Another Xmas-ish Story

Note: I think I rushed a bit again but this is what happens when I try to write at two in the morning. Anyway, hope you find it...decent. Please review.

-Merri Kurisumasu-


“God…Damn…Brat!” Mumbled novelist Eiri Yuki through gritted teeth. Pushing beautiful gold-like hair aside, the twenty-two year old male rubbed his temples in attempt to relieve a pounding head ache. As usual, it was the pink ball of fluff bouncing around the room that had caused it. The ‘fluff-ball’ also known as ‘brat’ or, on extremely rare occasion, ‘Shuichi’ was hopping around a large Christmas tree, placing various ornaments on its branches and singing typical holiday songs; despite his amazing voice, Eiri was starting to wonder where the boy learned English.

“Yuuukiiiii!” Shuichi called out in an ‘I’m-so-hyped-up-I-need-tranquilizers-strong-enough-to-take-down-a-horse’ voice. That was not good, not good at all; that type of voice and energy usually meant total hell for the novelist.

“What?” The blond snapped, golden eyes narrowed in frustration.

“Sing with me Yuki!”

“No.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“Meanie.”

“Brat.” The arguing continued for at least what felt like ten more minutes.

“At least help me put the star on top!” Whined Shuichi, looking back at Eiri, a pout on his soft pink lips; standing at about five foot five did not help his decorating.

“If you’re too short you should have gotten a smaller tree.” Replied the blond, watching as Shuichi danced back and forth, while he was trying to reach, his nice little ass wiggled teasingly from side to side in tight pants but he was oblivious to the effect this was having on his lover.

“Please Yuki.”

This was certainly a tough choice: Enjoy the show and listen to the brat’s whining a bit longer, or help him out and shut him up for a while. Though of course there was always the third option of throwing the boy onto the floor and screwing him senseless; that definitely seemed to be the best thing to do, but Shuichi ruined such thoughts with his complaining.

With a sigh of annoyance, Eiri finally lifted himself from the couch and crossed the room towards the over-decorated tree; it looked like it would tip from the weight. Shuichi was standing on one foot, posed like a ballerina in attempt to reach the tree top. Shaking his head, Eiri slid his arms around the younger boy and lifted him with ease, allowing the hyped up singer to place the final touch, the star, on the tree; It was a good thing Shuichi was so light-weight or this would not have worked.

When Shuichi was back on the ground, he dropped to all fours and crawled underneath the tree, searching for the outlet to plug in the lights; damn that ass. Eiri’s arousal was growing as the still completely clueless Shuichi again wiggled his bottom around; maybe he was doing it on purpose. Either way, the older male’s sweat pants did not hide his feelings but, Shuichi was not the brightest crayon in the box and did not notice it at all when he crawled out from the tree and stood up. The pink haired boy was interested in the colorful lights more than Eiri’s pants at the moment. Whether the lights aided this or not, there was an extra sparkle in those violet eyes, his face lit up like a child in a candy store and although Eiri would never let someone view such a rare sight, he also smiled; a real smile. However, moments later arousal kicked back in as the younger male backed up, his body pressed lightly against Eiri’s.

“Y-Yuki!” Shuichi gasped softly at the feeling of what surely was NOT a candy cane poking his rear end. He knew what this meant and just the thoughts of what might happen sent shivers down his entire body; he was very easily turned on, especially since he and his beloved Yuki had not had any…contact of that kind in at least a week, which was a lot for the pink haired little pervert.

Another smile appeared on Eiri’s beautiful face, however it was not like the one before, oh no, this one suggested something naughty. He placed his hands on Shuichi’s hips, pulling the boy closer before grasping the hem of his shirt. Almost automatically, Shuichi lifted his arms for his lover, waiting for the t-shirt to be removed. Once that was off and out of the way, Eiri went on to slide his hands down the younger male’s body, starting at his chest. His fingers brushed delicately over tan skin, making Shuichi squirm. Such teasing was not enough and once those evil, evil hands slipped past his stomach, they unzipped the pants that protected the boy from being taken on the spot. They were quickly tugged down and Shuichi stepped out of them when they hit the floor; hmm, no underwear today, good. The blond than took advantage of exposed neck in front of him while continuing the feather light touches from where they left off-the hips. However when he reached the place that only he was allowed to touch, he found that Shuichi was already hard and ready to go.

“Yuki…” Shuichi whimpered, pressing and rubbing his ass against the older man’s groin. Eiri almost had the urge to moan in response, but instead, he simply bit harder, attacking the back of his lover’s neck with his lips, tongue and teeth, purposefully leaving a small bruise. The pink haired male reached behind him and tugged on Eiri’s clothing; but failed at pulling them any where near off. Luckily, Eiri realized his frustration and released Shuichi before removing his dress shirt, which had been left unbuttoned the entire time. His pants and boxers followed said shirt to the floor, he would have kept them on at least partially but after several zipper accidents from other pants, he got into the habit of removing everything.

Shuichi turned to face Eiri and the two lowered themselves to the ground. The blond caught his lover’s lips with his own in a rough yet passionate kiss, one hand under the boy’s chin while the other moved to the floor; he was leaning over Shuichi, slowly leading him to the floor until they were lying down. Once Eiri was on top of him, the vocalist could not resist and wrapped his long slender legs around the older male, not able to get enough of the current skin contact. Everything felt amazing, the kiss, the warmth of Yuki’s body and their erections brushing against each other. However, with a whimper of protest from Shuichi, Eiri removed himself from the boy, an annoyed expression on his face as he stood and left the room.

“Yuki?” Shuichi questioned, but the older male just continued walking, towards the bedroom. Less than a minute later, although it seemed like an eternity to Shuichi, Eiri returned with a small plastic tube. In said container was strawberry scented lubricant, why it had to be scented he had no idea but that did not matter at the moment.

During the brief moment that Eiri had left, Shuichi had sat up, and without the power to restrain himself, grasped his aching erection to take care of things himself. By the time Eiri re-entered the room, Shuichi was panting and calling out for his beloved Yuki. The blond smirked and knelt in front of the boy, opening the tube. Before coating his fingers with the substance inside, he pushed the nine-teen year old onto his back and straddled the boy. Shuichi held onto to his throbbing length, no longer massaging it; instead he stared up at Yuki as the blond covered his fingers with the lubricant.

“Don’t stop.” He ordered as he pressed a finger against Shuichi’s entrance, earning a gasp from the younger male. Finally, he pushed it inside the tight heat that needed to be stretched for something larger. At first the feeling was rather awkward, as usual, and using cold lube did not help, but soon enough, things heated up. It didn’t take long for Shuichi to begin his little whimpers and attempts at getting more; he raised his hips up towards Eiri.

“More Yuki!” Shuichi cried out and, as requested, Eiri added another finger, thrusting them in harder and deeper than before. The younger male bucked his hips, which would have knocked Eiri off balance if the novelist did not have one hand on the floor.

Even with the combination of his own hand and Eiri’s fingers, it just wasn’t enough for Shuichi; and Yuki wasn’t exactly finished either, while he was stretching Shuichi, his own erection went untouched but it would be worth it.

Usually Eiri would add a third finger and even hit the spot that drove his little Shuichi insane but not today, he couldn’t wait this time. The blond removed his fingers and again squeezed out a small amount of the lubricant, its strawberry scent filling the area around them. Instead of coating his fingers, he applied it to something larger and again, Shuichi watched him, this time with a pout on his face. This was the second time Eiri had left him in the middle of something and he wasn’t going to let that happen again. He sat up, taking his hand off of himself. Why did Yuki have to stop AGAIN? A few more minutes and he may have reached his orgasm just from Eiri’s fingers. This was not fair! Before Eiri could return to Shuichi and finally get to his favorite part, the pink haired boy caught him off guard and pushed him onto the ground instead.

Rawr.

If Shuichi did not crawl on top of the blond like he did, he may have just gotten yelled at, but he was too caught up in the moment. Who wouldn’t be when such a sexy boy as Shuichi was straddling them? Eiri’s golden eyes locked with amethyst ones as Shuichi lowered himself. Using one hand to hold Eiri’s length and the other to balance himself, the vocalist positioned himself over it, the tip pressed against his entrance. Biting his lip, he prepared for the discomfort before the head was finally pushed inside. Eiri let out a deep breath, grasping Shuichi’s slender hips.

“Yuki!” Shuichi yelped when he moved too quickly, he was much too excited in these situations. The blond tightened his grip on the boy and guided him down slowly, until he was almost fully within that amazingly tight warmth. Shuichi now had both hands on either side of Eiri, looking down at his lover, breathing heavily as he adjusted to the intrusion. Neither of them moved for another minute or so, until Shuichi started to lift his hips, needing some sort of movement. Eiri took the hint and began to thrust upward. They started out at a slow, steady pace but that increased within moments. At the quickened speed, Shuichi started to call out Yuki’s name and the novelist loved it, it sounded best when they were having sex; and it was even better when he got to watch the boy bouncing up and down on his hard length.

Soon the thrusts became even harder and faster, moans becoming louder. Eiri’s fingers dug into Shuichi’s hips as the two met each others movements. They were both on the verge of their orgasms, Shuichi closer than Eiri and with just the right thrust that was proven. The vocalist’s beautiful voice called out “YUKI!” as the built up pleasure was finally released…all over Eiri’s stomach. The blond had hit just the right spot and although Shuichi was now lying on top of him, barely able to move, he continued pounding into the boy. Several minutes later he spilled his own release while fully buried inside Shuichi’s tight heat.

While both breathed heavily, Shuichi was more noticeable with his loud pants, Eiri lifted Shuichi off of him and the two laid on the floor, nearly dozing off in the glow of the Christmas lights. Shuichi had clung to his beloved Yuki like glue after their little sex session and the novelist was too tired to shove the brat off. He would let the little pink fluff ball enjoy the cuddling, after all, later he would have to get up and clean the mess they had created; and Eiri would not be happy about said mess being there in the first place.