Sexy Firefighter Santa

SEXY FIREFIGHTER SANTA

" H ey, babe. I'm home," I shout as I enter our apartment. Our apartment. God, I still get a thrill out of saying that. I've never been happier in my life than I am right now, living here with Myles and Nix.

My family.

I never forget how lucky I am. I'm already the luckiest son of a bitch in the world just to have Myles, but then you throw in the pure joy and light that is the little man, and I'm nothing short of blessed. And for the first time in a really long while, I'm not working over the Christmas holiday. Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, and Nix is spending tonight at his grandparents' house, which means my man and I have the apartment all to ourselves tonight. And I plan to make the most of it.

"Back here," I hear Myles respond from what I assume is our bedroom. I hope it's our bedroom. I'm coming off a brutal 48-hour shift, and I want nothing more than to see my man—to touch him, and kiss him, and remind him why he's mine.

"Sorry I'm late," I say as I make my way back to the bedroom. "Steph held me up. She sent some probie down to fetch me as I was on my out, because she just had to see me right then. And when I got up there, she just rambled on and on about the most inane shit, even though she knows I haven't seen you in two days and just want to get my ass ho—"

I stop mid-sentence and drop my jaw when I enter the bedroom, because I cannot believe my eyes. Myles is standing at the end of the bed wearing nothing but firefighter turnout gear—well, most of the turnout gear. He's got the coat on, but his chest is naked underneath it except for the suspenders holding up his pants... which are unzipped and showing me just enough skin to see he's commando under those pants. Goddamn, that's sexy ! He's also barefoot, and instead of a helmet, he's wearing a Santa hat atop that gorgeous head of his. It's pulled down low in the front, and he's gazing at me from underneath it through those impossibly long eyelashes of his. Wait a min—did I say he was gazing? He's not gazing. He's fucking smoldering! Those beautiful, whiskey-colored eyes of his are on fire! And is that an axe he has swung over his shoulder? Good lord, this man is trying to kill me! And it won't be with that axe, although he does look damn sexy holding it. Pretty sure I wouldn't fight him either way at this point. Soooo much hotness! There's not a firefighter calendar in the world that could rival the way he looks right now.

"What were you saying about your ass, sweetheart?" Myles practically purrs.

"I… I… I was saying…" What was I saying? I shake my head to try to clear it, so I can give him a halfway intelligent response to whatever question he asked me. Honestly, with the rushing in my ears and the sound of my heart beating like a damn steel drum, it's a wonder I can hear him at all. In the end, the best I can come up with is a mumbled "Huh?" as I continue to stare at him, struck dumb by the sheer volume of sexy standing right in front of me.

"I was asking about your ass," Myles says, chuckling as he drops the axe and saunters up to me where he proceeds to reach behind me and pinch said ass.

That shakes me out of my stupor. I give him a cocky smile. "I'm more concerned with your ass right now. Do a little twirl for me, baby. I want to see this Christmas fantasy-come-true from all the angles."

He gifts me with one slow turn around, and I notice my last name on the back of his turnout coat. "Wait a minute. Is that my gear you're wearing?"

"Oh, is it?" He smiles what I believe he thinks is an innocent smile. But in actuality, it comes off a little wicked, if I'm honest. "I asked for the gear from the sexiest firefighter in the station, and this is what they gave me."

Suddenly that impromptu chat with Steph makes perfect sense now. She was distracting me while Myles slipped away with my gear. My best friend is a sneaky bitch! And so is my boyfriend!

I look him up and down, making it very clear that I'm definitely liking what I see. "Well, I have to say, you look better in that gear than I do."

Myles throws his arms around my neck and leans over to whisper in my ear. "Agree to disagree, sweetheart."

"I typically wear a shirt and keep my pants zipped up, though. But I'm really liking your version of the uniform. The only problem is I'm afraid you'd start more fires than you'd put out dressed like that. But you do you, babe."

"I'd rather do you." He gives me the sexiest damn smirk. "But on second thought," he says as he pushes me to my knees, "how about you do me?"

I am all in with that plan! I take a moment to simply appreciate the sight before me as I run my hand down over his delectable six pack, the muscles jumping under my hand. Then I lightly trace his treasure trail, and he shudders. He's practically panting by the time I push my hand inside his pants and take out his beautiful, hard cock. He's already leaking pre-cum, so I give his head a nice, long lick to collect it, and I moan as I swallow it down. He always tastes so good!

"Your dick is so pretty, baby. I must have been a very good boy this year for Santa to gift me with such a perfect specimen. Good thing I'm getting my gift early because I'm about to do some things to you that are going to land me squarely on the naughty list."

Before Myles can say anything in response, I swallow his dick all the way down, deep-throating my sexy man. And he lets out a surprised grunt of appreciation. I begin sucking him in earnest as I bob my head.

"That's soooo good, sweetheart. You're so fugging good!"

After a few more hard sucks, I pull off his cock to draw in some much-needed air. As I use one hand to slowly jerk him off, I raise my other hand to his mouth and push two fingers inside. "Get them wet," I rasp. He obeys, licking my fingers like they're his favorite treat, which sends a jolt of electricity straight to my dick. And when I withdraw my fingers, they're positively dripping with his saliva.

I put him back in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks as I continue to suck him. With my hands, I make my way back to his round, tight ass, stopping briefly along the way to massage his balls and rub along his perineum. I use my hands to gently pull his ass cheeks apart and begin tracing one finger around his hole. Then I slowly push inside, and Myles gasps when I push through his body's resistance and sink my finger all the way in. I give him a second to adjust to the intrusion, then begin to move my finger in and out slowly. Pulling off his cock slightly to catch my breath, I swirl my tongue around his tip and press into the slit. Myles loudly moans out his pleasure, and his knees nearly buckle.

"God, Tristan. I'm gonna blow if you keep this up."

Continuing to slide my finger in and out of his ass, I come off his cock with an audible pop. Meeting his eyes, I give him the most lascivious smile I can muster. "Well, baby, that's kind of the idea."

Myles is so fucking sexy standing there in my turnout gear, a light sheen of sweat on his gorgeous chest and tight abdomen. His hard, weeping dick juts from his pants, wet and glistening from my saliva. And lust blazes from his expressive eyes. I want to memorize him looking just like this. I am so goddamned lucky this man is mine!

Then this firefighter sex god completely breaks the spell by whining like a teenage boy. "But I wanna fuck you, Tristan. I can't do that if you make me come."

My god, is he actually pouting?

That's adorable. I wonder if he's going to stomp his foot next.

"How about this?" I say. "I'll let you fuck me on one condition."

"Yes," he blurts out, making me laugh again.

"You don't even know the condition yet."

"The answer is yes, no matter what the condition is."

"Okay, the one condition is you can fuck me right now as long as you bend me over the bottom of this bed and screw me stupid. And keep the gear on while you do it… including the Santa hat." What can I say? I want the whole Sexy Firefighter Santa fantasy!

"Done."

"Done? You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now, will you kindly remove your finger from my hole before I explode?"

I splutter out a laugh but do as he asks. Then I rise to my full height before capturing his lips and kissing the holy hell out of him. This man's lips are so soft and full. I have one hand buried in the hair at the nape of his neck and the other gripping the side of his neck, my thumb pressing lightly on his throat. Our tongues duel for dominance as we lose ourselves in the kiss, our bodies plastered together.

Without warning, Myles breaks the kiss and pushes me off of him, much to my dismay. Panting, he simply points at me. "Strip."

I waste no time doing just that, flinging my clothes this way and that without a single care as to where they land. And I am completely naked and bent over the end of the bed in record time. Glancing over my shoulder at Myles, I see he's fisting his dick, slowly stroking from root to tip as he watches me with fire in his eyes.

I expect him to grab the lube and get right to work prepping me for the hard fucking we're both dying for, but he surprises me by moving in behind me and dropping to his knees.

"What are you—Ooooh," I babble as I feel him part my cheeks and lick once across my asshole before pulling back and giving me another long lick from my balls all the way up the crack of my ass. My body is instantly on fire, and I have to lock my knees to keep them from buckling. But Myles is just getting started. He licks around my hole, then firms his tongue and spears it inside. He does this over and over until I'm a squirming, panting mess. It feels so damned good, and the noises are doing me in—the sound of him slurping as he eats me out and his sexy-as-hell moans as he does it are almost more than I can stand. Then he inserts a finger alongside his tongue, working me open as I buck into the bed. Oh, holy hell! Just when I'm about to grab my cock and start stroking it to relieve the pressure, he pulls back from me and walks away. And I nearly collapse from frustration.

"Myyyles, where are you going?" I whine, doing my own angsty, teenage boy impression. I'm honestly not sure who's more pathetic tonight, me or Myles.

Luckily, he returns quickly with lube in hand. I watch over my shoulder as he opens the bottle and pours some in his hand, using it to coat his rigid cock. Then he pours out a little more before snapping the bottle closed and tossing it on the bed. He warms the lube between his hands, then my world whites out with pleasure again as he pushes first one finger, then another inside me, scissoring them to further open me up to take his impressive length. By the time he inserts a third finger, I'm right on the ragged edge of my arousal.

"Please, Myles. Just fuck me already. I can't take anymore!"

I feel his strong hands grab my hips as he pulls me back and impales me on his cock, bottoming out in one hard thrust.

"Fuuuuuck, Myles," I moan, still adjusting to the sudden but welcome intrusion.

At the same time, I hear Myles groaning behind me. "Fugging hell, Tristan. You're so tight. Always so damned tight."

"I need you to move, baby. Dick me down like I know you can!"

"Thank fugg," he rasps out, pulling almost completely out of me before slamming back in again.

Myles sets a punishing pace, thrusting into my body over and over so forcefully, I can barely keep from falling forward onto the bed. The feel of his turnout gear scraping across my body every time he rams into me is strangely erotic—the coarse fabric rubbing against my smooth skin. Then he adjusts his angle slightly, and my whole body lights up as he starts pegging my prostate with every thrust.

"Myyyyllles, baby, please."

"I know. I've got you, sweetheart," Myles grunts into my ear. He reaches around and grabs my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. It only takes three strokes, and I am done. My orgasm barrels into me like a freight train, and I go supernova with pleasure. My whole body goes rigid as ribbons of cum erupt from my dick, painting the comforter beneath me.

Myles slams into me hard as his whole body tenses, and then I feel him start to pulse inside me. And the pleasure is so all-encompassing that it forces one more stream of cum out of my depleted dick.

"Oh, fugg! Jeezus, Tristan. So. Fugging. Good!"

As Myles's cock finally stops pulsing, he groans again and collapses on my back. With the full weight of his body on me, my exhausted arms can no longer support me, and I fall forward onto the bed… right on top of my rapidly-cooling cum. But I don't have the energy to care at this point.

Finally, after our breathing has returned to a somewhat normal pace, Myles lifts himself off me just long enough to collapse onto the bed beside me. I turn my head to look at him and notice he's still wearing the Santa hat. Chuckling, I tell him, "I can't believe you managed to keep the Santa hat on the whole time. That was some pretty vigorous fucking. I'm impressed."

"Well, I aim to please. Besides, you can't very well have a Sexy Firefighter Santa fantasy without the Santa hat. Can you?"

"No, I suppose you can't. It's pretty integral to the fantasy. Hey, wait a minute. How did you even know I had this fantasy?"

"You told me."

"No, I didn't."

"Are you sure about that, sweetheart? Because I seem to remember one night a few weeks ago when someone had a weeeee bit too much to drink. As I was trying to get your drunk butt into bed, you couldn't stop muttering about me being your Sexy Firefighter Santa. I decided right then and there I was going to make that fantasy come true for you."

Tears pricked my eyes. My god, the heart this man has… it humbles me to know he's chosen to give it to me. "I can't believe you even remembered that, let alone put a plan in action to make that fantasy come true for me. You amaze me, baby."

Myles blushes, his face morphing into an "aw, shucks" type of expression. He is so damned cute. "Well, I had help," he admits. "There's no way I could have pulled it off without Steph. Oh, and that reminds me… please don't let me forget to return your gear tomorrow. I have until end-of-day tomorrow to return it in exactly the same shape as it was when I picked it up. She told me—and I quote—"There better not be any suspicious stains on that gear, or I'll have your ass, pretty boy."

"I guess it's a good thing we didn't get any cum on it then, huh? Because I'm the only one who gets to have your ass, mister."

Smiling wickedly, Myles says, "Give me a few minutes to recover, and we might be able to make that happen. But first, I have got to get out of this gear! This stuff is really heavy… and hot; I'm sweating buckets here. You wanna share a shower with me?"

"I'd love to. I feel the need to hose off too, especially since I've been lying in the wet spot since you collapsed on top of me." I give him a mock dirty look, but he sees right through me and laughs.

Then that sexy bastard winks at me before dragging me off to the bathroom, him shedding bits of the turnout gear as we walk. By the time we reach the bathroom door, he is gloriously naked except for the Santa hat. And isn't that a beautiful sight. Now, that's the image I want on my next Christmas card. #Christmas goals.

I gently remove the Santa hat and step into him, taking him in my arms. "Thank you for making my crazy fantasy come true. You've already made this my best Christmas ever. And you've given me the best life—the kind of life I didn't even dare to dream about. I love you, baby."

"I love you too, sweetheart… from the bottom of my Sexy Firefighter Santa heart."