will seemed to get fed up with his constant babbling, because the next thing Mike knew, he could feel Will’s fingers curling around his neck and squeezing slightly.
His eyes flew open, and he gasped, eyes locking onto Will as the hands around his throat tightened.
“Sorry, baby, but I told you that toys don’t talk. And if you won’t listen to me, I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands.”
They’d talked about trying this before, choking during sex, but they hadn’t done it yet until now. Mike could tell Will was holding back, hands still loose enough around his throat so that Mike could use the safeword if he needed, allowing him to back out of this with no hard feelings.
Mike groaned and tilted his head back, exposing more of his neck to Will as a way to tell him that this was okay. He wanted this. Will watched him hesitantly for a moment, and Mike nodded his head just slightly. That’s what seemed to finally get the message across because something in Will’s gaze darkened and he started tightening his grip more.
Mike’s mouth dropped open, and he started gasping for breath, eyes rolling back as Will continued to choke and ride him. This new experience was phenomenal, the constriction around his neck feeling strangely good.
Eventually, he started making gagging noises, and Will loosened his grip just enough so that Mike could breathe for a second. Then he was squeezing again, grinning at the way Mike was desperately gasping for air, making choked-out moaning and gurgling noises every time it got too much.
As Mike was gasping for breath, Will suddenly leaned over him. Mike’s eyes flew open, and he watched as Will parted his lips, and then spat into Mike’s open mouth. His saliva landed on Mike’s tongue, which was slightly out of his mouth as he was panting for air, and Mike was so startled that for a moment he just froze and did nothing, eyes wide.
A couple of seconds passed and then Will loosened his hold on Mike’s neck, and Mike let out a low, drawn-out groan after processing what had just happened, closing his mouth and swallowing the spit. This was another thing they hadn’t done before, hadn’t even discussed. Will seemed as shocked by it as Mike was, as if he hadn’t meant to do that.
Will looked like he was on the verge of stopping what he was doing and asking if Mike was okay, but then Mike opened his mouth back up, sticking his tongue out with a desperate moan. The message was clear; he wanted more.
At that, Will’s gaze immediately darkened again, pupils blown wide with lust as he realized just how much Mike had enjoyed that.
“Look at you,” Will sneered, voice deep and husky as he resumed bouncing on Mike’s cock. “Getting off on me spitting in your mouth. You’re a fucking disgusting whore,” he scoffed, and Mike groaned as Will squeezed his throat, leaning over him again. He was, he was a disgusting whore, and he reveled in it.
This time, Will didn’t so much as spit as he let the saliva fall from his mouth, slowly dripping down onto Mike’s tongue and connecting their mouths with a thick rope for a second. Then the string broke, and Mike pulled his tongue back into his mouth, swallowing all too eagerly.
“Good slut,” Will said, tightening his grip on Mike’s throat again and starting to ride him faster.
Mike could feel his orgasm approaching, and he whined, rocking his hips up against Will’s movements and panting for breath. The lack of oxygen was making his mind fuzzy, and he was sure he looked completely wrecked, eyes rolling back into his head and drool running down his chin as he made desperate choking noises.
Will looked close too, his strong dominating demeanor falling apart as occasional moans escaped his throat, head rolling as he desperately fucked himself on Mike’s dick. His tone slipped from deep and commanding to higher-pitched whines. He was still gasping out degradation, but it wasn’t nearly as harsh as before, and eventually it just became praise.
“Such a good slut, hah, feels so good, ‘m gonna come just like this, god Mike, you’re such a perfect toy, feel so good in me,” Will drawled as Mike grabbed at the red straps of his harness, holding him still and starting to fuck up into him instead, his movements jerky and rough. Will didn’t make any moves to stop him, too close to his peak to care.
“Mike, Mike, fuck, ‘m gonna — hah, gonna come,” Will gasped, hands tightening around Mike’s throat as he tipped over the edge. Crying out loudly, Will came untouched, neglected red cock twitching as thick ribbons of cum hit Mike’s ugly Christmas sweater and covered up Rudolf with strings of white.
Mike gurgled beneath him, unable to breathe, his mind hazy as Will clenched around his dick and his neck at the same time. It was all too much for him, too much pleasure, and he couldn’t breathe. It was so intense, and pleasure lit up every nerve in his body. He saw stars as he finished inside of Will, pumping him full of his cum.
Mike must’ve blacked out for a moment, because the next thing he knew, he was being cradled against Will’s chest as he gently massaged Mike’s scalp with one hand and rubbed comforting circles into his back with the other. He melted into the embrace without a second thought. After a couple of seconds, the ringing in his ears stopped, and Mike realized Will was saying things to him.
“You did so well, Mike. I’m so proud of you. I love you. Made me feel so good, honey,” Will was praising, voice soft and soothing as he pressed kisses to Mike’s forehead.
Mike exhaled faintly into Will’s chest, throat too sore to speak. In acknowledgment of the praise, he wrapped his arms around Will and squeezed him gently, losing himself in the hug. They sat like that for a couple of minutes, Will just mumbling praise to Mike as Mike recovered from his mind-melting orgasm.
“Are you okay?” Will questioned when Mike finally pulled his head away from Will’s body to look him in the eyes. Mike nodded, smiling weakly.
“Yeah,” he croaked, bringing a hand up to rub at his throat. “Fuck, Will, that was amazing .”
“Yeah?” Will’s expression brightened slightly.
“Yeah.” Mike confirmed, biting back a smile as he caressed Will’s cheek, pulling him into a soft kiss. He could feel Will smiling against his lips. “Also, you’re fucking hot when you’re mad. Maybe I should piss you off more often.”
Will snorted. “Brat,” he mumbled, though his voice was devoid of any anger. He’d exhausted all of his irritation, and all he felt now was tired and satisfied. “Just don’t leave me on read again.”
“Wait, what?” Mike pulled away from the hug. “I didn’t leave you on read,” he frowned, and the confusion on Will’s face was evident.
“What are you talking about?” Will asked.
“I said that I was going to be late coming home because of traffic. How did you not see my message?” Mike pulled away from Will’s embrace, grabbing his jeans off of the edge of the bed and fishing his phone out of the pocket. He unlocked it, pulled up his text messages, and sitting in his messages was an unsent text that read Stuck in traffic. will probably be home a little after 11. ❤️ sorry!! see you soon xx
“Oh.” Without another word, Mike turned the phone to show Will, who squinted at the screen for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter. It didn’t take long for Mike to join in, unable to contain his amusement at the situation.
“Oh my god, Mike,” Will wheezed. “I can’t believe you forgot to send the message.”
“I’m sorry, I thought I did,” Mike replied, trying to catch his breath and stop laughing at himself. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make up everything to you, the date and all.”
“You’d better.” Will smiled. Mike smiled back, and all they did for a couple of seconds was gaze at each other. Will looked so happy like this, holding onto Mike and practically beaming at him. It amazed Mike how Will forgave him so fast, but he knew Will could never stay mad at him.
Mike suddenly reached forward and plucked the Santa hat off of Will’s head, placing it precariously atop his own unruly curls. “So, did I make it onto the nice list?”
Will snorted, looking amused and grateful for the change of conversation. “Nah, you’re still a menace,” he replied, pulling the hat off of Mike’s head and throwing it down onto the bed.
“Damn, that sucks,” Mike huffed, fake pouting for a moment before he got an idea. “Hey, what time is it?”
“11:37,” Will replied after a moment, glancing at the digital clock on the bedside table.
“Do you think it’s too late to make hot chocolate?”
“It’s never too late for hot chocolate,” Will replied with a grin, and Mike beamed in excitement. Hot cocoa was one of his favorite holiday drinks. “ But, ” Will added, and Mike’s face fell, “we should probably shower first.”
Mike knew Will was right. They needed to actually clean up and stuff before they treated themselves with sweets, but Mike just really wanted his hot chocolate. Despite trying to convince Will out of the whole process every time, and always failing, Mike held his ground in the slim hopes that it would work this time. “I don’t want to!” He’d be content with just cuddling up alongside Will for the rest of the night, sipping hot cocoa and exchanging kisses.
Will raised an eyebrow, looking like he was trying to keep in his amusement. The corners of his lips twitched upwards slightly. “Do you want to be covered in dried cum and sweat for the rest of the night?”
Mike opened his mouth to respond, but he didn’t have any argument, so he just closed it again after a couple of seconds. No, he really didn’t want to be covered in cum and sweat. Will smirked triumphantly.
“That’s what I thought,” he snipped in an ‘i-told-you-so’ tone of voice. Seeing the disgruntled expression on Mike’s face, he added in a softer voice, ”if you start the shower, I’ll put one of those hot chocolate cups in the coffee maker and then get in after you. The hot chocolate should cool to the perfect temperature by the time we get out, as long as we don’t spend forever in there.”
“And then you’ll put marshmallows and whipped cream in it?” Mike asked, expression immediately brightening. The thought of a shower was growing on him now. Will gently rubbing his scalp, combing his fingers through Mike’s hair and lathering it with shampoo.
“Yep. But you have to let me have a sip of it,” Will added, and Mike shrugged. Sounded like a deal to him. “Here, lift your arms,” Will added suddenly.
Mike did as instructed, and Will tugged the cum-stained sweater off over his head, climbing off of Mike’s lap and turning to gather the other clothes off the bedroom floor. As he bent down, Mike got a real good look at his hole, biting back a smile as he saw the cum starting to drip down the back of Will’s thigh. They’d stopped using condoms a while back, knowing they wouldn’t be sleeping with anyone but each other, but it still made something in the back of Mike’s mind deeply satisfied to see Will full of his cum like that. A reminder that Will was his.
Mike’s refractory period had always been short, and he couldn’t help but keep staring at Will’s ass as his cock twitched back to life. Will didn’t look back at him as he left the room, presumably to put the clothes in the laundry and start Mike’s hot cocoa, so Mike laid back on the bed and wrapped a hand around himself. He sighed as he started to stroke, keeping the image of Will’s ass in his mind as he did so. With his dick still so sensitive, it didn’t take long until he was thrusting his hips up into his hand and coming all over his chest with a muffled noise, panting heavily.
When he finally opened his eyes back up, hand still wrapped around his softening cock, Will was entering the room, now completely naked, the red harness gone. He paused in the doorway, staring at Mike in disbelief.
“Did you really just come again? ” He asked. Mike smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry, babe. You’re just too hot,” he replied. Will pursed his lips, but Mike could tell it was just because he was trying not to smile at the compliment.
“Come on. Let’s wash up.” He finally said, looking like he was choosing his words carefully.
Mike didn’t need to be told twice, basically leaping up off the bed and bounding over to the doorway. He only paused to press a soft kiss to Will’s lips, and then he made his way down the hallway to the bathroom.
While he was messing with the water temperature, making sure it was just right, Will came up behind Mike and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Mike’s shoulder.
“Hey,” Will said softly.
“Hey, babe,” Mike responded, turning his head slightly and smiling at Will. Will pressed a soft kiss to Mike’s neck, beaming back.
“I love you,” Will mumbled, gaze deep with affection. Mike’s heart leapt in his chest, and he felt giddy all over. He still couldn’t believe he had such an awesome boyfriend all to himself.
“I love you too,” he replied honestly, leaning back into Will’s arms. “I’m really sorry about the date.” He still felt pretty bad about it, knowing all the effort Will had gone through to set it up.
“It’s okay,” Will said, kissing Mike’s neck again. His lips moved against Mike’s skin as he spoke, “we can just do it later.”
“You forgive me too easily,” Mike sighed as he reached around the shower curtain to test the temperature of the water, pleased to discover it was just how they liked it. Not too hot, not too cold.
“Yeah, well, I can’t stay mad at you.” Will shrugged. Mike pushed back the shower curtain and then turned in Will’s arms until they were face to face, pressing a soft kiss to Will’s forehead.
“C’mon, let’s shower.” He wrapped his arms around Will’s waist, walking slowly backward and making sure not to trip over the rim of the bathtub. He exhaled when the warm water hit his body, but Will was suddenly making a concerned face.
“Mike, hold on.” Will reached forward, gently running his fingers along Mike’s neck. “I bruised you.” His voice faltered, mouth dropping into a concerned frown.
“You did?” Mike frowned, peeking around the shower curtain and peering into the mirror, which hadn’t fogged up just yet. Will was right. There were distinct purplish-pink hand marks around his throat. “Oh, well. I don’t mind. I’ll just wear turtlenecks until it goes away.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” Will frowned, sounding apprehensive.
“It might hurt a little later, but I don’t feel anything right now. It’s fine, though.” Mike pushed the shower curtain closed again, turning back towards Will, who already had shampoo in his hands and was reaching forward. Mike let Will run his soapy fingers through his hair, starting to lather up Mike’s long black waves. “Plus,” Mike continued, “that was like, really good sex. Really good. So it was worth it anyway.”
“Yeah?” Will smiled, looking relieved.
“Yeah,” Mike promised, reaching to the side for the bar of soap and starting to run it down Will’s body. “Honestly, it was the perfect present.”
Will’s smile widened. “Cool.”
“Cool.” Mike agreed, the exchange of the word sparking a memory deep in the back of his mind. A time when they were both repressing their affection for each other, when they hadn’t yet discovered just how perfect and priceless their relationship was.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Will mumbled happily, still scrubbing at Mike’s hair. Mike could pick up the scent of gingerbread, a special limited-time seasonal shampoo Will had picked up from the store a few weeks ago.
“Merry Christmas,” Mike replied, closing his eyes and leaning into the loving touch. Warmth bloomed in his chest, and he could hear Will absentmindedly humming a Christmas tune under his breath. “I love you.”