Home For The Holidays
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by Laura Baumbach
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
Description: Hunter Talos tries to make his pirate feel at home for the holidays while Aidan shows him just how hot a Caribbean Christmas can be.
eBook Publisher: MLR Press, LLC,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [29 KB]
Reading time: 12-17 min.
Talos stood in the center of the room, wearing his usual dress, his broad, heavily muscled chest and arms naked and inviting.
Pressing so closely to Talos that the lingering drops from his shower dripped to his lover's skin, Aidan reached out and rubbed his palms over the hard cartilage nubs on the warrior's breastplates. He didn't understand why, but he knew it inflamed the hunter's desires and he was very much interested in a bit of fire to warm up with right now.
"I see you've redecorated a bit whilst I was scrubbing me bones." He smiled up into Talos' brilliant violet eyes, a wry twist to his full lips. "The candles are a nice touch, but can't say the green and red do much for your eyes, luv." He tipped his chin in a questioning tilt. "What's the grand occasion?"
Grabbing onto Maymon's wet, slippery ass and tightly muscled thighs, Talos kneaded the smooth flesh, reluctant restraint in his expression. "A gift. I thought it might make being here more pleasant for you. Humans seem to want to be reminded of their birthplace during this religious ritual season." Talos' lightly kissed Aidan lips. "I wanted to give you pleasure."
"I know a better way for you to give me pleasure, luv."
The pirate seized the opportunity and pulled Talos' hairless, thick-skinned head back down to ravage the hunter's skilled, sensual mouth. Talos was the first male to actually kiss him as a lover and Aidan had discovered he loved doing it. Besides, the alien tasted like brandy, Aidan's favorite beverage.
After one startled second, Talos returned the voracious attention, stroking Maymon's tongue with his own, drawing a low moan of pleasure from his lover.
Aidan's fully erect cock jabbed against Talos' thigh. The pirate squirmed, trying to get closer then shoved Talos backwards. Still entwined, they both bounced on the large bed behind them. The pirate refused to release his hold on the warrior, keeping their lips sealed together and his tongue down Talos' throat.
Straddling the hunter's chest, Aidan tucked his knees into both of the Oracan's underarms, planting his bare ass on Talos' sternum and sat up straight, his eager cock bobbing in the air between them.
"Never celebrated Christmas the way your commander and Doc Rice do. This is all very lovely, mate, but doesn't mean much to me." He rubbed his palms over Talos' chest and delighted in the way his rough, tough lover seemed to melt into the bed.
A frown pinched together the nubbed ridges that ran above Talos' eyes. "With all the English sailors around Jamaica during that period in Earth's history, I thought you'd have acquired their customs just like you did their accent."
"Learned to speak the King's English on board ships and from the sailors in port, but me mum raised me and she's Indian, luv. 'Sides, the Caribbean does things a might differently." Aidan caught a fleeting glance of disappoint skitter across his lover's face. "But it were a lovely and kind thought." He wiggled his ass still resting on Talos' chest and watched the light in the hunter's eyes turn heated and bright.
Slowly sliding backwards off the warrior's long, thick body, Aidan evaded Talos' grasping hands and got to his feet.
"Caribbeanians celebrate Jonkonnu with dance. Performers parade down the streets of town and entice villagers to pay them for songs. If you pay you get a blessing on you and if you don't you get a biting song to embarrass you. But the dancing is the best part of the fun. I'll show you." Aidan shook his hair out of his eyes and ran his hands over his naked body in slow, provocative strokes. "Consider it my gift to you."
Grabbing a slim candleholder, Aidan blew out the flame and removed the candle. Taking a firm grip on the stick, he began beating out a primal one-two-three beat on the tabletop for several minutes, then he tossed the makeshift musical instrument in the air to Talos. The hunter caught in one beefy fist.
"Beat it like I just showed you. On the floor." He winked and gave Talos a cocky smile. "Easier if you can hear the music in me head this time, too, luv."
A deep, pulsing rhythm filled the room as Talos began beating the wooden candleholder on the floor, occasionally adding a tap to the side of the bed. As a member of a warrior race, primitive ritual was a part of his heritage and he was very familiar with the sexual implications of the beat of drums. His glance locked on Aidan's naked, now swaying body as his fist beat out the tune. His free hand found his own cock and he stroked it in time to the movement of his lover's hips.
Not having indulged much in dancing during his previous life, Aidan still had a smooth, flowing sway to his walk under the best of conditions. Years of life aboard ship had taught him that. When he added the seductive urges his mate made him feel along with the genetic changes being a lover to an Oracan caused in his body, he found performing a dance for his lover exciting and arousing.
Aidan spread his legs, bent his knees, and moved his arms through the air, mimicking all the many dancers he had witnessed in his early years on the islands. The dancers had been exciting and athletic in their movements. He tried to copy some of their more suggestive and sensual moves, picking ones that accented his naked stated and his erect, bobbing cock.
He stomped closer to Talos, his gaze taking in his lover's every reaction, watching for the moment when all the violet color disappeared from the hunter's eyes and only the yellow remained. By then he knew the warrior would be ravenous for him and would take him without hesitation. Aidan was amazed by the way Talos loved him--hard and powerful, while still caring for his every need at the same time.
Hips rotating and thrusting in time to the drumbeat, Aidan edged closer to the bed. The primal beat invaded his blood and his heart seemed to pulse along with it. A fine sheen of sweat covered his body and he shivered, adding a shimmy to the dance that caused his lover to gasp. Aidan shimmied again and grinned when Talos swallowed hard and continued to stare, the beat taking on a more powerful tone and moving faster.
When he was only two feet away from the bed, he turned and presented his firm, smooth ass to Talos. The stoic hunter lay propped up, stretched out on the side of the bed silently watching, waiting, and beating out the tempo. As he reached around to spread his cheeks open, Aidan found his arms pinned to his side and his body lifted off the floor to be deposited on the bed beside Talos. The pulsing beat was merely an echo in the room.
Talos made a rich, deep clicking ta-ti sound at the back of his throat and gave his young lover a look that Aidan thought of as pure, white-hot, lustful need. Aidan scrambled over Talos' body and positioned his ass against the hunter's groin. He stroked his open palms over his lover's softly, yielding breastplates.