JD pulled his motorcycle into the marina parking lot. He sat for a moment once he'd cut the engine, just staring at the sailboats, each adorned with beautiful strings of Christmas lights. The annual parade of boats in the harbor marked, for him, the beginning of the holiday season. He knew in his heart that he would never tire of the sight. He no longer missed snow at Christmastime, but these lights, this brilliant display on the water ... he felt certain it would never truly feel like Christmas without them.
Now, of course, it was the New Year. Another year over; another year gone. He couldn't believe how quickly it had passed. Three hundred and sixty five days of not doing the one thing he'd vowed at the beginning of the year to do. Well, he was out of time to make good on that resolution; it was now or never.
JD strode down the gangplank to the docks where the boats were berthed. He wouldn't let himself turn back, or talk himself out of this. Not again.
As he approached El Magnifico, he scanned the area for her captain. It was a clear night, and unseasonably warm, even for Southern California. If JD lived on a boat like this, he would be on deck, enjoying the stars. Sure enough, standing at the stern he saw the captain, looking out over the harbor.
JD stepped onto the ramp, but stopped before actually setting foot on the boat. "Captain?" he called. "Chris? Permission to come aboard?"
Chris Larabee might be a former Navy Seal, but he would always be a sailor. "JD? Come on up. What are you doing here?"
JD stepped on board and crossed the deck to stand near Chris before he answered. The truth was, it took him those few strides, those few moments, to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.
"I have something I need to tell you, to talk to you about."
"Yeah?" Chris turned and then leaned his elbows back against the railing.
"I, uh, I've been ... for a long time now, I, uh...."
"Spit it out, JD."
"I want you, Chris!" he blurted and then immediately bit down on his tongue. He fought the almost overwhelming urge to throw himself over board. Drowning would be less painful than standing here, in front of Chris, after he'd made such a damn fool of himself. Stupid idiot, his mind screamed at him. Way to win him over, asshole.
Chris stared at him for a moment — a moment that seemed to stretch out into an eternity. Then Chris turned away to face the harbor again. "You don't know what you're saying; you don't know what you want. Go home."
JD gasped. As idiotic as he'd just behaved he wouldn't allow Chris to just dismiss him, as if what he'd said had meant nothing — not when it meant everything!
He grabbed Chris by the shoulder and pulled him around. "A man comes to you, because he respects you, because he'd be proud to be with you, and this is how you treat him?"
"Seems to me you said something similar when you came asking to join my crew." Chris stared for a moment before shaking his head. "Go home, kid."
"I'm no kid, and you know it." His nervousness and embarrassment had now turned completely into anger and bravado. Who the hell did Chris Larabee think he was, anyway? "I'm just as good as any of the others. Better. And you oughta feel damn lucky than I'm even here."
Chris raised his eyebrows, obviously taken aback by JD's outburst. But, at the same time, JD didn't think he was making any headway with Chris. He didn't know how to convince Chris that he was serious, that he did know what he wanted, and that he was damn well old enough to make up his own mind.
Without thinking for another moment, he threw himself forward, flinging his arms around Chris's neck, and kissed him.
The blood was pounding in JD's ears, like waves against the breakwater. This had to work; he had to make Chris feel with this kiss just how much he wanted him. He just had to.
But, Chris grabbed his arms, peeling them off his neck, and pushed JD away. "You've been drinking," he accused.
"No, I haven't."
"Then you're serious. You've thought this through? You know what you're getting yourself into?"
JD nodded, though he was at least old enough and wise enough to know that one could never be one hundred percent certain about anything. "I know that I want to be with you. I've known for a long time. Only, I didn't have the courage to say anything before."
"The courage?"
"Yeah. I didn't think I could stand it if you didn't want me. But ... I finally realized it doesn't matter, because I can't live one more moment without knowing. Because, if you do want me, I don't want to waste even one more day."
"Thank God," Chris breathed.
"What?"
"Thank God. Because if I had to see you on this boat in that damn Speedo of yours, thinking I'd never be able to touch you, then I'm sure I would have had to throw myself overboard just to put myself out of my misery."
JD smiled wide. He couldn't believe it. Chris not only wanted him, he'd been lusting after him for a while now; he hadn't worn his Speedo in months. "So, uh, now what?"
Chris suddenly grinned back at him, obviously amused, but ... there was something more behind that smile, something hidden in those intense eyes of his. Something almost predatory, JD thought.
A moment later, JD found himself in Chris's arms as the man began to kiss him. Chris's lips felt like fire against his own as his tongue pressed urgently into his mouth. Chris's hands ran over his back, then down to his ass where he squeezed the flesh. As JD felt himself growing hard, he stepped even closer to Chris, straddling his leg. He moved his hips forward, dragging his crotch up Chris's thigh until his pelvis pressed against Chris's hip.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Chris pressed kisses along JD's jaw.
"Yes. I'm sure."
Chris was kissing his face now, his cheek, his jaw, and his neck. Then he was nuzzling against JD's ear, whispering, "What do you want me to do to you?"
"Anything," JD breathed against Chris's shoulder. "Everything..."
"You want me to kiss you?" Chris asked as he pressed his lips to JD's. "You want me to lick you?" he asked, running his tongue over JD's lips. "You want me to taste you, to suck you?" He pulled JD's lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on the flesh, caressing it with his tongue, tugging on it with his teeth.
"Yes," JD breathed again, unable to think of anything beyond what Chris was doing to him at that very moment. "Yes, please."
"Do you know what I want, JD? Do you?"
JD shook his head, as he tried in vain to catch his breath.
"I want you. I want you to come so hard you see stars. I want you to come, screaming my name. I want you to come, just for me."
JD was nodding again. He was clinging to Chris now, his arms around his neck, his outside leg wrapped around the man's waist as he rubbed his crotch against Chris's hip, needing the contact more than he'd ever needed anything before. He was certain he could go without air as long as he could simply remain like this, in Chris's embrace.
Chris began to move and, somehow, JD moved with him, though in the morning, he wouldn't recall how they'd crossed the deck, let alone descended the stairs. He would only remember being lifted onto the man's bunk and then feeling Chris's hands on his body as he helped him undress.
Once JD was naked, Chris stepped back, staring at him, admiring him. JD was sitting up on the bunk, his legs stretched out in front of him across the width of the mattress. He leaned back against the port wall, trying but failing to relax. He swallowed hard under the unwavering gaze. No one had ever looked at him like that, with that much want and desire. Behind Chris, running along the starboard wall, was a string of Christmas lights, the only illumination in the cabin; they lent a surreal feeling to the moment, as if it were all a dream. A dream come true, JD thought.
"You're uncut," Chris said softly.
JD blinked at him, not quite certain that he'd actually spoken. "What?"
"Touch yourself, JD. I want to watch."
"Chris, can't you just—"
"Do it. Touch yourself ... the way you want me to touch you."
JD reached down, though he didn't take his eyes off Chris. He ran the tip of his finger over the length of his penis, from the base to the head, and then he moved his thumb slowly over the glans, around the rim of his foreskin. It felt incredible — much nicer than when he did such things alone — but he knew having Chris touch him like this would feel even better.
"Chris ... please."
Chris licked his lips as he continued to watch. "Stroke it, JD. Yeah, like that."
JD wrapped his fingers around himself and began moving his hand slowly up and down his shaft. His breathing was coming faster now and the image of Chris standing across from him blurred in and out of his vision. With his other hand, he reached forward and began to caress the skin of his balls.
"Lie back, JD," Chris said.
JD shifted so that he was no longer leaning against the port wall. He eased himself down onto his back never taking his hands off his penis and balls.
"Close your eyes. Now, imagine those are my hands. Squeeze your balls ... yeah. And, stroke up along your cock."
JD did as he was told, picturing Chris standing above him, touching him, wanting him.
"Now move your hand up your body. That's my hand, touching your stomach, moving up to your chest. Do you feel my fingertip, touching your nipple?"
JD did — only it was his own fingertip — but the image of Chris touching him made the small nub tighten, harden. A tiny jolt of electricity shot down into his groin.
"My other hand is now moving up your body, caressing your skin ... up ... up ... up until I find your other nipple. So round and dark, but it's still soft. I graze my nail over it, until it springs up, and then I pinch it, hard, rolling it between my fingers."
JD was nearly groaning and Chris had yet to lay a finger on him. His dick was aching to be touch, by Chris, by only Chris. He shifted in discomfort, thrusting his hips just slightly as the muscles in his butt began to throb in time with his heartbeat.
Then he felt it. He sucked in a quick breath of air. Something very soft, warm, and moist was touching his dick. His eyes flew open and he saw Chris, naked. The man's head was bent over him; Chris was licking him, and it was even more incredible than he'd imagined. He felt the tip of Chris's tongue playing first across his slit and then around the sensitive edge of his hood before just slipping between the layers of skin. JD shivered as Chris licked down his dick, all the way to his balls. Then he felt Chris's tongue on the thick skin; his groin muscles tightened as the skin around his balls contracted. Then Chris was kissing his sac, sucking the skin into his mouth, rolling the balls around with his tongue.
JD clutched at the bedding and pressed his head back against the mattress.
Chris released him, and then licked his way back up his dick. At some point, he'd crawled into the bunk and was now between JD's legs. JD felt his hands, leaning on the bed, to each side of his waist. Then he was inside Chris's mouth, being sucked deep. He thrust his hips up, unable to stop himself, but Chris just rode him, moving up and down his dick, sucking and licking.
Chris's hand eventually replaced his mouth. He looked up at JD, his lips wet with saliva. JD licked his own lips, wanting to kiss Chris again.
"Do you want it, JD?"
JD nodded. So badly.
"What do you want?"
"I want..." JD began to say, but had difficulty finding his voice. "I want you to make me come."
Chris gave JD's dick a few quick strokes and JD had to close his eyes from the sudden, intense pleasure. "Is that all you want?"
"No," JD shook his head, swallowing again. "I want ... to feel you inside me."
Chris smiled at him, then he leaned forward and JD felt their dicks rub against each other. Chris brought his hand up to JD's mouth. He drew his thumb across JD's lower lip, and then gently pinched the skin before he moved his hand over his cheek, up the side of his face. Then, with a single finger, he slowly traced a path across JD's forehead, down his nose, and over his upper lip. Then he pushed the digit inside JD's mouth.
JD sucked on Chris's finger, rubbing over the length with his tongue.
Chris kissed the tip of his nose as he did this, then stared into his eyes. "Is that what you meant?" he asked.
JD shook his head slightly. Chris pulled his finger away and JD was about to explain what he really wanted when Chris pressed their lips together. His tongue moved into JD's mouth, tracing over the inside of his lips; the tips of their tongues touched, tasted, and danced with each other.
Then Chris's hand was between JD's legs, pressing against his hole. Suddenly, a finger slipped inside and JD gasped, throwing his head back. Chris began to kiss his neck as he thrust his finger into JD. "I'm inside you. Like you wanted," he muttered.
"No, Chris. I want you ... I want ... your dick inside me. Please. I want to come while you take me, Chris. Take me."
"Take you?" Chris asked, as if he didn't understand the words. "You mean ... fuck you?"
"Yes, Chris. Please."
"Say it."
"Please, Chris. I want you ... to ... fuck me."
"Hard?"
"Hard. Yeah. Fuck me hard, Chris. Please. Fuck me hard."
Chris was sucking on his earlobe now and JD was shaking. His finger was still thrusting in and out of JD, grazing his prostate just enough to make his need for more unbearable. "Chris! Oh, God! Please ... fuck me now."
Chris chucked softly, then JD felt the finger leave his hole. A moment later, he felt something else press between his cheeks, something large and firm and slick. JD drew his knees up closer to his chest, and slipped his legs over Chris's shoulders. Then, he shut his eyes, preparing himself. Chris rubbed up and down his crack, pushing gently against his hole, and then rubbed again.
"Dammit, Chris! You're killing me!" Then JD gasped as Chris rammed his cock forward, instantly breaching the ring of muscle. It hurt and it burned and it felt wonderful. Chris was already thrusting inside of him, moving slowly back and forth, rubbing over his prostate. JD felt his eyes roll back in his head as his body became accustomed to Chris's long, thick cock inside of him.
"Harder, Chris. You said you'd fuck me hard."
Chris pushed against JD, shoving him down into the mattress. The slapping of their balls, of skin against skin, sounded loud in the small cabin.
"That hard enough? That what you want?"
"Yeah, like that..." JD placed his hands on Chris's back, moving over the sweat-slick skin. He slid his hands lower, until he was cupping Chris's ass, pulling him forward as he thrust deep and hard. "Go faster, Chris. Make it hurt."
Chris leaned forward. The thick patch of hair at his groin was now rubbing over JD's balls, over the base of his dick. Chris's body was pressed against his as he moved forward and back, thrusting again and again. JD's dick was trapped between them, being rubbed by the firm muscles of Chris's stomach. Each stroke deep inside of him sent pulses across each of his nerves; each thrust left a wake of tingles along the length of his dick. Every muscle in his body began to burn as the tension continued to build.
"Come on, Chris," he urged. "Fuck me. Yeah ... come on. Come on! DO IT ... oh, God ... Chris ... fuck me ... please .... CHRIS!" JD shouted as he felt himself explode. Warm cum coated his stomach as wave after wave of electricity coursed through his body. Then it was all he could do to breathe as every muscle went limp, spent from the incredible sensations.
Pin pricks of light swirled in the darkness behind his closed eyelids. Somehow, he felt Chris coming, felt the angle change as he thrust and held, then thrust again. He heard Chris gasp as he thrust once more. Then he felt Chris pull out of him, and he felt empty. A moment later, JD felt him lie down beside him, pulling the bed covers over them. He could just barely hear Chris breathing over the sound of his own pounding heartbeat and panting for air.
Later, he felt Chris's hand on his face, turning his head until they were facing each other. Chris kissed him gently on the lips.
"That all you want?" he asked.
JD shook his head. "Want more," he managed to say, with a small, but cocky smile. "You?"
"Sleep," Chris replied. He pressed his lips softly against JD's again. "Then more."
He nodded, snuggling against Chris's shoulder. As he drifted off, JD wondered why he'd let the whole year slip away, why he'd let the whole year pass before making good on his resolution.
~ The End ~
On The Eleventh Day Of Christmas...
January 3, 2003
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Characters from "The Magnificent Seven" were used without permission and this story in no way signifies support of, or affiliation with, The Mirisch Group, MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, or CBS Worldwide, Inc. This Alternate Universe was created by the author and is open to all. The story itself belongs to the author. This story will not be sold for any reason.
My thanks to Charlotte for kindly beta-reading this piece. I appreciate her time and generosity!
Quoted lyrics are from "Happy Christmas" written by J. Lennon and Y. Ono.
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