(Dianne) Fox Writes

The Gift That Keeps On Giving
by Anah Crow & Dianne Fox

Riaz looked in the mirror one more time and carefully twisted the glossy, black curl that was supposed to lie in the middle of his forehead. He looked ridiculous, but that was the point. He was all decked out in satin pantaloons and ‘jeweled’ satin vest, both peacock blue, with a crimson sash around his waist and red sandals. To get to the car, he’d have to put his boots on. One more touch up of the eyeliner and, bracelets jingling, dark bronze skin oiled, he was ready to go.

If there was anything Riaz did well, it was Bollywood. He’d spent until he was twelve wanting to be a Bollywood actor. After that, he’d wanted to be David Beckham. Now, he just wanted to be on time.

“Jamie!” Damn it, Jamie was worse than a chick when it came to getting to a party on time. Where was he, anyway? Riaz headed downstairs.

Jamie was waiting for him in the living room, already wrapped up in his coat. He had his boots on his feet, a little bag in his hand, and a sly grin on his face. “Ready to go?”

“Don’t tell me you decided to make me look like an idiot by not wearing a costume… I hate you.” Riaz pulled his sandals off, glaring all the while, and tugged his boots on. “Where’s the wine and scotch I bought for Lisa and Kelly?” He shrugged on his coat, looking around for the gift bag with the familiar liquor board logo in gold holiday print.

“Um.” Jamie looked around. “In the kitchen?” His tone suggested that he really had no idea where the bag was and was just throwing that idea out at random.

“Under the tree.” Riaz knew he was being grumpy at Jamie and he hated himself for it. “I’d have helped you with your costume, you know.” He was always in a bad mood before parties. And in the winter. Which made him a charmer before every Christmas party.

“I know,” Jamie said, heading for the door. “But it’s a surprise.”

“Oh, mercy.” Riaz had no idea what Jamie was up to. He might keep the scotch for himself, but someone had to drive. He picked up the bag and followed Jamie out. “I’ll drive tonight.” He could do that much to make up for being a grouch. “Come on.”

They got to the neighborhood of McMansions on bare lawns studded with teeny stalks of new trees, and Riaz managed not to bitch about that. Score one for him. The driveway up to the parking lot — apparently if you were important enough to not just have an eco-footprint but an eco-stomping-ground, you also needed a parking lot — was half a street long. Riaz parked between a Benz and a Hummer and kept his mouth shut. Lisa and Kelly were prosperous and happy; it wasn’t right to criticize it.

“Ready to go?” He got out, grabbing the gift, and waited for Jamie before heading for the arched entryway to the house. There was a riot of tacky Christmas decoration out front and Riaz could already count three Christmas trees inside before Lisa opened the door.

“Guys!” She was a tiny woman with short black hair and, tonight, she was wearing a white gown and a blue mantle. The Virgin Mary. Of course. “Come on in!” After they were kissed and hugged and the gift handed off to Kelly to open up both bottles, Lisa shooed them upstairs to leave their coats on a bed. Riaz left his boots at the door, put on his sandals, and followed Jamie up into the cool, dim second floor of the house.

Jamie had removed his shoes at the door, too, but he hadn’t put anything on to replace them, so Riaz still didn’t have any clues about his costume. Jamie wasn’t usually very good at keeping secrets — not from Riaz, at least — but this costume was apparently an exception, because Riaz hadn’t heard a peep about it.

Riaz opened the door to the coat room for Jamie and shrugged his old, heavy leather coat off his shoulders. “Party time,” he said, turning to drape his coat over a rocking chair by the door instead of throwing it on the coat pile. He knew what people did on the coat pile and it often involved bodily fluids. Why people did things like that was beyond him.

When he turned back around, Jamie had taken his coat off, too. What was underneath was… not what Riaz had expected. Some kind of naughty elf costume, with red garters that disappeared under a tiny, fur-trimmed, red velvet skirt that flared out from Jamie’s hips. There was a wide, black leather belt and a fur-trimmed, lace-up halter top. And a lot of bare skin.

Suddenly, Riaz realized exactly why people did things like… what he was about to do… in the coat pile. Jamie was adjusting the belt that was almost wider than his skirt when Riaz closed the door. God. Damn. Pale skin, muscled belly, curvy ass and thighs emphasized by the way those stockings and garters clung.

Apparently satisfied with the belt, Jamie sat down on the bed, on top of all those coats, and started pulling candy cane striped stockings up his legs. He got one all the way on, and clipped it to the red garter peeking out from beneath his skirt, and then started on the second.

Riaz wasn’t thinking anything as he stepped between Jamie’s knees and reached down to get a hand under each. A moment later, Jamie was on his back, stockinged legs in the air, skirt spilling up his stomach. Oh, God. Ruffled little lace-up panties. Getting a knee on the bed, Riaz let Jamie’s legs fall over his shoulders as he leaned in to bite the inside of one creamy thigh with a wolfish growl.

Jamie’s delighted laughter trailed off into a moan as his fingers threaded into Riaz’s hair. So much for that perfectly-placed curl on Riaz’s forehead. “Mmm,” Jamie purred. “Like your surprise?”

Riaz growled again and dragged his mouth up until he was licking around the lacy edges of the panties, trying to sneak his tongue underneath. He would never complain again about Jamie being late. His cock was straining at his briefs under the blue satin and he stroked himself through the fabric, moaning as he nuzzled deeper under Jamie’s petticoats.

“Oh, man.” Jamie’s legs slid down Riaz’s arms and Jamie arched up toward Riaz’s mouth. “Yeah, come on…”

Riaz got his mouth on Jamie’s balls through the panties and tongued them enough to wet the fabric. He was about to speak when he heard laughter. Adrenaline shot through him and he stood bolt upright, managing to grab Jamie by one flailing arm before his little elf ended up on the floor on the wrong side of the bed. Riaz set Jamie upright and stepped away, pretending he was fixing his hair in the vanity mirror as the door clicked open.

“Is this the coat room?” The voice was female and nasal and shrill; Riaz was never so glad to lose an erection that fast before. Where was this woman when he was in Grade Ten?

*

Jamie muffled his disbelieving laughter with one hand. Holy shit. Whoever that was had terrible timing. And Riaz loved Jamie’s costume every bit as much as Jamie had hoped.

He got his stockings settled and strapped himself into glittery red platform shoes with tall, chunky heels. “Help me stand up?” he asked Riaz, holding out his hands, as the woman and her date started stripping off their coats and throwing them on the bed beside him.

“I hope you practiced in those things.” The grump was just a cover for the flush in Riaz’s cheeks; Jamie knew him well enough. Riaz came over to help him up, giving Jamie a good look at his bare, glossy belly and chest, and his bare, muscled arms.

“You going to carry me down the stairs if I didn’t?” Jamie teased. “So I don’t break my neck?” He got up on his feet and took a few steps, fluffing out his tiny skirt and straightening his belt again. Riaz looked so good, dressed like that. But then, Riaz always looked good; it didn’t matter what he was wearing.

“I’d hate to ruin this nice party, so I suppose so.” Riaz looked scowlish, but then he offered Jamie his arm. “Let’s go enjoy. If I’m going to have a drink, I need to have it now, so I’m a hundred percent to drive later.”

Jamie had practiced, but the stairs were harder than just walking, so he leaned on Riaz on the way down.

By the time they rejoined the party, it was in full swing, and it wasn’t long before Riaz was off mingling with other people. Jamie chatted with Kelly and had a few drinks, but every time he looked over at Riaz, his friend was laughing and looking gorgeous as ever, and the men he was talking to were all looking at him like they wanted to eat him up.

Jamie tried to ignore it, to let Riaz have a good time, but when one of the men — Jamie thought the guy was maybe the one who’d interrupted them in the coat room — started petting Riaz’s arm, Jamie’d had enough. He made his way across the huge living room, past the giant decorations, and slipped up beside Riaz. “I need to borrow you for a minute,” he said without preamble.

“Sure.” Riaz untangled himself from the tipsy ad exec who was obviously rethinking his sexual orientation, thanks to a little too much Captain Morgan. “Sorry, Patrick, duty calls. Back soon.” He flashed a grin at his friends and stepped away to give Jamie a dark look. “Something wrong?”

Jamie stepped over a string of fallen garland and caught Riaz’s hand, drawing his friend along behind him as he headed for the nearest powder room. Once they were both inside the tiny room, he closed the door behind them and backed Riaz up against the wall, sliding his hands up over that perfectly smooth, dark chest. In these shoes, Jamie didn’t have to worry about their height difference; he just leaned in and kissed Riaz on the mouth.

“Did you pop your bra or someth…” Riaz was saying, obviously stuck on the idea that there was a costume malfunction, when Jamie’s kiss silenced him to a, “…mmph!” He caught on quickly, though, and the next moment, he had both hands up under Jamie’s petticoats to grab his ass, and he was kissing Jamie passionately with a low growl in the back of his throat.

Jamie could feel Riaz getting hard in those thin, silky pantaloons. He rubbed himself up against Riaz and sucked at Riaz’s tongue, arching into the hands on his ass.

“God, what are you doing?” Riaz muttered, but it wasn’t much of a protest. His hands were all over Jamie, groping, stroking, feeling Jamie’s skin and the garter straps and the stockings. He kissed away, giving Jamie a chance to answer, covering Jamie’s neck and one bare shoulder with hot, wet, biting kisses.

“Seducing you.” Jamie’d thought that was obvious, by now. “You look so good, and… fuck, I’ve been waiting for hours.” He let his head fall back, baring his neck for Riaz’s kisses, moaning.

“Just checking.” Riaz hooked a finger in the top of Jamie’s fur-trimmed halter top, tugging just enough that he could get his mouth on one nipple. He bit and sucked and teased with his tongue, holding Jamie close with the other hand grabbing as much of Jamie’s ass as possible.

Jamie wriggled his hand down between them, groaning when it put pressure on his already-aching dick, and worked out how to open the front of Riaz’s silky pants. “Want you.”

“Wench.” Riaz pulled away, grabbing Jamie’s wrist and tugging that hand out of his pants. Then, he spun Jamie around and pulled Jamie back against his chest. The hand that had been on Jamie’s ass was on Jamie’s dick and balls now, kneading gently. “Want what?”

Jamie shuddered and whined. He wrapped his free hand over the hand on his dick, pushing, making Riaz touch him more firmly. He felt breathless already, between how much he wanted Riaz and the knowledge that there were dozens of people just outside the door. Dozens of people who weren‘t about to get off with Jamie’s best friend, now that Jamie had Riaz to himself. “Oh, fuck. Riaz…” Jamie arched back, rubbing his ass against Riaz’s hard cock. “Let me. Between my legs. Fuck me.”

“You should see yourself.” Riaz nudged him forward so that he had to grab the edge of the fancy bowl sink to keep from toppling over. Now, he was looking at himself in the mirror as Riaz’s hard, heavy cock slid between his thighs for the first time.

“Don’t care what I look like,” Jamie muttered. His cheeks were flushed almost red enough to match his costume, but the way Riaz looked was way more interesting. “I want to see you.” Riaz’s dark eyes met Jamie’s in the mirror as Riaz dipped his head to kiss the side of Jamie’s neck. God, Riaz was so damn hot. Honey-dark skin and full lips and, fuck, the way Riaz’s cock felt, rubbing between his bare thighs and up against the satin panties that were so tight on Jamie’s hard dick. “Don’t stop.”

“Not planning on it.” Riaz got one hand in Jamie’s hair, tugging his head to the side so he could kiss and bite hard enough to raise a mark. The hand on Jamie’s dick moved away, but only because Riaz was tugging Jamie’s panties down enough to get Jamie’s dick in that hand, skin on skin. “So pretty.” Riaz was watching him in the mirror, eyes hot. “Love how you look like this. Sexy.”

“I picked it out for you,” Jamie admitted. He was sure Riaz already knew that. After the way Riaz had reacted to Jamie’s Little Red Riding Hood costume at Halloween, fucking him in the dark corner of a nightclub, Jamie hadn’t been able to resist.

“Taking advantage of me…” Riaz didn’t seem too upset. He’d found his rhythm, hot dick pushing between Jamie’s thighs and stroking him off at the same time, his mouth moving over Jamie’s neck and shoulder like Riaz wanted to devour him. His other hand slid out of Jamie’s hair and down to catch one of Jamie’s nipples. Riaz groaned at that and bucked against Jamie’s ass, then bit him hard on the shoulder.

“Fuck, yeah.” Jamie writhed between Riaz’s hand, mouth, and cock, soaking up the sensations. He loved the way Riaz got so worked up. Riaz’s mouth was hot on his skin and Jamie moaned louder than he should’ve when Riaz’s fingers pinched down on his nipple. “Please.”

Riaz was breathing hard now, nuzzling in Jamie’s hair, having covered Jamie’s shoulder with teeth marks, and moaning Jamie’s name over and over again. His hips slammed into Jamie’s ass again and again and then he was coming, slicking the inside of Jamie’s thighs with heat.

Oh, God. Yeah. Jamie whimpered as Riaz’s hand tightened on his cock, stroking him faster, tighter, in time with the hard thrusts of Riaz’s orgasm. Biting his lip, Jamie tried to be quiet, to swallow down his shout, as he started to come.

Riaz kept going until Jamie couldn’t take it anymore and then he was still, holding Jamie to him and breathing hard. “You know,” he murmured against Jamie’s ear, “you don’t have to wear a dress to get me to fuck you, right? Not that it’s not really fucking hot.”

Jamie was too far gone to mask his surprise when he met Riaz’s eyes in the mirror. That was exactly what he’d been doing. He hadn’t been able to figure out how to get Riaz to understand that wanting him wasn’t just about convenience, for Jamie, and so he’d resorted to doing things — anything — he knew would get Riaz worked up enough to fuck him. “No?”

“‘Take me now, big boy’ is a little tacky, but, you know,” Riaz said between soft kisses on the bites he’d left on Jamie’s shoulder. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“You know you don’t have to wait for me to ask, don’t you?” Jamie countered.

Riaz paused, looking sheepish. “I think I forget,” he confessed, apologetically. The dangers of dealing with a hardcore math geek; sometimes he needed a little kick in the ass to remind him that he was human, and that humans did more than eat, work out, and chase various shapes of ball around a field on weekends. “I’m sorry. I’m just used to living with your hotness with no recourse.” Now he was kind of snuggling Jamie against his broad chest. “I’ve learned to block out the awesomeness that is your ass.”

Jamie snorted and shook his head. “Dork. Let’s get out of here. We can finish out the party and then you can take me home and unlearn all that by fucking my awesome ass in every room of the house.”

“Glad I didn’t have much to drink,” Riaz said dryly. He reached for a washcloth to clean them both and came up with a red terrycloth square embroidered with mistletoe that started playing “Jingle Bells” from some where. “Whoa.” He passed it to Jamie. “Merry Christmas.”