Christmas Present, NC17
Title: Christmas Present
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Maxxie/Jez/Danny
Summary: Jez doesn't really expect to see Danny Christmas morning, he certainly doesn't expect for him to come home trailing a boy with a bow around his neck.
Warnings: Rimming, double penetration (anal and oral), slash
Danny has been sleeping with Jez for the past two years now. Danny has been dating some starlet slut named Marie Tanner for the past two months. Naturally, Danny has taken Marie out on Christmas Eve and left his part time lover alone for the night to find his own amusement.
Sitting alone on the single couch in their living room with a mug of tea that’s long gone cold, Jez can’t help but be bitter that Danny got the part in that West End musical a few months back. It might have been a big thing for him, and he’s glad for him from a friend’s perspective, but it would be nice to have spent Christmas Eve with someone for the first time in several years. Of course, if it hadn’t been Marie Tanner and her short short skirts, it would have been someone else. And if he really wanted to, Jez could have spent Christmas Eve at his father’s house. But some hopeful part of him is waiting for Danny to come home, clinging to the idea that “I’ll be home for Christmas morning.” means he’ll be home at one or two or three in the morning rather than dashing through the front door just before noon, well fucked and completely unapologetic.
This whole thing is rather depressing, him sitting at home like a housewife with his tea and late night Christmas programs for company, waiting on his man to come home. Jez is the partying sort. He should be out, drinking and dancing and charming himself a date for the night, like Danny probably is. Any other holiday, he would be. But this is Christmas. Christmas is a time for holiday shows, tacky music, and early mornings without hangovers for present opening. The sadistic part of him wants to guarantee that Danny has as early a morning as he does, hangover or not. The realistic part of him doubts that Danny will even be home to wake up. The completely childish and romantic part of him just wants to wake up in his lover’s arms on Christmas morning and have the lazy morning sex that Jez has a particularly soft spot for. It wouldn’t be the best present ever, but it would be a good one.
That’s what he dreams about as he drifts off to sleep on the couch; waking up warm and comfortable with arms around him and a hand on his dick.
When Jez wakes up, he isn’t particularly warm. His feet are freezing where they peek out from under the blanket he flung over himself earlier in the evening and there’s gooseflesh on his bare arms and chest. He isn’t very comfortable either; a crick in his neck from its awkward angle on the arm of the couch, his back protesting the book digging into his spine.
There is, however, a hand on his dick. A big, warm hand, with elegant fingers and guitar calluses; a hand he is intimately familiar with. Jez opens his eyes with a smile painted on his face, thinking that he must have slept away the entire night on the couch and this is Danny’s way of waking him up to say he’s home. He keeps smiling even when the room that greets him is still dark, as is the world outside the window.
It’s not until he blinks the sleep out of his eyes and truly looks that the fact that he’s hearing two sets of heavy breathing connects. Danny and someone not-Danny are standing over him, and even in the near complete darkness he can tell that they’re kissing. Danny kissing someone in the living room doesn’t surprise him, it’s not at all unusual, and sometimes Jez thinks he does it just to remind him that they mean nothing. It’s Danny kissing someone whose outline makes them out to be a guy in the living room, with his hands in Jez’s boxer shorts that surprises him, that makes him gasp out and widen his eyes.
That draws their attention to him, causes a shuffling and breaking of the kiss. Two pairs of eyes stare down at him, appearing to glow as they reflect the dim street light. For a moment, he could swear they were two pairs of the same eyes. He can only tell which one is Danny as they move towards him because of the strand of tightly curled hair falling in front of unblinking eyes, and the way the hand around his cock shifts as the arm connected to it bends.
“Good morning,” Danny says, a half second before the clock announces midnight. Jez’s eyes widen more, if that’s possible, as a voice that’s far too much like Danny’s for the good of his sanity repeats the greeting.
“Morning,” he says, or tries to say-the word gets caught on a stuttering gasp as the hand on his cock starts to move again, just the way he likes it. As the other dark figure moves, hooks fingers into Jez’s boxers and begins to work them down his hips, he tries to squirm away. He’s sleeping and hard but there’s still enough sense in his head to ask, “What’s going on?”
“I brought you a present,” Danny answers simply. He nods, and the other man gives Jez’s boxers one last tug to get them off and then turns to flick on the light before hurrying back.
What he sees then stops any words of objection Jez might have had before they can even form. Because standing there at the foot of the couch stark naked and wearing a big red bow tied around his neck, looking completely confident is a blond, straight haired version of Danny. “Nice, isn’t he?” Danny breathes into his ear, making the man at the end of the couch grin.
Jez has to laugh. He has to because this is just so ridiculous, and he must be having a dream, but if he is he doesn’t really want to wake up just yet. He wants to get the rest of Danny’s present first. “Nice, sure, but aren’t you taking narcissism a bit far?” He turns his face and blinks sleepily up at Danny, frowning slightly. “What am I supposed to do with him?”
“I think it’s more, what are you supposed to do to me,” the man says with a laugh, moving back around the couch to crouch down by his head and planting a kiss on his lips that leaves Jez startled and breathless. “I’m Maxxie. Merry Christmas, let’s fuck.”
“Nice to meet you Maxxie,” Jez says. But he is thinking Nice to meet you Maxxie’s dick, honestly, because it’s right in his line of sight when the other man stands up, and the length of bright red ribbon tied loosely around its base catches his attention and holds it.
“I think you should unwrap your present,” Danny says with a wicked grin when he notices where Jez’s eyes are focused. He can’t help it, he glances once at Danny, still standing by his hip, before propping himself up on his elbows and leaning in to untie the ribbon with his teeth. His lips brush against Maxxie’s cock, prompting a slight shudder, and if his lips press a little harder after that, and he flicks his tongue out to taste the hard flesh once or twice, it’s not on purpose and it’s not because he liked that reaction and wants to see another one.
When he pulls back, ribbon hanging from between his full lips, Maxxie’s eyes are blown wide with lust and he looks predatory in a way that makes Jez want to get down on his knees and offer himself up for whatever use he wants. He doesn’t have to though, Danny is already releasing his cock and sliding his hands under Jez’s hips, urging him to turn over on his belly and then pushing him until he leans over the armrest. It doesn’t take much encouraging. Before he’s even comfortably positioned Jez has Maxxie by the hips, pulling him around in front of his face so that he can lean in and slide his mouth down over his ‘Christmas present’ with a satisfied moan.
Danny just sinks down on the couch behind Jez and watches, hand wrapped loosely around his own dick, waiting his turn. He’s got this theory that Jez likes giving head as much as getting it, and watching the way he takes Maxxie in like he was born for it only provides more evidence in his favor. It’s hot, as is the way Jez rocks his hips desperately, trying to find friction and only rubbing his tip unsatisfyingly against the couch cushions. He wants to rock up onto his knees behind Jez and thrust into him, fill up the ass that’s so teasingly close, but this is Jez’s present and he can be patient.
He does, however, give into temptation just a little bit. He’s going to go insane if he doesn’t touch and so he leans over behind Jez and spreads his ass cheeks with slightly shaky hands. There’s no reaction except for the fact that Jez’s hips still in their search for friction, which Danny takes as an invitation to lean in and press a kiss to the small of his back. He trails lips and tongue down the crack of Jez’s ass, taking his time, teasing until Jez is pressing back into his face and making frustrated little noises around the cock he still dutifully sucks. The frustrated noises turn pleased when he slips his tongue into Jez, alternately working him open and lapping at his hole until Jez pulls his mouth away from Maxxie’s cock to let out a keening noise that goes straight to Danny’s balls.
“Jesus Christ, please, do something,” Jez pants against Maxxie’s thigh.
“When I said you could call me anything you like in bed, I didn’t expect that.” Danny snorts with laughter and rolls off the couch, crooking a finger at Maxxie and gesturing silently for him to take the spot behind Jez.
“Fuck you,” Jez snaps, near growling in frustration when Maxxie pulls away and moves out of his line of sight.
As he takes the position in front of Jez and catches Maxxie’s eye over his lover’s back, Danny can’t help his wicked smirk. “Not on the agenda tonight.” He times his delivery perfectly; Maxxie rises up on his knees and thrusts into Jez just as the words leave his mouth, and on the startled gasp that leaves his mouth hanging open Danny eases his cock between spit slick lips. Almost immediately Jez reacts, seeming to be torn between pushing back into Maxxie and taking more of Danny into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Danny grunts, tangling his fingers in Jez’s hair and tugging. Jez is the only person who’s ever given him a blowjob that moans in pleasure rather than gagging and cursing when he thrusts into his mouth without warning. “Fuck,” he repeats, “You’re such a slut.”
Jez just hums agreeably, letting it drift off into a whimper as Maxxie’s thrusts start coming harder and faster. His breath comes in desperate inhales through his nose when Danny’s cock isn’t so far down his throat he can barely breathe, and nearly all of it is released on whimpers. He’s so full. So full of both of them, lips stretched tight around Danny and Maxxie impossibly deep within him. It feels like if they both thrust hard enough they might just meet in the middle and split him in half.
Maxxie’s hand finds Jez’s cock, a little too rough, but good, and it doesn’t take long before he comes. Danny follows not long after, shooting down his throat and then dropping to his knees to kiss the taste from his lips while Maxxie rides out his orgasm inside of Jez with uneven thrusts.
They sprawl across the couch and floor in silence for long minutes, stuck together by sweat and come, breathing heavily. Danny finally breaks the silence, kissing Jez’s cheek and whispering, “Merry Christmas,” into his ear. Some of the tension in the air disappears, enough so that Maxxie tumbles off the couch and onto the floor next to Danny, tugging Jez and a blanket with him. “Thank you,” Danny murmurs, meeting Maxxie’s eyes over Jez and leaning in to give him a brief kiss.
Maxxie shrugs the shoulder Jez isn’t using as a pillow, smiling faintly. “Maybe I should be thanking you.” He looks down at the half asleep man sprawled across his chest and, very suddenly, the tension is back. “I’ll leave him to you, then. Take care of him.”
Jez mumbles something that might be, “Don’t need to be taken care of,” into Maxxie’s chest, but then again it might also be complete nonsense.
Taking one glance at the way Jez holds Maxxie close, face buried against his neck, Danny shakes his head. “Why don’t you crash here, if you don’t have anywhere to be? It wouldn’t be in the Christmas spirit for me to toss you out in the cold at one in the morning.”
Jez definitely says, “Best Christmas present ever.” when Danny spoons up behind him.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Maxxie/Jez/Danny
Summary: Jez doesn't really expect to see Danny Christmas morning, he certainly doesn't expect for him to come home trailing a boy with a bow around his neck.
Warnings: Rimming, double penetration (anal and oral), slash
Danny has been sleeping with Jez for the past two years now. Danny has been dating some starlet slut named Marie Tanner for the past two months. Naturally, Danny has taken Marie out on Christmas Eve and left his part time lover alone for the night to find his own amusement.
Sitting alone on the single couch in their living room with a mug of tea that’s long gone cold, Jez can’t help but be bitter that Danny got the part in that West End musical a few months back. It might have been a big thing for him, and he’s glad for him from a friend’s perspective, but it would be nice to have spent Christmas Eve with someone for the first time in several years. Of course, if it hadn’t been Marie Tanner and her short short skirts, it would have been someone else. And if he really wanted to, Jez could have spent Christmas Eve at his father’s house. But some hopeful part of him is waiting for Danny to come home, clinging to the idea that “I’ll be home for Christmas morning.” means he’ll be home at one or two or three in the morning rather than dashing through the front door just before noon, well fucked and completely unapologetic.
This whole thing is rather depressing, him sitting at home like a housewife with his tea and late night Christmas programs for company, waiting on his man to come home. Jez is the partying sort. He should be out, drinking and dancing and charming himself a date for the night, like Danny probably is. Any other holiday, he would be. But this is Christmas. Christmas is a time for holiday shows, tacky music, and early mornings without hangovers for present opening. The sadistic part of him wants to guarantee that Danny has as early a morning as he does, hangover or not. The realistic part of him doubts that Danny will even be home to wake up. The completely childish and romantic part of him just wants to wake up in his lover’s arms on Christmas morning and have the lazy morning sex that Jez has a particularly soft spot for. It wouldn’t be the best present ever, but it would be a good one.
That’s what he dreams about as he drifts off to sleep on the couch; waking up warm and comfortable with arms around him and a hand on his dick.
When Jez wakes up, he isn’t particularly warm. His feet are freezing where they peek out from under the blanket he flung over himself earlier in the evening and there’s gooseflesh on his bare arms and chest. He isn’t very comfortable either; a crick in his neck from its awkward angle on the arm of the couch, his back protesting the book digging into his spine.
There is, however, a hand on his dick. A big, warm hand, with elegant fingers and guitar calluses; a hand he is intimately familiar with. Jez opens his eyes with a smile painted on his face, thinking that he must have slept away the entire night on the couch and this is Danny’s way of waking him up to say he’s home. He keeps smiling even when the room that greets him is still dark, as is the world outside the window.
It’s not until he blinks the sleep out of his eyes and truly looks that the fact that he’s hearing two sets of heavy breathing connects. Danny and someone not-Danny are standing over him, and even in the near complete darkness he can tell that they’re kissing. Danny kissing someone in the living room doesn’t surprise him, it’s not at all unusual, and sometimes Jez thinks he does it just to remind him that they mean nothing. It’s Danny kissing someone whose outline makes them out to be a guy in the living room, with his hands in Jez’s boxer shorts that surprises him, that makes him gasp out and widen his eyes.
That draws their attention to him, causes a shuffling and breaking of the kiss. Two pairs of eyes stare down at him, appearing to glow as they reflect the dim street light. For a moment, he could swear they were two pairs of the same eyes. He can only tell which one is Danny as they move towards him because of the strand of tightly curled hair falling in front of unblinking eyes, and the way the hand around his cock shifts as the arm connected to it bends.
“Good morning,” Danny says, a half second before the clock announces midnight. Jez’s eyes widen more, if that’s possible, as a voice that’s far too much like Danny’s for the good of his sanity repeats the greeting.
“Morning,” he says, or tries to say-the word gets caught on a stuttering gasp as the hand on his cock starts to move again, just the way he likes it. As the other dark figure moves, hooks fingers into Jez’s boxers and begins to work them down his hips, he tries to squirm away. He’s sleeping and hard but there’s still enough sense in his head to ask, “What’s going on?”
“I brought you a present,” Danny answers simply. He nods, and the other man gives Jez’s boxers one last tug to get them off and then turns to flick on the light before hurrying back.
What he sees then stops any words of objection Jez might have had before they can even form. Because standing there at the foot of the couch stark naked and wearing a big red bow tied around his neck, looking completely confident is a blond, straight haired version of Danny. “Nice, isn’t he?” Danny breathes into his ear, making the man at the end of the couch grin.
Jez has to laugh. He has to because this is just so ridiculous, and he must be having a dream, but if he is he doesn’t really want to wake up just yet. He wants to get the rest of Danny’s present first. “Nice, sure, but aren’t you taking narcissism a bit far?” He turns his face and blinks sleepily up at Danny, frowning slightly. “What am I supposed to do with him?”
“I think it’s more, what are you supposed to do to me,” the man says with a laugh, moving back around the couch to crouch down by his head and planting a kiss on his lips that leaves Jez startled and breathless. “I’m Maxxie. Merry Christmas, let’s fuck.”
“Nice to meet you Maxxie,” Jez says. But he is thinking Nice to meet you Maxxie’s dick, honestly, because it’s right in his line of sight when the other man stands up, and the length of bright red ribbon tied loosely around its base catches his attention and holds it.
“I think you should unwrap your present,” Danny says with a wicked grin when he notices where Jez’s eyes are focused. He can’t help it, he glances once at Danny, still standing by his hip, before propping himself up on his elbows and leaning in to untie the ribbon with his teeth. His lips brush against Maxxie’s cock, prompting a slight shudder, and if his lips press a little harder after that, and he flicks his tongue out to taste the hard flesh once or twice, it’s not on purpose and it’s not because he liked that reaction and wants to see another one.
When he pulls back, ribbon hanging from between his full lips, Maxxie’s eyes are blown wide with lust and he looks predatory in a way that makes Jez want to get down on his knees and offer himself up for whatever use he wants. He doesn’t have to though, Danny is already releasing his cock and sliding his hands under Jez’s hips, urging him to turn over on his belly and then pushing him until he leans over the armrest. It doesn’t take much encouraging. Before he’s even comfortably positioned Jez has Maxxie by the hips, pulling him around in front of his face so that he can lean in and slide his mouth down over his ‘Christmas present’ with a satisfied moan.
Danny just sinks down on the couch behind Jez and watches, hand wrapped loosely around his own dick, waiting his turn. He’s got this theory that Jez likes giving head as much as getting it, and watching the way he takes Maxxie in like he was born for it only provides more evidence in his favor. It’s hot, as is the way Jez rocks his hips desperately, trying to find friction and only rubbing his tip unsatisfyingly against the couch cushions. He wants to rock up onto his knees behind Jez and thrust into him, fill up the ass that’s so teasingly close, but this is Jez’s present and he can be patient.
He does, however, give into temptation just a little bit. He’s going to go insane if he doesn’t touch and so he leans over behind Jez and spreads his ass cheeks with slightly shaky hands. There’s no reaction except for the fact that Jez’s hips still in their search for friction, which Danny takes as an invitation to lean in and press a kiss to the small of his back. He trails lips and tongue down the crack of Jez’s ass, taking his time, teasing until Jez is pressing back into his face and making frustrated little noises around the cock he still dutifully sucks. The frustrated noises turn pleased when he slips his tongue into Jez, alternately working him open and lapping at his hole until Jez pulls his mouth away from Maxxie’s cock to let out a keening noise that goes straight to Danny’s balls.
“Jesus Christ, please, do something,” Jez pants against Maxxie’s thigh.
“When I said you could call me anything you like in bed, I didn’t expect that.” Danny snorts with laughter and rolls off the couch, crooking a finger at Maxxie and gesturing silently for him to take the spot behind Jez.
“Fuck you,” Jez snaps, near growling in frustration when Maxxie pulls away and moves out of his line of sight.
As he takes the position in front of Jez and catches Maxxie’s eye over his lover’s back, Danny can’t help his wicked smirk. “Not on the agenda tonight.” He times his delivery perfectly; Maxxie rises up on his knees and thrusts into Jez just as the words leave his mouth, and on the startled gasp that leaves his mouth hanging open Danny eases his cock between spit slick lips. Almost immediately Jez reacts, seeming to be torn between pushing back into Maxxie and taking more of Danny into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Danny grunts, tangling his fingers in Jez’s hair and tugging. Jez is the only person who’s ever given him a blowjob that moans in pleasure rather than gagging and cursing when he thrusts into his mouth without warning. “Fuck,” he repeats, “You’re such a slut.”
Jez just hums agreeably, letting it drift off into a whimper as Maxxie’s thrusts start coming harder and faster. His breath comes in desperate inhales through his nose when Danny’s cock isn’t so far down his throat he can barely breathe, and nearly all of it is released on whimpers. He’s so full. So full of both of them, lips stretched tight around Danny and Maxxie impossibly deep within him. It feels like if they both thrust hard enough they might just meet in the middle and split him in half.
Maxxie’s hand finds Jez’s cock, a little too rough, but good, and it doesn’t take long before he comes. Danny follows not long after, shooting down his throat and then dropping to his knees to kiss the taste from his lips while Maxxie rides out his orgasm inside of Jez with uneven thrusts.
They sprawl across the couch and floor in silence for long minutes, stuck together by sweat and come, breathing heavily. Danny finally breaks the silence, kissing Jez’s cheek and whispering, “Merry Christmas,” into his ear. Some of the tension in the air disappears, enough so that Maxxie tumbles off the couch and onto the floor next to Danny, tugging Jez and a blanket with him. “Thank you,” Danny murmurs, meeting Maxxie’s eyes over Jez and leaning in to give him a brief kiss.
Maxxie shrugs the shoulder Jez isn’t using as a pillow, smiling faintly. “Maybe I should be thanking you.” He looks down at the half asleep man sprawled across his chest and, very suddenly, the tension is back. “I’ll leave him to you, then. Take care of him.”
Jez mumbles something that might be, “Don’t need to be taken care of,” into Maxxie’s chest, but then again it might also be complete nonsense.
Taking one glance at the way Jez holds Maxxie close, face buried against his neck, Danny shakes his head. “Why don’t you crash here, if you don’t have anywhere to be? It wouldn’t be in the Christmas spirit for me to toss you out in the cold at one in the morning.”
Jez definitely says, “Best Christmas present ever.” when Danny spoons up behind him.