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Blake opened his mouth to reply, and a drop of my sweat fell and landed on his lip. He licked it off, then placed my hands on his upper arms. “Break me, Eddie. Now.”
My arms shook, and with one swift move I was inside him to the hilt. He groaned, and his upper lip curved into a snarl.
“Are you ready to come, Blake?” I whispered.
Blake whimpered, unable to form words, then reached up and dug his fingers into my hair, and tugged.
“Oh my God, I love you.” I cried, and began pistoning in and out of him. Blake reached under my shoulders and held on tight,and the only sounds were the headboard banging the wall, and the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together.
Without warning, Blake’s legs tightened around my neck and his cock erupted, shooting his seed across his torso, and I felt his orgasm squeezing my shaft. No audible words were spoken, only guttural cries of passion released, then I felt my own climax hitting. I froze, trying to hold it back, but it was too much to contain.
“Fuck!” I roared, my entire body quivering as I emptied inside of him.
A moment later, a giggle escaped Blake’s lips, and then he reached up and kissed my neck.
“Did you mean it?” Blake asked, and my brain was too overwhelmed by the moment to do more than pant for air.
“Did you…” He began, and then I knew what he was asking.
I felt a smile stretching across my cheeks and I kissed his forehead and responded. “Yeah, I guess I did. I do love you, Blake.” I started to laugh, then fell to Blake’s side. “I never thought this would happen to me, and I can’t stop laughing, because I’m so damned happy.” I giggled some more, then realized he hadn’t said it back. “Hey, wait a minute.” I leaned on my elbow and looked down on his flushed face.
“What?” Blake arched an eyebrow.
“Well, how do you feel about me?”
Blake inhaled, then he reached over and stroked my cheek. “Like the happiest man alive. I love you, Eddie, and for the first time ever my Christmas wish has come true.”
epilogue
Twyla- One Year Later
“Feliz Navidad, and welcome to our humble home.”
Eddie and Blake stood outside our doorway, a huge smile on both their faces. They were in Guadalajara for two weeks, celebrating the holidays with the Garza family in nearby Tlaquepaque and with Dev and me.
“Come inside. Dev’s made the most wonderful brunch, and after that we can go sightseeing.” I ushered them inside the courtyard. “Just leave your bags right there. I’ll get Mary to take them to your room.” Mary was our fabulous maid, who was also teaching me about native herbs and alternative medicine. “So, how was your flight?”
“The flight was fine, but oh my God our cab driver was a maniac. I’d swear we were almost in three different accidents during the fifteen minutes we were in his car.” Blake shivered, and I hugged him, then Eddie.
“That’s why Dev and I stick to public transportation and walking. Drivers here are insane, especially those on motorcycles. They will run a red light without even looking to see if anyone is in their way. Oddly enough, I’ve only seen two accidents the entire time I’ve lived here.” I gestured toward our living room. “I know you’re exhausted. Sit down, and I’ll get you something to drink.”
While the boys made themselves comfortable I went into the kitchen where Dev was crushing herbs in a mortar and pestle. “Aren’t you going to say hi to the boys?” I pecked her on the cheek, then pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge.
“Oh, are they here? Shit, I didn’t even hear them. Taste this.” Dev gave me a spoon and gestured toward the red pozole simmering on the stove.
“Mmm. They are going to love it.” I said. “That can wait. Grab some glasses for me and come say hi.”
Dev wiped her hands on her apron, grabbed the glasses and ran toward the living room. “Blake! Eddie!” She put the glasses down and gave each of them a hug. “Jesus, Eddie, I’d swear you’re even bigger than before. And Blake, have you been working out?” She squeezed his bicep and giggled.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to have Mr. Muscle here and not be at least a little motivated to go to the gym. Plus, it’s free.” He laughed, then we all sat down.
I poured all of us a glass of wine and a wave of euphoria swept through me. It was lovely to see the boys again, and I couldn’t wait to hear how life was treating them.
“So, Dev, how’s your new life here?” Eddie asked, and I noted more than just idle curiosity in his voice. This was his third trip to GDL in the last year, but his first with Blake. He’d been to our home already, but it was the first time with Dev living here.
“I love it. My writing business has taken off, and now I can work almost anywhere in the world. The strange thing is I don’t want to travel, because I love it here so much. The culture and people are fascinating. And in case you haven’t noticed, it’s eighty degrees in December. Beats the hell out of Richmond.” Dev grinned and sipped her wine. “Blake, I never would’ve attempted a writing business without your encouragement. How’s your writing coming along?”
“It’s making me a living, finally, though it’s not exactly what I had in mind when I fantasized about being a writer. My biggest clients include a kitty litter manufacturer and a chain of airport parking lots. I’d prefer to be writing novels, but it pays the bills.” He said, then turned to Eddie and winked. “I can’t keep it a secret any longer. Look!” Blake held his hand out, and a simple gold band was on his ring finger.
“Oh my God!” Dev shrieked, then we jumped up and gave both the boys a hug.
“So when are you two going to make it official?” Eddie asked with a grin. I glanced over to Dev who was blushing.
“That is to be decided.” I murmured, feeling heat rushing up my neck. Neither Dev nor I were interested in a conventional marriage. “But if we decide to get hitched you will be the first to know.”
“Maybe you should try wearing this.” Blake pulled the amulet we’d given him last year out of his shirt, took it off and held out his hand. “This love charm really worked, so whatever magic you used will….”
“Oh sweetie, keep it.” Dev grinned. “There was no magic. It’s just a necklace. We gave it to you hoping you’d work up the courage to go after Eddie, that’s all.”
“You’re kidding me.” Blake said, wide-eyed. “You mean to tell me that we…”
“It was all you and Eddie, and no magic was required. True love has a way of winning in the end. It always does.” I leaned back in the chair and smiled. “So how are things going with your family, the Garzas.”
Eddie sighed and drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa before answering. “This is my third visit, and…”
“And?” Dev cocked an eyebrow.
“My cousin Diego wants me to move here and work in the gym he’s opening up.”
“That’s our other surprise.” Blake winked. “It’s not definite, because I want to see if I like it here first. But neither of us have any real connections back in the states, aside from a few friends. I can write about cat litter anywhere in the world, and hell, maybe I can finish that novel I’ve been working on for the last three years.” Blake sniffed the air. “Whatever you're making to eat smells amazing.”
“Oh shit.” Dev stood. “My pozole!” She ran to the kitchen, and we could hear her cussing up a storm.
“Honey, don’t worry about the food!” I called out, then turned back to the boys. “There’s one thing you have to keep in mind if you make the move to Mexico.”
“What’s that?” Eddie leaned forward and placed a hand on Blake’s thigh. He also had a gold band on his ring finger.
“You aren’t running away from something, you are running toward something better. Eddie, obviously you and your family are getting along, and God knows we’ve missed your happy face, Blake. Only make the move with the best of intentions, and remember that love wins every damned time.”
Dev sauntered back into the living room and poured herself more wine. “A toast.” She raised her glass and we all stood up.
“To family, and love.” Dev said.
“To love!” Eddie echoed her, then turned to Blake and kissed him. “Oh, and to Peppermint. Without her, none of us would be here right now.”
“To Peppermint!”
This was my first time writing a Christmas story, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I hope you have a wonderful holiday.
The following is a chapter from Luke Jameson’s novella, Confessions: Justin’s Penance. You can read the entire story for free by clicking on the link following the excerpt. It’s a story about a dedicated man of the cloth who is seduced by a younger man.
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I leaned back in my chair and adjusted the water bottle on my desk so Sister Margaret couldn’t see the answers taped to the back of it. An elbow pressed into my side, and I glanced at my pal Brian. He was captain of the basketball team, and relied on me to help him pass his courses.
“Hey, turn it a little to the left so I can see.” He whispered.
Seriously dude, why did I always have to do all the work? Brian hadn’t once come up with the answers to any of our exams, leaving me to do the heavy lifting. The only thing he was good for was hooking me up with hot babes, and they were a dime a dozen.
“Place all books and study aids aside now, ladies and gentlemen.” Sister Margaret’s brittle voice trilled from the front of the class. Unlike most of the priests and nuns here at Our Lady of Lourdes University, she always dressed like a penguin. Her black robes scraped the floor, and I’d never seen her crack a smile. She was hardcore into the church, and I’d swear if the administration allowed it, she would beat the information into us.
“Mr. Finnegan.” Sister Margaret approached my desk. “You will not need to drink anything while taking this exam. Take the water bottle off your desk.”
I snatched it up before she could get to me. “Damn.” I muttered, and Brian cast me a mournful glance.
Sister Margaret reached my desk, and a slight smirk danced across her face. “You are such an excellent pupil, Mr. Finnegan. I’m sure you’ll ace this exam just like you have all the others.” She spun around, her heavy black robes creating a breeze, then stalked back to the front of the class. “Pencils up. You may turn over the test and begin now.”
Bitch. She must’ve figured out my system of taping answers to my bottle. And worse, I bet she’d be monitoring me the entire time to make sure I wasn’t cheating. I felt like slugging the old bat. She’d had it out for me the entire school year, and so far, she’d never picked up on my tricks. But I had one more ace up my sleeve. A backup plan, one she would never think of.
I tilted my head down, placed my pencil on the paper, and glanced up. On the bill of my baseball cap, I had taped the answers to those questions I knew I would struggle with. There was no way she’d notice. My head was down and I was scribbling away just like the rest of the class.
“What’s the answer to question six?” Brian whispered. I glared at him and shook my head no.
“There will be no talking during this exam.” The nun’s voice screeched. I glanced up, and she was staring daggers in my direction. Fucking Brian had to open his big mouth. Sister Margaret was already watching my every move, and I didn’t need him to make things worse.
I went to work, both filling in the answers and keeping my mouth shut. Brian huffed next to me, probably frustrated that I was filling in the answers on my test while his pencil remained still. Then suddenly, a musty stale smell filled my nose and my cap was snatched off my head.
“Hey!” I tried to grab it back from Sister Margaret, but she had backed a foot away, out of my reach. She turned it over and saw the piece of paper taped to the underside and smiled. Her knotty fingers ripped the paper out, and then she handed me back the cap.
“Mr. Finnegan, please report to the dean’s office at once.”
“Pass the salt, Mom.”
She had said nothing since I arrived home from classes early. I didn’t know if the school had called her or not. They shouldn’t, since I was nineteen years old, but Mom was tight with Bishop Peters who was in charge of the academic program. She’d used that friendship to get me accepted into the school, and I’d had to promise to maintain a 3.0 GPA for him to allow me to enroll.
“Here you go, dear.” She murmured, sliding the salt shaker in my direction. I lifted it, and just when I began to shake it over her tasteless green beans, she let me have it.
“Bishop Peters called.” She pushed her plate away and steepled her hands under her chin. “Cheating is a sin. You know this, yet you continue to believe you can skate through life while doing none of the hard work necessary to succeed.”
Duh. Why work hard if you could figure out an easier way?
“Mom, let me expl…”
“No. I’m talking now.” She pointed a long manicured finger in my direction. “You are my pride and joy. Do you have any idea how disappointed I am with you?” Her alto voice trembled, and a tear snaked down the side of her nose.
“No, ma’am. I’m sorry, but I just…”
“No more excuses. It’s bad enough to have Bishop Peters tell me my son is a cheat. He’s also worried about the state of your soul.” She picked up her glass of wine and downed half of it at once. Then she dabbed at her lips with a napkin and blotted her damp cheeks. “As long as you live under my roof, you will obey the rules. Lord knows I learned the hard way that cheating is wrong.”
“Mom, this isn’t the same as what happened between you and Dad.”
My Mom had been an actress on a television series when she met Dad. His family insisted she become a catholic, so she converted. During that time she became a hardcore believer and now swung a mean set of rosary beads. A few years after I was born, Dad, who was a producer for cheesy B-movies, had an affair with an actress. Technically, they were still married, but hadn’t lived with each other in years. She refused to sign the divorce papers, saying it was against God’s will.
“Cheating is cheating. I will not have you turn into the type of man who takes the easy way out instead of putting in the effort to be good.” She snapped, then slugged down the rest of her wine. “And yes, your father is a prime example of a cheater.
“Mom, that’s not fair. Comparing me to Dad is like…”
“I’m sorry, Justin. You know I always try to keep you out of the disputes your father and I have.” She poured herself another glass of wine, then stared deeply into the glass of red liquid, pursing her lips. “I want you to follow Bishop Peters' advice.” Mom put her glass down and sighed.
Fuck me. He probably wanted me to do stupid charity work or something. “What does he want me to do?”
“The first thing you are to do is go to confession. When was the last time you went?”
“Mom, please don’t make me…”
“Not only do you have to be contrite, and sincerely attempt to become a better young man, you must agree to be mentored by a new priest. His name is Father Mateo, and the bishop believes he would be an excellent influence on you. He is younger than most of the other priests at Our Lady of Lourdes, and you will have much in common.” Mom’s face was set in stone.
“I am an adult, and if I don’t want to go to stupid confession, then…”
“Then they will expel you from the University.” Mom interrupted, and I realized I had no choice in the matter. Personally, I didn’t care if they expelled me, but I knew it would kill her. I was all Mom had, and if they tossed me out of school, she’d drink the entire contents of the wine cellar at once.
“Fine.” I put my face in my hands and sighed.
“Father Mateo has agreed to hear your confession tomorrow morning at eleven. Instead of playing those silly video games tonight, why don’t you take an honest look inside yourself. Do you like what you see? If not, let the priest help you. That’s what he’s there for.” Mom grabbed the half-empty bottle of wine, stood and tottered out of the room.
Our Lady of Lourdes Cathedral was very old-fashioned. When I was a kid, we’d gone to a smaller parish, and when you went to confession, you sat face to face with the priest. Here, you entered an ornate wooden booth, got on your knees, and let all your sins out to a faceless voice behind a grill.
“Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It’s been a year and a half since my last confession.” I made the sign of the cross. My heart raced, eager to get this hell over with. “I cheated on my Latin exam and got caught by Sister Margaret.”
A deep chuckle came from the other side of the grill. “She is a formidable nun. Were you scared?”
I couldn’t believe a priest was asking me this. Wasn’t he supposed to scold me, or at the very least ask me to make a penance of some sort? “Well, she is kinda scary.”
“And is this the only sin you’ve committed since your last confession?” The priest’s voice was deep and smooth, and the hair’s on the back of my neck tingled. There was no way I would tell him about any other shit I’d done. But I guessed it was hard to believe that I’d only committed the one sin.
“Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve cheated.”
“It was the first time you were caught, right?” The voice rumbled softly through the booth. I almost laughed, since he was spot on.
“Do you have ESP or something?” I snickered, and immediately shut my mouth. Was it a sin to laugh during confession?
“No, and though I’d like to think that the lord is in here with us, I doubt he has given me any special powers to see into your mind.” The voice was soothing, almost hypnotic. “I might be a priest, but I am also a man who has sinned before.”
