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The automatic timer went off just at the right second, which was good because a moment later James and Ryan were wrestling on the floor like children in their silly matching Christmas pajamas over who wanted the other to open their presents first. They eventually wore themselves out, and Ryan won the right to make James open his presents first. 

The presents didn’t really matter to Ryan after all. James was his gift, and always would be. Two years ago, Ryan was stuck at home on Christmas with a broken leg from a skiing incident. He ordered some groceries to be delivered, but when James arrived to drop them off, he noticed something was wrong. The pain pills Ryan were given were affecting his appetite and he hadn’t been eating well; his blood sugar levels were showing dangerous numbers. James called 911 and the medics got Ryan’s diabetes under control before taking him the hospital.

Ryan begged the delivery company to put him in contact with James and sent him flowers and a card. James visited him in the hospital. He’d even delivered more groceries. They’d kept in touch, and by spring, romance had blossomed. In Ryan’s opinion, he was given a second chance at life, and he was going to use it to love James and spoil him. James was his guardian angel after all. And that meant a lot of presents.

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#indoorsurvival. Franconia Notch State Park, New Hampshire P: @whitneyharperlee | #thecabinchronicles

(Fictional story contains NSFW content below:)

Ramses knocked the snow off his boots.

“Hey love,” Jamie cooed. “How’s the roads?”

“Oh you know, awful.”

“We’re going to be snowed in aren’t we?” Jamie took Ramses’s coat and snuck a kiss on his cold lips. “Mm frosty. We’re going to be stuck here probably through Christmas aren’t we?”

“I reckon. I stayed a bit late to get the mail. We got some things, so we’ll eat least have Christmas,” Jamie said.

“Well that’s good! Speaking of Christmas, I have something I want to show you. I came up with the solution to our Christmas tree problem.”

“Oh?” Ramses asked. “Did you?”

“Let’s get the packages in first, then I’ll show you.”

“Alright, love.”

Jamie shrugged on his coat and shoved his feet in his boots. In ten minutes, they had the groceries and supplies unloaded – including their mutt Moonie who spent the time eating snow. Ramses was then made to wait in the entryway for Jamie to run to the kitchen to put the perishables in the refrigerator. He soon came trotting back.

“Ok what did you want to show me?” Ramses asked.

Jamie took his hand and lead him from the entryway around the corner to the living room. “What do you think?”

Ramses looked at the pretty birch boughs draped with Christmas lights. It was definitely pretty, both rustic and cozy. He smiled. It checked off all the boxes. It was minimalist and clean looking. it didn’t take up space in the small living room. It didn’t kill a tree. Moonie wouldn’t pee under it. And it wasn’t an immediate fire hazard.

“It’s a deconstructed tree. How did you think of that?” Ramses asked.

Jamie folded his arms in a way where he cupped his elbows in his palms; he looked pleased with himself. “Moonie brought me a birch stick earlier. She gave me the idea. I found some boughs in the wood pile, but during my walk this morning I found many that fell from the ice storm in November. I sawed them to length, and voila! They’re not treated though so we’ll have to watch out for bugs…”

Ramses smiled. “I love it. You are so creative. You constantly amaze me.” He pulled Jamie closer for an intimate kiss.

“Thank y-MMn your lips are still freezing!”

“Warm em up?”

“Mmhm…”

Ramses enjoyed Jamie’s mouth. Soon he could feel something hard pressed against his thigh. “I think I need to give your first Christmas present.”

“Dick?” Jamie teased. “Did you put a bow on it?”

“Would you like me too?” Ramses shot back with an eyebrow wiggle.

Jamie laughed “It’d be funny. But if it’s not dick then what is it?”

“Just wait a moment!” Ramses trotted upstairs to the loft. Finding two places in a wood cabin to hide presents from one another wasn’t easy – but they had it worked out. Ramses put his in the attic, Jamie in the cellar.

Jamie sat on the sofa and watched the fire until Ramses came back. He was surprised to see his partner carrying a handful of wrapped gifts.

“You want me to open all of those right now?”

“No no… just one.” Ramses knelt down and put them under the birch boughs. “Just want to put the presents out.”

Jamie smiled. “Now that we have somewhere to put them.”

“Right. There’s more upstairs…plus the mail…”

“Later, love. My boner isn’t going to wait. Just watching you squat is making me leak.”

Ramses shot Jamie a look. “God you know casual sexy talk drives me insane.”

Jamie spread his legs on the sofa and massaged himself through his jeans. “It does feel wet in here though…”

Ramses licked his lips. “Here, open this so we can go upstairs already. I want you.”

jamie grinned at him. “Impatient aren’t we.” He accepted a rectangular package. He carefully undid the paper until the contents revealed itself. Only then did he bark out a laugh. “Oh my god, it IS a dick! And it had a bow on it.”

It was Ramses turn to look pleased. “Well an artificial dick is still a dick. It has this vibrating pulse thing… so like, you don’t have to get those shoulder and arm cramps while you suck me and play with yourself at the same time.”

Jamie inspected it. “That’s such a thoughtful way to say you want me to play with your balls more during oral.”

Ramses burst out laughing. “God you are so fun. I swear it’s for you.”

Jamie smirked. “Why don’t you show me how it works? Loosen me up real good and then give me the real thing?”

“…I’ll go get the batteries right now.”

Two hours later, they late spent and depleted on stained flannel sheets. Jamie paused drawing circles in Ramses’s chest hair. “Oh I never said thank you.”

“For what?” Ramses mumbled. He wasn’t quite in the present. His mind was rewinding and rewatching the scenes of Jamie arched and pleading under him, the scenes of Jamie’s body quivering from the impact of every hard fuck. Ramses’s muscles weren’t quite back online yet from all that and he was too tired to lift his head.

“I meant thank you for the dildo. Seriously I can’t believe I had three orgasms between you and it.”

“You’re welcome. You are beautiful when you cum, did you know that?”

Jamie blushed. “No. I always thought of my o face would be kind of a comical one.”

“No, it’s beautiful. You’re in throes of ecstasy. That’s what makes me cum.”

Jamie snuggled up to him. “I like knowing i make you cum that way.”

Ramses pulled him close. “It’s true. I really hope we have enough batteries to last this snow storm…”

“Oh come on, we have to eat sometime.”

Ramses chuffed. “And open presents. And make Christmas dinner.”

“You can fuck me while I make Christmas dinner.”

“I accept your invitation.” Ramses sighed. “God I love Christmas.”

“Me too.” Jamie. “I think I love you more though.”

“You think?”

“I was talking to the dildo.” Jamie giggled.

Ramses laughed. “God, you are fun. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Ramses.” They shared a kiss, and watched the snow fall outside the windows as darkness set in.

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“I mean, this garden is quaint and all Mike, but really have you thought about this seriously?”
Mike takes off his gloves. “What do you mean, take this seriously?”
“You’re throwing your whole career away to raise a kid? I mean, come on Mike, I think it’s sweet you want to be a stay at home dad but why you and not Daniel? Daniel’s a designer, can’t he work from home? We need you at the office.”
Mike considered his supervisor. “Well, Hampton, it was kind of you to come out here and talk to me in person. But I don’t think you really want me back at the office because I’m a valuable team member. I think old man Cavington realized just how much work I was doing, considering I absorbed Monica’s job after she left with pretty much no pay increase. Funny how never quite got around to replacing her. And I’m guessing he’s since hired someone who can’t keep up since I’ve been on paternity leave, and now you have to hire someone else to do the rest of the work, and it’ d be easier and cheaper to have me there to take advantage of again.

Hampton narrowed his eyes, “Hey now. You were still paid well, and Cavington takes care of us.”

“I was paid well for the job I was doing at 45 hours a week. Not working 70 hours a week. Look, I appreciate that you came out here, and told me I’m valuable, but I’m not coming back. I’m happy out here, being a stay at home dad., working in the garden, raising our little girl. Adopted children need more support in their lives.
And for your knowledge, Daniel doesn’t like working at home because he gets distracted. He gets more work done in the office. We didn’t make the decision how to structure our family lightly. And to be fair – if I was a woman staying home to raise our kid, I doubt you’d be here.”
“That’s unfair.”
“Maybe. But I know why Monica quit. Cavington wouldn’t leave her alone.”
Hampton didn’t say anything.
“Yeah. Look, you’re a nice guy. Just don’t be doing Cavington’s dirty work for him. Honestly Hampton, you should be getting paid more too. I heard Quantic’s is hiring. I bet you could get paid a lot more there,” Mike says.
Hampton studies him. “I see. Well. I gotta get back into the city before traffic gets bad. Good luck Mike. If you change your mind by Friday, let me know.“
“Ok Hampton. Thanks for coming.”

They shook hands. Hampton left. His car was probably still warm. Mike listened to it drove off. He tilted his head up and felt the sun on his face. At his feet Caroline babbled and chewed on a leaf. This was the best decision he ever made. Office life wasn’t for him. This was better.
“Oh honey don’t put a rock in your mouth. Come on, let’s finish weeding. We want to make a nice salad for when daddy comes home for dinner. And let’s do a load of laundry – and give you a bath. Goodness your feet are filthy!” Mike tickled her toes and she giggled. Mike’s chest filled with love. God, he enjoy being a stay at home dad. There was so many perks – like the increase in sex he was getting now too was also nice. He looked forward to Daniel coming home so he could greet his man with a big kiss.

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A Nantucket Summer.

Julian dropped his hands to his sides and sighed. He looked over his shoulder at the car, then out to sea.
“Honey, it’s time to go,” Luke called.
Julian didn’t move right away. He inhaled, filling his lungs with salt air. “Is it really time to go?”
Luke paused. He closed the car door and walked over to where Julian was standing by the fence. His leather slippers made muffled crunching noises as he walked across the gravel interspersed between decorative paving stones. When Luke got close enough, he wrapped his arms around Julian’s shoulders. “Did you fall in love with this place?”
Julian sniffled. “Yes.”
“It’s pretty here.”
“Yeah. it is pretty. It’s not just that, though.
“What is it?” Luke asked.
I …I feel more in love with you here, than back home.”
“What?”
“I don’t know.” Julian reached up and covered Luke’s hands with his own. “It’s so romantic here. We’re unclothed or naked like all the time. We sleep with the doors and windows open…we make love on the beach. we drink wine on a pier, enjoy an afternoon out on a boat, we eat outside, you make your teaching plans for the fall, I paint like a madman until three in the morning…”
Luke nuzzles Julian’s ear. “It is romantic. But it’s only romantic because you’re here with me – in my bed, on our porch, on the boat, on the beach. In my arms.” He lowered his voice. “Under me.”
Julian shivered.
“But you are also in New York City with me. And you’re the only reason New York is magical to me.”
Julian startled. “Really?”
“Yes. We walk in Central Park together, we drink coffee at cafes, we curl up under the blankets, we buy the first harvest of apples at the Union Square Farmre’s market, we make love as the snow buries us outside…you bring me lunches at the University with paint on your clothes, and you walk me home in the dark after meeting me at the subway station.  It’s…well.”
“Romantic?”
“Yeah,” Luke said. “It is.”
Julian turned around to face Luke and studied him. He had some lines on his face he didn’t use to. With his loose curls pulled back in a short ponytail like that, Julian could really see the greys now. Streaks of them. But Luke didn’t look old. He looked sophisticated and wise. And handsome. Julian rubbed the ring on his own hand with his thumb. He smiled.
“What?” Luke asked, the corner of his mouth going up on one side. His cheeks looked a little pink under the tan. “Why are you smiling?”
“Cause I made the right choice in marrying you. I’ll never love anymore more in my life.” Julian planted a kiss on Luke’s surprised mouth. He slipped away and began to walk toward the car. “Come on honey, we need to get going or we’ll get stuck on the FDR.”
Luke fumbled for words. He felt oddly warm and flustered. “Uh yeah – right, right. Coming.” He gave the ocean one last look, and followed Julian to the car.

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aphrodites-anus:

Pikesville, Maryland
1927

Jonathan laughed at a joke Wilford told him. “Well that’s quite wild, but don’t be making jokes like that in front of the boss!”
“Well, that’s why I told it before I went in!”
Jonathan chuckled. “You are the most entertaining man in the office, WIlford.”
Wilford smirks and tips his hat. “Kind of you to say. Now, I am going into the office and I will behave.”
“Oh you do that. I will be coming in soon.”

Jonathan wiped the crumbs off his lap. He had purchased breakfast from a bakery nearby, but chose to sit and eat it outside instead of at his desk. It was a beautiful spring day and everything was coming alive. He was distracted by their secretary Mary hurrying toward him at a fast shuffle.

“Goodness, Marybelle, what is the rush? Emergency typing?”
She swatted at him. “No, you rascal, I have something serious to tell you.”
“Well what is it?”
She looked around. “Not here. When you get settled, call me into your office ok?”
Jonathan looked bewildered. “Copy, darlin. I’ll make my way in.”
Mary adjusted her skirts. “Thank you.” And then marched inside.

Jonathan went to his office and opened a window. He went through his planner, and then set to writing a letter. “Mary? Darlin’ could you come in here please?” He called out through the open door.
The telephone rang. “One moment please.” Jonathan waited. He soon heard her heels on the wood floor.
“Well what is it?”
She closed the door and a smiled bloomed on her face. “I have your answer to your prayers.”
Jonathan stared at her.
She folded her skirt under her and sat down at the chair opposite his desk. “I’m in the family way,” she whispered.

Jonathan’s eyes went wide. “Marybelle, you aren’t–!”
She noticed the open window and got up to shut it. “I am. Very much am. Doctor thinks it’s over a month now.”
“Well I – congratulations?” Jonathan tilted his head. A spike of jealousy went through him but he tried to be cordial.
“I want you and Samuel to have it.”
Jonathan dropped his pen and gasped. “Marybelle! Did you – did you get pregnant just for-”
She waved her hands in front of him. “No, no. I saw a suitor back in March. Things …well, you know. When I found out I was pregnant, I told him. He gave me a few dollars, told me to do the right thing, and vanished.” Her cheeks turned red.
“What a bastard,” Jonathan murmured.
“He is,” she said. She pushed a tear out of her eye. “He didn’t care about me or the baby. He would rather me die on a back alley abortion table than burden him with responsibility.”
Jonathan reached out to caressed her arm. “My apologies. Being a woman isn’t easy in the city.”
She nodded. “Part of me wishes I stayed in Maine, but part of me knows this is what happens to city girls who let their emotions make choices for them. Which is why I want to make some good come out of this. Please, won’t you and Samuel at least think about it?”
“Mary…”
“ I may be fired once i start showing, being unmarried and all, so you may only have one or two months left to make a decision.”
“I won’t let that happen!”
Mary smiled. “You’re sweet, Jonathan. I would have gone after you if…”
Jonathan gave a crooked smile. “If you haven’t caught me and Samuel being sweet at the Christmas party last year?”
“That, yes,” she chuckled girlishly.
“I am glad it was you that caught us. Oh, I shouldn’t have drank so much wine…I was such a fool.”
Mary swatted him. “We all drank too much. Did I ever tell you I was coming out in the garden to vomit?”
Jonathan burst out laughing. “I did not! That’s not very ladylike.”
“No it isn’t, but you know, city girls.”
They shared a chuckle.
Jonathan grew quiet. He glanced at his mostly blank letter and then spoke agian.
“Mary…this is, erm, quite something, this gift you want to give us. Honestly it’s just now sinking in what you told me. I almost don’t want it be real, because the thought of having the idea taken from me is almost too painful. It’s all Samuel wants is to be a father.”
Mary smiled. “The baby will grow with our hope. I know you’ll raise it well. And I’ll be nearby.”
“Yes. Oh Mary…” Jonathan took his hands in her own. “Bless you. Thank you.”
“Oh, it makes me so happy you agree. So very happy.” She pulled her hand out of Jonathan’s so she could wipe away from tears. Jonathan gave her his hankie.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Have you seen a physician?”
“Yes. That’s how I knew I was a month.”
”Oh right.”
”I have to go buy some special vitamins, but I’m going to wait until the weekend when I have to go pay my electricity bill. It’s on the other side of town and I can get the vitamins at the pharmacy there without anyone noticing.”
“You are so determined. I hope this baby will be fierce and headstrong like you.”
Mary swallowed. “Please don’t make me cry at work.”
Jonathan chuckled. “I am so sorry. But I am so grateful. I cannot wait to tell Samuel when I come home tonight. I do wish I could phone him, but I don’t want to pull him away from work at the factory. We may need the money, it looks like.”
Mary stood and smiled. “Always sensible. I want a full report on his response the next day.”
“You will get it, absolutely. May I call you at home?”
Mary wrote down her number. “It’s a boarding house, but just ask for me and the matron will find me.”
Jonathan pocketed it. “Thank you. I will.”
“Now, Mr. Greyson, do you need any other reports typed this afternoon?”
Jonathan chuffed. “No, Mary that’ll be all. If anyone asks why your eyes are red, tell them I scolded you on typos.”
“Oh you couldn’t scold me if I set the typewriter on fire!”
“…Can you do that?”
Mary left the room laughing and went back to her desk at the front. Jonathan sat in his chair for a while and then went to open the window again. He glanced out at the buds in the trees, the pretty colors erupting in the flower beds. Everything was coming alive. Oh, it would be so hard to hold in this joyous news for the whole work day. Jonathan spent a good twenty minutes thinking how to tell Samuel before reluctantly going back to work. Oh, wow, a baby of their own! How was he supposed to focus on that letter now??

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flashdoggy:

domgayhusbands:

Never forget who your King is- the Head of the Household, the Man in the relationship, your Protector, your Owner… your Husband.

But…..where’s the dog?

The pup is out of frame, curled up next to its Masters’ bed on its own cushion, half in a doze. The yard was purged of squirrels this morning, and so he needs to refill his energy to play later and beg for scraps while the Masters make lunch.

Tomorrow the pup has to go upon the silly business of putting on clothes and pretending to be a human at this boring place called an office. But now? Now things were good. Lazy Sundays were always good.

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flashdoggy:

Doesn’t have to be anything special – just being by His side is enough.

“This is nice,” Dexter murmured.
“What?” Alexander responded. “Having your beard scratched?”
“Yes, but no…this. Being on vacation. Renting a cabin. Being alone with you.”
“Wow. I’m surprised to hear you say that.”
“Why?” Dexter grunted, barely moving his lips.
“Well, you hated the whole idea. And you got pretty mad when you found out how bad cell service is out here. And that this place doesn’t have wi-fi.”
“Yeah. That is annoying. But… it’s kind of nice not worrying about my phone. I’m not jumping up everytime it goes off.”
“I like that too.”
“You knew exactly what we needed as a couple,” Dexter added. “Time away from life. With us. I miss those days in college when we had nothing to do and we’d just crash at your place and make out, get stoned, and bake all night.”
Alexander smiled. “Those are some of my best memories.”
“Most of my best memories are with you.”
“Aww Dex, that’s, really sweet.”
Dex reached up and gave Alex’s arm a squeeze. “Being with you is amazing. I love seeing your face every day.”
Dex couldn’t see Alex blush. “Dexter~ You’re going to make me choke up.”
“Well, guess I better go all the way then if we’re doing the emotions thing..”
“What?” Alexander asked. “What do you mean?”
“I planned to ask you to marry me some time this year, Alexander, but I’ve never felt more in love with you than I do right now.”
Alex gasped. “Are – are you serious?”
Dex hadn’t moved, and his eyes are barely open. “Don’t let my beached-whale state confuse you. I am completely serious. Will you marry me, Alexander Lockheed?”
“Holy shit! Yes, Dexter. A thousand times yes!”
Dexter smiled. “Good. Then you’ll be mine right and proper and you can force good ideas into my head for the rest of our lives -oof!” Alex had gotten up and crawled onto the narrow sofa with Dexter, which meant practically resting on top of him. “Hello there,” Dexter said. He opened his eyes. and gave a cock-eyed, lazy smile. “Oof elbow, watch out there.”
“I love you so much, Dexter.” Alex kissed him and Dexter’s lids floated close again.
“Mmmnn thatsh nice. I love you more, Alex.”
“That’s impossible. I do.”
“Well we got the rest of our lives for you to realize you’re wrong.”
Alex giggled. “Well, wrong or not, I’m really happy you asked me.”
“I’m happy you said yes,” Dexter said, clearing his throat. He swallowed. “The ring will come later.”
“I imagine it will. I’m not worried,” Alex said. He rested his head on Dexter’s chest. Dexter wrapped his arms around him.

There seemed to be no more words to say, and they both drifted off for an afternoon nap. Around the golden hour, they roused. Alex tugged aside his shorts, and pressed himself against Dexter’s lap. Dexter fumbled for the lube they left on the end table from last night’s Uno insanity, and he knew what to do without really even opening his eyes again. His beefy hands found their way to Alex’s waist, and put him in place. They rocked together in an escalating fashion, breathing becoming more audible in the quiet of the room. Alex whimpered. Dexter cursed. The orgasm gushed between them. Alex rested on Dexter’s body again, only with wet fabric and more flesh between them.  No talking, just kissing, until their bodies dipped down into sleep again.

While Alex’s head was full of dreams about a wedding on the lake and sex on a huge bed, Dex didn’t dream at all. Alex was already his, even without the certificate from the state in agreement or the fancy ceremony. In the kitchen, Dexter’s phone dinged. He barely noticed. Dexter listened to Alex breathe softly against his neck, and forgot about it within minutes.

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Something a little different…

Something a little different…

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So one of my readers and I were talking about one of my recent posts with Rasheed and Ali, and we subsequently decided a few random things about the characters. Ali came from wealthy parents, but Rasheed came from immigrants. Rasheed grew up to be a respectable painter and artist, who became quite desired because he painted at a glacially slow pace – mostly because he often got distracted and ended up painting Ali instead. There was a whole room of those Ali paintings in his house that built up over the years.

It was decided that Rasheed gave a Ali a 40th’ wedding anniversary present by putting all of his artwork of Ali on display in chronological order. We also decided that at this gallery opening, Ali’s mother would actually show up and they would reconcile; she basically disowned him in his 20s for marrying a man.

You can read it here.