Under The Mistletoe (John & Luke - Pt 2)

Chapter 1

NOTE:  I am going to try and finish this over the weekend :)

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John ran a comb through his hair then fluffed the strands with his fingers—the way Luke liked. He thought it was sexy. John didn't see it, but if Luke Rivers said so, then it must be true. His eyes skimmed his reflection in the mirror, surveying his clothing that consisted of light blue jeans and a dark blue button shirt with pale blue pin stripes. Maybe Luke's right—you are kind of a hottie. He winked at himself and grinned. His laptop dinged in the other room and John abandoned his primping and self-admiration, making a beeline straight to the computer. The notification for a video chat blinked on the screen. John's pulse instantly kicked up and his crotch hardened as he opened the chat and Luke's face appeared.

"Hey, sexy," Luke grinned—then scooted back a bit so John could see he was wearing only a t-shirt and boxer briefs. A prominent bulge swelled the crotch of his briefs.

"Did you start the party without me?" John queried with a crooked smile.

Luke chuckled and rubbed his package. "Oh no, this is just the result of me thinking about your hot bod." He gazed at John. "By the way, you're looking fucking sexy."

"Right back atcha," John grinned, wishing he could crawl through the computer screen and sample the guy's sexiness in the flesh. "God, man, I miss you like crazy. I'm so fucking horny for your ass."

"You and me, too," Luke groaned, then smirked. "I mean, horny for your ass."

"I can't believe it's only been a month." John sagged back in his desk chair and massaged his throbbing cock. "Feels like a fucking year."

"No shit."

John watched Luke's hand conform to his hard crotch and slowly squeezed and rub. John's member responded as attentively as if Luke were rubbing him. "These next couple days are going to feel even longer," he said with a rasp. "You had better fucking be home when I get there, because I'm going to be making the whole damn drive with a raging hard-on that I'm going to need to take care of as soon as I arrive."

"Don't worry," Luke assured, smiling. "I'll be on you like white on rice on a paper plate in a snowstorm."

"Shit," John grinned. "That was a mouthful."

"No..." Luke smiled wryly and gripped his crotch. "This is a mouthful."

That was no lie. John instantly began to salivate—he hadn't tasted Luke's cock since the Sunday after Thanksgiving. He shivered with the memory of that weekend. Thursday through Sunday—over three full days of fucking and...A dreamy smile teased John's lips; and snuggling. The sex was out of this world, but in a way it was just the icing on an already delicious cake. Luke was no longer just a high school sex fantasy—he was everything John had ever wanted in a boyfriend, emotionally as well as sexually.

"What're you smiling about?" Luke's voice snapped him out of his little reverie.

John sighed and shrugged. "Oh nothing important," he mused.

"Hm." Luke stared at him in doubtful amusement. "So...are you going to kiss me under the mistletoe?" Luke's amusement deepened with a glimmer of mischief.

"Uh..." John's eyes narrowed a little. "...sure."

"Promise?"

With a short laugh, John nodded. "Yeah, I promise."

Luke winked. "All right, then. Just remember you promised."

"Okay," John frowned, an uncertain smile on his lips. "I'll remember."