Under The Mistletoe (John & Luke - Pt 2)

Under The Mistletoe (John & Luke - Pt 2)

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

John & Luke have returned to their own schools, both anxious to get back together again at Christmas. Talking constantly on the phone and through the computer, they can barely wait to see each other and satisfy their pent up passion of being apart for a month. But when Luke abruptly goes "silent" just before they are about to head home for Christmas, John is confused and worried. Unable to contact Luke at all, John is hopeful all will be explained once he gets home and can talk to Luke face to face. Except - Luke isn't there waiting for him, and John is consumed in a whirlwind of doubt that quickly escalates into a storm of heartache and fear.

Summary

John & Luke have returned to their own schools, both anxious to get back together again at Christmas. Talking constantly on the phone and through the computer, they can barely wait to see each other and satisfy their pent up passion of being apart for a month. But when Luke abruptly goes "silent" just before they are about to head home for Christmas, John is confused and worried. Unable to contact Luke at all, John is hopeful all will be explained once he gets home and can talk to Luke face to face. Except - Luke isn't there waiting for him, and John is consumed in a whirlwind of doubt that quickly escalates into a storm of heartache and fear.

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Submitted: April 27, 2016

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John ran a comb through his hair then fluffed the strands with his fingers—the way Luke liked. He thought it was sexy. John didn’t see it, but if Luke Rivers said it was so, then it must be true. His eyes skimmed his reflection in the mirror, surveying his clothing that consisted of light blue jeans and a dark blue button shirt with pale blue pin stripes. Maybe Luke’s right—you are kind of a hottie. He winked at himself and grinned. His laptop dinged in the other room and John abandoned his primping and self-admiration, making a beeline straight to the computer. The notification for a video chat blinked on the screen. John’s pulse instantly kicked up and his crotch hardened as he opened the chat and Luke’s face appeared.

“Hey sexy.” Luke grinned—then scooted back a bit so John could see he was wearing only a t-shirt and boxer briefs. A prominent bulge swelled the crotch of his briefs.

“Did you start the party without me?” John queried with a crooked smile.

Luke chuckled and rubbed his package. “Oh no, this is just the result of me thinking about your hot bod.” He gazed at John. “By the way, you’re looking fucking sexy.”

“Right back atcha.” John grinned, wishing he could crawl through the computer screen and sample the guy’s sexiness in the flesh. “God, man, I miss you like crazy. I’m so fucking horny for your ass.”

“You and me, both.” Luke groaned, and then smirked. “I mean, horny for your ass.”

“I can’t believe it’s only been a month.” John sagged back in his desk chair and massaged his throbbing cock. “Feels like a fucking year.”

“No shit.”

John watched Luke’s hand conform to his hard crotch and slowly squeezed and massaged. John’s member responded as attentively as if Luke were rubbing him. “These next couple days are going to feel even longer,” he said with a rasp. “You had better fucking be home when I get there, because I’m going to be making the whole damn drive with a raging hard-on that I’m going to need to take care of as soon as I arrive.”

“Don’t worry,” Luke assured him, smiling. “I’ll be on you like white on rice on a paper plate in a snowstorm.”

“Shit,” John grinned. “That was a mouthful.”

“No…” Luke smiled wryly and gripped his crotch. “This is a mouthful.”

That was no lie. John instantly began to salivate—he hadn’t tasted Luke’s cock since the Sunday after Thanksgiving. He shivered with the memory of that weekend. Thursday through Sunday—over three full days of fucking and…A dreamy smile teased John’s lips; and snuggling. The sex was out of this world, but in a way it was just the icing on an already delicious cake. Luke was no longer just a high school sex fantasy—he was everything John had ever wanted in a boyfriend, emotionally as well as sexually.

“What’re you smiling about?” Luke’s voice snapped him out of his little reverie.

John sighed and shrugged. “Oh nothing important,” he mused.

“Hm.” Luke stared at him in doubtful amusement. “So…are you going to kiss me under the mistletoe?” Luke’s amusement deepened with a glimmer of mischief.

“Uh…” John’s eyes narrowed a little. “…sure.”

“Promise?”

With a short laugh, John nodded. “Yeah, I promise.”

Luke winked. “All right, then. Just remember you promised.”

“Okay,” John frowned, an uncertain smile on his lips. “I’ll remember.”

Luke chuckled. “So what did you get me for Christmas?”

“I’m not going to tell you,” John rolled his eyes. “You have to wait till Christmas morning.”

Luke smiled darkly. “Is it you…naked under the tree with a bright red bow tied around your candy cane?” He wriggled his eyebrows. “You think if I lick and suck it enough, it’ll melt in my mouth?”

“Stop,” John groaned, his crotch throbbing madly. “I’m too horny as it is. And we still have two days before we can really do something about it.”

“First…” Luke held up a finger. “There is no such thing as too horny. And second…” He grinned. “Is that what I will find under the tree Christmas morning?”

John laughed and shook his head. “No. But you may find it under you Christmas Eve night.”

“Works for me,” Luke accepted eagerly. He rubbed himself harder, his eyes growing heavy with hunger. “For now, if I must, I will admire that hot bod from afar. So show me the goods.”

John started to peel off his shirt when Luke stopped him.

“Do a strip tease.” Luke smiled. “Turn on some music. I know you’ve got the moves.”

John stared at him. “You’re the agile athlete.”

“I’ll tease you later,” Luke assured. “Come on. Please? Think of it as a pre-Christmas gift to me.”

“And what do I get?”

“The thrill of turning me on?” Luke cocked an eyebrow.

“I already have that,” John smirked, but knew he was in trouble when Luke just gazed at him in that way that made John want to sell him his soul. Luke definitely had the upper hand in this relationship. John had yet to deny him anything he asked for—sexually or otherwise. “Fine,” John groaned. “But you better not make fun of me.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Luke murmured. “I’ll be too busy fondling myself and imagining what I’m going to do to that ass when I get a hold of it.”

John searched through his music and chose a song with the proper beat and tempo, then backed away from the desk so Luke could get the full body view. Truth was, John liked to dance—and Luke knew it. They’d performed a couple little strip teases for each other over Thanksgiving weekend. Of course, they had been right there together, helping each other strip.

He let the music take him as his body began to sway and his fingers slowly plucked open his shirt buttons. Luke leaned back in his chair and squeezed his crotch hard, his hand flexing forcefully around his swelling cock. John’s shirt came off in ultra-slow motion, melting down his arms and sifting to the floor. He seized Luke’s heated stare and moved a fraction closer to the laptop to give Luke an in-your-face view of his crotch as he unfastened his jeans and slid down the zipper. He folded open the fly and slipped his hand down inside between his jeans and briefs, and rubbed sensually.

“Ahhh fuck…” Luke groaned, his breath unsteady and quick. His own hand pushed under the elastic band of his boxer briefs and cupped his dick, stroking himself inside the cotton cage. “Oh my God…I want to fuck you so hard right now.”

John smiled and gyrated his hips, twisting his ass around to Luke—then took his time working his jeans off his hips. His jock strap left his ass exposed and it was slowly revealed to Luke as his pants slid down half off his firm cheeks. He slid his hands over his ass, fingers shoving under the jeans as he massaged and squeezed his flesh, gradually pushing his pants further down until his entire ass was exposed. Luke groaned loud as John ran his fingertips between his cheeks, then a single finger delved deeper and probed his hole.

“You’re fucking killing me,” Luke whimpered. His breath came harder and John didn’t have to look to see that he had his cock out, full-on stroking. “Fuck, John boy, I want to sit your sweet ass on my dick so fucking bad.”

His own pulse racing wildly, John faced Luke and commenced with the strip tease, his crotch straining the cotton fabric. As soon as the jeans were removed, he swayed to the music and caressed his body all over, one hand dipping into his crotch and working his raw flesh.

“Oh fuck, baby…” Luke panted. “Get on the bed and let me watch you get off. I’m so close to fucking blowing my wad.”

John took the laptop and placed it on the end of the bed then situated himself against the pillows and slipped off his underwear. His thick, hard member stood as rigid as a steel pole. He grabbed a tube of lube, coated himself then began to stroke up and down his shaft.

“Ahh fuck…” Luke gasped unevenly, then quickly took his own laptop to his bed, shed his clothes and commenced beating off. “Oh God, John…there’s not going to be any foreplay when we get home. Not the first time anyway. I just need to fuck.”

“Fine by me,” John panted as sweat began to glisten his skin. “Uuh…” He pumped his hips, driving his cock through his fist harder and faster as he watched Luke’s own hand glide urgently up and down his stiff shaft. “Oh fuck, Luke…fuck…I want you in me so fucking bad…pounding me hard and deep.” His face pinched as his balls tightened and his orgasm began to burn through him. He clutched his cock fiercely and pumped himself faster and faster. “Uuuhh! Luke!”

Luke’s short, hard gasps burst from the laptop speakers, the man’s face a glossy sheen as he rocked his bed with the force of his activity. “Fuck…John! Uuuhh—I’m gonna fucking come!” His fist was a blur as his body strained, in sync with John’s own vigorous stroking. Luke yelled and came hard, flicking shots of creamy juice all over his torso. “Fuuuck!”

The sight of Luke unloading was the final straw and John burst, shouting and whipping his hand up and down his cock, squirting cum into the air. “Fuck! Uuuhh!” His hips arched with force as he erratically worked through the orgasm, his chest heaving.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Luke panted hard. “Oh my God, that is so fucking sexy.”

John released a hard gasp and sagged against his pillows, eyes heavy and a satisfied smile on his lips. “Shit, Luke…” He breathed shakily. “I can’t wait to fuck you for real.”

“Soon, baby,” Luke groaned and smiled. “Soon.

 


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