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delicious little pleasures.
    Alexei glanced down, saw Mike’s erection,
and arched one eyebrow. Mike grinned. Goddamn, he felt awesome .
    “Come,” Alexei said. With a steadying hand
on Mike’s back, Alexei led him into the steamy bathroom and into the shower.
The hot water felt fantastic, and Mike stepped directly under the spray,
letting it pour over his head and splash onto Alexei as he wrapped his arms
around Mike’s waist and curled his hand around Mike’s cock.
    From there, it didn’t take long. Just long
enough for Alexei to thrust two fingers into Mike’s aching hole and tap his
prostate while stroking his fist along Mike’s shaft. It was quick enough, in
fact, to leave time for Mike to drop to his knees and show Alexei how very,
very much Mike appreciated his Christmas gift from the night before.
    As soon as they were done cleaning up, they
pulled on some clothes and started out of the apartment. Alexei stopped Mike
with a hand on his arm. “Do you want some cream?” Alexei asked, referring to
the special ointment they kept for those time Mike needed to be able to play
hockey—or do anything else—without the twinges from his ass.
    Mike smiled. “No.”
    Today, he wanted to feel every second of it
and savor his gift.
     
    They let themselves into Rupert and
Callum’s apartment to find the usual chaos unfolding around them. Rupert was in
the kitchen on the phone, pouring a cup of coffee, while his husband, Callum,
was coming out of their bedroom with his head lost in the sweater he was
pulling on. Their eldest, Christian, reached him just in time to prevent Callum
from walking directly into a wall.
    Christian rolled his eyes with the despair for
a parent only a thirteen year old could manage.
    Callum’s head popped through the neck hole.
“Oh, hey, guys. Thanks for coming over so quickly.”
    “No problem,” Mike said, peering over the
back of the couch. As he’d suspected, Oliver was curled up under a blanket,
zoning out with Curious George on the TV. At five years old, he was getting a
little old for the show, but it was still his favorite for when he was half
asleep or stressed out. Mike studied his little face for a moment and
determined this was the former.
    “Oliver,” he said, brushing his hand over
the mop of dark, silky hair poking out of the blankets, “are you still going to
help me later?”
    Oliver smiled up at him. “I will, if you
still need my help.”
    “I do,” Mike promised. He just had to
figure out when he was going to convince Alexei to go out and do the last of
his holiday shopping now that their plans had been put into a bit of a
tailspin. Mike needed Alexei gone long enough to wrap the last of his gifts, a
task Mike had promised Oliver he could help with.
    Mike glanced over at the enormous tree in
the corner of the living room and smiled. It had all of Rupert and Callum’s, and Mike and Alexei’s, ornaments this year. With the travel schedule what it was,
and Rupert and Callum’s invitation to spend Christmas here with them, Mike and
Alexei hadn’t bothered to get a tree this year, opting instead to share one
with the family across the hall.
    Their family.
    Mike startled when Rupert ran up and hugged
him. “Thank you so much for being here,” Rupert said, far more earnestly than
last-minute childcare duties—which they did all the time—seemed to warrant.
    “Always,” Mike said automatically, because
he had no idea what Rupert’s deal was this morning and because it was true.
    “Come on, duchess,” Callum said patiently
from the door.
    Rupert grinned at all of them, kissed the boys
goodbye, and flew out of the apartment.
    Alexei and Mike shared a long look. What
the hell was that?
    Alexei shrugged and went back to making
breakfast.
     
     
    Alexei smirked as he walked back into
Rupert and Callum’s apartment later that morning, amused by Oliver and Mike
dashing to the tree to tuck a pile of newly-wrapped gifts in amongst the others
already stacked there.