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Sep. 25th, 2014 09:56 pmjosh_hartnettplayers only. backdated to December 2013.
"You really meant it when you said you were going all out this year," Josh says with a smile, watching Jesse from the doorway as he adds more bulbs to the tree, the living room - and the rest of the house - already decked to the nines. He's been working at home today, but aside from breakfast in the kitchen and a bathroom break or two, he's barely left the study.
"Is it too much, Master?" Jesse asks, looking at all the decorations he put up. "Maybe I should stop now... what do you think?" He likes the way the house looks, enjoys decorating it for Christmas but maybe he's been overdoing it this year.
"No. I like it," Josh says, stepping into the room. "It never looked like this when I was growing up."
"Yeah," Jesse says, "it never looked like that at home when I grew up either." He looks at Josh and smiles. "Good thing then we're grown-up and can do this the way we want to do it."
"You can say that again," Josh agrees, holding his hand out to Jesse. Wanting to hold his boy.
Jesse steps closer to his husband and takes his hand. "Are you finished with work for today, Master?" he asks. "Or just taking a break?"
"I'm done. I can finish up tomorrow," Josh says, reluctant to hole back up now that he's out here, with his husband. He grins at Jesse. "Tell me there's baking."
Jesse laughs. "Of course there's baking," he replies. "Has Mrs. Johnson ever not started baking the moment I started decorating, Master?"
"No, but she might one of these years," Josh insists, taking Jesse's hand and pulling him towards the kitchen.
"Yeah, maybe," Jesse says, "but for now, we're safe. There are cookies in the kitchen, Master."
"Good. Can you ask her to make some Hello Dollies?" Josh says, as he finds the tin Mrs. Johnson left out for them, the rest undoubtedly hidden away as usual.
"Yes, of course, Master," Jesse says and grins. "I don't think she has forgotten how much you love them but I'm reminding her, don't worry."
Josh sets the tin on the kitchen island and pulls a stool for Jesse closer to his own. "What do you want to drink?"
"Milk," Jesse replies. "Or maybe hot chocolate... Yes, I think, a hot chocolate would be great with the cookies."
Josh looks at the cupboards. "Do you know where she keeps it?"
Jesse chuckles. "Yes, I know where she keeps it, Master." He opens one of the cupboards and grabs the packet with the hot chocolate. "Here it is... now all we need is milk."
Josh gets two mugs and the milk from the fridge. "What do we do with it now?" he asks, trying to read the instructions over Jesse's shoulder.
"I guess we need to heat the milk and then put everything into the mugs together," Jesse says and laughs. "We're two intelligent guys, right? We should be able to make hot chocolate without having to read the instructions on the packet..."
"I like instructions," Josh says, before noticing the look Jesse's giving him. "For some things," he insists, laughing. "You pour the packets in the mugs and I'll heat the milk." Crouching down to pull what he thinks seems like the right size saucepan from the cupboard beside the stove. "What should I put it on? Medium or higher?"
"Medium, I think," Jesse replies. He opens the packets and pours the contents into their mugs before he steps closer to Josh, stealing a kiss while they wait for the milk to heat.
"This is nice," Josh says with a grin, squeezing Jesse's butt through his jeans as he holds him close, keeping an eye on the saucepan.
"Very nice," Jesse says, grinning back. "What do you think... how long does it take until the milk is ready?"
"I don't know. Is your finger clean?" Josh asks. "You can test it. Or give it a stir. I don't think it's supposed to boil."
Jesse chuckles. "That's not what I meant, Master," he says. "I wanted to know because I was wondering if we... I have time for something..."
"What kind of something?" Josh asks, pressing even closer, his hand still on Jesse's ass.
"Hmm, I was thinking blowjob, Master," Jesse replies, "but if you want to bend me over the kitchen table I wouldn't mind that either." Like he would ever say no to something Josh wants.
Josh grins. "Well, someone has to keep an eye on the milk so how about the first and we'll save the second for later."
"Sounds good, Master," Jesse says and sinks to his knees.
This never gets old. Ever. Josh makes a soft sound of pleasure at the sight, his cock already kicking up.
Jesse opens Josh's jeans, pushes the fabric down so he can get at Josh's cock. He licks along the length before he takes it deep into his throat. There's not much time right now but he still wants to make it good for his Master.
Josh curses under his breath, head going back for a moment, his hand in Jesse's hair, tugging lightly, just for the feel of it, before he opens his eyes again, watching, watching the way his boy bobs up and down on his cock, taking it deep over and over. "That's good," he murmurs, letting his boy shove him hard towards the edge.
Jesse doubles his efforts, doing everything he knows Josh likes. Even if this is going to be quick, he does his best. He loves doing this, loves to be on his knees for his Master, giving him pleasure. Moaning softly, Jesse takes Josh's cock as deep as he can.
Josh shudders with pleasure, fucking Jesse's mouth, a dozen thrusts putting him over, pulse after pulse emptied down Jesse's throat. "Oh, god," he murmurs, licking his lips. "Good boy," petting his hand through his boy's hair.
Jesse swallows everything down to the last drop, then sits back on his heels and smiles up at Josh. "Thank you, Master," he says.
Josh smiles at that and pulls Jesse up for a kiss. "I think our milk's ready," he says, giving it a stir.
"Oh good," Jesse says and smiles, "I was hoping it was ready. I'm looking forward to some hot chocolate and cookies."
"You still have room?" Josh teases, taking the milk from the stove and pouring it into the mugs.
"Well, yeah, a little bit," Jesse replies and laughs. "It'll be tough but I think I'll manage, Master."
Stirring the milk into the cocoa, Josh moves the mugs to the island and takes a seat beside Jesse. He pops open the tin and groans at the scent of home-baked goodness that comes pouring out. "I swear, I don't know what we're going to do when she retires."
"She can't retire. Ever," Jesse says. "There's no way we can survive without her!"
"That's what I said," Josh nods, dipping a cookie in his cocoa. "But she says she's thinking about joining her kids and grandkids in California."
"We're going to starve if she's really going to move to California," Jesse says and sighs. "We'll never find someone like Mrs. Johnson again..."
"Maybe we should offer to get someone in now to help her," Josh suggests. "Someone she could train." He doesn't like the idea of losing Mrs. Johnson at all but if she's determined to go then maybe she can help them with her replacement.
Jesse nods. "That is a good idea, Master. I'd rather not think about her leaving but at least we'd have someone who knows how everything works around here."
"I'll talk to her after Christmas," Josh says, groaning softly as he takes another bite of cookie. "See if she's willing." He smiles at Jesse. "So what do we have left to get ready? Are you done all your shopping?"
"Yes, Master, I'm fine with my shopping. I think we're ready for Christmas."
"Good." Josh smiles, suddenly wishing all their friends weren't going away for Christmas - or busy with their own families. As much as he loves holidays with Jesse and loves this house, it does seem rather rambling this time of year. "We should go skating then, check out the tree."
Jesse grins and nods. "Sounds good, Master. And when we come back, we need to figure out how to warm me up again..."
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"You really meant it when you said you were going all out this year," Josh says with a smile, watching Jesse from the doorway as he adds more bulbs to the tree, the living room - and the rest of the house - already decked to the nines. He's been working at home today, but aside from breakfast in the kitchen and a bathroom break or two, he's barely left the study.
"Is it too much, Master?" Jesse asks, looking at all the decorations he put up. "Maybe I should stop now... what do you think?" He likes the way the house looks, enjoys decorating it for Christmas but maybe he's been overdoing it this year.
"No. I like it," Josh says, stepping into the room. "It never looked like this when I was growing up."
"Yeah," Jesse says, "it never looked like that at home when I grew up either." He looks at Josh and smiles. "Good thing then we're grown-up and can do this the way we want to do it."
"You can say that again," Josh agrees, holding his hand out to Jesse. Wanting to hold his boy.
Jesse steps closer to his husband and takes his hand. "Are you finished with work for today, Master?" he asks. "Or just taking a break?"
"I'm done. I can finish up tomorrow," Josh says, reluctant to hole back up now that he's out here, with his husband. He grins at Jesse. "Tell me there's baking."
Jesse laughs. "Of course there's baking," he replies. "Has Mrs. Johnson ever not started baking the moment I started decorating, Master?"
"No, but she might one of these years," Josh insists, taking Jesse's hand and pulling him towards the kitchen.
"Yeah, maybe," Jesse says, "but for now, we're safe. There are cookies in the kitchen, Master."
"Good. Can you ask her to make some Hello Dollies?" Josh says, as he finds the tin Mrs. Johnson left out for them, the rest undoubtedly hidden away as usual.
"Yes, of course, Master," Jesse says and grins. "I don't think she has forgotten how much you love them but I'm reminding her, don't worry."
Josh sets the tin on the kitchen island and pulls a stool for Jesse closer to his own. "What do you want to drink?"
"Milk," Jesse replies. "Or maybe hot chocolate... Yes, I think, a hot chocolate would be great with the cookies."
Josh looks at the cupboards. "Do you know where she keeps it?"
Jesse chuckles. "Yes, I know where she keeps it, Master." He opens one of the cupboards and grabs the packet with the hot chocolate. "Here it is... now all we need is milk."
Josh gets two mugs and the milk from the fridge. "What do we do with it now?" he asks, trying to read the instructions over Jesse's shoulder.
"I guess we need to heat the milk and then put everything into the mugs together," Jesse says and laughs. "We're two intelligent guys, right? We should be able to make hot chocolate without having to read the instructions on the packet..."
"I like instructions," Josh says, before noticing the look Jesse's giving him. "For some things," he insists, laughing. "You pour the packets in the mugs and I'll heat the milk." Crouching down to pull what he thinks seems like the right size saucepan from the cupboard beside the stove. "What should I put it on? Medium or higher?"
"Medium, I think," Jesse replies. He opens the packets and pours the contents into their mugs before he steps closer to Josh, stealing a kiss while they wait for the milk to heat.
"This is nice," Josh says with a grin, squeezing Jesse's butt through his jeans as he holds him close, keeping an eye on the saucepan.
"Very nice," Jesse says, grinning back. "What do you think... how long does it take until the milk is ready?"
"I don't know. Is your finger clean?" Josh asks. "You can test it. Or give it a stir. I don't think it's supposed to boil."
Jesse chuckles. "That's not what I meant, Master," he says. "I wanted to know because I was wondering if we... I have time for something..."
"What kind of something?" Josh asks, pressing even closer, his hand still on Jesse's ass.
"Hmm, I was thinking blowjob, Master," Jesse replies, "but if you want to bend me over the kitchen table I wouldn't mind that either." Like he would ever say no to something Josh wants.
Josh grins. "Well, someone has to keep an eye on the milk so how about the first and we'll save the second for later."
"Sounds good, Master," Jesse says and sinks to his knees.
This never gets old. Ever. Josh makes a soft sound of pleasure at the sight, his cock already kicking up.
Jesse opens Josh's jeans, pushes the fabric down so he can get at Josh's cock. He licks along the length before he takes it deep into his throat. There's not much time right now but he still wants to make it good for his Master.
Josh curses under his breath, head going back for a moment, his hand in Jesse's hair, tugging lightly, just for the feel of it, before he opens his eyes again, watching, watching the way his boy bobs up and down on his cock, taking it deep over and over. "That's good," he murmurs, letting his boy shove him hard towards the edge.
Jesse doubles his efforts, doing everything he knows Josh likes. Even if this is going to be quick, he does his best. He loves doing this, loves to be on his knees for his Master, giving him pleasure. Moaning softly, Jesse takes Josh's cock as deep as he can.
Josh shudders with pleasure, fucking Jesse's mouth, a dozen thrusts putting him over, pulse after pulse emptied down Jesse's throat. "Oh, god," he murmurs, licking his lips. "Good boy," petting his hand through his boy's hair.
Jesse swallows everything down to the last drop, then sits back on his heels and smiles up at Josh. "Thank you, Master," he says.
Josh smiles at that and pulls Jesse up for a kiss. "I think our milk's ready," he says, giving it a stir.
"Oh good," Jesse says and smiles, "I was hoping it was ready. I'm looking forward to some hot chocolate and cookies."
"You still have room?" Josh teases, taking the milk from the stove and pouring it into the mugs.
"Well, yeah, a little bit," Jesse replies and laughs. "It'll be tough but I think I'll manage, Master."
Stirring the milk into the cocoa, Josh moves the mugs to the island and takes a seat beside Jesse. He pops open the tin and groans at the scent of home-baked goodness that comes pouring out. "I swear, I don't know what we're going to do when she retires."
"She can't retire. Ever," Jesse says. "There's no way we can survive without her!"
"That's what I said," Josh nods, dipping a cookie in his cocoa. "But she says she's thinking about joining her kids and grandkids in California."
"We're going to starve if she's really going to move to California," Jesse says and sighs. "We'll never find someone like Mrs. Johnson again..."
"Maybe we should offer to get someone in now to help her," Josh suggests. "Someone she could train." He doesn't like the idea of losing Mrs. Johnson at all but if she's determined to go then maybe she can help them with her replacement.
Jesse nods. "That is a good idea, Master. I'd rather not think about her leaving but at least we'd have someone who knows how everything works around here."
"I'll talk to her after Christmas," Josh says, groaning softly as he takes another bite of cookie. "See if she's willing." He smiles at Jesse. "So what do we have left to get ready? Are you done all your shopping?"
"Yes, Master, I'm fine with my shopping. I think we're ready for Christmas."
"Good." Josh smiles, suddenly wishing all their friends weren't going away for Christmas - or busy with their own families. As much as he loves holidays with Jesse and loves this house, it does seem rather rambling this time of year. "We should go skating then, check out the tree."
Jesse grins and nods. "Sounds good, Master. And when we come back, we need to figure out how to warm me up again..."
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