mistletoe [chriserick]

Mistletoe

"Are you comfortable, babe?" Chris asks, stroking Erick's hair as he lays on his chest.

It's Christmas Eve, and the two of them are cuddled up on the couch watching their fifth Christmas movie in a row. But at this point, neither of them are really paying attention—the plots are all basically the same—they're just enjoying each other's company. The night before, they'd had all their friends over for a Christmas party, which was lots of fun, but it's even nicer to be alone, the two of them.

"Perfect," Erick murmurs. He doesn't think he's ever been more comfortable in his life, snuggled up with his boyfriend on a chilly winter night.

Chris sighs contentedly. Erick's warm embrace and the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree put him into a sort of trance, and all he can think about is how happy he is until Erick breaks him out of his daze.

"Chris," he says.

"Hm?" Chris rubs Erick's back lazily.

"What's that?" Erick's gaze is fixed on a point above them on the ceiling, and Chris glances up to see what he's looking at.

"Oh, that? That's...mistletoe." Chris smiles to himself without Erick seeing; he'd almost forgotten hanging it up there, but now that Erick has noticed, he's looking forward to what comes next.

"Did you put it there?"

"Yeah, yesterday actually."

Erick props himself up on Chris's chest, narrowing his eyes cutely at him. "You can't just put mistletoe above the couch. We're literally on the couch together all the time."

"And?" Chris replies, eyebrows raised in anticipation.

Erick scoots further up his body, so their noses brush. "That's not fair." But he only hesitates a few seconds longer before taking Chris's bottom lip between his own, lightly sucking on it like a peppermint candy, and then letting it go with a pop. He giggles, and Chris melts a little more inside.

They kiss again, and this time Chris slips his tongue into Erick's mouth, savoring his sweet taste. He locks his fingers behind Erick's neck to deepen the kiss, and little by little, it increases in intensity. Chris slides his hands up the back of Erick's shirt, running his fingertips over Erick's unbelievably soft skin. His hardness is growing in his jeans, and soon enough Erick feels it against him.

"C-Chris," Erick says, breathless from the kissing. His lips are red and swollen.

"Do you remember what I told you the other day?" Chris bites his lip, trailing his hands down the outsides of Erick's thighs.

Erick nods slowly, heart beating faster. "Now?" he asks uncertainly.

Chris kisses a path from Erick's ear down his neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Make my Christmas wish come true, baby," he whispers. "Fuck me." Erick feels himself tremble a little just hearing the words.

One by one, each article of clothing comes off until the two of them are completely naked on the couch, with Chris on top of Erick. The two of them haven't stopped kissing, and they rut their hips against each other with abandon, searching for friction.

In a smooth motion, Chris takes Erick's hands from his waist and moves them down to his ass, where Erick massages him, still unsure of himself.

When Chris had told him he wanted to try being the bottom, Erick hadn't been totally convinced. Did he even know how to, you know, put it in? But when Chris had said, "Imagine me, under you, moaning your name and telling you to go harder," Erick had had to admit nothing had turned him on quite like that before. Although it doesn't seem quite right, he can't help but be curious to see what it would feel like to be inside Chris.