Don't Need No Mistletoe
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by Penelope Rivers
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Rodney's lover, Gerry, left him for six months to go on a scientific study. It's just before Christmas, and Gerry is coming home. The only problem is, Rodney wants to give Gerry something special for Christmas-something very naughty.
eBook Publisher: Sugar and Spice Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [26 KB]
Reading time: 14-19 min.
It was the day that Gerry was due to arrive home and he was both nervous and excited all at the same time. He wanted to hug and kiss Gerry until they both fell to the floor panting with excitement because he hadn't seen him in so long, but yet he didn't want to bore Gerry to death with the same thing. That being the case, he was pacing in front of the door--as he had been for the past forty-five minutes--with all of the costumes in their bedroom laying on the floor for quick use.
He was practically wearing a hole in their carpet. I knew I should have picked him up from the airport. Gerry had insisted, because it was a two and a half hour drive, that he take a taxi home. Rodney had wanted to pick Gerry up.
Finally, after what had seemed like ages, a yellow taxi pulled up to the front of the house. Rodney hadn't seen Gerry for so long that he was overwhelmed by how sexy he looked, even though he appeared tired. Gerry's brown hair was streaked with a few strands of gray and was messy but sexy. His glasses were at the tip of his nose and his brown leather trench coat dusted his boots. He was holding a large, roll-on suitcase in one hand and a small, wrapped something in the other. Rodney trembled in excitement and didn't wait for Gerry to get to the door.
"Gerry!" Rodney wailed, opening the door and leaping out into the ankle-deep snow.
Gerry looked up at him and grinned, dropping his suitcase and opening his arms wide. Rodney ran into his arms and inhaled the scent of sweet leather. The two of them stayed like that for some time, holding onto one another and grinning. Rodney had forgotten how warm it was in Gerry's arms, even when he didn't have a coat on.
"Don't you ever leave me again," Rodney said with tears in his eyes as he looked up. "You have no idea how much I missed you."
Looking down at him with affection, Gerry said, "I really think I do."
After that, Gerry kissed him deeply, and Rodney tasted cherry cough drops. Rodney shoved his tongue into Gerry's mouth and moaned, eager for more. The two of them were stuck together so tightly that they barely made it inside. Gerry's suitcase lay in the snow, forgotten for the moment.
Gerry slammed the door shut the moment that they stumbled over the threshold, still kissing and embracing. At this moment, Rodney felt some of his thoughts return: You idiot, the costumes! Use them. You don't want to be boring, do you?
He looked up at Gerry and said, "I've got a surprise for you, baby."
"I got a surprise for you, too," Gerry said, leaning downward and sinking his teeth into Rodney's earlobe.
"I'll bet you that mine is bigger," Rodney said, backing away. "I'll be right back."
"Wait, can't we look at it after we--you know--greet each other?"
It was too late. Rodney was already in the bedroom. He was eager now, wanting to please Gerry more than anything else in the entire world. He looked down, wondering which costume Gerry would like better. He had gotten an array of everything from a firefighter to a dirty, S&M character with whips. He had flavored gels that tasted like desserts, and he had cream that got hot upon contact. It was all so tempting and he didn't know what to try first.
There was the sound of footsteps down the hallway, and he whirled around, nearly knocking into Gerry who had followed him. Gerry had been in the process of wrapping his arms around Rodney, but then they dropped to his side when he saw the sex things. His mouth also was wide open.
"Rodney, what the hell is this stuff?" Gerry asked.
Gerry didn't looked pleased, but it was hard to tell because he now had one of his hands pressed to his face. Rodney bit his bottom lip again. Suddenly, he had a feeling that Maggie was right about Gerry not being "into kink".
"I was...trying to find your thing," Rodney said.
"My thing?" Gerry parroted. "As in, what, exactly?"
Suddenly, Rodney felt hysterical. This was going all wrong. He had imagined himself marching out of the room in a costume, erect and confident. Instead, he was stumbling and unable to find his bearings. Gerry wasn't even happy with all of this stuff, and Rodney had bought it for him. Rodney didn't want to be dressed up as an elf with an ass flap, but he would have done it for Gerry.
"The lady at the store asked me what sets your heart aflame," Rodney said, getting hot in the face. "I didn't have an answer for her, so I felt like--like I--"
"Had to buy everything in the store?" Gerry asked, wide-eyed. "She totally tricked you."
"No, she didn't!" Rodney said, getting so upset that he wanted to punch a wall. Gerry was finally home. He was supposed to be happy, not sick to his stomach. "She was right. I'm your lover, and we've been together for ten years. I should know what makes you happy or lusty, whether it's whips or policemen or Frodo or some other kink--"
"Do you want to really know what makes my "heart aflame"?" Gerry asked, cutting him off. Gerry had been together with him long enough to head off his crazy rants before they got started.
"That's the point," he sighed. "I really don't. I feel terrible about that."
"You." Gerry looked at him pointedly. "You--without a costume, without anything else. These past six months have been terrible without you, so I want you--not someone in tight leather pants with hair that's made from grease. You're the man that I love."