Okay, it's actually a romance story, too. And it's short. I wrote this story quite a few years ago now, but I'd like to offer it to you, my wonderful readers, as a holiday gift. Consider it a thank you for following me here on this blog and for downloading my stories. Without you, writing wouldn't be a viable job for me, so the least I can do is offer something for free this time of year. I promise that next year I'll write a brand new story to offer for free. In the meantime, enjoy and Happy Holidays!
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Donovan
Different Families
by Donovan Starr
Christmas
Morning
“How much did you see?” Steve asked.
Noah stared into his lap at the breakfast
table.
Steve didn’t want him to feel bad, but
he’d done so much sneaking around these two years that he knew he’d be caught
eventually. And then he would have so much to explain.
“I saw you with Santa.” Noah played with
his fingers. “And you two were . . . it looked like you were kissing him. But
it just couldn’t be that, you know? I didn’t know what to think. I knew I
wasn’t supposed to be out of bed until morning, but I couldn’t sleep and . . .
.”
Steve tousled his eight year olds’ hair.
Then he glanced at Trent who’d almost finished preparing scrambled eggs, bacon
and toast. Crispy all around, just like Noah liked them.
Steve had defeated Trent in their war over
who would buy Noah the Rescue Pack toy that Noah had pointed to every time
they’d gone to Wal-Mart. Trent had wanted to be his hero in buying him his
dream gift, but Steve wouldn’t relent. When the package was reduced to an empty
box and balls of wrapping paper, Steve knew he’d won him over. Yet he knew that
Noah’s love for Trent hadn’t diminished.
Since Melanie passed away, Steve had had
so much to explain. Not just to Noah, but to himself. He and Trent had long
considered when to sit Noah down and explain some hard facts to him, but they
weren’t sure what age was right. Or if there would ever be a perfect time.
Steve wanted to wait until he was old enough to understand and accept his Dad
the way he was. Given television’s content these days, he decided there was
little he could explain that Noah hadn’t heard of.
“I’m so sorry I came downstairs, Daddy.”
Noah’s eyes were glassy. “I swear, it’ll never happen again!”
Steve threw his arms around him. “You don’t
have to be sorry. You’re young, but I think it’s time we had a big kid talk.”
* *
*
Christmas
Eve
Steve thought Cassie Reaman a saint for
babysitting for him the way she had the last eight years. Sometimes high school
friends really were forever, he thought. Despite the cash Steve tried to slip
her, she always waved it off and said to call whenever he needed her. After
Melanie’s death at twenty-three, she had been his friend and support system.
As had Trent.
During his marriage, he hadn’t wanted to
admit his own desires. He could never break it to Melanie, or so he’d thought.
They’d given birth to Noah when they were eighteen and Steve had missed the
chance to understand himself. After Melanie had died, he’d been granted that
chance, yet he’d kept everything quiet from Noah. And certainly he meant no
offense to Melanie’s memory.
When Trent walked into his life, Steve saw
a chance to start over, though he hadn’t been looking for one. That was the way
of it for most people, he decided. And there he was, with a mop of brown hair
and a buzzed-down beard and thin moustache. He had the look, yes, but Steve had
to know if he had the personality.
Trent had come on to him at a Christmas
party two years ago and Steve almost warned him that he was straight. Except
that he couldn’t say so truthfully. Yes, he had a son. And yes, he’d been
married, but at twenty-four he’d hardly had time to know himself enough. He’d
taken time to grieve and to start over at square one.
From there, he and Trent had developed a
relationship that Steve had always dreamed of. He’d had a special relationship
with Melanie too, but this felt different. Steve introduced Trent to Noah as
his friend, and he’d known him no other way. Maybe Noah sometimes thought of
him as Dad’s special friend, but Steve doubted that he would’ve connected the
dots the way an older kid might.
Now that two Christmases had passed, Steve
had asked Trent if he was ready to be serious about their future. Trent said
that he was and that telling Noah about their relationship would be an
important first step. They needed to normalize their lives for him, he’d added.
Steve agreed and hoped that he would grow up thinking nothing of it.
Tonight, Cassie had offered to sit for
Steve so he and Trent could celebrate their two-year anniversary. Trent had
decided to dress up as Santa Claus for the party—anything to amuse his fellow
guests—and kept the costume on when they’d arrived home.
Cassie had tucked Noah into bed and said
her own adieu a half hour and a cup of coffee later.
Now, with an empty house, Steve noticed
that look in Trent’s eyes. He knew it so well. Steve pulled his Santa beard
down a pinch and kissed him full on the lips. Trent laughed, reached around his
back and cupped his ass.
Then Steve heard a pounding noise on the
stairs. Their lips broke apart. Trent kept the eager look, but Steve’s
concentration was breached.
“You hear something?” Steve asked.
“It’s nothing.” Trent leaned in for a kiss.
Trent was always eager to get down to
business. He had Steve’s tie and buttons loosened, his dress shirt splayed
open, and his belt unbuckled, before Steve could finish expressing his concern.
As usual, Steve gave in to him, and he shelved his worries.
Besides, he found something decidedly
kinky about this. He and Trent had tried the gamut of experiments to jazz up
their sex life, but a Santa costume held a naughtiness all its own.
Steve pulled the beard over Trent’s head,
but left the hat on. He looked so damn sexy with the red suit, the hat with the
mop sticking out the sides, and a brown, buzzed-down beard of his own. How
could he resist?
When he tore the red jacket open, Steve
saw that Trent had worn nothing underneath. His firm, smooth, oval-shaped packs
stood out as did his six-pack abs. A tiny trail of hair ran from his belly
button down into his Santa pants.
Steve wiggled out of his dress shirt and
hauled the undershirt over his head. Trent ran his hands up and down Steve’s
stomach and finished unbuckling his belt. Then Steve shoved Trent onto the
couch, creating a smile. He eased Trent’s Santa pants down to his knees and
that he’d worn nothing beneath those either. Then Steve helped him kick out of
his pants and dropped to his knees.
Steve burrowed between Trent’s legs and
took him into his mouth. Trent gasped at the touch, and his head rolled back
and forth on the cushion, but he knew enough not to moan loudly. Steve had
trained him to savor the pleasure without waking Noah.
When Steve pulled him out of his mouth,
Trent reached for Steve’s zipper. His dick pointed at him, straight as a ruler.
Trent cupped his balls and slid his length into his mouth slowly, inch by inch.
Steve grasped the back of Trent’s head while he sucked.
Two years ago, Steve had never been with a
man. He’d only ever dreamt of a man’s touch and had never tried to realize that
dream. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that Trent was his first and only. He’d only
needed time to adjust to something new. At first, he never would’ve thought of
himself as a bottom, but Trent had introduced him to a wild new sensation, a
fresh experience. Steve always started on the bottom, but they always
reciprocated.
Trent reached into the drawer for the lube
and condoms. Steve greased himself while Trent rolled the condom down his
length. Then he slathered his cock with lube and eased himself into Steve’s
ass.
Steve closed his eyes and held his breath
until Trent was the entire way in. As he bucked, Trent pinned Steve’s legs
back, pressed their bodies together, and kissed Steve’s lips.
The art of teasing always kept them hot.
Now that they were so close to coming, Trent pulled out. Then Steve stood up
and rolled a condom on while Trent greased up. He slid into Trent inch by inch,
but from behind. He straddled Trent’s hips and pounded him with his face down
in the cushions. After, he stretched out on the couch and let Trent ease down
onto his cock.
Sex for them seemed different from the way
others made love. Neither of them insisted on climaxing during penetration.
They preferred to enjoy that together. Once each felt ready, they tore the
condom off, held one another and locked lips. Their cocks were always snug in
one another’s hands.
As they’d done for two years, they lay in
one another’s arms, and jerked each other off. Their tongues slid into each
other’s mouths as they came onto one another’s stomachs.
After, Steve decided that this would be
the last time they would make love like this. Now was the time to be open about
their relationship.
Steve always felt spent and ready to sleep
after any romp, but he wouldn’t rest when he had business to take care of.
Steve glanced at Trent. “You know what
we’ve got to do in the morning, right?”
“You’ve got it.” Trent nodded. “Let’s do
this right.”
*
* *
Christmas
Morning
Steve decided he’d explained his situation
as best he could to an eight year-old. At first, Noah’s face was blank, but
he’d expected no less. That Noah hadn’t cried or stormed out of the room seemed
like a small miracle.
“So, does this mean Trent’s gonna come
live with us?” Noah asked.
Steve first turned to Trent as if for
permission. “It might. It just might. But for now, we’re taking everything a
day at a time.”
“But what about Mommy? Don’t you . . . .”
Steve knew how that sentence would finish,
and he still felt unprepared to answer him. The answer he’d practiced was that
he’d loved Noah’s mother, and that he still had special feelings for her, but
that it was a different kind of love from what he felt for Trent. He refused to
patronize his son, or to lessen his answer.
Instead, Steve wrapped his arm around his
son. “You know no one can ever take your Mom’s place. She’s too special to be
replaced. But I know she’d want me to move on with my life, and live it the way
I need to. You know, according to my heart? Being with Trent and sticking by
him is what my heart’s telling me.”
Noah’s expression stayed stoic, but Steve
knew a smile was imminent. He knew his boy was a trouper.
“Sometimes people have different kinds of
families,” Steve said. “It’s not always a Mommy and a Daddy. And, if Trent
wants to move in with us, we’ll have a different kind of family, but that’s okay.
We’ll all be as close and happy as ever. See what I mean?”
Trent scraped scrambled eggs onto their
plates and refilled Noah’s juice glass. Then he tousled his hair the way Steve
did.
Noah nodded. “Then this year, Santa just
brought me a second Daddy?”
Trent smiled. “It might seem hard
sometimes, but it’s something we can all make work if we stick together.”
