He shut the door, cutting off a loud wail, and debated with himself for the hundredth time in the last hour. The Christmas presents weren’t going to buy themselves, yet he couldn’t quite make his hand un-grip the doorknob. I’m a coward. The manly thing to do would be to ignore the possibility of utter destruction inside and go— He winced at a particularly loud crash sounding from behind the door. 

“Raleigh!” Steven stuck his head out of the lift and nearly knocked off his top hat. “Let’s go. They’ll be fine.”

“They are going to destroy the entire castle.” And possibly one another. Why had he wanted more than two? Oh yes, he’d wanted Rexley and Payton to have more playmates. Galaxy, had he called that one wrong. Instead of playmates, he’d given Rexley more self-inflicted responsibility and Payton more partners in crime. Raleigh huddled deeper into his great coat. Perhaps he should go back in for a scarf. 

“Then let them. We’ll have another one built. Let’s go.” The last word was whined as Steven disappeared back into the lift.

Raleigh released the doorknob and prayed to whatever deity would listen. “Please, don’t let the kill each other.” Pains in the arses they may be, but he was rather attached to them.

A muffled feminine screech rent the air, followed by Rexley’s exasperated admonishment of “Muffin…” 

“And don’t let them drive poor Rexley insane.”  As Raleigh started down the steps, toward the lift, the front door flew open behind him. 

“Have fun shopping, Cony.” Tarren darted past, right down the front steps, and into the snow with no coat.

Raleigh opened his mouth to hail his youngest, but was jostled out of the way.

“Oh! I say, sorry, Cony.” Colton stopped and steadied Raleigh with a hand on his shoulder. Colton was nearly as tall as Raleigh now. “Thought you and Father had already left.”

“Not yet. What are you—”

“Got to go, Cony. Have fun shopping.” Colton bolted off the steps and into the snow, also without a coat, after his younger brother. “You are a dead man, Tarren.” 

Steven poked his head out of the lift again, and this time he did knock his hat off. He glanced left at the boys, now wrestling in the snow, and shook his head. He chuckled and turned his gaze back to Raleigh. “They’ll be fine. Rexley, Christy and Thomas can handle it until Nate and Aiden get back.”

“But—”

“Pick up my hat, will you?” Steven’s dark head disappeared out of view once more.

Raleigh groaned and stooped down to grab his spouse’s hat. He climbed into the lift and handed it to Steven as he sat down next to him. 

“Close lift door and continue to our destination.” Steven instructed the lift computer as he patted Raleigh’s thigh. He caught Raleigh’s chin, pulled him close and kissed Raleigh’s frown. 

Raleigh tried to relax, but—

Steven let out a long suffering sigh. “And send a message to Jeffers and tell him to fetch someone to bring Tarren and Colton in out of the cold before they get frostbite.”

“Yes, your Majesty.” The lift door closed and it began moving…in the wrong direction. 

Steven slid closer, and his leg nestled up against Raleigh’s as he tossed his top hat on the bench opposite them. His hand slid up Raleigh’s thigh, fumbling with his coat and his hot breath teased Raleigh’s ear. “Bloody hell, Raleigh. How many layers of clothing do you have on?”

“We’re going the wrong way. Classige is north of us, not south. I thought we were going shopping.”

Steven finally managed to get his hand under Raleigh’s coat. “We are, but we’re making a stop first.”

“Where—” 

Tugging at the placket of Raleigh’s trousers, Steven unhooked it and his tongue swept into Raleigh’s ear.  

Willing his errant prick to stop getting hard, Raleigh closed his eyes. Galaxy, he hated not being in control of everything.  He should have never allowed Steven to plan this outing. There was no time to fool around. “Steven, if we’re going to get all the--” A warm hand pushed his small clothes out of the way, gripped his cock and squeezed it into a full blown erection. Goose bumps erupted on Raleigh’s skin from the wicked tongue teasing him.

Steven licked along the shell of his ear before nipping the lobe. “Mmm... That’s my Cony. Body is willing, but your mind is still ticking away at all we have to accomplish.” His voice was low and seductive. His breath cooled the spot where his tongue had been seconds ago.

Raleigh shivered, trying to fight his body’s reaction. They had several gifts to— 

Steven stroked his cock with one hand and loosened Raleigh’s cravat with the other one.

Rallying one last effort, Raleigh covered his consort’s hand to stop the continuous caress on his prick. “We’ve got much to—”

The cravat came untied and Steven sank his teeth into Raleigh’s neck. 

He was a goner. Resisting Steven had never been one of his strong points. He was smart enough to know when he was beat. Thrusting up into Steven’s hand, he reached for Steven’s coat. The man had entirely too many clothes on. Where the hell was his dagger? He’d cut the bloody things off. 

Steven chuckled and kissed down his neck. When he got as far as Raleigh’s shirt would allow him to reach bare skin, he growled.

“I still say we don’t have time for this.” Of course, he no longer cared. He released Steven long enough to get his great coat and waist coat off, but Steven didn’t let go of Raleigh’s cock. He continued to stroke, at a firm and steady pace, sure to drive Raleigh out of his mind.

As soon as Raleigh’s outer wear was disposed of, he returned his attention to his consort’s coat trying to get it out of his way. It was still a little chilly in the lift making his nipples peek and the hair raise on his arms, but Steven was warming him up fast. 

His fingers finally managed work loose one of the buttons of the soft brocade waistcoat. “And you accuse me of wearing too much.” Oh yes, nice soft cotton and— if he pushed his hand inside—skin. He never got tired of running his hands over Steven’s wide shoulders and hairy, sculpted chest.

Steven merely grunted and urged Raleigh into his lap. 

Having been tugged by the prick, Raleigh had no choice but to stop fumbling with Steven’s clothing and straddle his thighs. Galaxy, he loved it when Steven was beyond speech. Those little grunts and groans were like music to Raleigh’s ears. He lowered his head and captured Steven’s lips as Steven jerked Raleigh’s lawn shirt down his arms. 

Buttons flew all over the lift and pinged off the walls and floor. Raleigh shut out the part of his brain that asked what he was going to wear while they were out shopping later. 

Sighing into Raleigh’s mouth, Steven ripped his own shirt open. He snuggled Raleigh close and mashed their skin together. 

Mmm, he was no longer cold. The hair on Steven’s chest tickled and his nipples pebbled even harder. He moved his hips a little reminding Steven his cock was out and quite ready to play with. 

“Ahhh.” Steven took over the kiss by thrusting his tongue inside Raleigh’s mouth. He fed from Raleigh’s mouth, tracing his teeth and nipping at his lips. Gripping Raleigh’s cock in one hand and his arse in the other, Steven leaned back studying the skin he’d revealed before pulling Raleigh closer and nipping his neck. “So bloody beautiful, Raleigh.” 

Raleigh let his head fall back and thrusted his hips up. The firm tug on his cock wrung a moan from him. Bloody hell, it had been days since they’d had time to themselves without interruptions. The last few days had been filled with Christmas balls and concerts. At night they’d fallen into bed exhausted.

“We’re here, my love.” Steven mumbled against Raleigh’s throat.

What? Raleigh raised his head. The lift had stopped. “Where are we?” He’d thought they were merely going to indulge themselves on the way into town.

Steven nuzzled Raleigh’s jaw and let go of his prick. “You’ll see. Put your coat on and gather your clothes.” He tapped Raleigh’s hip. “Come on.”

“I can’t leave the lift in nothing but a coat and my trousers.” Raleigh slid off Steven’s lap, tucked himself back in his trousers and buttoned them up. He reached for his shirt, but Steven leaned forward and caught his wrist.

“Leave it. Just get your coat. We’re not going far and there is no one else around. I’ve made certain there’d be a fire going inside.”

Raleigh frowned, his erection dwindling. He really did not want to get out of the vehicle nearly naked. Forget the scandal, what if someone attacked them or—

“Raleigh.” Steven pulled his own coat closed and grabbed Raleigh’s chin, forcing him to look at him. “Trust me.”

He did trust Steven, more than anyone in the galaxy, but it was his job to protect Steven. If someone— He reached down toward his boot for the knife hidden there.

Steven chuckled. “We’re not going to be attacked. Let’s go.”

Raleigh groaned. “You know me too well.” He stood, deciding to trust his spouse and put his coat on and buttoned it up. Besides, he was nearly as lethal without a weapon. “Steven where are we?”

“You’ll see.” Steven looked him over with a seductive smile on his face. “Open lift and extend steps.”

The door opened. 

The silence was deafening. There was no electrical hum and no children running amuck. It was like they were alone in the world. A feeling of peace washed over him, followed quickly by caution.    

The second thing he noticed was the glare of moonlight coming off the snow. It was beautiful, blue and silvery. Little crystals of ice shimmered on the ground below. The snow was absent of any foot prints. Where are we? It was a winter wonderland with trees and—  Raleigh sniffed.  Is that chimney smoke?

Steven climbed down the lift steps and out into the snow before Raleigh could insist he go first.

Raleigh hurried after him, “Stev—” He stopped dead in his tracks. 

Steven stood just outside the lift, smiling and staring at something to their right. Galaxy he was handsome. The snow dusted trees and moonlight highlighted the silver at his temples adding to his appeal. Raleigh could watch him for hours.

Finally, Raleigh turned his head. “Oh.” They were on the very south side of their property, approximately three miles from the castle. Raleigh took a step forward, his boots crunching on the snow.

The log cabin, built for hunting trips, sat in a clearing of tall pine trees. Dark smoke billowed from the stone chimney.  Something in Raleigh’s chest tighten. His knees grew weak. He hadn’t been here in some time. It looked exactly the same as it had the night of their nuptial ceremony.

“Come on, Cony. There’s a fire inside and a warm bed.” Steven strode toward the cabin.

Raleigh smiled as the memories came back to him and his prick hardened again almost immediately. This was the first place he and Steven had made love. He’d stormed out of the castle on his wedding night after the “plug tradition” daring anyone to follow him. No one had. No one but Steven that is. Steven had knocked on the door, not fifteen minutes after Raleigh had arrived at the cabin, cursing the cold. They’d warmed one another up while waiting for the fire to heat the one room cabin. 

There was no electricity in the small lodge, it was—in a word—primitive with a water closet and small shower as it’s only modern conveniences. But then that had been part of the charm, Raleigh supposed. Just the two of them out in the middle of the woods. It had been—he decided—the perfect start to a wonderful marriage.  

Jeffers had known where they were—he knows everything that happens on the grounds—but no one had bothered them until morning, when Thomas had brought them breakfast. They’d ended up staying in the cabin for four whole days. 

“Raleigh. Come on.” Steven stood in the open doorway of the hunting lodge, grinning at him. Apparently, Raleigh wasn’t the only one remembering their wedding night. 

The grin ratcheted up Raleigh’s arousal a notch. He hurried to the cabin, shutting himself and Steven inside. 

He shrugged out of his coat and studied the place. Steven had obviously sent someone to clean and lay a fire. The inside was just as he remembered. 

It was rustic, yet cozy. A large bed covered in navy flannel sheets turned down over heavy dark green blankets set adjacent to the large natural stone fireplace. The stone was native to Regelence, charcoal, brown and red lanite stone with glittering glass-like veins. The firelight made the stone shimmer. Fire from the fireplace was the only light in the room, just as it had been that first night.

Raleigh shivered remembering the way the firelight had played across Steven’s bare skin. There was a fireplace across from their bed in the castle, but something about that first time... Raleigh stepped behind Steven and ran his hands over the wide back before tugging the coat off Steven’s shoulders. 

After he removed Steven’s coat, he moved close, making sure their bodies touched. Rubbing his hard cock against Steven’s lower back, he reached around and began parting Steven’s shirt.

Steven laid his head back against Raleigh’s chest and turned his head sideways to kiss Raleigh’s neck. Groaning low in his throat, he allowed Raleigh to take off his waistcoat and shirt before he turned in Raleigh’s arms. He kissed Raleigh breathless, backing him toward the bed.

Moaning into his spouse’s mouth, Raleigh let himself be swept away. There was no place he’d rather be. When his legs hit the back of the bed, he broke the kiss and sat, reaching for Steven’s trousers. 

Steven’s thick hard prick strained at the placket of his black trousers, making Raleigh’s mouth water. He loved the taste of Steven, loved the soft tip of Steven’s cock tracing his lips. He unhooked Steven’s pants, freeing his cock.

Gripping the hard flesh, Steven held it towards Raleigh’s mouth. “Suck me.”

Raleigh groaned, his cock throbbing. He licked up his consort’s shaft and then back down before shoving the trousers lower. Tracing the prominent vein, he laved his way to the balls. He pressed his face forward feeling the soft sacks caress the bridge of his nose, before making his way back up and engulfing Steven’s cock. 

The familiar taste and feel exploded in his mouth, jolting his senses. He lost himself in the task of sucking. He knew exactly how to drive Steven crazy and set about doing so, using his saliva-slick hand to follow his mouth. In no time, Steven was pushing him back.

“Stop. Get your boots and trousers off.” Steven stepped back and began freeing himself from the rest of his clothing. 

Raleigh watched the play of muscles rippling across his abdomen for a second before attending to his own garments. Once he was naked, he pulled the dagger out of his boot and laid it on the nightstand and lay back on the bed. Without Steven so near, the warm air played over his bare skin making the hair on his legs stand up. It was exhilarating and exciting.  

Steven climbed onto the mattress joining him.

“Did you bring lube?”

The grin Steven gave him was downright wicked. He lay down beside Raleigh and turned toward the nightstand, giving Raleigh a view of a firm bitable arse. 

As Steven retrieved the lube, Raleigh gave into temptation. He scooted down and sank his teeth in to one round globe. 

Steven jerked forward. “Bloody hell.” He laughed and turned over. Tossing the bottle of lube onto the pillow, he grabbed Raleigh and rolled him onto his back. He straddled Raleigh, his fingers digging in, tickling Raleigh’s ribs. 

They ended up rolling around the big bed, laughing and wrestling. Raleigh finally managed to get on top. He stared down into sherry colored eyes that twinkled with mirth. Steven was the one and only person Raleigh could play with and cut loose. It was refreshing and relaxing to be able to do so. He always looked forward to his time alone with his consort. 

They stayed there for several seconds just staring into the others eyes. The laughter faded. 

“I love you.” Steven reached for him.

“And I you.” He bent down, offering his lips to his king. 

Steven seized his mouth. His tongue pushed inside and traced the depths of Raleigh’s. All the while his hands roamed over Raleigh’s back, hips and arse. “Get the lube.”    

Raleigh retrieved the bottle from the half underneath a pillow where it had ended up while they tussled on the bed. Before he could offer it to Steven, he found himself on his back with Steven on his knees between Raleigh’s spread thighs. 

“Mmm…” Steven bent forward and licked a line down Raleigh’s belly then captured his cock in his mouth. He hummed his pleasure, sending vibrations along Raleigh’s prick. 

It tickled and felt good at the same time. It made Raleigh’s balls draw tighter. Lifting his hips, he pushed himself further into his spouse’s hot mouth. “Oh galaxy, Steven.”

He was barely aware of Steven taking the lube from his hand or him opening the bottle, but the warm slick finger probing at his hole gained his undivided attention. It dragged a moan from his throat and a wiggle from his hips. 

The finger slipped in and out as Steven swallowed his cock. A tingle started at the base of Raleigh’s spine and radiated upward. He pushed down, trying to make Steven go deeper. “Steven, please.” He wanted Steven inside of him, not just a finger.

Another finger joined the first, working in and out, stretching him. The sting was wonderful, reminding him of that first night and how the feeling had actually frightened him. He’d been weary of the pain. Galaxy, he’d come along way from that naive sixteen year-old he used to be…they both had. 

When Steven added a third finger and let Raleigh’s cock slip from his mouth, Raleigh was damned near babbling incoherently. Steven was the only man in the entire universe who could make him beg…for anything.

Steven retrieved the lube again and drizzled it onto his cock, still working his fingers in and out of Raleigh. His gaze, however, was fixed on Raleigh’s bobbing prick. 

Raleigh glanced down and noticed the wet spot on his lower abdomen where the head of his cock had made contact. The shaft was still shiny from Steven’s saliva. 

“Are you ready for me?” Steven asked, withdrawing his fingers.

Raleigh whimpered at the loss and jerked his head in some semblance of a nod. “Always.”

Pushing Raleigh’s legs back, Steven lined himself up and glanced down at Raleigh making eye contact as he slid slowly in. 

It was heaven and hell at the same time. Raleigh wanted to close his eyes and just feel, but the look of sheer love and bliss on Steven’s face, kept his attention riveted to his love’s eyes. The look said as clearly as a shout, “I love you.” 

Raleigh smiled, then gave in and closed his eyes. Funny how over the years they’d learned to read one another so well.

Steven’s hips rested against Raleigh’s arse for only a brief second before he pulled back and thrust forward again. He was obviously past going slow. He wanted as badly as Raleigh. Steven jabbed forward with his hips, over and over. The sound of skin slapping together drowned  out the fire crackling in the hearth. Their breaths became panting groans as Steven moved faster and faster, fucking him with deep hard strokes.

Thrashing his head back and forth on the bed, Raleigh reveled in the lovely friction. Steven was so bloody thick, that it always made him feel like he was filled to capacity. He felt as though his balls were going to crawl right up into his body. Opening his eyes, he watched pearly drop glisten on the tip of his prick as it bobbed up and down, nearly slapping his belly with each of Steven’s forward thrusts.

Pushing Raleigh’s legs up further, Steven changed the angle.

“Oh bloody hell, there!  Right there.”

Raleigh fisted his prick and began stroking. 

Sweat trickled down Steven’s face, wetting the salt and pepper hair at his temples. More ran down his chest. It was an amazing sight, with his skin glowing golden in the firelight. Steven had alway been simply stunning, but Raleigh knew he’d remember him like this for a long time to come.

Whether it was the cock, the delicious drag of his hand on Raleigh’s prick or Steven’s sweat soaked body, Raleigh couldn’t say, but lightening raced up his back and pleasure rushed over him. His vision whited out for a few seconds, or perhaps he closed his eyes, and his entire body clenched as he came. The hot splash of cum on hit his stomach, just as Steven stiffened and shouted out above him. 

Warmth filled his ass, and then Steven let go of Raleigh’s legs and collapsed forward onto his hands. When he opened his eyes, he stared at Raleigh for several seconds.

Raleigh managed to lift his head off the bed just enough to brush a kiss across his king’s lips before letting his head fall back to the mattress. “Merry Christmas, Steven.”

The bed began to shake along with Steven’s shoulders. A chuckle escaped his mouth.

“What?”

“Merry Christmas?”

“Yes. Merry Christmas, I imagine it’s past midnight now.”

“I suppose you’re right, but I was really hoping for something a little more—”  He shrugged and rolled his eyes up like he was thinking. “A little more appropriate.”

Raleigh frowned.  “Like what?”

Steven’s eyes danced. “Oh like, Steven you’re a God, or Steven you—”

Raleigh groaned and grabbed his husband behind the neck and kissed him to shut him up. One thing hadn’t changed in twenty-five years…Steven’s enormous ego.

When Raleigh let him go, Steven smiled and rolled to Raleigh’s side making him hiss at the lovely feel of Steven’s cock slipping out of him.

Steven chuckled and nodded. “That’s a little more like it.  Merry Christmas, dear.”

Copyright December 2007 by J.L. Langley

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