Hot Chocolate

There was a pleasant, sugary aroma that comforted Jacques’ nose as he took a sip of hot chocolate while watching Carson put the last spoonful of cookie dough on a pan. He put down his mug just in time to fully concentrate on observing Carson as he began to sprinkle sugar over the whitish mounds that were methodically placed on the metallic sheet. Though Carson seemed undoubtedly content Jacques leaned against the counter while letting out an exasperated sigh.

“What are these for, again?” Jacques inquired irritably with his low, raspy voice. His voice coordinated with his demeanor for he was a tall man, with an angular chin that was covered with an abundance of cocoa-colored hairs that matched his somewhat brushed back mane and deeply carved eyes. He was rough, but good looking with a detailed body structure, not extremely muscular though, and somehow was able to keep his bronze tinted complexion despite the snowflakes falling outside, and his impatient, aggressive personality made sense with his distinct appearance.

Carson replied lusciously, “They’re for Santa,” before sliding the unbaked cookies into the oven and cheerfully setting the timer. He then picked up his own cup full of hot chocolate, gave Jacques a gentle smile, and took a sip of the liquid. Carson was practically the physical antithesis of Jacques, with his smaller stature and softer features, especially his face. Carson was pale with slightly pinkish cheeks, and had mixed blonde hair that hung over his cloudy gray eyes. He was generally quiet, cautious, and calm and he was so thin that he almost seemed sickly, and impossibly delicate, like a porcelain doll.

Jacques raised an eyebrow at his smaller companion while he prepared to take another sip of his drink, lifting the mug almost to his lips. “Exactly. Why are we making cookies for…” Jacques halted when he saw those large gray eyes look up at him with a mix of sorrow and pleading, his own widening a bit in worry.

“It’s a tradition…” Carson whispered as he looked down sadly, his finger tracing the rim of his own cup, which made Jacques sigh again, but then he had to put a comforting arm around the blonde, feeling guilty and slightly sympathetic.

As Jacques was pulling the other into a close embrace, he placed his drink back on the counter and opened his mouth to speak. “I’m sorry. I’m stupid, forgive me,” he said softly in the other’s ear and continued to hold him tight.

Carson shook his head and then put down his cup. He gave his normal cute smile when he said, “You’re not stupid,” and then giggled. Jacques couldn’t help but to join him, just like he couldn’t help but to gently grab the other’s smooth chin to pull him into a kiss. It was when Jacques’s tongue slipped into Carson’s mouth that Carson wrapped his arms around the brunette’s neck and simply melted.

Carson’s mouth tasted sweet, like chocolate, most likely from the warm beverage he was just drinking. Jacques could not deny that he enjoyed the taste, even more so now that it was from his lover’s tongue. The hand that rested upon the younger’s firm rump had discretely slid and slipped into the dirty blonde’s pants and a finger began to tease the entrance, causing Carson to inhale sharply and moan through the kiss. Jacques pulled back with a smirk, believing for a second that Carson’s moan was sweeter than his lips, but with a feline-like, mischievous glare and a bite of his bottom lip, Carson was about to prove him wrong.

Carson moved closer while letting his hands glide down Jacques torso until one could press firmly against Jacques’ manhood. Carson rubbed the older one until the flesh became hard and the older one groaned with growing desire. Jacques tried to capture Carson in another kiss, but Carson slipped away. Instead, he lowered himself and flicked his tongue across the clothed hard-on, gaining an exhale resembling a half-grunt, half-sigh, and all anticipating. Now with a proud smile on his face, Carson kissed the button of the older man’s jeans and then unfastened it. All it took after that was a slide of the zipper and a yank of the pants, and the boxers underneath, and Jacques, in all his glory, was free.

The mere sight of Jacques’ thick cock excited Carson, almost as much as having that cock inside of him. Carson traced his tongue along the bottom of Jacques’ penis while he listened to the older one suck in air through clenched teeth, before his tongue licked across the tip. Jacques threw back his head, let out a low moan, and jerked his hips forward. Carson repeated the motion, almost seeming as though Jacques’ cock was like an ice cream cone, and his face took on a child-like expression when Jacques had the same reaction the second time. With increasing enthusiasm, Carson continued with this method a few more times and then put the enlarged flesh into his mouth. Jacques groaned at the feel of Carson’s mouth surrounding him, and his need to have more caused him to grab the back of the blonde’s head and thrust into that mouth freely. Carson loved Jacques; loved Jacques’ dick; loved having Jacques’ dick in his mouth. He loved it so much that he could no longer keep his hand from finding his own erection and rubbing it in time with Jacques’ thrusts.

Jacques’ hips started to jerk again, indicating that his release was near. He moaned out Carson’s name before pulling the blonde’s head away and coming all over his face. Carson gasped and then moaned as he felt himself getting close too. Jacques kneeled down with a smirk and his hand never leaving the back of Carson’s head. Jacques’ other hand reached down and replaced Carson’s, stroking Carson’s swollen member with twice the speed. Carson choked and then cried out, and shortly after released all over Jacques’ hand. Carson was still panting when Jacques captured his lips in another kiss, now loving the taste of chocolate, his lover, and his own cum. Jacques found himself wanting more, and he could tell by Carson’s playful tongue and his eager yanking at Jacques’ shirt that he was not alone in this desire.

Jacques pulled away again and moved his lips to Carson’s neck. Carson sighed in response and then began to breathe out words while he continued to pull at Jacques’ shirt. “Jacques…I want it all off…”

Jacques looked at him with a confident smile. “Of course, my love. Even this?” Jacques’ thumb smeared some of the semen that was on Carson’s cheek, but the blonde’s only reply was a bite of his lip and a suggestive glance. Jacques groaned at the look he was given and needed another kiss before pulling the blonde’s shirt off.

Carson wrapped his arms around Jacques’ neck and pulled the brunette forward until he was lying on the floor and the other was above him. Then Carson quickly yanked Jacques’ offensive shirt off and tugged the man forward again for another short kiss, before Jacques pulled away to kiss at Carson’s chest, and then further down, leaving behind a wet trail on Carson’s chest and stomach as he let his mouth travel. Soon he found Carson’s navel and Carson drew in a sharp breath when he felt Jacques thrust his tongue into that hole and then sighed when he began to suck the skin, but only for a short while, for Jacques was quick to move to the younger’s pelvis and down his thighs, caressing them with his lips as he pulled off the younger’s pants, and all the while Carson began to breathe harder.

Then Carson started to stagger out breathless moans when Jacques lifted up his legs and started to tease Carson’s entrance with his tongue and the tip of his fingers. Carson stuttered in a loud whisper, “Jacques, yes…” but then it turned into a whimpered moan as he continued, “Oh god, yes.” And then Carson’s back arched, his head flew back, and he let out a loud cry when he felt Jacques’ tongue penetrate him while a hand found his twitching cock. Carson’s jaw was wired open as he continued to sigh and whimper at his lack of escape, for his hips had a mind of their own now; thrusting up into Jacques’ hand and pressing down to be fucked by Jacques’ tongue. And instinctively, Carson’s hips kept moving faster and his loud moans and sighs turned into chokes and jagged gasps. Carson’s mind was shutting down, and suddenly Jacques’ zestful tongue was traveling again, but now it made a path over Carson’s sack and gently moved across the bottom of Carson’s member. Carson sighed, “Oh” and then his chest expanded with the deep breath he took afterwards.

Carson looked at Jacques with hazy, but expectant eyes when Jacques took hold of his ankles. Jacques looked back at Carson and then groaned as he slipped his long, fat dick into Carson’s tight ass. Carson’s mouth fell open and his back arched again, and he was frozen like that until Jacques had all his glory in that tight hole. Jacques only paused for a second before he slid part way out of Carson only to pound back into him, repeating this over and over again. He started out a little slow at first, and then gained momentum, trying to go a little deeper each time. He let go of Carson’s ankles and let them fall around his hips and grabbed onto Carson’s, in attempt at giving Carson more. The sounds that Carson was making were louder than before, and Jacques’ name was called out routinely in between pants and moans. Jacques joined in on the panting, and occasionally added a grunt or a groan to the melody, especially as Carson’s hips began to press down on him, making him go deeper. But still, it wasn’t deep enough. Jacques took a firm grip of Carson’s hips and pulled Carson towards him while he rammed into him, with very pleasing results. Carson yelled out, and his back bent so much it seemed like it wanted to break, and it was Jacques’ turn to throw his head back and moan. Over and over again Jacques fucked Carson like this, and over and over again their bodies shook from it.

It wasn’t long before Jacques began to notice himself losing rhythm as his body started coming to its limit again. Carson was there too, and they both felt the other one getting close. Carson started to reach for his peaking heat, but Jacques’ hand got there first, and pumped the blonde with the same ferocity in which he was pounding him, and thus Carson’s defeat. The blonde started with a loud moan and then yelled as he began to orgasm a second time, but this time painfully more wonderful as that white substance even reached his lover’s chest. The spasms and clenching of Carson’s body was what spelled the end for the brunette, who came inside the other with a low, ringing cry.

Both boys did not move, but only panted, their bodies wet with sweat. They seemed to be lost in the aftermath, but then Jacques smiled at Carson, who responded to the expression with a sweeter one, and somehow that said everything they wanted to say. Jacques leaned over to kiss his adorable little snow angel but then there was a beeping noise behind him. Jacques was thoroughly confused for a moment, his mind still in a heated haze, until Carson began to giggle.

“The cookies are ready,” Carson informed brightly.
Even then Jacques needed a moment to understand the information before he hung his head and whined, “Stupid cookies…”

Carson grabbed Jacques’ face with both his hands while he laughed, and then he placed a soft kiss on the brunette’s nose before whispering, “But we have to wait for them to cool…”
Jacques chuckled, “Works for me.” With that and a smile, he trapped Carson’s lips in another loving kiss, and further falling in love with the wonderful taste.