I was disoriented when I woke up in a strange bed. Then the smells and memories hit me. I laid there contentedly with his arm still draped across my body. It was Christmas day, and this was officially the best one ever. I woke up next to someone I loved. I turned over enough to look at his rumpled cuteness and licked my lips. I saw him crack an eyelid and grin at me.

"Merry Christmas Greg." He whispered.

"Merry Christmas Mark." I whispered back. He pulled me closer and tucked my head under his chin. He smelled really good. My little Mr. woke up and said hello to his knee. I blushed and burrowed deeper into his chest.

"Let's go grab some food before we open our gifts.' He suggested. I nodded and reluctantly got up out of bed. I yawned dramatically before he grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room. We both worked on breakfast. I cracked eggs and mixed milk into them, he heated up the pans and laid bacon out to cook. I poured the scrambled eggs into the pan and then set the table while he watched the food cook.

It was simple. The morning was quiet. I even sighed in contentment when he turned on the radio low to play carols, not caring that he was humming along slightly off-key. He and I finished off the food on our plates, and then he dragged me out of the kitchen without even washing up a single thing. He was excited, grinning and pulling my arm like a kid.

I sat down in front of the small tree next to him and passed him the first gift. He opened up the robe and put it on right away, thanking me and stroking the soft fabric. It fit him perfectly. I couldn't see his nipples poking out anymore and was slightly disappointed with myself for the practical gift. He passed me a gift and I opened it up. It was a set of new brushes for my art station and I was excited to try them out.

Back and forth we went, him receiving the game with a big grin and I got a warm pair of fleece moccasins. He laughed when I handed him his stocking full of food. There were nuts, oranges, chocolates and even some candy canes inside. I also put in a couple free movies vouchers and a bag of really expensive coffee beans too. He gave me a hug and then handed me a card.

I opened it up, prepared for some serious Christmas cheesy-ness. It delivered on the outside... and the inside. A folded up paper fell out onto the floor and I picked it up absently as I finished reading the sentiments. It was even signed, 'love Mark.' Love. Love Mark. It rolled around in my brain and had me grinning ear-to-ear.

'I love you too, Mark.' I said, leaning over to kiss him. He grabbed my hand at held it up between us.

"Read it." He insisted. I focused on the paper and unfolded it in my hands. It took me a second to actually figure out what I was seeing. The seal on the top left corner made it very official looking.

"Is this..?" I read the form carefully. It was.

"It's official. I am a free man. Now are you going to ask me out, or what?" He grinned at me. I threw the paper up in the air and cheered.

"Yes! Dammit do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for that stupid piece of paper?" I crawled over and sat in his lap, kissing his laughing face.

"I don't know; why don't you tell me?" He breathed. I hugged him tightly and sighed in relief.

"Feels like forever, but probably just since the moment I laid eyes on you." I replied honestly. His eyebrows hit the roof as he held me on his lap.

"Excuse me? You mean...." He looked at me with a question in his eyes.

"I liked you since then? Oh probably. I didn't admit it to myself until after the boyfriend incident, but I am pretty sure I was well on my way to loving you from that first Christmas together. I couldn't wait to steal you away from my idiot, blind mother." I responded. He shook his head thoughtfully.

"You are a little bit crazy, you know that?" He said wryly. I grinned and nodded.

"Yes. I know. I mean I made friends with Emily after all." I winked at him. He shuddered a little and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I read that book she gave you and can officially agree with you on that one." He looked slightly residual-shocked while saying that and I giggled helplessly into his shoulder.

"I told you not to touch it." I admonished him.

"True. I should have listened. You are usually right." He whispered into my ear. I felt his hands wrap themselves around my thighs to pull me as close against him as possible. Then they trailed lower and my breath hitched as they caressed my behind. "There is something I think you might have changed your mind on."

"Oh yeah? What might that be?" I licked my lips in between soft pecks of kisses that grazed my lips.

"Well I was thinking... You should ask me out now. That way I can say yes. Then we can say we love each other officially as boyfriends, and I'm hoping that means I can officially jump your bones without you saying no." He grinned at my pursed lips and narrowed eyes.

"Mark... are you trying to take advantage of my innocence?" I accused him. He tried to look innocent back at me but was smiling too much as his hands travelled inside my pajama bottoms.

"Come on, hurry up and ask me." He growled instead of answering me.

"Alright, alright. Mark, will you be my boyfriend?" I said as his hands roamed over my globes, squeezing them occasionally and making my heart race.

"Yes, Greg, it would be my pleasure. I love you." He mumbled the last against my lips and kissed me before I could reply. I moaned as he dominated my mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck so I wouldn't fall over from the swimming feeling he was making me feel in my head.

"I love you too.... Are you going to... right here?" I was trying to speak between passionate kisses as he felt up my crack and ground my hard on against his own.

"I'd be okay with that. It's up to you though. I am assuming it is your first time for this too?" He nipped at my shoulder as I nodded to confirm the statement.

(Sorry, A/N -mature subject matter to follow... continue according to your own judgement)

"Yeah, I don't know how much I really care though. I mean, I almost let you have me on the couch the other night so...." I admitted with a blush. His hands were working my pajama top up my torso and I lifted my arms so he could pull it off my body. Then he bent me backwards and lifted me up to lick and bite at the small nubs of my nipples.

I squeaked a little at the strangeness of the sensation. He grinned and lapped at the one in front of him until I was squirming in his arms. My breathless panting seemed to make him happy, and he turned his attention to the other to pay it the same amount of service. It would seem he was trying to distract me from his poking down at the other end.

"Shit, who am I kidding. Let's do this right." I almost fell over when he shifted his body and got to his feet. I was carried back down the hall and pushed back onto his large bed with a sigh. His drawer opened, and out came lube and a rubber. His look was heavy with sensuality. He grabbed the ends of my pajama legs and gave a playful yank. I helped him pull them off of me.

Then I got quite a show as he pulled off his clothes piece by piece. His new robe, his tight white t-shirt, and his red plaid flannel pants all hit the deck. He really was a magnificent specimen of a man. His body was muscular and boxy, the angles and curves of his physique making my mouth water with anticipation. I reached out to clasp his warm skin against my own.

I wanted to touch and explore the dips and planes that had been off limits for so long. It was still a little thrilling to do it, even though he was mine alone now. I let my mouth descend to the firm skin and taste the sweet and salty covering of my love. He sighed and we tangled ourselves as we touched and discovered each other.

He scooted down and flipped me onto my knees, pushing my butt high into the air. His mouth lapped and blew hot air over the tight hole before he pushed warm lube and fingers inside to stretch me. I didn't feel the least bit embarrassed as I moaned. Maybe I was a born wanton, but I was so comfortable with the idea of having him play with me that it didn't faze me in the least.

I could feel his digits pulling skin and brushing against the nerves inside. I clutched the covers tightly and gasped as he thrust his fingertips against it, nearly making me cumm on the spot. I resisted blowing my load so easily though, arching my back on the second and third thrust in my struggle to hold onto it. He pulled out his fingers and I felt the heat of his cock against me.

This was it. My virginity was about to be gone. I held still and opened my eyes as I waited for him to press against me. He hesitated, and I growled in frustration. He gasped as I pushed back suggestively against his meat. I reached back and felt his hand hook onto mine. He pressed forward and I hissed as he squeezed into my tight channel.

My body clenched and shuddered around him. He took his time with me and I appreciated it. I was able to adjust around him and then encouraged him to begin thrusting himself inside me with a gentle rocking of my hips. It seemed to help the lube to coat us when he rocked himself inside little by little. I felt stuffed full, and warm.

His low words of encouragement as he fucked me were sweet to my ears. At some point it occurred to him to caress my dick while he did so. I was in heaven. Maybe I was made for this. I loved the feeling of being stretched and stroked. He was big and strong, but gentle as I slowly got used to it. He opened me up and had me like putty in his hands.

Sex was awesome. I was glad I waited to do it with someone so kind and considerate for my first time. I was looking forward to getting pounded into the mattress some time in the future, but for now... I was being loved. His hands stroked me, his mouth whispered to me and his body worshiped me. I felt his heat fill me up inside and he carefully pulled the full rubber out when he was done.

Then he flipped me over onto my back. I felt his mouth and hands wring the last of my own orgasm from my body. He collapsed next to me and we stared at each other for awhile without speaking. I pulled the covers over onto us and he grinned at me. We kissed, just a loving kiss between boyfriends. This was so perfect I was almost afraid it wouldn't last.

"Is it strange? It feels like we have been together for a lot longer to me." He asked me quietly. I shook my head.

"No, it's not strange. Sometimes you know. It felt like I was just waiting for the title to go along with all the feelings." I replied. He nodded and pulled me in close. We were back in bed, cuddling like when we first woke up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He really did smell good.