Christmas Eve
Tyler
bounced into the main room of the house he shared with Davey at the
Ranch, carrying two carefully wrapped packages. They’d decorated the
room with a huge Christmas tree, so big they’d needed a ladder to get to
the top branches. Tyler had also decorated the rest of the room,
including the garlands and lights on Davey’s 250 bike-trophy that still
took center stage in the room. He’d put a big red bow on the center of
the handlebars, too. Davey had laughed, but Tyler thought it was just
perfect.
Everything
was pretty close to perfect. This would be their first Christmas as
husbands, and they wanted to spend it right here in their own home. It
was a little hard on Tyler, though, missing his family and Janie. They
all had their own Christmas back in Colorado. Tyler missed them
terribly, but he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be. The ranch
had become his home—there with Davey. Besides, they would be going over
to see Davey’s cousin the next day. Dillon needed family, too.
Tyler plopped down on the couch beside Davey and handed him one of the packages. “Christmas Eve present.”
“What? What’s this?”
Tyler held up the other box. “I have one, too. It’s tradition.”
“It
is?” Davey looked at Tyler, skeptically, and shook his box. It was the
obvious size of a garment box, wrapped in red, foiled paper that had
little tiny wreaths printed all over it. Tyler’s was the same, only the
print was Christmas trees.
“Yes. Open it. Open it.”
Davey chuckled and shook the box some more. “You’re like a kid.”
“Stop shaking it and open it already.”
“Fine.”
Davey grabbed the paper with one hand and crinkled it, ripping it right
off of the package with a diabolical grin. Then, he broke the tape
along the sides of the white box that had been hidden inside the paper
and slowly pulled the top off. He fingered through the tissue paper
until he reached the soft cotton fabric below. He pulled the garment out
of the box. “What is this?”
“Jammies. For us to wear. Hold it up.”
Davey
pulled the pajamas out of the box and held them up. They were navy blue
with a hood and a zipper that went down the front, splitting the
Superman icon down the middle. They also had feet in them like
children’s pajamas. The look on Davey’s face made Tyler giggle. “Try
them on.”
“Uh…really? I don’t know.”
“It’s Superman!”
Davey glared at him, so Tyler held up his box. “I have one, too.”
“What’s yours?”
Tyler
ripped into his own box, pulling out similar pajamas, but his were
simply stripped blue and green—no superheros. “I’ve tried this on and
seriously, you’re gonna love it.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Makes my ass
look so sexy.”
“Put
it on.” Davey was far more interested in Tyler’s gift than his own. It
didn’t bother Tyler, though, since they were really both for Davey.
“You too.”
They
both stripped off quickly and pulled the new pajamas on. It took all of
two seconds after Tyler had his zipped for Davey’s hands to be all over
him. Just like he’d wanted. The soft material emphasized every curve of
muscle Tyler had, and Davey’s eyes ate him up along with his hands.
“Yeah. I like yours. A lot.” He grabbed Tyler’s ass, pulling him closer.
Their chests and legs pressed together, and Tyler could feel Davey’s
bulge beneath the fabric, pushing against his hip.
“I like yours, too.” Tyler ran his hands up the Superman emblem on Davey’s chest.
“How the hell do I take a piss in this thing?”
Tyler burst out laughing. Leave it to Davey to ruin a sexy moment. 
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