Page 40 of Wrecked for the Holidays

Jakob had pulled them out and made my porch a goddamn winter wonderland. In typical Pacific Northwest winter fashion, the skies had remained a dark gray, so even at noon, the Christmas lights showed up well. The lit reindeer were arranged on the steps, draped in bells and live greenery from somewhere.

It looked like a home. A well-loved home. And it was ours.

Enough. My boy was waiting, and it was Christmas. I climbed out of my truck and headed for the front door.

“Jakob? I’m home,” I called when I was past the front door.

I shrugged out of my coat and hung it on the empty hook before toeing off my boots. Because I couldn’t stand it, I took a second to straighten the mess Jakob had left behind. I made a mental note about it, but it wasn’t the time to discuss housekeeping. “Jakob?”

“Papa, I’m in the back,” Jakob hollered.

The giggle in his voice was clear, and I heard the rustle of paper. I stepped into the room and looked on the couch for him—empty. I glanced toward the chairs, which were also vacant. His giggles were slightly lower, which brought my gaze to the Christmas tree. There, wrapped in acres of Christmas gnome wrapping paper, was Jakob.

He’d loosely wrapped the paper around his waist and tied a giant ribbon around his middle that was strategically placed directly over his dick. He’d also fashioned a huge bow that crisscrossed his chest like a present. The placement of the ribbon reminded me of a leather chest harness, which brought up a host of other ideas. Jakob smiled brightly, but I could see the nerves behind his smile.

“This might be the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”

I quickly crossed the room and dropped to the floor next to him. Once in front of him, I leaned forward to cup his jaw and place a gentle kiss on his lips. They parted slightly, but I resisted the urge to deepen the kiss. We needed to clear the air before we moved forward. My heart needed the clarification, and I hoped I wasn’t about to be heartbroken. I had a good feeling.

“I’ve missed you this week, Papa, but I’m glad you made everyone feel better.” Jakob’s tone was nervous, and he picked at threads on the ribbon wrapped aroundhim.

“Some were a little tougher than others, but we tried hard for everyone.” I leaned forward again and gave him another kiss. “But I missed you like crazy.”

“You missed me too?”

“Yeah, it’s hard not to miss the guy I’m in love with.”

Jakob’s breath hitched at my declaration.

“Are you sure? I know I said it the other day, but just ’cause I blurted it out doesn’t mean you have to say it back. It’s okay. It’s fine. People say it, but it doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s fine.”

Jakob babbled faster and faster, with his hands waving wildly around his head. He was in danger of undoing the ribbon he’d wrapped so carefully around him. Unwrapping him was a job for his Papa.

“Have I ever lied to you?” I kept my voice even-keeled.

“Never, Papa.”

“Then why would I start now? I love you, Jakob. I love how sweet and kind and wonderful you are. And now that you’re here, I can’t imagine my home without you.”

His smooth skin was too close not to touch. I traced a path down his arm until I reached the tips of his fingers.

“Oh, Papa, I love you too.”

Jakob launched himself at me. His arms tightened around my neck while he peppered kisses across my face. When he did, the wrapping paper around his waist shredded and he was left bare except for the ribbed underwear underneath.

“Oh, look what I found,” I said while I ran a finger under the tight band. His cock stirred under my gaze. His gasp was better than a gift when I traced over the growing bulge. “Love, what’s going on here?” His giggle might have been the happiest sound I’d heard in a long time, possibly ever. “Is this part of my present?” Jakob’s earnest, emphatic nod was so very him. “Can I unwrap it?”

“Ye-e-eah,” Jakob responded after an audible gulp. “If you want.”

“Oh, I want. I want very, very much.”

I pulled the metallic-red ribbon’s loose end. It collapsed, and I was able to pull it off. Jakob hissed when the fabric slid across his skin. The lights played on his skin in the shadow of the Christmas tree on this overcast day. My fingers found the already hard nubs of his nipples. I rubbed the pad of my thumb first on one, then the other. He tossed his head back at the contact and emitted a low groan. On my second pass, I teased both nipples and was rewarded with a similar sound.

The wrapping paper lay in shreds around him. The rustling sound made me smile when I pushed him back upon it. He looked confused but laid back at my urging. I followed the move and rewarded Jakob with a soft kiss when he listened to my silent instructions.

“You’re such a good boy. I love that about you. You always want to make your Papa happy, don’t you?”

Jakob tried to answer, but it came out in a croak. I kissed the tendons straining in his neck and the pulse point throbbing there. His bobbing Adam’s apple tempted me like nothing else, and I licked a stripe over it. He rewarded me with a shudder that triggered one of my own. I rained kisses across his shoulders and slid down to continue my descent.

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