Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Wednesday Brief: Brought Home

This week brings you a series of New Year's prompts and the conclusion to Brought Home. Let me tell you, finishing this in a flash piece just 500-1000 words was not easy! I hope you guys like it though. My prompt choice was to use the words: Toast, Hangover, and Kiss.

Brought Home
 I spent Christmas day on the couch at Mack's parents. He gave me a warm fuzzy blanket. I liked that it was the same bright green of his eyes. When I rubbed my face against it the softness felt like warm fur.

 Buying a gift for Mack hadn't been in my budget, plus I'd expected to spend the day alone. I'd been shocked when I pulled the Celtic knot bracelet out of my coat pocket. I know I hadn't taken it; I'd never gotten off the couch at Dag’s store. The note I felt crinkly in the pocket just said Happy Holiday with a stylized D.

What a strange man. I begged a gift bag from Maggie, Mack's mom. I loved the surprised grin on Mack's face when he opened it and instantly put it on.
"Thank you Jo," he whispered. I shuddered when his soft lips touched my ear.

 I smiled weakly. "Thank you too." I rubbed my cheek on my blanket. "I love this, it's so soft and warm."

 Mack's eyes burned into me. "I wanted to keep you from getting cold."

The arrival of Mack's mother let me look away. I cleared and started coughing. Maggie patted my back before handing me a cup of tea.

"Drink up, lad. You'll be right as rain in no time."

I’d no idea how to respond to mothering, so I took a long drink. She seemed satisfied with that, smoothing the blanket over my shoulder. "Dinner will be ready soon."

I yawned, being sick sucked. I finished my tea, grimacing at the sweet honey. Mack plucked my cup from my hand, then put my head in his lap. I was surprised but when his hand started sliding through my hair, I decided I didn't care. The headache from all the sinus pressure eased as I relaxed.

"Take a nap. We're gonna watch the game." Another surprise, Mack's dad came in and sat down in the chair without saying a word. Like my head in Mack's lap was nothing.

What a strange family … but I think I liked them almost as much as I did Mack.


It took five days before I didn’t feel like I had a hangover. Thankfully, I always recovered quickly and only had to use two sick days.

It was New Year's Eve and the tension between us was driving me crazy. Mack had rubbed my head and fed me soup and medicines til I was better.
We planned on going out to celebrate, toast a new year together. My black jeans fit like a glove and I paired them with a clean white t-shirt.
"Ready to party?" His black shirt made Mack’s pale skin glow. I blinked, enjoying the way he moved as he bent over and pulled on his shoes, and not listening at all.


I glared at him. "Don't call me that."

"Well then pay attention."

 I so was.

Mack walked over to me, his hips swinging. I swallowed hard.

"I asked if you were ready to go to the club."

He stood close enough I could feel the heat of his body. I’d planned on kissing him at midnight but … I yanked Mack close, one hand on his neck and the other against the small of his back.

"I'm tired of the teasing," I growled.

Mack raised one eyebrow. "So?"

 A week of being too sick to do anything about the bulge that kept growing in his jeans made me impatient. Our teeth clicked together as I shoved my tongue in his mouth, tasting and exploring every inch.

 His hands clutched my shoulders as Mack kissed back. It was every bit as good as I'd imagined but now my pants were too tight. My cock ached as I rubbed against him, feeling the ridge of his erection.

 "Bedroom." He hauled me to his room by my wrist. It was a race to see who could undress first. I waited for the right moment, then pushed Mack down on the bed. “Hey, my boots!"

 I yanked them off and then pushed his pants down.

 "Commando, huh?"

 Mack's green eyes gleamed. "Quick."

 "Hot." Our cocks rubbed together as I kissed him. We both moaned. I pushed up, stroking his chest and flicking his nipples. His legs closed around my hips and yanked me close.

 "We can do the foreplay thing later." His erection was angry red and weeping. "I need you."

His hoarse voice and the way his eyes darkened with need stole my ability to speak. Mack reached under the pillow and pulled out lube and a condom. How like my Mack.

"I wanted to be prepared, just in case."

 I took them from him. I put the condom on first, knowing that as soon as I touched him I'd be lost. I was right; his soft heat pulled me in as I slicked him up. His back arched as I nailed his prostate with two fingers.

"Now!" he gasped.

My mind shattered when I pushed into him. I was left with scattered impressions of tight heat, a pounding rhythm and small pricks of pain as Mack's nails dug into my ass. He demanded more and I shoved a pillow under his ass, shifting until he shuddered and cried out. I pushed in over and over, nailing his prostate.

He came first, my hand stroking him as I bit my cheek, trying to hold back. He shouted my name as cum shot across his stomach and chest.
I let go of my control and pounded into him until the hardest orgasm of my life sent me flying. "Mack!"

Panting, I collapsed on the bed. Mack sighed. "Why'd we wait so long to do that?" I shook my head.

"I dunno."

"Want to go again?"

Amazingly, I did. He teased me for ages. By the time the clock struck midnight we were both sweaty and sticky. I finally gave him the long, slow kiss I'd planned.
 "Happy New Year."

The End
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  1. Beautiful story! I can imagine how difficult it is to everything within a thousand words and have it all flow so well. You get major kudos!


    1. It can be an absolute nightmare! That's why I usually do short stories 4-8 weeks in duration, and even that can be hard! But, the challenge makes it fun at the same time. I'm glad you enjoyed my holiday flash stories!!

  2. That was really hot and at the same time touching. Thanks for sharing your story!

    1. Thanks Chris! I like to write in hot sex, when it fits, but at the same time I've been told they can read almost discreet. I like sweet endings, what can I say? :P

  3. "We can do the foreplay thing later." His erection was angry red and weeping. "I need you."

    Love this bit! Nice short! :)

    Happy New Year!

    1. What can I say? Sometimes foreplay is just unnecessary! lol Happy New Year Charley!!

  4. Thanks, Cia, for such a heartwarming story.

  5. Hot and sweet! I liked the way they received the new year ;-)


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