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  The Best Gift

  Xondra Day

  Published by Iron Rose Press

  www.ironrosepress.com

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2011, Xondra Day

  Other titles by Xondra Day:

  Power Play

  Beyond Friends

  The Blood Between

  Menage On The Prairie

  Star Treatment

  The Men Of Buckshot Ranch: Jay

  Our Dirty Little Secret

  Just Upstairs

  Kissing Michael

  Cutter

  My Gay Zombie

  The dreaded family Christmas Eve shindig was pretty much the same as last years. Uncle Moses was drunk and talking about some story from his youth. Aunt Shirley was eating far too much and complaining about the woes of gaining weight during the holiday season. And his parents had their first minor tiff of the night. Yup, it was usual standard start to Christmas at the Adam’s household.

  “Can you believe this?” asked his younger sister, Jen. “And to think I came home from New York for this. If Uncle Moses tells me one more time how mature I look, I swear I will scream.”

  Patrick smiled and nodded. “Drink more,” he replied, holding up his half-filled glass of white wine. “It helps, trust me. It’s the only thing that works.”

  Jen sat next to him on the couch and smirked. “I’ve been drinking since six. Sober so wouldn’t be good right now.”

  “Everyone?” called his mom, as she entered the living room. “Jayne and Jack are here.”

  He watched as a couple around his parents age walked into the room carrying brightly wrapped packages which they handed to his mom. Others in the room went to greet them and when the little mob broke up, he noticed someone else standing there who he didn’t know in the shadows. “Who is that?” he asked, nudging Jen.

  “Oh darling, that’s the Moore’s son, Ryan. Isn’t he gorgeous? He’s a doctor and totally single. I think I just might have to say hello.”

  He watched his sister cross the room and for a moment he wished he’d had her confidence. He’d been single now for nearly a year. Ben had been cheating on him with a mutual friend and well, he couldn’t get over it and forgive him. He did try, but it wasn’t happening. The trust had left their relationship and without it they had very little left between them.

  His eyes drank the handsome stranger in and he smirked as he watched Jen do her thing. The guy was tall, dark, and handsome. It was cliché to think it in his mind and he snickered as he took the rest of this fine specimen of man in. He wore a well-tailored charcoal grey suit and his should length black hair framed his face just enough to highlight his classic, chiselled jawline.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” He looked to his left, disturbed from his thoughts.

  “Yeah, mom, everything’s great. You managed to pull it off again this year,” he lied.

  “Do you really think so? I get so nervous entertaining. I don’t know why I put myself through this torture every single year.”

  “It’s because you love it,” he said, standing. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re always taking care of others and you’d have it no other way.”

  “I guess,” she replied, patting him on the shoulder.

  “I need some air. I’m going to head out on the back patio for a bit.” He pulled a cigar from his jacket pocket and held it under his nose. “I know you don’t like me smoking them in the house.”

  “I don’t like you smoking them period,” she scoffed, raising one finely plucked brow. “But if you must, I’d prefer that you do it outside.”

  ****

  The frosty night air jolted through him bringing him back from the haze he’d been enveloped in back inside. He lit the cigar and then looked up at the night sky. The stars were out in full force and the light from the moon illuminated the garden causing the newly fallen snow to sparkle. He remembered as a kid waiting up for Santa and looking out through his bedroom window after his parents had gone to bed. At any time he expected to see the jolly old soul ride across the backyard in his sleigh, but he never managed to stay awake long enough. Sometimes he wished he could go back to that time. Life was heck of a lot simpler back then with no worries or life complications.

  From inside he could hear Burl Ives singing about having a jolly Christmas. Yup, it was another Christmas home and another year almost passed. He leaned over the patio railing and thought about Ben. He wondered where he was and who he was spending Christmas with. They’d been together for almost three years. It had been his longest relationship since he’d come out when he was eighteen six years ago.

  “Nice night.”

  Patrick turned and almost dropped his cigar. It was the stranger, the handsome doctor who Jen had tried to put the moves on. Up close he was downright smashing. And tall, he was very tall. “It is,” he replied, taking in a deep breath of air. “The air is very crisp.”

  “Cuban?”

  “What?” For a moment his mind went blank.

  The stranger grinned. “You’re cigar. Is it Cuban?”

  “Ah..no. It’s just one I bought from a nearby smoke shop.”

  “I don’t partake myself, but my father likes to smoke them on occasion.” He extended his hand to Patrick. “You’ll have to forgive my rudeness. Ryan Moore.”

  They shook hands and Patrick couldn’t help that when Ryan released his hand from his strong grip his fingers lingered on his palm as Ryan pulled away. “Patrick Adams.” Their eyes met for a moment and their gaze held. There was that sense of knowing between them, each aware of the other’s persuasion. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  ****

  Ryan moved to the railing next to Patrick. Being this close to him, he could smell his cologne, a mixture of spice, and woodsy undertones along with just the slightest hint of vanilla.

  “What brings you here?” asked Patrick. “I would think that a guy like you would have other ways of spending this night besides attending a party thrown by my parents.”

  “A guy like me?”

  Patrick grinned. “Yup, that’s what I said…”

  The boy was flirting with him. It was so obvious and he liked it a lot. “Elaborate please.” His coyness was both deliberate and intentional.

  “You’re a good looking guy. I’d just assumed that you’d be off somewhere, perhaps someplace exotic locked in a room with some hot chick.”

  Ryan snickered inwardly at the very idea. “You’re wrong in so many ways, mister.” He reached out and pressed one finger against Patrick’s chest. “I don’t do exotic nor do I do,” he hesitated before saying the last word, “chicks.” He moved closer to Patrick. “My interests lay elsewhere.”

  Patrick looked up at him. “Do I interest you?”

  He curled one hand around Patrick’s waist and slipped in down below the waistband of his trousers until he felt the band of the man’s briefs. “That should answer your question and forgive my boldness, but I’m a man who goes after what he wants when he sees it.”

  Patrick swallowed hard. “I live two houses down.”

  “Are you hitting on me? Are you asking me to come home with you, Mr. Adams?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m asking. Meet me out front. I’ll tell my sister that I’m leaving and you can excuse yourself to your parents.”

  ****

  Patrick’s cock throbbed inside his trousers. Hell, he would have dropped to his knees on the patio to please Ryan.

  He cornered Jen in the kitchen as she poured another glass of wine for herself. “Interesting development,” he said. “I’m taking the dashing doctor home with me.”

  Jen’s eyes went wide with surprise. “You’re fucking joking, right? He’s gay? Well that explains why he had no interest in
me. You lucky fucking bastard! I want details in the morning.”

  Outside, Ryan waited. “I told my parents I wasn’t feeling great,” he said. “The alternative would have been to tell them that I was going back to your place to ravage you, but somehow I don’t think my mom would have wanted to hear that.”

  “You’re not out?”

  “I totally am, but you know how parents can be. They don’t want to hear about my sex life. It’s a mutual thing since the thought of them doing it makes me want to scour my brain with bleach!”

  “Yup. The thoughts of my parents…blech!” He made an exaggerated face to accentuate his point and they both cracked up laughing.

  They walked side by side down the street taking in the Christmas lights. “It’s almost magical. I still get that feeling that I got as a kid,” said Ryan. “It’s like anything’s possible and the world as a whole seems just a tad better than it is usually.”

  Patrick felt Ryan’s hand slide into his. “Are you drunk?” he asked, jokingly.

  “Sober as the preacher’s wife. Not one drop except for a small glass of eggnog.”

  He stopped in front of his house. “This is it and be careful on the walkway. It’s icy.”

  ****

  “Fuck me,” he exclaimed once inside the front door as Patrick pushed him up against the wall, taking him by surprise.

  Patrick flashed him a wicked grin as he removed his coat and jacket. “I plan on it, all night long,” he replied.

  Ryan felt his cock jump at the thought. It had been quite a while since he’d last had sex. “Promise?” he asked, just before their lips met for the first time.

  Patrick pulled away from him. “It’s a given.”

  They kissed fast and hard, their tongues merging inside Ryan’s mouth. He felt Patrick grind against his leg, the man’s hard cock begging to be let free. When their kiss broke this time, he was left gasping for air. “We need to take this to your bedroom.” He leaned in to kiss Patrick, taking the lead.

  He followed Patrick down the dimly lit hall into the bedroom and once the door was closed behind them, he removed his jacket and started to undo his shirt. Patrick sat on the edge of the bed watching him while he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. “Undress for me slowly, tease me.”

  He slid his shirt down from his shoulders and then slipped it from his arms. He was proud of his body and didn’t mind showing off his muscular build. “You like?” he asked, stopping at his belt, one hand gliding across his chest.

  Patrick leaned back on the bed and pointed at his tented crotch. “That’s your answer right there. I like, a lot. Turn around for me.”

  “Like this?” He spun around and undid his bed. He then lowered his trousers down below his ass.

  “Fuck, you have me burning up here,” said Patrick.

  “I’m glad you like. The underwear, should I keep them on for now or lose them?”

  “Keep them on. You’re my early Christmas gift and I want to unwrap your package.”

  ****

  Ryan pushed him back on the bed and then straddled him. Patrick liked it when a man took control and having this hunk of a man holding him down, he was more than ready to relinquish his control.

  “So, Mr. Adams. Now that I’m here, what would you like me to do to you?”

  “Mmm, well you’re in a good position to start.” He bucked his hips up against Ryan’s firm ass.

  “You’re not putting that big cock inside my ass, babe.” A wry grin curled across Ryan’s lips. “But I bet you can take it like a man no problem. Your ass looks extremely fuckable.”

  The truth was he rarely bottomed. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, but most of his relationships didn’t play out that way. He was always the one with the control and he rather liked it that way. “It’s been a while for me,” he admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

  “It’s been a while for me too. I promise I’ll go slow and won’t hurt you…much.” Ryan winked and sat back, his ass directly on Patrick’s crotch. “You’d tear me apart with that thing, and right now I want nothing better than to taste you.”

  He liked the sound of that. He watched as Ryan scooted off him and slid down to the bottom of the bed. He then hooked his thumbs into Patrick’s trousers and in one hard yank, pulled them down around his ankles. “The boxers are cute,” said Ryan, and as much as I like rainbows, they have to go.” And they did, just as his trousers had gone.

  He felt exposed and ready for whatever the hot doctor tossed at him. His hard cock stood straight and proud waiting for much needed attention, and when Ryan took him in his mouth, he jerked his head back and let out a deep groan of satisfaction. God, the man was skilled beyond belief and from the way Ryan worked his cock with his tongue, this wasn’t his first time sucking cock. “Fuck,” he said, feeling his balls rise. “That feels so freaking good. Merry Christmas to me!”

  Ryan looked up and ran his tongue across Patrick’s cockhead. “This is only the beginning. I’m going to make you see stars, babe. You’ll be begging me not to stop.”

  ****

  Ryan loved it when Patrick squirmed as took the guy’s cock deep inside his throat until he felt his gag reflex kick in.

  He massaged Patrick’s balls with one hand with the other he reached down to jack his own throbbing cock. He knew what would come next and he wanted it bad. He wanted to feel this hot man clamping his tight ass down on his cock while he fucked him like no tomorrow. He wanted to make Patrick yell his name and beg him to fuck him harder.

  He spread Patrick’s legs and pushed them back until Patrick’s feet rested on his shoulders, and when he lowered his head and reached his desired target, he felt intense desire rush through him like liquid fire.

  “Holy crap,” said Patrick. “Oh yeah, eat my ass.”

  He ran his tongue up and down the man’s hot ass-crack and then zeroed in on the guy’s tight little hole. Patrick pushed his ass against Ryan’s face and he loved it. He smirked as he swiped his tongue across the hot ring of muscle. This cutie was a total bottom boy, but he just didn’t know it yet. Some things in life had to be learned, slowly.

  From the first moment earlier that night when he arrived at the party, he knew there was something special about Patrick. He noticed how Patrick had looked at him. The attraction was mutual and instant. It was turning out to be a great Christmas after all.

  “Man, if you keep that up you’re going to make me shoot my load,” warned Patrick. “I’m just about ready to let loose here.”

  He sat up and got off the bed. “Not yet, the nights still young. I trust you have condoms and lube?”

  ****

  Of course he had condoms and lube. He was big on safety. “In the nightstand,” said Patrick. He was a little nervous at the prospect of being fucked.

  “On your knees,” ordered Ryan. A half grin formed on his lips and he raised one brow. “I’ll go easy on you. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me and I will.”

  He rolled over on his stomach and raised his ass in the air until he was in the proper position. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted Ryan to fuck him bad. Hell, his asshole twitched just thinking about having that thick fucker inside him.

  “You’ve got a perfect ass,” said Ryan moving in behind him. “It’s nice and firm.” Patrick yelped as Ryan brought down one of his meaty hands against his cheeks. “Bad boys need to be disciplined,” he scolded. “And you were very naughty tonight at the party the way you looked at me when I first walked in the door, and then there was the obvious way you flirted with me outside. That was extremely naughty.”

  Patrick felt Ryan’s hand against his cheeks again. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “It’s just that I was so attracted to you.” He surprised himself with the way things were playing out between them.

  “Is that so? What did you want to do with me when you say me? I bet you were thinking dirty thoughts.”

  “I wanted to do things to you.” He blushed as he thought about say
ing everything outright.

  “Like?” Ryan ripped open the condom packet and rolled it down over his cock as Patrick watched him over his left shoulder.

  “I wanted to suck your cock. I wanted to taste you in my mouth and have you come all over my face.”

  “Anything else?”

  He thought for a moment. “I wanted to take you home.”

  “And here we are. Spread your cheeks and show me your tight little manhole.”

  ****

  Ryan lubed Patrick’s hole and slipped one finger inside to help loosen him. “Ease into it,” he encouraged. “And breathe nice and deep. The more you relax the easier it will be for both of us.”

  “That’s easy for you to say since you’re not the one about to get fucked.”

  He laughed and slipped a second finger into Patrick. “Next time, babe. There’s always the next time.”

  “God, go easy,” said Patrick with an added grunt.

  “Oh come on. Take it like a man. I know you can take it better than you’re letting on. You’re a big ole bottom but won’t admit it.” He laughed and stroked his cock. “I’m going to fuck you so good, babe. You’ll love my cock inside you.” He smirked as he withdrew his fingers from Patrick’s twitching hole. It reminded him of the many prostrate exams he’d given during his practice. He loved sticking his finger up some cuties backside, even if it was a patient and he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying the procedure in that way. The best times were when the guys got hard. It surely wasn’t intentional, but it was rather hot thinking that his manipulations inside their assholes caused them to become erect.