Tis the Season (for Rat)

[silenttrainbaby]

The cheer and the color of the holiday had an unexpected effect on Grey. That most things didn't seem terribly expensive made it nearly irresistible. He'd just gone looking for two more knives and had left with a large bag of things from the store.

He's carrying this bag when he taps his fingertips on Rat's door. Unbeknownst to him, he's like Santa, bringing his gifts in a sack for Rat, who's been very, very good.

Of course, what's in the sack is a hodge-podge of things that caught his eye in the store. Something called an "Elf on a Shelf," two stockings with spangles on them, a string of lights, a package of tinsel, among with some other things.

Ho-ho-ho, indeed.

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[plaguedrat]

"Grey..." he warns. "Grey."

He doesn't have any other words left before spilling.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's swallowed down easily. And Grey only eases off when Rat is truly spent. Then he urges him down to his knees for a kiss.

[plaguedrat]

He crashes into Grey, kissing him hard and deep. Already, in the sam motion, he's sliding a hand down Grey's pants to grip him.

[silenttrainbaby]

He gets a gasp for his efforts. Grey grips his shoulders, eyes closing as they still kiss. As much as he has so much of Rat memorized, even his hands, he's always surprised, too, at how warm they are.

[plaguedrat]

His other hand works quickly, opening up Grey's jeans and pulling him free.

[silenttrainbaby]

Gasping, Grey leans back, letting Rat see his face, letting him see the anticipation and the pleasure. Yes, please.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods, pushing Grey back to lie on the floor so that he can move over him, working kisses over the length of his cock. Always, he keeps his eyes on Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey, too, keeps his eyes on his boyfriend, wanting to see things as much as he wants to feel them. He brushes a light hand over Rat's hair.

[plaguedrat]

Rat pauses, tilts his head into Grey's hand to enjoy that little affection. He smiles at Grey, sliding down openmouthed over him.

[silenttrainbaby]

The groan Grey gives is silent but for the breath it uses. He flexes his hips, not pushing up, but clearly wanting to.

[plaguedrat]

Rat bobs his head down, cupping and teasing at Grey where his mouth can't reach. His eyes are still focused on him, softer and warmer than he's ever shown to anyone else.

[silenttrainbaby]

It makes everything sharper. Grey lets Rat see the pleasure that etches itself on his face, the way he has to gasp for breath. His fingers are still in Rat's hair, gentle, to feel the movement of his head.

[plaguedrat]

He enjoys the touch but keeps his attentions on Grey, breathing out through his nose.

[silenttrainbaby]

It won't be much longer. It feels too good, is too hot, too wet. Grey actually makes a noise after a moment, one that precedes how his body tenses, how he comes, his cock jerking against Rat's tongue.

[plaguedrat]

Rat knows all those signals and pulls his head back, just enough to give himself room. He circles a thumb in the notch of Grey's hip. It's okay. He wants it.

[silenttrainbaby]

One more movement of his hips and Grey is coming, mouth open in a silent moan, gaze intense, watching, taking it all in.

[plaguedrat]

The look on Grey's face is something to be savored. Swallowing, he lingers there and lets Grey relax before he pulls off.

[silenttrainbaby]

All Grey can do is settle there on the floor, his pants still around his ankles, his expression blissful. He pulls Rat closer, for a kiss.

[plaguedrat]

"Merry Christmas, asshole," he says affectionately, kissing Grey and then rolling off to lean on his shoulder. "Humbug."

[silenttrainbaby]

Asshole? Well, that wasn't nice, was it? Rat got a poke in the shoulder, then a kiss.

Ho-ho-ho.

He reaches over for the stockings. One for each of them.

[plaguedrat]

Well. One of them had to be the Grinch to balance out the Christmas spirit. Rat gives him a kiss and reluctantly stands up.

"Keep decorating. I'll finish dinner."

[silenttrainbaby]

But -

Grey pulls him back down. Two stockings.

For some reason, this seems momentous. His very first Christmas ever. They have stockings.

[plaguedrat]

"Okay, okay." Taking the stocking, he sits with Grey and looks at it. "Do you want to hang them up or what?"

[silenttrainbaby]

That earns a shrug. Grey doesn't know what they mean. Just that there seems to have been a lot of them in the store.

He holds them out to Rat.

[plaguedrat]

He tilts his head at Grey before standing up and getting one of the books they'd purchased, about Christmas traditions.

"We hang them up for presents. I guess."