Warning! This is a very mature chapter. Proceed with caution.

Robin awoke from the sound of a car engine revving outside. Two seconds later, he could feel the bed shaking as someone scooted across it. "Robby," Tyler whispered. "Are you awake?"

"No," Robin mumbled into his pillow, hoping Tyler would accept that answer.

"It sounds like you are," Tyler, ever the detective, replied, having caught onto his boyfriend's scheme. "And my family just left for my uncle Travis' Christmas Party. I told Donna yesterday that we wouldn't tag along because we wanted some time to ourselves."

The notion of alone time with Tyler piqued Robin's interest. He slowly pulled his face from the pillow to turn toward his boyfriend.

Eager lips immediately caught his in a kiss. "Maybe we could..." Tyler stroked Robin's hair away from his eyes as he spoke, "... play with the stuff from my Christmas gift."

Rubbing his eyes awake, Robin nodded. He definitely wanted to play with those toys. Scary as they may be. As long as Tyler was there, nothing was scary. "Playing sound... good," he replied, while trying to hold back an insistent yawn. "Maybe we should shower first though?"

His eyes still felt gravely and his arm pits probably reeked of sweat. Like only a young man could smell. And even if Tyler would smell just as rank, Robin still would rather feel fresh before they engaged in naughty playtime.

"Shower sounds good," Tyler agreed. To Robin's dismay, he threw the blanket off the both of them, exposing his body to the cold air of the room. "Come on, cutie!"

The allure of body next to him, which seemed to pulsate with energy and lust, warmed Robin enough to make him vacate the now cold bed. He could sleep later. But playing with Tyler couldn't wait.

***

The shower was hot, steamy, and invigorating. Because of Tyler's difficulties standing on the slick surface, Robin had to help him balance. Which, of course, lead to kissing. But they tried to temper themselves, to not run out of steam before they even reached the bed. So Tyler exited the cabin first, to dry himself off while sitting on the toilet seat, while Robin took the time to wash his own hair and body.

After drying himself off, with his heart beating fast in anticipation of what was about to happen, Robin followed Tyler out into the bedroom. There, he found his boyfriend lying on the bed, buck-naked, with his bare ass exposed.

Robin swallowed hard at the mere sight. His pulse raised and his midsection suddenly felt unusually warm and tingly. He couldn't take his eyes off the bulging muscles. A landscape of mountains and valleys ready for him to explore.

"Do what you want with me, Robby," Tyler teased and wiggled his butt suggestively.

This didn't help stave off Robin's physical symptoms at all. Instead, it made them worse. He definitely had a bad case of infatuation.

"Like... use the stuff from your Christmas gift?" Robin stuttered, slightly--well rather extremely--overwhelmed by the sight before him.

Tyler nodded affirmatively. "Go ahead, Robby," he replied.

With a towel still around his waist, which had already started to poke outward to reveal his excitement, Robin rummaged through the drawers to find the box in question. He put it on the bed and picked out a strawberry-scented massage oil to begin with and took position across Tyler's hips.

"Let me pull your hair up. Robin let his hands slip through silky curls and tried to gather them into a ponytail. A few strands of flyaway hair stubbornly resisted the treatment. On the bed stand table, he found a hair tie with a butterfly attached to it. It had perhaps been borrowed, or stolen, from Emmie. As Robin managed to assemble some kind of messy bun, he noted that he should buy Tyler a pack of his own hair ties if he insisted on not wanting a haircut.

Next, he grabbed the bottle of oil. As he poured the liquid into his hands some of it spilled on the blankets below. Aunt Donna might wonder why Tyler's room smelled like a strawberry farm later on. But that was a problem for another time. She would probably believe them if they said Tyler had insisted on drinking a strawberry milkshake in bed and accidentally spilled it.

Robin made sure to warm the slippery liquid between his palms before he put them on Tyler's back. The touch still elicited a shiver that made muscles and skin vibrate. His movements were fluid and firm as he kneaded the firm muscles and joints. An alluring low moan rose from his boyfriend's lips in synchrony with his touch.

Up and down. Deeper and deeper. The moans grew louder each time and so did the protruding bump on Robin's midsection.

"Maybe you could... use that other thing in the box," Tyler mumbled.

The words caused a rise of Robin's pulse, from both nervousness and excitement. The excitement won out--it usually did in Tyler's presence--and he reached toward the box on the bedside table and pulled out a neon pink rod with a rubber strawberry on top. It was about the size of a thick marker pen. Robin had made sure to both read the manual and fill the device with new batteries. Because you could never be prepared enough for this kind of endeavor.

He moved downward on the bed so that his buttocks rested on Tyler's thighs. From that position, he parted Tyler's buttocks slightly with his hand to make way for the bright pink implement. Then, he took a dollop of lube, from another pink bottle in the box, and rubbed thoroughly on the area in question. To start with, he didn't insert the device but just let it hover close. Then, he clicked the vibration button, at the lowest speed.

A low murmur came in reply from his boyfriend's throat. His body wiggled in restless anticipation of more.

"Is it... good?" Robin asked anxiously, despite the evidence toward this very conclusion.

Tyler's enthusiastic nod made the sheets rattle. "Very good," he replied. "You can... continue."

Carefully, Robin pushed the device slightly deeper. One inch at a time. With every move, Tyler's body tensed up further and the sounds from his throat grew louder. Robin paused for a moment as he let Tyler's body adjust to the size of the implement.

"Oh god," Tyler groaned and bit down on the sheet. His body shivered in rhythm with the moves of the rubber instrument. "I want more."

As Tyler moaned below him, Robin slowly pushed the implement further. Then, he remembered something he'd read. So, he tilted the device slightly downward and at the same time pushed the jolt button to briefly turn up the vibration speed.

Tyler yelped out loud and contracted around the item. His whole body charged as a ball of static energy. Any minor touch could make sparks fly.

"How did you get so good at this, Robby?" Tyler asked between moans.

Perhaps because he'd read the manual cover to cover. But that didn't feel like a sexy answer.

"Because I want to pleasure you," he replied instead and leaned down even lower to place a chaste kiss on the gyrating buttocks before him.

"Well, then you better pleasure me," Tyler panted in a labored voice. "Because I'm in agony right now. I think I may actually explode at any moment. I need you to be inside me. Now!"

Slowly--to ensure no injury was caused--Robin pulled the rubber item out, leaving Tyler squirming on the bed below him. "I'm dying;" Tyler muttered overdramatically. "I'm dying of horniess."

"I'll take care of you," Robin assured him, although he was quite close to perishing himself from the same predicament. "Just lift your hips up."

Tyler did as he was told and stood up on all four on the bed. Robin reached around his boyfriend's waist and caressed a swollen body part that seemed to long for his touch.

"Please don't... I will burst, I promise you, Robby," Tyler pleaded. "Just fuck me. Now."

"Just let me get a condom," Robin told his suffering boyfriend and once again reached into the gift box. While he rolled the rubber onto himself, the thought struck him of how ridiculous this all was. That he, little shy Robin Erie, was now a man who regularly had sexual intercourse with smoking hot adonis below him.

But all such philosophical thoughts were chased away as Tyler whimpered below him. "Hurry," he whispered impatiently into messy sheets.

"Just hold on," Robin mumbled and placed a kiss on Tyler's back.

To prepare, Robin took a firm grip on his manhood with one hand and noted that the top of the casing had small bumps, much like the skin of a strawberry. Perhaps for added pleasure. And he wanted to add all the pleasure for Tyler. The rubber also smelled strongly of strawberry as it was covered in well-scented lube.

Then, he placed his other hand on Tyler's hips, to get leverage as he thrust inside. Tyler cried out loudly and bent forward to once again bite down on the sheets. Robin was very grateful that his boyfriend's family was away because that sound would have woken the whole house.

That's when all conscious thought left Robin's mind. He moved as in trance. The sounds coming from his boyfriend's lips acted like a chant that egged him on. A tribal song that had spurred people on since the beginning of time.

In. Out. In. Out. The movements were raw and primal. Just pure instinct existed in his brain.

He breathed and pumped in synchrony. Deeper and harder each time. Until it all burst in an avalanche of emotions. Joy, relief, and care. Timeless feelings that every generation shared.

As Robin froze in place, wrapped up in his own pleasure, Tyler called out again, even louder. Perhaps the neighbors heard him this time. His body convulsed around Robin and everything turned into a haze. Like a warm snowfall that fell on both of them, soothing them and muting the world around them. They fell down together on the bed.

Robin stayed on top of Tyler for a few moments, as he regained his breath and the falling glitter around him subsided and then rolled off to place a sweet kiss on broken lips--probably from biting down on the sheets below him.

"Was I... too rough on you?" he asked in a worried tone as Tyler groaned while he tried to move his limbs.

Tyler vehemently shook his head. "I... kind of like it when you're rough with me, Robby," he replied and pulled Robin in for another kiss. "Although... you may have to explain to my family why I can't sit tomorrow. Because..." Robin recognized the glint his Tyler's eyes as he hatched a wicked idea, "I kind of want to know how many times you can fuck me before they come home."

***

The answer was three. Once in the bedroom. Once by the fireplace in front of the Christmas tree after Tyler had an incident with a hot marshmallow that stuck to his clothes and necessities him taking them off. And once in the stairs to the upper floor, as the boys were unable to make it all the way to the bed after a snowball fight outside led to wrestling in the snow which lead to impure thoughts.

But, once the family came home, Robin and Tyler sat innocently in the living room, playing not with the naughty toys but instead with the Lego castle Robin had received as a gift. Although, Tyler did sit on a pillow.

Author's Note: Can't stop the boys from being naughty on Christmas...

And this is the end of this Christmas novella, which was always was more of a series of one-shots than a proper story. I hope you enjoyed it!

I will now go back to focusing on Sweet Tea again, as well as getting started revising Sweet Little Birds as I hope to perhaps query it at some point or just have it in better shape for next year's Wattys.

I wish you all a happy 2022!