Husband for the Holidays

Sorry for the lateness, the winter storm here took out the power for a while.

Apologies, I think a few people might have taken my last author note the wrong way. I didn’t mean it to sound like without reviews I wouldn’t continue/finish the story. The story will definitely be finished. I just meant your reviews are all awesome and I find them all very encouraging.

Adult sexytimes ahead, fair warning…

Husband for the Holidays
Night to Remember

Preston was cleaning the dishes after feeding the boys diner when the intercom chimed. Carter answered and exchanged a few words with the person on the other end and then gave the authorization, “Come on up.”

Curious, but not wanting to appear too nosy, Preston listened but didn’t ask questions.

When the elevator opened, he was surprised that Cora stood on the other side. The wig was gone, and natural, ruffled, short-cropped, strawberry-blonde hair was in its place. Aside from a smudges of dark eyeliner and mascara, the make-up was gone as well. However, Cora or Cory, her fashion sense remained flamboyant - she was bundled up in a puffy, neon orange coat and red leggings.

Preston wiped his hands on a dishcloth and leaned out of the kitchen to greet her, “Hey, Cor, what are you doing here?”

Carter answered, coming around the corner. “I asked Cory here to babysit tonight. It’s the holiday gala at the club tonight; you’re going as my escort.”

Preston’s brows shot up, “Really? When were you going to tell me that?”

Carter shrugged, undaunted, “I just assumed…”

“Well, you know what they say about assuming…”

Carter walked over and plucked the dish cloth from Preston’s hands, throwing it over to the sink. “Come on. People will expect you there. Plus, you know you like the parties at the club. You always volunteered to work them.”

He did like them. They were always opulent, full of patrons chasing fun and excess. They were also full of specially catered food and fantastic booze.

“We have to leave in an hour,” Carter continued, knowing Preston was hooked.

“Fuck, I’ll need a suit.”

Cory tutted and hooked an arm under Preston’s, “Show me the way to the bedroom. We’ll get you ready in no time.”

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Preston sat on the edge of the bed in Carter’s room while Cory went through his closet.

Expertly, Cory flipped through the racks and found a standard black suit of his and a white shirt and then rustled through the back of the closet, finding a cherry-red, silk tie.

“That’s not mine, Cor.”

“I doubt your husband will mind if you borrow it.” Cory bustled around, dumping the load in his arms. “Now go and change for me.”

Preston dutifully took the clothes and changed in the connecting bathroom.

When he came out, Cory clucked over him, straightening his tie and jacket. “Now hair products.”

“In the bathroom.”

Cory disappeared and came back out with a brush and mousse. “Sit, sit, sit.”

Preston sat back on the bed and Cory settled against the pillows behind him. He started brushing Preston’s hair. “Now, how have you been holding up?”

“Not bad. There’s been a few rough spots, but Carter’s been great.”

“That man is a wonder.”

Preston smiled a little; Cory started working the product into his loose, golden curls to tame them. “You think?”

“Yes, sirrie. A wonder. Not many men would let an aging queen work in their club. Let alone treat them like family.”

“You’re not aging, Cory.”

“Honey, you’re sweet, but I’m nearly forty you know.”

Preston shrugged, “Forty isn’t that old.”

Cory looked less than convinced, “I’m thinkin’ of settling down. Timothy asked me to move in with him.”

“Are you going to?”

“I’m thinking about it. It’ll be a big change for me. I’ve been on my own for a long time. Maybe I’m stuck in my ways and I’ll end up driving him up the wall.”

“He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t want you there.”

“He’s just finalized his divorce.” Cory divulged. “But they’ve been separated for a few years. I just worry sometimes, about being with a man who’s only been with women his whole life. I can’t exactly measure up to the real thing.”

“That’s not true. You’re the real, real thing, Cor.” Preston declared honestly, “Those other women wish they could look that good.”

“Thanks, Sugar, you’re sweet.” Cory leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“We’ve only been married a few weeks and I find you in bed with someone else?”

Preston smiled as Carter leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, giving them a theatrically disapproving look. “Mmm-hmm, I’m trading up in the world, Boss.” He twisted around and pressed a smacking kiss on Cory’s cheek.

“Hey, now!” Carter sauntered into the room and took Preston’s hands, drawing him up from the bed and looking him over leeringly. “You look gorgeous, McCall. Great job, Cory.”

“Well, Sugar, I had good raw material to work with.”

“I just need to put my contacts in,” Preston cut in, ears heating from the compliments, “And then I’ll be ready to go.”

“Leave the glasses,” Carter suggested, “I like them.”

Preston looked up at him curiously for a moment and then shrugged, “Sure. Doesn’t make a difference to me.”

“Now, both you out, I have to change, too.”

“Now, that, I wouldn’t mind staying for.” Cory responded suggestively, plump lips pulling into a grin, “Mmm-mmm-mmm.”

Preston laughed, and grabbed Cory’s hand. “Come on, I’ll show you where all the boys’ things are. I’ll give you our cell numbers, too, just in case.”

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When they arrived at the club, there was a line of gorgeously dressed gentlemen and their escorts stretching half a block down the street. The Forum’s holiday gala was going to be packed, the tickets always sold out way ahead of time.

Thankfully, there was no need to wait in line. With Carter’s hand against his back, Preston walked right to front and the bouncers fell over themselves to let them in.

“You’ve got all your staff terrified, Boss,” Preston teased after they walked in, “I think that new bouncer almost genuflected to you.”

“You should know. I think for the first few months you worked here you drove behind the bar when you saw me coming.”

Preston laughed, “That’s not true.”

“Oh, really? Because I distinctly remember getting a nice view of your arse sticking up over the counter a few times.” Carter reached down, giving the ass in question a light swat. “And I’m not likely to forget this beauty.”

Resisting the urge to reach back and rub the sting out of his butt, Preston childishly bumped his shoulder against Carter’s. “That wasn’t really my fault. Julian and the others had told me that you take all the new guys into your back office and quote, ‘have them give you a special lap dance’, end quote.”

“Are you saying you didn’t want to dance for me?” Carter smirked, steering them through the crowd towards the bar.

Heat pooled in Preston’s belly. It was an exciting idea.

The stage was loaded with dancers. They were all festively dressed in leather harnesses with sleigh bells sew onto them and red lamé booty shorts that molded to their asses and cocks. As they gyrated, the bells on the harnesses jingled. The music playing was a mixture of popular dance music and remixed Christmas songs. Several dancers were working the floor as well, their scantily clad bodies contrasting with the formal wear on the patrons. Under the watchful eye of the bouncers, they gave lap dances to patrons willing to pay the exorbitant private fee. They all looked they were having fun, using their bodies to tease and excite the guests.

“Well?” Carter prompted, “Was the thought really so distasteful you hid from me for months?”

“Not distasteful,” Preston explained, “But a little terrifying. Let’s face it, I wouldn’t work here if I found the idea abhorrent.” Preston turned the tables, “What about you? Since I’ve started here I’ve heard rumours and second-hand accounts of your…uh, involvement, but I’ve never seen you participate in a show here.”

“I have to be professional, don’t I? In my own club.”

“I guess.”

In truth, in the early years of the club, Carter had enjoyed sampling the dancers and even a few patrons. One time only flings. But he had being doing it less and less; the scores of anonymous partners seeming less appealing over time. Then Preston had joined his staff five years ago and he had stopped picking up dancers in the club all together.

Carter steered them towards the bar, “Order drinks for us, will you? I need to check in with Greg and make sure everything is running smoothly.”

Preston nodded, “Sure thing.”

Carter disappeared into the crowd and Preston leaned back against the bar. When he caught Julian’s eye he ordered a double scotch for Carter and a glass of champagne for himself; because of the gala they were stocked to the gills with the stuff.

While he waited for his drinks, Preston stared out onto the floor, loosing himself in the kaleidoscope of well-dressed men and the hum of music and conversation all around. He didn’t even notice the man approaching from the left until that man tap his shoulder, “Preston McCall? Long-time no see.”

He looked over. It took him a moment to place the man standing in front of him. Slightly chubby, but good-looking, with darkly tanned skin and long, straight features. “Declan?” He had gone to high school with Declan Ashcroft. They had been friendly, but not friends per say. Preston hadn’t even known he was gay. He offered his hand and Declan shook it. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s amazing. I’ve never been here before, I wouldn’t never be able to afford the membership fee, but my ex knows someone who knows someone. He got two tickets to the gala. We planned on going, and then broke up. Yesterday he called and said the ticket was still available, and long story short, here I am.”

“I actually work here. I wouldn’t be able to afford the membership either,” Preston teased. “I’ve been taking some time off, though, so I’m just here for the party.”

Declan leaned in, gaze becoming more intent. “Are you here with someone?”

“Yes. Sort of. It’s a little complicated.”

“Cryptic…” Declan made a show of looking around. “But your mystery man isn’t with you right now.”

Preston laughed, “No, he had to talk to some people.”

“Seems like I picked the right time to bump into you then. Did you want to grab a table and catch up? Or dance if you’d rather.”

“A table would be good. I have drinks to take care of, so no dancing right now.” Preston grabbed the two drinks off the counter and caught Julian’s attention. “Tell the boss I’m sitting in section two, if he comes looking for me, will you?”

Julian gave him a nod. “Sure think, Preston.”

“The boss?” Declan questioned, curious. “I thought you said you weren’t working tonight.”

“I’m not.” Preston didn’t elaborate. He lead Declan towards the booths at the back of section two, it was away from the stages, making it quieter and an easier place to talk.

As they sat down, the conversation flowed casually and easily. They shared a few memories of their high school and then moved on to the topic of what they had done after: university, jobs, future goals.

After 20 minutes, a shadow fell on the table. They both looked up. Carter was standing there, expression neutral.

“Hello?” Declan looked up at him inquiringly.

Preston shifted in the booth, sitting up straighter, “Ah, Declan, this is my boss, Carter Jameson, he owns the club. Boss, this is Declan Ashcroft. We went to high school together.”

Declan held out his hand, eyes widening slightly at the firmness of Carter’s hand shake. “Nice you meet, Sir. You have a great place here.”

“Thank you.” Carter’s response was aloof. He took his drink off the table and threw it back. A business associate of his walked by and Carter flagged him down with a slight wave of his hand. “Anderson.”

The man looked ready to piss himself in excitement after being acknowledged by theCarter Jameson. He did a poor job of trying to disguise his excitement and play it cool as he rushed over. “Mr. Jameson, thank you.”

Preston wondered what the heck the man was thanking Carter for. For saying his name? He recognized Anderson as a regular in club. He was rather unremarkable; a tag-along mostly with the big dogs Carter ran with.

“Anderson. I’m not sure if you’ve met Preston McCall. My husband.”

Preston’s eyes flew wide. Declan coughed, his drink going down the wrong pipe.

Awkwardly, Preston stood from the table to shake the man’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yes, yes. I recognize you, of course.” The man blithered away. “But I’m not sure if we’ve met formally. Congratulations!”

“Thank you.” Preston accepted the congratulations politely. He glanced at Declan. Declan gave him an incredulous look and mouthed, ‘complicated?’.

Preston shrugged helplessly. Carter’s hand came down on his shoulder heavily. It was Carter’s left hand, complete with polished gold ring. Carter spoke, interrupting Anderson who was still yammering away. “Babe? Why don’t you call our babysitter and check on the boys?”

“Uhh…” Confused, Preston looked up at Carter. “I mean, I guess I could.”

In a fluid movement, Carter pulled his cell phone out and pressed it into Preston’s hand. “Go ahead.”

Preston nodded to Declan and Anderson. “Excuse me for a minute.” He headed back to the break room to make the call, so he’d be able to hear.

Everything was fine at the condo. When he came back to the table, Carter was sitting down at the booth, nursing a new drink. Alone. “Where’d Declan go?”

Carter flicked his hand towards the dance floor. “I think he went to find his date.”

“Oh.” Preston’s brow furrowed slightly. “The boys are fine, by the way.”

“Good, good.” Carter stood abruptly and held his hand out. “Would you like to dance?”

Surprised, Preston stumbled over his answer, “Ah, sure.”

Preston took Carter’s hand and followed him onto the busy dance floor. The music changed to a slower tempo and all around them couples started dancing closer together, many pressing up against each other and taking advantage of the close proximity.

Carter was a good dancer. He led, but the blond was pleased to find he didn’t just push Preston around like broom. He led more subtly, with a push or pull of his hand and the angle of his body. Dancing, which had always seemed a little bit of an ordeal to Preston, was effortless.

“The place looks great tonight.” Preston commented, raising his voice and leaning closer to be heard above the music.

Carter glanced at all the twinkling lights and flashy Christmas balls and expensive imitation snow. “Everyone likes to celebrate this time of year.”

Preston relaxed further, his body moving more fluidly, brushing close to Carter’s. “You’re right. Guests are going to be talking about this party all year.”

“I aim to please.”

“Lights, balls, garlands, tinsel…mistletoe, too.” Preston pointed out, looking up. The green and white sprigs were hanging all over, suspended on red ribbons.

“Just like the first time.” Was it just Preston, or was Carter’s voice raspier now?

Preston’s pulse started racing, he curled his arm more tightly around Carter’s neck, bring his body flush to Carter’s even as his brain scolded, ‘Bad idea’ from the sidelines. Preston put a subtle pressure on the back of Carter’s neck, it didn’t take much. Their lips met. It was brief and almost tender.

“This probably isn’t a good idea,” Preston spoke after it was over.

“You’re probably right.” Carter agreed. His voice was still rough and low. Preston’s body bowed towards the older man’s naturally, as if there was a magnet between them. He let their lips almost touch again.

Their lips did brush together as Preston whispered back, “Worth it, though.” After all, something that felt so natural couldn’t be wrong. Mistake! the sensible part of his brain tried to chime in again.

Carter’s look was unexpectedly serious. “Are you sure?”

Preston could do nothing up nod.

Their next kiss wasn’t tender or sweet. It was hard and greedy as though they could make it last forever by sheer force of will. They stopped going through the motions of dancing, Carter had lost the concentration it took led them around and his feet planted on the floor.

Everything was perfect. The taste of Carter’s lips, the strength in his hands curled over Preston’s hips, the smell, the feel, the heat. He had known it. He had known being with Preston would be this good.

Preston threaded his fingers through the short hair resting at the nape of Carter’s neck. He released a small moan as Carter pulled back.

Carter looked down at Preston. The blond looked gorgeous. Swollen pink lips and dark lashes drifting closed, shadowing his cheeks. Carter couldn’t take his eyes off him. Unfortunately, half the dance floor seemed to be in agreement and they looked on with interest. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

Preston nodded mutely.

Carter took his hand and pulled him through the crush of people towards the office. Pushing the employees-only door open, he pushed Preston through. They were alone in the small corridor connecting Carter’s office to the main club. The volume of the music was muted slightly by the door, but it could still be heard.

Wasting no time (and not wanting to give Preston time to reconsideration) Carter pushed Preston back against the wall and kissed him, covering him with his larger body. Preston gasped and pushed back, hands fitting back over Carter’s shoulders, holding on as his legs threatened to buckle.

Carter worked his mouth away from Preston’s lips, towards his throat, laying heated kisses all along the way. His tongue snaked out to taste the slightly salt skin as he kissed the sensitive expanse of Preston’s neck. Preston groaned; the low, throaty sound was sexy as hell to Carter who sucked down on the tender flesh, drawing more of the noises out.

Sliding a hand down, he felt the hard ridge of Preston’s erection. Mm, that was good, it wasn’t just him then. Through the material of Preston’s suit pants, Carter squeezed at the hard shaft, producing yet another groan. With his other hand, he pulled the bottom of Preston’s shirt free of his waist band, rucking it up to slide his hand under, feeling the sleek, warm, mostly-hairless ab muscles.

Fuck. Preston felt damn good.

He wanted Preston. That was undeniable truth. There was a sense of urgency in his gut. Preston was his husband dammit. His. He recalled the jealousy that had swept over him, seeing Preston and his friend tucked away in the dimly lit back section, sharing a table, heads together as they talked.

But as much as he wanted Preston, there was also a strange uneasiness nagging at him. He tried to shake it off – closing his eyes and trying to lose himself in the taste of Preston’s skin and the musky smell of his cologne. This was his goal, his gorgeous server as yet another notch on his bedpost. Fuck him and forget him. But the uneasiness remained. What if he made his move before Preston was ready? That might scare him off. What if Preston read more into it that a simple fuck? What if he didn’t?

Oblivious to Carter’s dilemma, Preston arched, offering himself up and pressing his cock into Carter’s palm at the same time. Carter’s name came off his lips with a deep, guttural sigh.

Carter palmed him roughly. As he did, he leaned closer to taste those soft lips again. Eager to swallow those moans Preston was making. Each shiver of pleasure passing through Preston’s body, Carter felt as his own.

Carter had the sinking suspicion he would be perfectly content for the rest of his days if he never had anything more than this. Preston in his arms, in his life, under his lips.

He didn’t count on the door banging open behind them. They jumped apart guiltily, which was unnecessary because for all intents and purposes, they were married men, perfectly within their rights to be kissing in the hallway.

Timothy stood the doorway. Preston turned away slightly to fix his clothes and Carter gave his bouncer a glare, “This had better be good.”

Timothy averted his eyes respectfully. “Sorry, Boss. Two men were caught dealing coke in the bathrooms. Greg needs your go ahead to bring in the police. They’ll want to talk to you.”

“Damn it.” Carter swore violently. “How’d they even get in the door?”

“I’m sure Greg’s gotten that info out of them already, Boss.”

Carter looked at Preston regretfully, “I’ve got to…”

Preston shook his head, understanding, “I get it. Go. I’ll see you after.”

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Carter was tied up for the rest of gala. By the time he wrapped up his work, the party was over.

Then they drove back to the condo in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

When they arrived at the condo, Carter paid Cory with a fat roll of bills while Preston looked in on the babies. Miraculously, they were both sleeping.

On the way to his room, he ran into Carter in the hallway.

“Carter?”

“Mmm…?”

“Did you want to…?” Preston looked away and then looked back. “I mean… Oh, fuck it – do you want to come back to my room? Continue where we left off?”

Carter stared at him a moment. His smoldering gaze shot through Preston, heating his blood and making his heart rate pick up speed. Carter reached out and cupped Preston’s jaw, his thumb brushing over his cheek tenderly. “It’s late, Pres.”

“But –”

Carter leaned in and dropped a light kiss on Preston’s lips, then lifted his hand. “Good night.”

He disappeared into his own room. Well, he was official fucked up. He had turned down sex with Preston. And it wasn’t because he didn’t want the blond. It was because he did.

Too damn much.

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Preston stood there a moment, unsure what had happened. Had Carter turned him down? If so why? He had seemed interested at the club. They’d kissed. And more. Second base at least. It might have become a homerun if Timothy hadn’t interrupted…

Brooding, Preston went into his own room, changing out of his dress clothes into pajamas. He scrubbed his face clean and brushed his teeth before sliding into bed.

He tossed and turned restlessly for a while. He couldn’t stop thinking about Carter. He didn’t understand why Carter attitude had undergone an 180 turn. The longer he lay in bed unable to sleep the more piqued he became. Eventually, he decided he wasn’t getting any sleep, so maybe he should go across the hall and demand an explanation.

Grabbing Carter’s housecoat, Preston opened the door to his room and moved down the hall to the master bedroom.

Preston heard sounds coming from Carter’s room. He was pleased the older man was still awake. They could talk about what had happened, he could get some answers. He was about to knock when he noticed the door was open a crack. It was dark inside.

He leaned closer, peering through the crack. His throat tightened.

Carter was hunched over the bed slightly. His pants and underwear pooled at his ankles, shirt rucked up hastily. His back was to the door, but there could be no doubt about what the man was doing. The moment in his biceps, the position of his unseen hand, the flexing and shallow thrusting of his buttocks. He was jerking off. Hard. Fast.

He came with a teeth-clenched hiss, his milky seed spraying the bedcover in bursts.

Preston must have made some sort of sound, because Carter’s head came up and craned back over his shoulder. He half turned, spent cock still resting against his palm, traces of his climax splattered on his flat abdomen. There was a surprised look on his face. “Preston!”

“I…uh…I shouldn’t have…sorry!” Preston fumbled with the door, pulling it closed between them, and then he turned and fled.

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Preston went back to his bedroom and stayed there all night. The next day he spent time with the babies and otherwise avoided Carter. There was a heavy, awkward atmosphere in the apartment all day that had everyone on edge, even the babies, who could sense something was wrong.

By evening, Carter had had enough and cracked. He cornered Preston as the younger man tried to cross from the nursery to the guest room. He started right in on the other man, “People generally knock, Preston.”

“Hey, your door wasn’t closed. How was I supposed to know you were doing that.”

“That is jerking off. People do it all the time.”

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.”

“Why are you acting so edgy?”

“I’m not!”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“No,” Preston shrugged, trying to act offhand.

“Preston…”

“I just kind of thought, you know, I might be more appealing than your right hand.” Preston grumbled, voicing what was really bothering him.

“Preston!”

“It’s okay, really. You don’t have to explain. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t. You don’t want me. That’s fine. We’ll just forget the whole thing and –”

“I want you.”

Preston looked up quickly.

“I want you so badly I was jerking off in my bedroom like a horny teenager.”

“If that was true, then why did you turn down my offer?”

“Sex…”Carter sighed, “Sex would make everything so much more complicated.”

“It wouldn’t. Not if we didn’t let it. We’re grown men. We can handle it. I won’t start expecting things. Promise.”

“That’s not –”

Preston cut him off, leaning up to press his smash his lips down on Carter’s. He kissed the older man impulsively, hands grasping on the sleeves of Carter’s shirt in case he tried to pull away. He didn’t. After a moment he began returning the kiss, his own hands coming up to rest on Preston’s hips, the heat of them could be felt right through Preston’s top.

When Preston pulled back, his lips were slightly swollen, damp with saliva. “I want you, too, Carter.”

“You’re not going to regret this in the morning are you?” Carter challenged, his voice hushed and throaty.

Preston shook his head. “No. I won’t.”

Holding himself back, Carter still didn’t look convinced.

Preston reached up and dragged Carter’s head down, forcing eye contact. “Absolutely not.”

With a growl, Carter closed the small distance between their mouths. The kiss was forceful and didn’t stop until they were both out of breath and craving more.

Panting, they grabbed at each other’s clothes. Stumbling against each other clumsily in a tangle of limbs and discarded garments, they made their way to the bed.

Shoving Preston onto his back on the bed, Carter covered his body with his own, their cocks sliding together. Their lips smashed together in a near-starving kiss, hands exploring bare canvases of skin.

They continued to kiss and touch and discover until Carter ran out of patience. His cock was harder than it had ever been before, balls already pulling up tautly. If they didn’t move on to the main event, he was going to humiliate himself by putting on an embarrassingly short performance.

The position they were in wasn’t one Carter was used to. He usually took other men from behind; it was easier and more impersonal. But with Preston…he wanted to be able to watch his reactions and see the look in his eyes as he stretched him open with his cock.

Breaking the kiss, Carter demanded huskily, “Lube?”

Preston moaned, licking his lips, “Drawer by the bed. Condoms, too.”

Carter reached over to the side table, blindly feeling around in the drawer for the small bottle of lube there. As he searched, Preston writhed under him, grasping at his shoulders and creating the most delicious friction between their cocks. It wasn’t enough though, he needed to be inside Preston and feel the tight muscles of his ass clamping down on his cock.

Despite the distraction of Preston’s rutting, Carter found the lube and opened the bottle one handed, the cap flying across the floor. He squirted some onto his fingers and then used her free hand to grab behind Preston’s knee, manhandling him to get his legs spread and gain access to his tight hole. His lubed fingers found the tight ring of muscles and went to work opening him up. Impatiently, he worked the lube in, and then a full finger and then, swallowing Preston’s cries with a kiss, he slid a second finger in.

He felt Preston tense up, the younger man’s erection flagging slightly from the discomfort and burn of the rough and impatient preparation. Carter tried to slow down again, not moving his fingers to give Preston some time to adjust to the penetration. They exchanged several long, intoxicating kisses before Carter felt him start to relax again and even push back on his fingers.

He started to move his fingers then, curling up slightly to graze against the small, firm bump of Preston’s prostate. His aim was rewarded with a gasping cry and the feel of Preston’s cock pulsing back to life against his belly. He kept it up for several long minutes, working his fingers in and out, fingertips unerringly gliding over the pleasure spot.

Eventually, Preston couldn’t stand it any longer, drops of precum escaped from the swollen head of his cock and smeared across their bellies. “Carter!” Preston’s voice came out strained.

“Mmmm, yes?”

Preston’s response was immediate and breathless. “Fuck me. Now. Fuck me.”

Carter groaned in satisfaction at the husky pleas. Usually he enjoying toying with his conquests, making them squirm and beg before he gave them what they wanted, but with Preston, he couldn’t hold back.

He withdrew his fingers and reached back in the drawer, pulling out a condom. He lifted up a little so there was enough space between their bodies to roll the condom down his excruciatingly hard shaft. Preston watched him with hungry eyes, his chest rising and falling faster than normal as his breath hitched.

Condom on, Carter pressed between Preston’s thighs, sliding an arm under one leg and pulling the other over his shoulder. Preston easily accommodated the demanding position, his one knee almost bent back to his chest.

“Carter…”The older man’s name came off Preston’s lips sounding imploring.

“I’ve got you,” Carter murmured, lining his cock up against Preston’s slicked hole. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Carter pushed in slowly, sinking his cock into the tight heat. Preston groaned, back arching up off the mattress slightly, his hands grabbed onto Carter’s arms , pupils blown wide.

At one point, Carter looked down, watching the straining muscles in Preston’s shoulder and chest as the younger man undulated under him to take his cock. It stuck him then that he was fucking his husband. His. Gorgeous Preston, whom he had been coveting for five years at the club, was his. Finally. His thrusts speed up, no longer able to keep his even pace.

Under him, Preston gasped in pain and pleasure, feeling the cock driving in and out roughly, more erratically. Carter reached between their bodies, grasping Preston’s cock and stroking it with hard, fast tugs. He wanted Preston to come before he did, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out that much longer. Luckily, he didn’t have to – with a low, drawn-out groan Preston came after a few more solid, milking strokes. His body trembled, ass clenching tight around Carter, cock pulsing in Carter’s hand.

“Mmm, fuuuckk!”

Carter’s hips snapped forward, burying himself deep in that hot, clenching ass. With a groan, he orgasmed, too. It seemed to go on and on. His eyes closed, white fireworks gong off behind his lids.

After, he pulled out, drawing an uncomfortable groan from Preston. He pulled off the condom and discarded it before collapsing on the sheets beside Preston.

They were both breathing heavily, recovering in silence for a few minutes.

Finally Carter scrubbed a hand over his face and commented, “That was amazing.”

Preston chuckled softly, sprawled on his back, his own cum splashed against his belly. “So amazing you’d be willing to rethink your stance on only topping? Because I can assure you that it was just as awesome on the other end.”

Carter smirked, turning his head on the pillow to look over at Preston, “I don’t know about that.”

Preston rolled onto his side, coming up on his elbow to give Carter an blatantly hungry look. “Maybe I can convince you the second time around…”

“Already? You’re not sore?”

“Hell, yeah, I’m sore.” Preston snickered, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to go again.”

Carter rolled his eyes, “Some of us aren’t in our twenties anymore and need a bit more time to recover.”

Preston’s hand found its way, unerringly, towards Carter’s softening cock and balls, fingers expertly caressing and grasping, “Don’t worry, old man, I’ll be gentle with you.”

With a growl, Carter flipped him over so Preston was flat on his back again. He pinned the younger man down by his shoulders with a wolfish grin. “Too bad I’m not making the same promise.”

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Carter woke up early. Despite the late hours he usually kept at the club, he had always been a morning person. He became aware that he wasn’t alone in his bed almost at once. He didn’t make a habit of having the men he fucked sleep over, so the heat and awareness of another body in his bed was certainly out of the ordinary. Opening his eyes, he could see Preston’s head on the other pillow, blond hair tousled. He was clearly sleeping and why wouldn’t he be, after the sexual marathon they had participated in last night. His prick gave a half-hearted twitch at the memory, unable to summer the energy to do more than that.

He rolled out of bed as quietly as possible, throwing on briefs and a pair of shorts. He like working out in the morning, it was the reason he had the gym installed in the unit. As he trudged down the hall he heard sounds from the nursery and peeked his head in. The usual culprit, Beckett, looked to be asleep but Cameron’s eyes were open, he was babbling to himself and when he saw Carter stretched his arms up, “Carcar.”

Carter approached the crib and lifted Cameron into his arms. “Shush. Let’s let your uncle sleep in this morning. He’s earned it”

The baby didn’t smell like he needed to be changed so Carter carried him on his hip to the kitchen. He rocked the baby lightly as a bottle warmed in the microwave. After feeding the baby, Carter put him into his carrier and took him into the small home gym. Cameron sucked his pacifier silently; content to watch as Carter ran on the treadmill.

“Maybe in the spring we’ll have to get one of those fancy strollers so I can take you jogging outside in the park with me. Would you like that, buddy?”

The little boy blew a snotty bubble in response.

Carter ignored the nagging voice in the back of his head that reminded him he had no idea if Preston and the babies would still be here come spring.

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