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  Franz

  I nodded as I watched the snow swirling down and making everything magical. I had no idea what his plans for Christmas were but mine were looming and they were pretty damned dismal. The idea of sitting around the table with Dad and my brothers, with all three of them scowling at me as I told them about my wonderful boyfriend – and there was no doubt about it, I totally would tell them. I had nothing to hide – didn’t exactly fill me with glee. I would have loved to spend Christmas with Buzz, a lovely lazy Christmas morning, opening presents and making love... it would be perfect. But he hadn’t asked and I didn’t want to put him on the spot if he’d already made plans with his friends.

  “Right,” said Buzz, rousing me from my thoughts, “In the fridge there’s a chicken.”

  I swallowed hard. I wasn’t great with raw meat if truth be told... “Do I have to touch it?” I whispered.

  Buzz snorted, “You what?” he squawked, “You boss me around, shove butt plugs and dildos into my ass and have my cock in your mouth at the same time and you’re afraid of a bit of raw chicken?”

  Well, when he put it like that... I grinned, “Point taken.” I said primly.

  He raised his eyebrows, “If you want to take my point, be my guest.” He grabbed his cock suggestively.

  Trying and failing quite spectacularly to keep my mind on the task and off his cock I sidled up to him, “You want me to suck your cock, big guy?”

  He smiled and shrugged, “Only if you want to – but we’ve been in that hospital all day, I’m not exactly freshly showered.”

  Like I cared about that... “Drop them.” I demanded.

  “Holy fucking hell, you are the sexiest...” he didn’t manage any more because I lunged at him, shoving my tongue in his mouth and I totally fucking owned him. I had both hands around his massive cock and I was working him up into a frenzy.

  “I want to feel you too.” He gasped between kisses, “Get your cock out for me, baby.”

  “Where do you want me?” I asked, “I want you to fuck me, Buzz. Good and hard.”

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he muttered.

  “Fuck me over the table.” I demanded clearing myself a space and dropping my jeans to my knees, “Hard and fast and messy as you like.” I panted.

  “No baby,” he said firmly, “Zac’ll think he can have a piece of the action if we do anything down here and believe me, you don’t want him humping your leg while I’m humping the rest of you – besides, I want you in my bed. It’s not comfortable enough over the table, trust me.”

  I chuckled, wondering when he’d been involved in such an incident and feeling a small stab of jealousy at the same time as I was finding it amusing. Pushing the thought aside, I allowed him to lead me to the bedroom and to push me down on the bed.

  The next second he was behind me, “Are you sure about this, baby?” he asked in a concerned voice, “We don’t have any lube, sweetheart.”

  “Spit on me, then.” I hissed, “Or lick me – or use some olive oil – just get your massive, juicy cock inside me.”

  Buzz made a noise that almost had me coming and then I felt his hands spreading my arse cheeks apart and his mouth sucking my opening. Holy fucking shit! I’d never felt anything like it before in my life. His hand drifted around to my cock and he started to work me.

  “Oh, God,” Buzz murmured, “Baby, you feel so good, and you taste so good, mmmm...” he nuzzled his face right into my crack. Fuck. That felt good.

  He rimmed me a little longer, his tongue wetting my entrance until he could poke his tongue inside a little. Perfect. “Oh, God. Fuck me, baby.” I groaned into the pillow, “I want to feel your big, fat cock in my ass.”

  “Shit, you’re fucking sexy when you talk dirty.” He said, “Right, you asked for it. Here’s my big, fat cock. Take it, baby.”

  I felt him breach my entrance and slide right inside in one fluid movement. Holy fucking shit, that was good. I might enjoy being the dom most of the time, but being fucked by my beautiful, big boyfriend was pretty damned hot too. “Ohhh, fuck, Buzz.” I gasped, “That’s fucking awesome. Fuck me. Harder. Harder.”

  “Ready?” Buzz panted.

  “I’m ready.” I groaned. “But don’t touch my cock. I want to come all over your sheets without anything but your cock in me. That’s your job tonight. To make me come on your big, fat, meaty cock.”

  *

  “Oh, Barney,” I breathed without really thinking as he ran his hand down my back and stopped just at the base of my spine to stroke me with the tips of his fingers. He’d just slid his spent cock out of me and I’d just jizzed all over the bedspread. He really did know how to fuck me just perfectly.

  Buzz froze mid stroke, “Did you just call me Barney?” he asked.

  Fuck! I could have kicked myself. Things had been going perfectly too... Buzz was sensitive about his real name – Simon had told me that a while ago – but he hadn’t told me what his real name was or why he was sensitive about it – but from the look on his face, I was beginning to get an idea that it might be something to do with his fucked-up aunt...

  “I...” I trailed off. I couldn’t very well lie about it.

  He smiled, “It’s okay.” He said gently, “I actually kind of like it from your lips.”

  I smiled shyly at him.

  Buzz’s smile got wider, making him look unbelievably handsome, “I’d always kind of hated Barnard – it sounds so stuffy – like I should be a butler or something – but I was always Barney when I was little and I was totally cool with it.” He paused, “It was only when I got older that everyone dropped it – apart from Susan who thought it was charming.” He shuddered.

  “I’ll never call it you again if you don’t want me to.” I promised, “I just loved that your name was Barnard – and I really love How I Met Your Mother...”

  He chuckled, “I look nothing like Barney from that show – and I’m most certainly no Lothario!”

  I grinned, “I know that.” I said, “I just really love that you’ve got almost the same name as my all-time favourite character.”

  He chuckled, “Then you can continue to call me Barney – but only you.”

  I kissed his cheek, “I’ll only call it you in bed.” I whispered, “When you’ve made me come and I’m all boneless and pliable.”

  Buzz chuckled, “When are you ever boneless?” he asked, “You’ve got a permanent hard on.”

  I chuckled as I looked down at my very erect cock, “It’s not my fault if my boyfriend is ridiculously sexy.”

  He grinned, “Can’t argue with that.” He said before pulling me in and kissing me senseless.

  Chapter 25 – Making plans

  Franz

  “What are you doing for Christmas and New Year?” Buzz asked as he started plating up the dinner I’d kind of made but not really. It was an hour since we’d had our fabulous sex session and we’d both showered and had changed the sheets on the bed – I’d made a bit of a mess with insisting that I come all over the sheets...

  The smell in the kitchen when we got back to it was absolutely mouth-watering. I’d been a little scared that we’d spent too long away from the food and it would be ruined but I should have known better. Buzz was a phenomenal cook and even when he was handing over the reins to me, he knew exactly what he was doing.

  I looked up at him, “Uh, well, I’m supposed to be going home to see Dad and my brothers.”

  He nodded, “And is that what you want to do? Or are you just going because that’s what they expect you to do?”

  I blinked. Fuck. That was exactly what I was doing – and yet I didn’t really want to go home at all – apart from seeing Gumdrop. She’d be happy to see me but for the rest of them – I’d have to put up with the sneering glances from my eldest brother, Eduard. And then there were the slightly less homophobic remarks – meant in fun but somehow actually coming out as cruel jibes from Georg, my second oldest brother. And then there was the eternally disapproving and disappointed Dad... “I don’t want to go home.” I said quietly, “I want to spend Christmas and New Year with you.” I bit my lip. He might not have been planning on that at all. He might have been asking as a way to plan around me... Fuck.

  I chanced a glance at him. He was beaming at me, “Really?” he asked. I nodded, “Oh, wow!” he stopped what he was doing and gathered me into his arms. Twirling me around he planted me back down and kissed me hard, “We are going to have the best time!”

  I smiled back at him, “That sounds fantastic!” I agreed, “But I’ve got to tell Dad first – and he might not be happy – he’s always said that Christmas is family time...”

  Buzz nodded, “And it is.” He said, “Simon’ll be coming over after dinner – he spends dinner at Mum and Dad’s with our sister, Darcy but then they always come over to see me for the evening.”

  I bit my lip, “You mean your parents come too?” I asked.

  Buzz just looked at me, “Don’t even go there, dude.” He said, “Mum and Dad... well, I know he got all sentimental in the hospital knowing that I’d saved his life but on balance, I still think they’d actually prefer it if I didn’t exist.”

  I grinned at him ruefully, “We’re soul-mates, you and I.” I murmured.

  He smiled at me and shrugged, “Works for me,” he said as he placed a plate of pure heaven in front of me, “Now, let’s eat.”

  Chapter 26 – Miracle cure and a wedding...

  Buzz

  I watched him sleeping. His dark hair splayed out on the pillow around his face like a halo. He looked like an angel. I smiled. He was definitely my angel...

  I wondered if he truly felt the same way that I did. This overwhelming feeling of love, so powerful it took my breath away whenever I looked at him. I didn’t want to pressure hi
m into a serious relationship with me. I was very aware that I was almost twenty-six and quite ready to settle down with the man of my dreams – he wasn’t though. He was only twenty-one, and at twenty-one, I most certainly wasn’t ready to commit to one man. Hell, I was sleeping with a different guy almost every night.

  But then, I reasoned with myself, Franz had come out much younger than I had – and at sixteen, when I came out, Franz had already been out and had fooled around with guys for two years. He’d had as many sexual experiences as I’d had – been a top and a bottom for numerous partners. Maybe he was every bit as ready for this as I was – he definitely loved me – he’d said so often enough...

  “Did we do it without a condom last night?” His sleepy voice cut through my thoughts and making me jump.

  I froze. I knew I was clean and I knew I wasn’t putting Franz in any danger but it hadn’t actually occurred to me whether he was... Shit. I hadn’t considered that in the heat of the moment. Why hadn’t I considered that? I was always so careful... “Uh, yeah,” I said, “But I only got tested a month ago, though and I’m clean – I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you.”

  He stroked my arm, “Hey, it’s no problem, baby.” He said, “I’m clean too – I just wanted you to know that your cock feels unbelievably delicious inside without the barrier of the condom – absolutely amazing.”

  I smiled, “You’ll have to return the favour.”

  He sat up and pushed me down, “Now?” he asked.

  I nodded. Now sounded absolutely perfect, “Sounds awesome.” I murmured.

  *

  I had two pieces of good news the next day. The first piece of good news was that the procedure had worked and they were going to be able to do Dad’s operation – hopefully saving his life... Time would tell.

  The other news we’d received was that Harley and Alfie had set the date to tie the knot and they were doing it at Studs. “Oh, my God!” I exclaimed as I opened the invitation.

  Franz looked up at me from the sofa. He looked incredibly sexy lying there with nothing but a blanket over him. His eyes were a little sleepy-looking behind his glasses from our early morning session and looked more brown than green today, “What?” he asked, placing the book he was reading down and looking up at me with a little smile on his beautiful lips.

  “Harley and Alfie have invited us to their wedding – they’re getting married – and they’re doing it at Studs.”

  Franz grinned, “That is so cool.” He said.

  I nodded, “It really is.” I agreed, “We’ll have to make it an exclusive night – just guests – we can’t have a load of gate-crashers turning up for something so important.”

  He sat up, letting the blanket fall and giving me the sexiest eyeful – rendering my mind blank of anything but his cock for a moment. “What night will it be?” he asked.

  I tore my eyes away from his beautiful cock and scanned the invitation again. I grinned, “sixth of January,” I said, “It’s a Friday.”

  Franz grinned, “Good choice.” He said, “One of your busiest nights – people will find out and want to book a private party for their own – maybe you could make part of the building into a function room...”

  That wasn’t a bad idea. I looked at Franz excitedly, “You’re a genius.” I beamed at him, “I’ll talk to Rob about that.”

  Franz grinned and turned back to his book. I loved watching him read. His eyes would widen when he got to a good bit and he would twirl a lock of his hair at the same time. He was adorable. Absolutely fucking adorable...

  “We need to find our glad-rags for this,” I murmured, “I haven’t even got a suit...”

  Franz looked back up from his book with a sexy grin, “We’ll have to go shopping.” He said.

  I grinned back at him and nodded. The idea of wandering around the shops with all the festivities going on so close to Christmas was brilliant, “We will.” I said, “And I’m going to get your Christmas presents too.”

  He smiled, “Can’t wait.” He said, jumping up and letting his blanket fall to the floor, “I’m gonna go and get dressed – we can go this morning.” He ran to the bedroom. I watched his beautiful naked body all the way to the bedroom before it occurred to me that we had all day... “Wait!” I shouted as I ran after him, “Don’t you dare put any clothes on yet.”

  His delighted laugh told me that he was teasing me... Thank God for that...

  Franz

  I decided to make the call to Dad sooner rather than later. If I dropped it on him a couple of days before Christmas that I wasn’t coming home, he’d be pissed off. If I did it with a few weeks preparation, he might take it better... well, that was the theory in any case. We were sat in a coffee shop after Buzz had insisted on buying me my suit for the wedding. It was the same as his and we’d chosen matching shirts and ties too. Cheesy? Well, yeah but who cares? We could pull it off with being so different to each other. Buzz was built like a body builder and I was a swishy twink so we just looked adorable together – well, I thought so anyway and so did Buzz – and I didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought about us anyway.

  Dad reacted in almost exactly the way I expected him to...

  There was a good thirty seconds of silence before he started, “You’re not staying with some sugar daddy and taking advantage of his hospitality are you?” He growled.

  I rolled my eyes. Dad had such a high opinion of me... not. “Buzz is not my sugar daddy.” I said as patiently as I could, “He’s only five years older than I am.”

  Dad made a noise at the other end of the phone that I knew was utter disapproval, “Well, that’s far too old for you – your eldest brother is younger than that.”

  I didn’t reply. Dad had no idea what he was talking about. Age was just a number. We looked after each other, Buzz and I. He was definitely a nurturing sort of a guy, looking after all of his friends and family, but I brought something to the table, too. Buzz had totally opened up to me about his dyslexia. He loved movies because he found reading difficult, so I’d bought him a Kindle and downloaded a whole load of audio books for him for Christmas. I knew he’d appreciate it because I knew him now. We might not have discussed it – but we were definitely in a real relationship now.

  Dad just didn’t understand about relationships. His relationship with Mum had been a total failure. Well, I wasn’t going to fail with Buzz. I was going to make it work with him because I was in love with him. I definitely saw us growing old together.

  I was a little scared of asking him to marry me. It was a bit too soon for that, wasn’t it? We’d only been together a month but I knew I loved him. I felt it in every single cell in my body. I hoped against hope that he felt the same way.

  “He’s not too old for me, Dad. He’s perfect.” I said, as I watched Buzz coming back from the counter balancing two cappuccinos and a slice of lemon drizzle cake each on the tray. “I’d like you to meet him – he’s very important to me.”

  Dad sighed, “Okay.” He said, sounding utterly defeated, “Well, why don’t you bring him over for New Year, then?”

  “New Year’s Day?” I asked. Shit. That wasn’t the best day to meet my dad – we’d be out until the wee hours... “He works in a nightclub and New Year’s Eve is a big thing...”

  Dad sighed and I could tell he was losing patience with me – something he’d always done, “Will you be in any fit state on New Year’s day?” he snapped.

  I thought about it. If we went over in the afternoon and got there for the evening, that should be okay. We’d have most of the morning to sleep – and a couple of hours to make love... “We can be there for around six in the evening.” I looked to Buzz for his approval and he grinned and nodded.

  “That sounds great.” Dad said, sounding a little less impatient with me again now, “Merry Christmas, son.”

  Well, that had gone better than I expected it to...

  Chapter 27 – Christmas Eve....

  Buzz

  Get on your knees, big boy.”