Chapter Twelve

Dane

He remembered very clearly going to bed alone. Brandon, Ezra, Dom, and Lake had been sacked out on the air mattress in the living room with Maverick close by. Dane was not alone as he woke up.

Tightening his arms, Dane opened his eyes, peering down at the dark head of his love.

Dane was surprised he hadn’t woken up at Brandon climbing into bed with him. He was normally a light sleeper. Nuzzling the top of Brandon’s head, he whispered, “Hey, baby.”

Brandon groaned before burying his face harder into Dane’s naked chest.

“Good morning, baby boy,” he tried again.

Nope. Nothing. Dane grinned.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

Brandon’s head popped up. His eyes only half open. “It’s Christmas!”

“It is.” He patted Brandon’s bottom. “And not that I’m complaining but I thought you were having a slumber party with the other boys.”

His boy pushed that bottom lip out as he batted his eyelashes. “But I missed you,” Brandon said. “And I wanted to wake up on Christmas morning in your arms.”

“That makes Daddy very happy.” Leaning forward, he brushed his lips across Brandon’s. “Very happy.”

Brandon kissed him back before he pulled away and giggled. “I can tell how happy you are, Daddy. I can feel it.”

“Of course I’m hard if I wake up with my baby in my arms. It would be a crime if I didn’t.”

“True.” Brandon wiggled down the bed, pushing the blanket to the foot as he went. “And if I’d been sleeping with the other boys, I wouldn’t get my morning treat.”

“You had better not,” Dane growled. “And what if I want a treat this morning?”

Stopping with his chin on Dane’s hip bone, Brandon pouted. “But, Daddy!”

Dane shook his head. “Daddy makes the rules this morning. Get your pants off. Then swing your legs over here. I’m going to eat your ass while you suck the come from my cock.”

“Ugh.” Brandon shuddered hard. “You almost made me come, Daddy.”

“Then you better hurry up and give me my treat or you don’t get to come at all today.”

His boy could move when he was motivated. And Brandon was motivated. Not only did Brandon get his own clothes off but Dane’s as well. Dane had to take control of Brandon’s leg as he scurried up the bed so that he didn’t get kicked in the face. Once he had Brandon straddling his face, Dane used his big hands to spread Brandon’s cheeks.

Brandon didn’t waste any time taking Dane’s cock into his mouth. The boy did love his morning treat. Dane couldn’t let his boy show him up though. Brandon would come first. That was for sure.

Swiping his tongue up Brandon’s crease, he had his boy squirming. Dane zeroed in on Brandon’s twitching hole. Such a pretty little things. He sucked on the opening before allowing his teeth to graze.

Brandon jumped.

Dane’s cock slipped down his boy’s throat, choking him.

Brandon pulled back and coughed only to glare over his shoulder.

He chuckled before doing the same thing again. Brandon’s legs began to shake. Dane went back to licking Brandon’s hole open and Brandon settled. Sucking Dane’s cock once more.

Knowing that his boy had very little control in the mornings, Dane set out to make him come. Dane licked and sucked until he could thrust his tongue inside.

He fucked Brandon’s hole with his tongue and Brandon pushed back begging for more. Dane’s tongue sunk deeper. He wiggled his tongue around before adding one finger.

Brandon went wild and the blow job turned messy.

Not that Dane cared.

He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out while sucking along Brandon’s rim.

Brandon lifted his head and shouted coming down Dane’s neck and onto his chest. He kept stroking Dane’s cock and it only took a few thrusts up into Brandon’s firm hold before Dane came.

He grunted out his release while catching Brandon’s lax body and easing the boy to the side.

“Wow,” Brandon mumbled. “I can’t feel my toes.”

Dane laughed reaching over and pinched Brandon’s ass cheek. “Did you feel that?”

Brandon whined.

Banging on their door had Dane lifting his head.

“If you’re done, there’s a very excited little girl who wants to see if Santa came,” Eric called through the door.

“Coming!” Dane called back.

“Yeah, we heard.”

“Oh my god!” Brandon giggled, putting his hands over his face. “Could he be any more embarrassing?”

“If you think that’s bad, you better hope that Dom didn’t hear you.”

Brandon groaned again.

Dane forced himself to sit up. They needed to face the day. Brandon had been looking forward to Christmas day and the meal that they would have with their family. Dane wanted to make sure that everything ran smoothly for his boy.

* * * * *

Brandon

Everything might not have gone as perfectly as Brandon had planned but the little mishaps that had happened during the day made things even better. Real.

It had started when Dom began to feel nauseous. Luckily, he hadn’t fought against Remi and Brandon helping him.

Annabelle had a meltdown about something with her dolls since she’d fought taking a nap. The nap eventually happened with Ezra lying down with her.

Lake had been quiet. Something was off, but he hadn’t wanted to talk about it. Jesse had shown up around lunchtime and that seemed to pull Lake out of whatever was bothering him. Especially when Lake opened the gift that Jesse had brought for him. The handheld gaming device had to have been expensive and all the boys had gotten one. Plus, multi-player games that they could play when they weren’t together.

Brandon wasn’t really a gamer himself but they had already found several that looked fun. And he could play with his friends! It was a great gift.

Remi had designated himself in charge of Dom’s diet so he’d helped Brandon prepare all the food for their dinner. Dane had drifted in and out of the kitchen to check on him but Brandon didn’t want to be anywhere else.

With the turkey golden brown, and the potatoes, veggies, and rolls placed on the gorgeous, decorated table, Brandon stopped to take a moment to enjoy the sight. Ezra had done a beautiful job picking the placemats, candles, and dishes.

A strong arm wrapped around him from behind.

He turned his head, surprised that Eric held him close instead of Dane.

“Is it everything that you ever hoped for?” Eric asked softly.

Brandon smiled. Eric still felt guilty for leaving home and Brandon behind even though Brandon didn’t blame him. Well, not anymore. Eric had been a young man and Brandon just a kid. They hadn’t been close due to the fifteen-year age difference. There were times when Brandon couldn’t remember when Eric had been around. It didn’t matter though. Eric had been there when Brandon needed him the most.

He turned in his brother’s arms and hugged him tight around the waist.

“It’s perfect,” he confessed. “The entire day, last night, the past month. I’ve never been so happy.”

Eric gripped his shoulders and pushed him back until their gazes locked. “I love you. I don’t say it enough and I’m sorry about that.”

“You’ve shown me,” Brandon told him. “I know.”

“I want you to always know.”

“I do.” Brandon grinned. “And because of you I have the family that I always wanted.”

“Ezra is making noises about keeping Dom,” Eric said on a sigh.

“And Remi,” Brandon added.

“Don’t you start too,” Eric complained. “I’ll call everyone in for dinner.”

“Thanks.”

“You okay, baby?” Dane’s hold replaced his brother’s.

Brandon nodded. He was so loved. “I love Christmas. I’m going to want to do it again every year.”

“You know that I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen,” Dane vowed.

Moving to his tiptoes, Brandon kissed his man. “I know you’ll try. We’ll make it happen together.”

“We will.” Dane peppered kisses all over his face. “Dinner ready?”

“Yes, waiting on everyone else,” Brandon said.

“And we are here!” Ezra announced as he carried Annabelle in. He set her on her booster seat between his and Eric’s places.

They didn’t use the formal table often. It was hard to get all of their schedules in sync and they mostly ate at the nook in the kitchen or in the living room. He was glad that his first real holiday memory with Dane would be them all eating a formal holiday meal together.

As all the chairs were filled, the scent of food and the sound of laughter ringing out Brandon grew teary-eyed. He slid his hand into Dane’s and squeezed.

Eric was the only one standing.

He lifted his glass of iced tea.

There was no alcohol at this meal or any of their meals. Not one person had a problem with that.

Brandon picked up his lemonade with his free hand.

“To family,” Eric toasted.

“To family!” Brandon and everyone else cheered.