35. Knox
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Knox
I can’t believe I’m wearing this ridiculous sweater.
While Elton’s busy making us spiked eggnog, I sit on his living room floor by the ostentatiously decorated tree, picking at the LED reindeer on my chest. But what was I supposed to do when I got here and he handed me this monstrosity, looking so excited—and wearing a matching one, nonetheless.
So, I sucked up my pride and put the damn thing on.
It itches.
“Here to spread some holiday cheer!” Elton says as he comes back with our drinks, plopping down beside me and handing me my equally grotesque Christmas cup. “Try it and let me know what you think.”
I take a sip and gag. “I think you forgot the eggnog.”
“Maybe we can have some drunken sex later,” he teases as his hand migrates up my thigh. “We can give each other sloppy blowjobs.”
“Now that sounds like a plan I can get on board with,” I whisper sultrily, leaning forward to try to catch his lips, but he jolts his head to the side at the last minute. “The fuck?”
He shakes his head. “Not before presents.”
I roll my eyes. It’s not even Christmas, but Elton insisted that since we wouldn’t be spending the holidays together, we had to have our own little celebration, just the two of us. I scoffed at the idea when he first told me, because there’s nothing special about holidays, since they’re all just made-up money-grabbers for big corporations, but I did think it was sweet. We agreed that we’d get each other three gifts: a joke one, a dirty one, and a real one. He has his sitting beside him in a neat pile with bows and everything, while mine are crappily wrapped, thanks to my shoddy workmanship.
“Okay, joke first,” he says, handing me the smallest box.
I take the little pink box and unwrap it, snorting loudly when I see what looks like a squishy turtle keychain. “Why is this funny?”
“Squeeze it.”
I do, and now I’m laughing as the pressure causes poop to fly out of its backside, popping back in when I let go. “I’m expected to put this on my keys?”
“Absolutely,” he laughs. “Consider it a somewhat childish stress ball.”
I hand him my joke gift and he nearly laughs so hard he cries, clutching at his stomach as he holds a toilet bowl seat cover that’s covered in plastic grass. “Am I supposed to actually use this?”
“If I’m using the keychain, you’re using that.”
“It’s so not the same thing!”
“I didn’t make the rules.”
He shakes his head with a huff, setting the offending toilet seat warmer to the side, then retrieves another present. “Sexy time.”
As I unwrap the present, he eagerly wiggles on the floor, his dick already hardening in his sweats, and I decide to tease him. “Something to use on you?”
“What kind of present would that be,” he says in mock offense, but then sighs. “I mean, it’s intended for both of us.”
I nod, not entirely believing that with how excited he looks. I finally unwrap the last piece of paper, and open the box, practically drooling at what I find. “Is this a…”
“Yeah,” he says, flushing. “Um, it’s called the Cock Dock Fuckhole. You put it inside me?—”
“Oh, so it is for you.”
“And, well, then you fuck me,” he finishes, full on panting now. “I thought it was hot.”
I hold the silicone toy up for both of us to see. It’s clear, squishy, and originally looks like a dildo. Except there’s an opening at the top where I’m guessing my cock goes.
“Damn, sweetheart, you’re freaky.” I crawl over to him, rubbing the toy against his crotch. “So, basically, it gives me a nice tight fuckhole to pound into?”
His hot breath fans my lips as he whimpers. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
“Mmm…” I lick at his perfect dick-sucking lips. “Maybe we should?—”
“Presents first!” he screams, shoving me back as if that’ll help tamp down his horniness. He clears his throat and fiddles with the LED lights on his sweater. “Your turn.”
Sporting a severe case of blue balls, I roll my eyes and relent. “Fine. I have to say mine isn’t as creative, but I think you’ll like it.”
I hand him a larger box than his, and he scrambles to open it. He looks confused for a moment, cocking his head, until he flips over the box to see the picture on the front. “Holy shit.”
I found it online on a sketchy looking website. “It’s a spreader, sweetheart. Or, a type of spreader, anyways.”
It has two cuffs that are meant to wrap around his ankles, then a sling meant for the back of his neck, so it’ll keep him nice and spread out while I fuck him.
“This is insane,” he mumbles, shaking his head as he reaches for his cock. “Fuck. We’re going to have so much fun with these. Think we can use them both at the same time?”
“You’re finally admitting that both of these are for you?” I chuckle. “Yes, we’re definitely plugging that fine ass while you’re forced open for me. We can even?—”
“If you’re about to say start now, the answer is no.” He shoves the biggest present in my hands. “We have one present left before we can get dirty together.”
My boyfriend is the biggest cocktease on the planet. Still, I take his present, unwrapping it to find a horror movie poster. It resembles one I already have, and I have to hide my surprise at such a crappy gift. “Thanks…”
He laughs. “You hate it, don’t you?”
“What? Absolutely not,” I snap, feeling like an idiot, because when he said meaningful , I thought he meant special.
He moves over to me and kisses my shoulder. “Look at the bottom corner, baby.”
“What? I don’t see— What? Holy fuck? No way. This can’t be real.”
There, right at the corner of the poster, is one of the most famous signatures on the planet, signed by the god of all horror movies.
He rubs my shoulders, sitting up on his knees to kiss the top of my head. “You like it?”
“Are you kidding?” I shout, now feeling like I can’t even touch the thing. “How did you get this?”
“Well, it cost an arm and a leg, but I knew you’d like it. You can’t shut up about him whenever we watch a movie.”
“Elton,” I breathe, turning to kiss his cheek. “This is perfect. I have to get it framed.”
“Okay, okay. My turn,” he cheers, not able to hide his impatience. “I’m so excited. I’ve been thinking about what you might have gotten me all week.”
Thanks for the pressure, sweetheart.
Now that I know what his gift was, mine seems so lame in comparison. It didn’t cost me anything, and it’s a little worn down, and now I feel like an asshole. “I might have brought the wrong one. I think we should wait?—”
Snatching the gift from beside me, he tears through the packaging. “No way. I’m not giving you a chance to back out. I want to see this.”
I hold my breath the entire time. It’s not even in a box, just wrapped terribly, and it’s so small compared to his. When he finally sees what it is, he gasps. “This is?—”
“My favorite T-shirt,” I say, cutting him off before he has the chance to mock me for how stupid it is. “I’ve had it for years, and I thought… No. It’s ridiculous. I should have gotten you something better. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” He’s smiling widely as he rips off his bright sweater. He puts on the T-shirt quickly, and it’s a bit tight on him, but fits, nonetheless. “I love it!”
I raise a skeptical eyebrow. “You do?”
“I think I know why too,” he says, too busy running his hands down the horror movie character on the front to look at me. “But I want to hear it from you.”
I bite down hard on my bottom lip. Even though I’ve opened up to Elton more than I have anybody else, I still sometimes feel a bit embarrassed to spill what I’m feeling.
I was wracking my brain for days, trying to think of the perfect gift for him. Nothing seemed right. Finally, I was getting dressed when I saw this in my closet. It’s not the flashiest gift, but it means a lot to me for him to have a piece of me.
This shirt caused a disastrous fight when I wore it to Sunday dinner one night. This shirt was the one I was wearing when Davis first approached me about a job that changed my life. It was even…
“This looks familiar,” he states, cocking his head. “You’ve worn this before?”
I gulp, trying not to hide in humiliation. “It was the shirt I was wearing when we first hooked up. That makes it special, right?”
His eyes water as his lower lip wobbles. Damn sensitive soul. “I thought you said nothing was special.”
This is where I suck in a sharp breath. I move to cradle his face in my hands, gathering up all my courage to be as truthful as I can as I press my forehead against his. “Turns out, you’re the most special thing in my life.”
“Knoxy…” He kisses my pierced nose. “Baby, I… You’re special to me too.”
For the first time in my life, I feel special. I feel like I belong to something, to someone , and his words are the greatest present he could ever give me. Just knowing that someone as extraordinary as Elton wants me like that…
Well, it’s making me feel damn near close to love.
I kiss him then, taking his face in my hands, and pressing him down against the living room floor. His bougie penthouse even has a fireplace, even though we live in Miami, and fucking next to it is the most romantic thing I can think of.
No, not fucking…
Elton’s eyes are misty as he looks up at me, his lower lip set in a beautiful tremor that I lick off. He has something written in his eyes that I can’t describe, and it’s making my heart do all sorts of somersaults.
“Knox…” Wrapping his arms around my neck, he drags me down until I’m flush against him. “Fuck me dirty, but make it sweet?”
I chuckle, nipping at his lower lip, and curling my body around his. “Always, sweetheart.”
On the living room floor, I fuck him dirty—just like the slut he wants to be—but make it sweet, because he’s my Elton, my sun.
And he’s special to me.