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The Hanukkah Surprise

D AVID woke up a few hours before dawn. The room was still

dark, curtains drawn tightly against the streetlights. Andrew

was still asleep, and David took the opportunity to prop

himself on an elbow and study him. Andrew slept in a

sprawling tangle, limbs and sheets all wound up together.

HeÔd stolen much of the blanket with unconscious and

endearing discourtesy; when awake he was almost

irritatingly fair. David watched the curve of his ear and the

slight wave of his disheveled sandy hair. He watched the line

of AndrewÔs neck and thought of the smell of his skin. He

watched the muscles under the skin of his back and

marveled that it could be so interesting to watch anybody

being so still. His shoulder blades looked like the

foundations of wings.

David grinned to himself. Wings, huh, Davy? He rolled

the other way and pushed the curtain back to peek beyond.

It was snowing lightly, the kind of snow that seemed lazy

and pleased to fall. He raised a hand and pressed the tips of

his fingers to the window, liking the slight imprint they left

there and the feeling of cold against his skin. He dropped his

hand and pressed his cool fingertips to the head of his cock,

tickling down to the base, giving it a casual tug. Rolling back

toward Andrew, he let his eyes wander over the rest of his

body as visible through the tumbled mess of bedclothes. One

leg had worked its way partially free, and was wrapped in a

sort of spiral of sheet like a well-muscled candy cane. David

admired AndrewÔs sleep-relaxed calf and the turn of his

ankle (how Victorian, he thought, to jerk off to an ankle) and

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thumbed around and over the head of his cock while the

other hand stroked. He calmed his breathing every time it

grew heavy, and let his eyes flutter as the sensation grew,

but didnÔt make a sound. He felt virtuous, letting Andrew

sleep, content to imagine what he could not currently see,

and his sense of virtue kept pace with his growing pleasure,

as he stared at the inaccessibly delightful curve of AndrewÔs

ass, barely demarcated by the sheet and blanket that had

somehow wrapped around it. It was a forty-five-star, all-

purpose, turn-you-gay kind of ass, which was the highest set

of ratings David could give. Bitable, squeezable, fuckable

thing, a hole that could be his if he first coaxed with tongue

or fingerÐAndrew was not as much a coaxer, but he needed

coaxingÐand the combination warmed David more

thoroughly than the strongest of spiked eggnogs. Eyes closed

now, breathing short and shallow, David tugged more

assiduously, biting his own lip as his tongue slipped over the

inside edge of it, and he thought of AndrewÔs beautiful cock,

currently as sleepy and curled as the rest of the man, he

presumed, and the thought made him smile, and his breath

gusted, and his eyes openedÐ

Andrew was looking back at him, still tucked against a

pillow and watching with the keen regard that passed as his

laziest sort of attention. His grey eyes were bright and quiet,

and his lips curved a little as he saw David looking back.

ÑOh,Ò David said.

ÑGood morning,Ò Andrew said. In a fit of shyness, David

took his hands from his cock and moved them rather

ineffectually to his thighs. Andrew laughed and reached out

and held them, lightly, in both of his own.

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ÑI didnÔt want to wake you,Ò David explained. ÑWe have

the drive today, so I thought youÔd want to sleep. And

besides, you looked soÐgreatÈ.Ò

ÑSleeping?Ò

ÑYeah, youÔre a great sleeper.Ò

Andrew squeezed DavidÔs hands, released them, and

spider-walked his fingers up DavidÔs thighs. He ran the tips

over DavidÔs balls, and David gave an obliging gusty puff of

breath. AndrewÔs eyes traveled up to DavidÔs face, watching

his reactions. He teased the base of his cock, slowly, slowly,

fingers tapping out a light, mysterious rhythm. Andrew

watched with consummate attention as sweat beaded along

DavidÔs forehead and color rose in his cheeks.

ÑMorning, David,Ò he murmured, taking his time with

the task at literal hand before he wrapped his fist fully

around DavidÔs cock and squeezed. David made a noise in

his throat, squirmed against the bed, and reached down for

a fistful of AndrewÔs hair. Andrew rolled over to straddle him,

his knees sandwiching DavidÔs calves, and let his cock go.

David made a noise of protest, brown eyes widening

earnestly. Andrew was no artist, but he recognized DavidÔs

coloring, with its mix of rich browns and still-flushable tans,

as a work of no small artistic merit. He reached a hand up to

DavidÔs chest and proceeded to strum his left nipple with a

fingertip as though it were an astonishingly tiny mandolin.

Not that he could play the mandolin any more than he could

paint well-complexioned pictures of lovely men, but it

seemed the right sort of instrument. David moaned softly.

Andrew let the edge of his nail graze the top of the nipple

and was rewarded with a swifter, more startled yelp. Andrew

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enjoyed hunting the sounds of DavidÔs body. There were so

many, and they never hid in quite the same places. He had

never had the confidence to roam another loverÔs body the

way he did with David, circling, teasing, taking, all the while

surprisingly at home.

Without warning, he plunged his mouth over DavidÔs

cock, and David gave a shuddering half-sob and tugged at

the hair in his fist. Andrew closed his eyes, smelling the

musk and the sweat as he licked and sucked and felt himself

filled, uncomfortably comfortably filled, and he was judicious

with his tongue and delicate and wicked with his teeth until

David screamed, still not coming but letting go of the hair

and dragging his hand down AndrewÔs neck, marking the

knobs of his spine.

ÑAndrew,Ò David pleaded hoarsely, and neither of them

knew exactly what he was asking for, and that was the thing

that made the asking gorgeous and the giving wild. Andrew

sucked with steady determination, DavidÔs cock suddenly the

bottom of an ice cream cone with the tip gone. Andrew

surrounded with his lips and flicked with his tongue, and no

sooner had he tucked a hand under DavidÔs ass and nudged

a finger between the cheeks than David arched his back and

his neck catlike and cried out birdlike and came as

mannishly as you please. Andrew made a face like a kid

taking medicine (he could never quite help this) but

swallowed, and then grinned. He wiped a hand over his face

and rolled back over into his spot on the bed.

ÑYouÔre right,Ò he said. ÑWe should get more sleep.Ò

David made a noise in his throat and rolled flush

against him and nipped the skin of his neck.

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