Christmas Tree Wishes

Chapter 12

"It's so peaceful now. Did you enjoy today?" Sam asked, snuggling closer to Jackson on the couch. He loved being able to cuddle with Jackson in the quiet of the evening, sitting in front of a lit Christmas tree with a fire crackling in the fireplace. It was like the perfect Christmas movie setting. Everyone else had gone to bed for the evening, it was just the two other them left up.

"Today was perfect. Thank you for letting me be a part of this, even if I had to invite myself along." Jackson smiled, softly.

"I'm really glad you did," Sam replied as Jackson wrapped his arm around his shoulders. He angled his head to face Jackson, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "This is really nice. Sitting here with you. I have to tell you I have not felt this relaxed with someone who wasn't family or Lexi."

"Yeah?" Jackson smiled down at him. He leaned forward catching Sam's lips with his. "I am glad you feel that way," he whispered against Sam's lips, his hand coming up to cup the side of Sam's jaw. The kiss was sweet and soft, setting Sam's body on fire with the sparks between them. He sighed contently, leaning into Jackson's touch. Lifting his head, they began kissing again. Softly at first, then becoming more urgent. Sam brought his hands up to sink them in Jackson's hair. He lightly slid his tongue across the seam of Jackson's lips as they kissed.

Jackson let out a small moan, parting his lips to give Sam access to his mouth. Sam slipped his tongue in to find Jackson's waiting. They explored each other with a gentle search. It was like quiet falling snow, simple and beautiful.

Jackson pulled away enough to speak as oh holy night came across the speakers from the stereo Sam's mom had left on for them. "Dance with me?" Jackson asked, tenderly, his thumb caressing Sam's cheek delicately.

"Yes," Sam breathed. He let Jackson pull him up to standing, move them around the coffee table to in front of the fireplace. Sam smiled as Jackson pulled him closer and began to sway.

"I have always loved this song," Jackson whispered in Sam's ear as they gently swayed to the music.

"So have I. Even more now," he replied, resting his cheek on Jackson's shoulder. The feel of Jackson wrapped around him, pressing them together was intoxication. He turned his face into Jackson's neck, nuzzling there just a bit. This was the perfect end to a lovely day, he thought.

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After banking the fire, turning off a few lights and the radio, Sam took Jackson's hand to lead him down the hall. Closing the bedroom door behind them, Sam pulled Jackson close, kissing him with intent.

His hands roamed up Jackson's arms, pulling him closer, letting out a small gasp as they pressed against each other. Jackson's hands squeezed Sam's hips as the kisses deepened. He let Jackson move him across the room until the bed hit the back of his legs. There they paused, still kissing before Sam slid his hands to the front of Jackson's shirt and let the buttons slip loose.

They continued to kiss as shirts were removed. Sam pulled back from the kiss to run his hands over Jackson's bare chest. He glanced up at Jackson's face to see his eyes were closed as he sighed softly through Sam's touches.

Sam leaned down to place kisses on Jackson's collarbone as he ran his hands through the dusting of hair across his chest. He could feel all the lean muscle under his finger tips. It was a glorious feeling. Sam moved his lips up Jackson's neck as his hands slid around Jackson's ribs to grip his sides.

Jackson groaned exquisitely in his ear as his fingers continued to explore Sam's back and sides before sliding down to cup his butt. Sam let out a groan of his own at the touch, pulling Jackson closer yet, and he moved his mouth to hungrily kiss Jackson's.

He felt Jackson's hands move to the front of his jeans, lightly cupping his erection. There was a faint murmur, a question, asking before moving farther forward. Sam answered by rocking his pelvis against Jackson's hand, causing Jackson to move to his zipper and button. Seconds later, a hand slid between his jeans and boxers to caress his growing penis.

The sensation had Sam gasping against Jackson's lips as he arched into the touch. "Please."

Sam wasn't sure what he was begging for, he just knew he wanted more.

Jackson seemed to understand and used his other hand to push Sam's jeans down to his thighs. "Are you sure about this?" Jackson asked, disengaging from their kiss.

"I have never been more sure of anything," Sam whispered, his eyes encouraging Jackson to take what was being offered.

"Lay down." Jackson stepped back an inch to give Sam room to sit on the edge of the bed, where he helped pull over Sam's jeans and socks before removing his own. Sam watched in awe as each part of Jackson's beautiful body was revealed. He ran his hands up Jackson's legs and sides as he stood before him.

"Scoot up," he nodded his head. He followed behind Sam, crawling up his body until Sam came to rest against the pillows at the headboard. "You are beautiful," Jackson whispered into his skin and Sam could feel his blush creep up his neck.

It had been a long time since Sam had been with anyone and the last person was Brian, who was more of a fuck and leave kind of guy. Not much in foreplay or compliments with him. He loved hearing Jackson whisper against his skin, it made him feel special and adored.

He reached his hands up to bury them in Jackson's soft wavy hair, sighing wistfully as Jackson peppered kisses across his chest. He wanted more of this, more of Jackson's body surrounding him as he breathed in his scent. As he did just that, there was something about the scent that surrounded him. Something familiar.

"What are you thinking about?" Jackson asked, looking up through half lidded eyes from where he was leaving a trail of kisses towards Sam's groin.

"You." Sam smiled at the view before him. "I wish we could have gotten here sooner."

Jackson returned his smile. "I like how we got here. It was more organic, don't you think?"

Sam had to agree, but still. "I do. I wish I hadn't waited so long."

"Why? What would you have changed?" Jackson asked, lifting his head to pay attention to Sam.

Sam closed his eyes, his fingers still buried in Jackson's hair where he rested on Sam's stomach. "I guess nothing, I just feel like time was- I don't know. I'm glad we got to this point though."

"Me too," Jackson continued his trail down Sam's body.