Page 27 of A Beginner's Guide to Christmas Miracles
Nach hmm’d thoughtfully. “I have faith that Minos and Adam will fix this. But even if they can’t, I regret nothing. You were right—I can carry on my job even without miracles. Beyond that, you are so full of joy that I know you’ll help me. You already spread joy everywhere yourself. You are the most giving, kind, wonderful soul I have ever met. I may have performed countless miracles over the eons, but I never really knew what it was like to get my own. Now I do. You, my dearest Beckett, are the true Christmas miracle. If I never perform another miracle, your love is worth it.”
Beck leaned up and kissed Nach. Oh, how he loved this man… or angel. Whatever he was, Beck adored him.
“What about you?” Nach asked. “This has been a lot. It’s been a whirlwind of an evening. Are you okay with everything that’s happened? You’re sort of stuck with me now,” Nach joked, but Beck could sense his angel’s worry in the question.
“Oh Nach, you are more than I could ever have asked for. If I’m your miracle, then you’re mine. I have never been happier, and I’m definitely not ‘stuck’ with you. I’m blessed to have you in my life. I was trying to figure out how to keep you long before I knew any of this,” Beck admitted.
They stared at each other with love, leaning together to kiss again. Before long, the soft, gentle kisses became urgent, their mouths slanting against each other, and then Nach was kissing down Beck’s neck. Beck felt Nach’s beard scratching against his skin, and he fervently hoped he’d have some whisker burn to show for it. The feeling was exquisite, and he wanted a mark from his lover. His soulmate, apparently. Beck almost laughed in joy at the thought, but then his shirt was over his head, and Nach’s tongue did something amazing to his nipple, and he could only gasp.
“Bedroom. Lube. Inside me,” Beck cried out, barely able to form words. He would have loved to have taken Nach right there, but he did like a little lube, and that was one miracle Nach couldn’t perform right now. Beck didn’t mind, though. They would manage just fine the old fashioned way.
Nach chuckled at Beck’s urgency, and then they were kissing and (rather clumsily) making their way to the bedroom, clothes being shed as they went.
By the time they got to Beck’s room they were both naked, and while Nach pushed the door shut, Beck spread himself out on the bed, pulling the lube out of the bedside drawer.
He didn’t waste a second in squeezing some onto his fingers, and then he inserted a finger into himself and groaned, and Nach stared at him and groaned right along with him.
“Angels and demons, that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” Nach ground out, absently giving his cock a long stroke, almost like he couldn’t help himself.
Beck licked his lips and inserted another finger, because fuck, he needed that cock inside him. Now.
“Come make love to me, my soulmate,” Beck murmured.
Nach climbed up the bed, and Beck took out his fingers, hastily wiping them on the bedspread (that’s what laundry was for, after all).
When Nach was fully on top of him, they gazed into each other’s eyes. God, Beck loved this man. He felt like they were tied together, like they were two halves of a whole, and he supposed they were.
They both moaned when Nach entered him, their eyes never leaving each other. Beck wrapped his legs around Nach, staring up into those beautiful, golden eyes.
“I love you, Beckett,” Nach whispered.
“God, I love you too, Nachielus. With all that I am,” Beck returned.
It was a perfect moment, and Beck wished that they could exist in it forever. He was filled up with his lover, they were staring into one another’s eyes, and Beck had never felt so connected to anyone before in all his life. He felt tears rush to his eyes at the beauty of it, and he saw Nach overcome with emotion as well.
They made love slowly, reveling in the feel of each other’s bodies, leaning together to kiss, then breaking apart to stare into one another’s eyes. They basked in the moment, sharing soft kisses, letting their hands wander over each other’s skin, smiling and murmuring words of love the entire time.
It couldn’t last forever, however, and eventually they both felt the urgency of their orgasms approaching. Nach pumped into him faster, hitting Beck’s sweet spot, and Nach’s belly rubbed against his cock, causing amazing friction. He felt the orgasm overcome him like a tsunami, crashing over him and making him cry out, and he heard Nach cry out at the same time, the two of them coming together, bliss overwhelming them both. It was like his orgasm would never end, and he felt like he left his body because the feeling was so intense.
Eventually Beck came back to reality to find himself on his side, wrapped in Nach’s arms. Aww, his sexy Santa hadn’t wanted to crush him. Nach was softly running his fingers through Beck’s hair, and Beck looked at him with love.
“We don’t need miracles. We make our own,” Nach smiled.
“Yes, but we’ll have to do our own ‘post-coitus cleanup’ this time,” Beck giggled.
“Nothing would make me happier than to clean up my soulmate,” Nach admitted, and he started to pull away, but Beck pulled him back.
“In a moment,” he whispered. “We have all the time in the world, after all, so we’ll clean up in a moment.”
Nach settled back in, and they basked in the feel of each other. Yes, there was cleanup to do. And Beck would have to explain something to Alan—he had no idea what. They’d have to figure out clothes and all the ordinary mundane non-miracle things for Nach, but Beck wasn’t worried. They’d have each other, and they’d figure it out together.
They were soulmates, and that was all that really counted. They could face anything together, and they would do it with joy.
Beck couldn’t wait.
Epilogue
“Areyou guys totally sure you don’t mind me being here for your Christmas morning?” Alan asked.
