A Shiny New Toy

James froze, panting and hot, then slid up Quinn's sweat slicked body. When he got to the top he gave Quinn a long, deep kiss. "I think I like that plan."

James gently pulled the vibrator out of Quinn and tossed it to the side before reaching out to snag a condom from the bedside table. He rolled it onto Quinn, then flipped onto his stomach, giving Quinn a naughty look over his shoulder.

"No. Not like that. I want to look at you."

Quinn tugged until James flipped back over. He spread James' thighs and crawled between them, dousing his cock liberally with lube. He hooked his elbow under James' knee and tilted him up, aiming for the tight pucker that James was dying to have him claim. To James it seemed like he could feel every molecule of Quinn pushing inside, filling him up, stretching, impaling. It felt like he barely had room to breathe. It was fine, though. He wouldn't miss breathing if he got to have Quinn in his bed every night.

"You okay?" Quinn looked concerned. James realized he'd been squeezing his eyes closed, but he wasn't hurt, just overwhelmed by the sensations dancing through his body.

"Yeah, I'm good." He lifted his hips. "Fuck me Quinn. I want it."

When Quinn started to move, James nearly sobbed out loud. Their sweaty skin, the deep breathless kisses, the way that Quinn nailed him in the exact right place every single damn time—it was all too much to withstand.

James came without warning, clenching down on Quinn's body and shouting out in shock.

"Jamie," Quinn panted. "God, baby, come for me."

It didn't take Quinn long either. Just a few quick strokes and he froze, fingers digging into James' hips. Quinn flopped down on top of him and sprinkled his face with happy slobbery little kisses.

"You felt amazing," he finally whispered.

James reached up to cup the back of Quinn's head. "So did you. I can barely..."

"I know what you mean."

Quinn shifted and pulled slowly out of James. He snagged a tissue from the box that was perpetually on the nightstand and wrapped up the condom before he dropped it on the floor.

James snuggled into Quinn, hoping his previous shameless cuddler status still applied after having sex with his best friend. He wasn't disappointed. Quinn bundled him up in warm arms and James floated happily there for a few minutes—but he couldn't fall asleep.

"Quinn?"

"MmmHmm?" Quinn's voice was a contented rumble against his neck.

"Was this?—" A warm hand came up to cover James' mouth. Quinn bit the back of his neck gently, kissed the same spot, then wrapped James in the warmest tightest hug ever.

"Yes it was. And it will be the next time and the time after that. Does that answer your question?" James turned to face his oldest friend and brand new lover.

"You sure?"

Quinn gave James a sleepy smile. "You worry too much. C'mere. It's like four in the morning. We should go to sleep."

"You woke me up!"

"Yeah, and you hated it, didn't you?"

"Totally."

"Quinn?"

Quinn chuckled softly. "That doesn't sound like going to sleep."

"What did I do—earlier on the couch, I mean?"

"You said my name when you were sleeping, and then you kind of arched your back and moaned. It was the way you said it, like I was giving you pleasure. I wanted to be in that dream with you so bad."

"Are you really that afraid of storms?" Come to think of it, he didn't remember Quinn freaking out that much ever before.

"No." Quinn's grin was pure magic.

"Didn't think so."

Quinn pulled James as close as they could get, legs carefully twined to avoid hitting James' sore foot, faces nestled close together on one pillow. James couldn't help doing a silent little happy dance in his head.

*

Merry Christmas to me, he thought. Merry Christmas to me.