Free Season's Greetings by Lee Brazil

began draping it around the three foot tall tree that stood on a small corner table. “The thing is, Grant. I know you love being a detective, and it’s a sexy and meaningful job. I don’t love working at the bank.”
    Grant peered into the box, sniffing. “Is that popcorn?”
    “Yeah. Popcorn garland is a time-honored holiday tradition.”
    “It is? But…do they really use movie theater butter flavored popcorn for that?”
    Snorting, JT continued draping the strand. “You have no idea what I went through for this. That’s it then? You have nothing to say about me working?”
    Grant embraced his lover. “I make less than half what you make at the bank, JT. You know that. If you don’t want to work, don’t work. But you should know that I can’t support you in the style you’re accustomed to.”
    JT relaxed back into him, clasping their hands together. “I know. And I know you think I can’t make it without the money, but I can. Not that we’ll have to. You do know that the reason my father wanted to pay you to get out of my life is because when we get married the money is all mine and he can’t dole it out anymore, right?”
    “Er…no. I didn’t know that.” Trailing his lips over the still damp skin of JT’s neck and shoulder, Grant tugged open the belt of the fluffy robe. He shrugged off his own robe, then pushed JT’s robe until both of them pooled on the floor at their feet.
    JT twirled in his arms and threw himself at Grant, bringing their bodies flush. “You mean you tore up that check thinking we’d live in abject poverty on your salary? That is so romantic!”
    Capturing JT’s lips in a kiss, Grant was tempted to allow his lover to keep that rosy view. Finally, he broke away, breathing heavily. Honesty was the best policy. “Well, to be honest, baby, I figured we’d combine my wages and yours and live a damn good life. I didn’t know you didn’t want to work, did I?”
    “You don’t mind, though, do you?”
    It was hard to mind anything when JT’s clever hands were roaming across Grant’s body, stroking sensitive nerve endings to tingling life before moving on to another patch of skin, another set of needy nerves. “No. I don’t mind.” He slid one hand down the bumpy column of JT’s spine, cupped his firm buttock, and lifted JT against him to rub their cocks together again. “I love you, JT.” The hoarse sound of his own voice startled him.
    JT’s fingers linked behind Grant’s neck, and he pulled him down for another kiss. Tongues tangled in an erotic tease that stole Grant’s breath and sent his blood surging. Gently, he pushed JT down until the two of them lay entwined on the bathrobes, kissing desperately as desire built from want to need.
    JT tore his mouth away and stared at Grant with pleading blue eyes. “Will you…” His voice trailed off, and he turned his head, arching his neck.
    Grant shuddered. JT was perfect for him. His cravings were an exact match for Grant’s own idiosyncrasies. “Oh yes,” he murmured, tracing a single finger over the tiny red marks of his teeth in JT’s supple skin. JT shivered at his touch, his cock jerked between them, and Grant moaned. “Mmm.” He pressed another kiss to JT’s plump lower lip, dragged his mouth down over the faint stubble that grew on his lover’s chin. Savoring the tingle, he gently kissed those tiny tooth marks, the marks of his possession, his claim.
    Grant licked the spot, then sucked it lightly before kissing it again. JT whimpered, clutching his head to hold him in place as his breath rushed hot and fast across the damp mark. “Now, please, Grant.”
    “Not yet, baby.” Grant smoothed his hands along JT’s thin rib cage, stroked his taut muscles. JT shifted, spreading his thighs and Grant settled easily between them, his cock gliding in a silky caress along JT’s erection.
    His teeth sank into his lower lip and he counted backward from ten to one in his head. He wanted to come with JT clenching