The Spirit of James

"Sorry." Oh yeah, I'm sure that helped.

He just looked at me and smiled with a shrug.

"It's not a big deal. I'm used to being alone by now. It was really nice of your parents to invite me over for Christmas, though."

It never occurred to me that James would want to come over for Christmas. And to think, the last six years of my life I had tried to get out of the yearly visits and parties. That only made me feel worse.

"Well, yeah." I nodded, "My mom likes to make a big deal. It'll be fun. It's good that you can make it."

"Really?" he smirked. "I was sort of getting the impression that you didn't want me around."

"Look, James, I'm really sorry about that." and I meant it, "You just caught me off guard the other night, and besides Jen, my family doesn't exactly know…"

"You have a great family, Cam." He said softly, "I'm sure everything will work out for you."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so we both just sort of stared at each other until it became too uncomfortable for me and I cleared my throat and stood up. He followed suit and took back my glass when I handed it to him.

"Um, look, I should really get back home." I said, feeling uncomfortable being there.

James just nodded and as I made my way to the door I could feel him following behind me. I stopped with my hand on the door handle and turned back to say goodbye, but before I could get the word out, James was in front of me.

His head came down and he pressed his soft lips to mine. I wasn't expecting it, and stood there stupidly as he kissed me. I felt his tongue brush over my lips and they instinctively parted and his tongue swept into my mouth, as he pressed further.

He tasted like eggnog and nutmeg and while his lips were just as soft as they looked, his tongue was aggressive, thrusting in and out of my mouth. His hands dropped to my hips and when I finally got over the initial shock I closed my eyes, gripped the front of his flannel pajamas and kissed him back.

James pressed forward and his body pressed against mine as I fell back against the door. I wrapped my arms around him; sliding my hands down his back to his firm, round ass and pulled him up against me. I ground my jean-clad erection against the bulge in his pajamas and he softly moaned against my mouth before he broke away and we were both forced to catch our breath. I followed James's eyes up to the ceiling as he smiled.

"Mistletoe." He whispered.

And there it was, the mistletoe hanging directly over us. Which would explain the kiss. But I had never been this turned on under the mistletoe before. I grabbed his shirt and drug his mouth down to mine again. His lips parted and he pulled me back away from the door as my tongue swept in.

I did my best not to step on his bare feet as we seemed to spin in circles as he led me back out of the doorway and then pushed me against the wall by the stairs, his hands working their way under my jacket and pushing it off my shoulders.

When my arms were free I reached for the buttons on his pajama top and after releasing the top three I lost patience and pulled back long enough to wrestle his shirt off.

His shirt fell the ground and I got about two seconds to enjoy the view of his upper torso, strong chest, tight abs, the two nipple rings and the tribal tattoos surrounding his biceps, before he pushed me up against the wall again and moved his tongue into my mouth.

James pushed one hand underneath my sweater while the other slid down and cupped my erection through my jeans. I groaned and leaned into him, letting my fingers wander his chest, I flicked at his nipple rings with my thumb, somewhat fascinated with them and even more interested when he jumped at the contact. His hands became even more aggressive, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer as he fondled me through my jeans.

But when he reached for my belt I did the unthinkable. I stopped him. It was probably the worst time in the world to grow a conscience, but there it was, eating at me. James was a nice guy. A nice, gorgeous, lonely guy, and I felt like I was taking advantage of him.

I grabbed his hands and pushed him back so I could stand up straight, my back against the wall. I hated that look of confusion and concern he gave me when I stopped him, like he knew that I was about to reject him.

"I'm sorry, we have to stop." I insisted.

"Why?" that was a fair question.

"James, you're a great guy. Me? I'm a complete mess. I'm definitely not what you're looking for and if I stay…"

"Hey." He smiled, sliding his hands back down to my hips and pulling me against him, tracing my belt with his fingers, and then moving down, teasingly tracing the zipper of my jeans, "I'm not asking you to bare my children, Cam. And maybe you're a mess, but we'll get some of that Christmas spirit into you yet."

And then he kissed me again, slower this time. I felt like I was melting against him and all I could do was open up and let his tongue have it's way with my mouth, while he loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants.

He lifted the bottom of my shirt and I obediently lifted my arms over my head so he could pull it off. I cupped the back of his head and pulled his lips to mine as his calloused hands ran over my shoulders and down my chest, his fingers hooking in my jeans as he pushed them down my hips and over my ass.

I gasped as he suddenly grabbed my arms and spun me around. My hands went to the wall that I had been leaning against to keep my body from slamming into it, while one strong arm wrapped securely around my chest and his hand pushed through my boxers. I groaned as his fingers wrapped around my hard cock, and I wanted to protest when he let go almost a second later.

And then he was pushing my jeans down while I struggled to kick off my shoes. He stopped when my pants were around my knees and then he yanked on my shorts. My erection got caught in the elastic waistband and after being forced down it slapped back up against my stomach and my boxers joined my jeans around my knees. I quickly realized that if I tried to move I'd fall down. That is, if I wanted to go anywhere, which I didn't when James's arms wrapped around me from behind and I felt his erection through his soft pants, resting at the cleft of my ass.

His wet, warm mouth came down on my neck, sending a shiver through my body, and his hand slid down my stomach, through my blond pubic thatch and his fingers wrapped around my erection. I pushed my hips forward, pressing my cock into his hand, daring him to do something other than hold it. Okay, it might have been more like begging.

But his hand remained where it was, holding me, unmoving. His other hand slid down my back and firmly rested on my ass, preventing me from thrusting forward. His mouth moved over my shoulders, back up my neck and he nipped my ear, drawing my lobe into his mouth. It was torture. I wanted to turn around and touch him.

"Tell me about your best Christmas ever." He practically breathed into my ear, causing another tremor of the chills to move down my body.

It took me another minute to focus on what he was saying, the way he was holding my cock, kneading my ass and licking my neck. When I finally figured out what he asked, well…was he kidding me?

"Huh?"

"Your best Christmas ever." He repeated, nipping my ear again, "Tell me what made you happy, Cam." He drew his thumb down the cleft of my ass, nudging with gentle pressure at my puckered hole and I gasped. Did he actually expect me to have a conversation now? I mean, right now?

I pushed back against his thumb and turned my head to kiss him. He at least gave me that much. His tongue plunged back into my mouth, teasing me again before he pulled back and rested his chin on my shoulder, pressing at my entrance again and giving my erection a squeeze.

"That made me happy." I offered.

James chuckled against my ear. "No fair. Tell me what really made you happy, Cam."

He pulled away from my ass and ran his hand up my back again, rubbing in slow circles as he painfully, slowly, ran his hand up and down the length of my cock a few times before cupping my balls. How the hell did he expect me to think in this condition? I opened my mouth to tell him anything, make something up if I had to, just to get him to continue.

But I stopped. And when I opened my mouth again I found myself giving him exactly what he asked for, as he continued to kiss and suckle my neck and shoulders, fondling my balls.

"When I was eight." I replied, "The year before my grandpa died. He took me ice skating."

James brought both of his hands back to my hips and suddenly turned me around again. It was a miracle I didn't trip and fall with my pants around my knees. He pressed his body against mine and I wrapped my arms around him, pushing my hands into the back of his pants and cupping his butt cheeks, grateful to be touching him again.

"Do you like ice skating?" he asked.

"Hate it."

"Then what was so great about going?"

"It was with my grandpa. We were close. I haven't gone since."

And, deciding that we had done enough talking, I leaned forward and kissed him hard. James cupped the back of my head and pulled me to him, I felt like he was devouring my mouth. I couldn't remember the last time that I enjoyed kissing so much.

I also decided that it was time for him to have less clothing on. I tore my mouth away from his and moved my lips over his neck. James hissed in a breath and tilted his head back, giving me better access to his throat. I moved my tongue over his Adam's apple and gripped his pajama bottoms, pulling them down.

I kissed down his chest and drew one of his nipple rings into my mouth, pushing the tip of my tongue through it, flicking his nipple, as it became a hard little pebble. He cupped the back of my head and held me there as his breathing began to quicken and his chest heaved.

I broke away from his hold and moved to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment as I moved his pants a little lower, holding them just below his ass. Glancing down I saw the purplish head of his erect cock staring up at me, drooling with pre-come and suddenly I wanted to give something other than his nipples attention.

I stood up straight, my hands securely on his hips, even as he was forced to step back when I kicked off my pants and then I pulled him back to me. James dropped his lips on mine and pushed me back again, his hips rotating forward as he ground our erections together and groaned.

I gripped his pants again and as I slid down his body, moving to my knees, I pulled the pants down to his ankles and helped him step out of them. I looked back up at him as he stood there expectantly, glancing down at me from under long lashes. He stood perfectly still as I let my eyes wander down his body, stopping at more tattoos around his muscular thighs. They matched the ones around his biceps and I took the time to run my fingers over the markings, moving to the back of his thighs before I slid my hands to his ass and pulled him forward.

James obediently leaned towards me, taking in a breath as I opened my mouth over his balls and drew one into my mouth. I suckled and teased and then moved on to the next one. I gripped his butt cheeks and pulled him closer, pushing my knees forward and coaxing him to spread his legs as I sucked both balls into my mouth, swirling my tongue under them, pushing back against his perineum.

Both of James's hands dropped on my head and his fingers tangled in my hair. He released a small whimper of protest when I pulled back, but it his breath hitched again when licked my way up his shaft, over the head of his erection, soaking up his pre-come with my tongue.

I looked up at him and watched his face as I slowly took him into my mouth, inch my inch, swirling my tongue around against his cock. His lips parted slightly, still swollen from our kisses and he watched me intently as I sealed my mouth over his erection, swallowing him until my nose was buried in his curly black pubic hair. He smelled like male musk and something clean. Christmas. He smelled like Christmas. More cinnamon maybe. He was absolutely intoxicating.

I held him there for a moment, letting the muscles in my throat clench and unclench around him before I moved back up his shaft until only the head was in my mouth, and then I went down on him again. His hips rocked slowly and I could feel him shaking, attempting to keep control, but I pulled him forward, guiding him to a comfortable pace. I wasn't worried about keeping up. His heavy breathing turned into small moans, flooding my ears, just the way I liked it.

His grip on my hair tightened and then loosened, his fingers massaging my scalp. I moved my fingers down the cleft of his ass and teasingly circled his sphincter. His hole twitched and he thrust forward harder. I heard my own muffled moan as the muscles in my throat trapped the head of his cock again and I felt his shaft vibrate in my mouth as the effect.

Just as I started to pull back, James's grip on my hair tightened again. With another whimper he spent himself in my mouth. I pulled back a little more, gathering the ropes on my tongue and leisurely swallowing, holding him up against me as his knees shook and he trembled through his orgasm.

I waited for him to soften in my mouth and then I slowly guided him around me until he could lean against the wall and recover as I slowly made my way to my feet. My knees were sore from having been on the wooden floor for so long but I didn't care. When I reached my feet I let James wrap his arms around me and I leaned into him, burying my face against his neck and sliding my hands up and down his sides. My erection was still hard and pressing against his thigh, but I already felt content, just listening to his breathing as he ran his fingers through my hair.

When I lifted my head I just looked at him. His eyes were on me and unblinking and he had a sated expression on his face. I did that to him, and I took a certain satisfaction from knowing that. For someone I had spent less than an hour's total time with, I was feeling comfortable with James.

I couldn't explain it. There was something special about him. I had known that he was special when I tried to leave before this started, not wanting to end up hurting him. He was just one of those people, that no matter what you do, you know you're not good enough for them. But you want them anyways, because you feel like just being around them makes you a better person.

I had given James pleasure. I was the cause of that contended look on his face. And, for once in my life, I cared about more than what I wanted. If he asked me to, I would have gotten dressed right then and left without any reciprocation, just satisfied that I had done something for him. That had never happened to me before.

There were people I cared about. Ashley. Aaron. But in the end, it was all about me. What I wanted. What I needed. That's the way I liked it. There was something different about James that I couldn't figure out. It scared the hell out of me, but I didn't know how to run away from it.

He leaned forward and kissed me. Softly. Slowly. He kissed deeper, tasting himself in my mouth. He pulled back and his lips brushed against my cheek. His reached for my hand and laced his fingers with mine.

"Come with me." he whispered.

I swallowed, unable to respond. He knew that I wouldn't argue. He led me by my hand, down the hall with the closed doors. He walked a step in front of me and I let myself admire his round ass and strong back, taking note of yet another tattoo, a large dragon. I absently reached out and touched it.

James stopped walking. He released my hand, as if giving me permission to explore further, so I stepped up behind him and ran my hands over his tattooed back. I dropped a kiss on his shoulder and he turned around, taking me by the hips and he pulled me against him in the dark hall. I could feel his breath on my ear. We just stood there, motionless. But it felt like we were dancing.

"Tell me something, Cam." His voice sounded soft, almost like I was just imagining it. "Tell me why you hate Christmas."

"I don't hate Christmas." My voice was normal, but I said it quickly. Too quickly.

"Yes you do." I didn't have to see his face to know that there was one of those smug little smiles on it. "And it's time for you to figure out why that is. And do something about it."

I didn't answer. I didn't argue either. Maybe deep down I knew he was right. I hated Christmas. But how do you hate something that doesn't mean anything to you? It's just another holiday. A break in the work schedule. But now I didn't have a job, so it wasn't even that.

But I hated it. I hated Christmas. I wondered why that mattered. I wondered why it mattered to James.

He wrapped his arm around my back and guided me towards the door at the end of the hall while I thought about it. We went through the door. It was a bathroom. A big bathroom, with a huge tub in the corner, equipped with a shower and jets.

James went to turn on the water, and I stood in the doorway waiting for him. I waited like an abandoned dog. But standing there seemed better than following him around like a lost puppy. When he turned around and looked at me again, a smile spread across his face, and he moved towards me, slowly, with all the gracefulness of a cat. I just waited, transfixed, waiting to see what he would do next.

I saw his eyes move down my body and I followed them until I was looking down at my erect cock, standing flat against my stomach, staring back at me.

And then James was in front of me.

I looked up at him as he backed me into the counter by the sink. He backed me up until I was forced to sit down on it. He did all of this without even touching me. It was almost a shock when he placed his hands on my knees, spreading them apart. He stepped between my legs and moved his hands up my thighs, to the spot where my hips connected to my legs. I shivered as he moved his hands higher, up my sides. He leaned closer and stopped just before his lips touched mine.

"When was your worst Christmas, Cam?" he asked. He let his lips brush mine only briefly and then pulled back again.

"When I was eight." I replied, and then I finally reached up, cupping his face and leaning forward, I pressed my mouth to his, tracing his lips with my tongue until he opened enough for me to gain entry.

We pulled apart slowly, and my breath hitched when his hand suddenly wrapped around my erection. I glanced down to look at his fingers wrapped around me, and then I looked back up to his face. I felt surprisingly calm, considering everything my body was going through, just from him touching me.

"You never told me yours." I said, no longer in a hurry at all. James looked thrown, like he wasn't sure what I was talking about. "Your best Christmas." I explained.

"First," James smiled, "Tell me why your best Christmas, and your worst Christmas, were the same Christmas." He began to stroke the length of my erection. I placed my hand over his, stopping the movement for a moment.

"It was the last time I saw my grandpa." I replied. "Christmas wasn't the same without him."

"But that's not why you hate it." James smiled, and then he pulled away from me completely and went back to the tub. It was filled and he turned off the water before looking back at me and holding out his hand, "Come here."

I moved off of the counter and reached for his hand. James stepped into the water first and lowered himself down before I joined him. He pulled me towards him and I faced him, straddling his lap. The water temperature was just above what was comfortable, but it was also relaxing. James turned on the jets and then began to use his hands, pushing water up over my chest and back as I rested my hands on his shoulders. I could already feel his cock inflating again against the cleft of my ass.