Merry Christmas, Mr MacGregor
By Katsura and Yuramei
The holiday season was never really much of a big deal for Judas MacGregor. Like an unexpected bout of syphilis, festive shenanigans were something to be avoided. Christmas just seemed like a pointless waste of money and energy. So when Judas was invited to undertake a little bit of business in Tokyo, a jaunt which would see him away from his home village of Everdirge in Scotland for the last two weeks in December, he jumped at the chance.
A free trip to Japan? How could he refuse?
His entrepreneurial skills in the import trade had attracted the attention of some rather high profile suppliers.
Judas insisted that before he parted with what even he considered to be a significant amount of dosh, he’d like a close up view of the product. Next thing he knew, he’d been offered a winter break, all expenses paid.
Not everyone was pleased at his decision to accept. Judas had no real family, or at least, not any that he knew of. The closest he had to a relative was his friend, Vinny. No doubt Vinny saw Judas’s buggering off to the other side of the world as some kind of abandonment. How could he leave before the turkey was even defrosted? Who’d be on the other end of Vinny’s Christmas cracker now?
Vinny hadn’t actually voiced these concerns. Well not in as many words. He’d just uttered a surly, “Fuck’s sake” and muttered something about dinner being ruined. So to avoid an awkward farewell scene at the airport, Judas left without telling him the exact time of departure. Since selecting the flight mode for his phone on boarding the jet, he’d kept the device at that setting.
Looking after number one had always been Judas’s priority. To read through a dozen accusatory text messages would just make him feel bad, so it was better to pretend that there wouldn’t be any and just get on with the trip.
For the European business man looking for an interesting way to spend a free evening, Roppongi was one of the more popular areas of Tokyo. The numerous hostess bars and sex haunts would perhaps be a temptation for most men but maybe more so to Judas. If the average man thought about sex every seven seconds, Judas was proud to consider himself as well above average. Being a sex addict was a fashionable condition for the rich and famous. Judas was neither. He shunned fame of any kind. Men in his line of work usually did. As for being rich? Well he was getting there. His addiction was not about being fashionable, well known or wealthy. Just another one of those things that made Judas MacGregor, Judas MacGregor.
If he missed the Christmas lights of home, which he didn’t, the lights of Roppongi would have more than made up for this. The streets were dazzling and bustled more than any city full of festive shoppers would. But Judas was pleased to see that no one here carried pointless bags of tat for their kin. The folk who streamed around him were headed for a decent night out, just like he was.
Being tall and light haired certainly made Judas stand out amongst the locals and perhaps even amongst the other gaijin like himself. His hair was blond, with a smattering of grey and fell in collar length waves. His eyes were deep blue and somewhat piercing. But it was his mouth that was his most stunning feature. Wide, generous and always ready to slip into a smile. He knew that he attracted attention, and certainly from the pretty young girls who’d decided to make an attempt at luring him into the expensive club they no doubt worked in. Judas looked good in a suit. No point in being modest. He just did. And with a camel coloured fur coat draped over the black Armani, he fairly caught the eye.
He laughed and shook his head as two of the girls took him playfully, and not so gently, by a wrist each and tried to pull him in the general direction of their place of work. They reluctantly let him go when it became clear that he wasn’t going to be coerced. He was firm on what he wanted this Christmas Eve. Judging by the collection of pretty young men who stood resplendent under the flickering neon sign of Club Seishin, it appeared there might be the place to find it.
The club was even more packed inside, than the street outside. Judas headed to the bar, enjoying a good bit of indecent intimacy with the other patrons on his way. All accidental of course. The Japanese would doubtlessly have a name for someone who took advantage of the confines of a crowded nightclub to cop a feel as it were, but to use it would be unwarranted in Judas’s case. He was being a gentleman, for the moment at least. Judas didn’t travel much and found the idea of reinventing himself for this specific trip an amusing one. This was partly why he hadn’t asked if he could bring Vinny along with him. If Vinny was here too, they’d just behave like they did at home. Vinny would laugh his ass off at Judas’s attempts to be anything other than flash chancer. In Tokyo he didn’t want to be Judas MacGregor, flamboyant wise-guy and underground crook. He would be Jude. Cosmopolitan businessman.
Well he would have a go at that anyway.
From its external appearance, Judas presumed the club to cater for a gay clientele. But on seeing the amount of apparently heterosexual couples enjoying each other’s company, he was now not so sure. He leaned across the bar, his voice raised so that he could be heard above the pounding music and he said one of the few Japanese words he knew, “Uisukii.”
To say it was almost like saying whisky, so easy enough to remember. He held up two fingers to indicate the size of the measure but ended up with two glasses instead. As there seemed to be no available tables, he poured the contents of one glass into the other and stood to sip his drink at the bar. It certainly was a lively place and everyone appeared to be laughing. Unlike the pubs in Everdirge, which were apt to get a bit rowdy, there was no trouble here. Everyone was just out for the same reason. To enjoy a good night with friends.
The generous people who’d paid for Judas’s trip, had offered to take him out. Show him the sights. He’d politely declined this invitation. Never mix business with pleasure, according to the saying. Plus, he didn’t know if his sexual preference would go down too well with them. He was under no illusion that his hosts were anything other than Yakuza. Maybe they’d be fine with him swinging both ways, and maybe they wouldn’t. He just thought it best not to take the risk of offending a group of people who were known throughout the world for their brutality.
Judas was bisexual, but lately, he desired men more than he desired women. He liked his guys to be younger than himself and nothing turned him on more than a slim, pretty Asian. Someone like the little cracker who was seated with a large collection of his mates in a booth opposite the bar.
Now he was right up Judas’s alley.
He had straight black hair which had been highlighted here and there with red and orange, and hung centre parted to frame his jaw-droppingly beautiful face. His eyes were dark and looked to be accentuated with guy-liner. His mouth seemed to remain in an almost permanent pout and as Judas stared at this feature, he couldn’t help but imagine how those reddened lips would look fastened around the hot shaft of a hard-on.
Judas’s hard-on, to be more specific.
So lost was Judas in his fantasy concerning the strangers lovely mouth, he didn’t realise that the young man now stared back at him. However, when Judas did notice, he barely flinched. He was used to picking up random guys in bars, streets or even gentlemen’s lavatories, so eye contact such as this was just seen by him as a prelude to a shag. He smiled and toasted his glass in the young man’s direction. The guy’s cheeks flushed noticeably in response and his hands came up to his mouth as though to shield a giggle.
The gesture was too perfect. So he was shy, or if not, he could at least convincingly pretend to be.
Judas grinned and turned to place his drink on the bar but when he looked back he was saddened to see that someone else had captured the hot Asian’s attention. He was now talking animatedly to the man seated to his left. Clearly they knew each other well as every now and then they touched hands, or leaned closer and Judas supposed they must be lovers.
With a slightly rueful smirk, he turned fully to face the array of drinks on display behind the barman. A stool had become vacant. He sat on it and pointed into his glass for a refill. Perhaps there would be no sex tonight but at least the country had managed to perfect the art of a single malt. Of course it was no Lagavulin but still, it was very palatable.
“Excuse me?” A soft voice sounded to his right, “You are English?”
Judas looked round to see the young man who’d stolen the hot guy’s gaze from him. He seemed pleasant enough and Judas smiled as he replied, “No. I’m Scottish. I’d say near enough, but…” He laughed as he could see he was being unnecessarily confusing so extended his hand genially instead of finishing his sentence. “My name’s Jude, pleased to meet you.”
“Hello, pleased to meet you. My name is Hiro.” Hiro bowed a fraction then indicated over to the booth. “You would
like to join us?”
Judas didn’t wait to be asked twice. He hastily paid for the refill to his glass before he followed Hiro back to the table. A space had been cleared for him on the red leather sofa.
Right next the gorgeous one with the pouting lips.
Merry Christmas, Mr MacGregor.
This close up, the apparently shy Japanese guy was even more beautiful and Judas found it difficult not to gape openly at him. He also looked thinner. Not in an unhealthy way, but his fragility made him irresistibly attractive to a man who loved to dominate.
“You will introduce me to your friend?” Judas leaned across to speak to Hiro.
Hiro smiled and nodded.
“This is my brother, Junjie…Jun. His English is not as good as mine.” He then spoke quietly to Jun. Jun turned his face to Judas and extended a slim hand for a handshake.
There was no strength in the movement of the fingers which Judas briefly clasped. The almost unperceivable up and down was as slight as Jun’s frame. Judas took a further opportunity to appreciate the perfection of the young man’s face. Jun blinked, perhaps surprised by the stranger’s open perusal of him. Undeterred, Judas’s gaze wandered over Jun’s moist looking lips, then down lower to take in the smooth contours of his throat. He wore a white v neck shirt and when Judas angled his head slightly he could almost catch a glimpse of nipple. Almost was not good enough. Judas wanted not only to see, but to touch and taste too. Tease it with his finger tip and then with his tongue and feel it harden with the attention.
The elusive thought nipple was not the only thing that was hardening and Judas shifted in his seat to ease the pressure of his growing erection. If he didn’t behave himself he knew that he would blow his chance of being blown so he sat up as straight as his cock would allow and sipped his drink in a mannerly fashion.
Hiro was a talkative one and he chatted almost incessantly for what seemed like a full hour. Judas began to wonder why he’d been invited to join them at all, as none of the conversations were directed at him. The group of young men spoke mostly in Japanese with the odd utterance of an English word here and there. But all that aside, when they suddenly got up as though to leave, Judas could barely hide his disappointment.
He hurriedly tried to think of something to say to Jun. Something to make him stay, but to his surprise, Jun didn’t seem about to go anyway.
“I will…another drink?” Jun addressed his brother, but conveniently in English. Obviously so Judas would understand too. It was true that Jun was not as fluent as Hiro, but still perfectly understandable. Hiro looked back at him and mumbled something.
If Jun had been Judas’s brother—in reality he didn’t have one but for arguments sake if he did—he knew what he would be saying to him right now.
Are you fucking crazy? You’re going to stay here with some strange guy? He looks like a fucking pervert. He’s been goggling at your tits all night!
Judas tried to smile in a non-perverted way. Not an easy task when the thought of Jun naked and spread on his hotel bed kept wandering into his mind.
He could cover him in chocolate and…
Judas mentally chided himself and looked reassuringly at Hiro.
“It’s okay, Hiro. I’ll make sure your brother gets home safely. Don’t worry, here.” He offered the young man his business card. Having heard that almost everyone in Japan routinely exchanged them, he’d had them printed before his trip. Hopefully, it would have the comforting effect of making him seem legit. And perhaps if Hiro was presented with contact details he would worry less that his brother was about to fall prey to some sex pest.
Which he was.
At least if Judas had his way.
Hiro took the card, stared at it for a moment, then nodded. He placed the small white rectangle into his pocket.
“Okay. Thank you.” He gave a little bow. Judas awkwardly did the same.
When he was finally alone with Jun, well as alone as being in a mobbed bar would allow, Judas wondered how best to seduce a guy who didn’t speak his language. Then he accepted his general failure in the vocal arts of seduction and conceded that the lack of small talk might really be a help as oppose to a hindrance.
Conquests in the bedroom came easily to Judas.
Probably not because of his muttering, “So, like, d’you wanna?” as he heatedly felt someone up. More than likely his roguish smile and tendency to flash a lot of cash were responsible for his frequent sexual successes.
Jun reached out and lifted Judas’s glass of whisky. He brought it to his lips and took a small sip. He then spoke in such a quiet voice that Judas had strain to hear him.
“It is very nice.”
“Yeah?” Judas nodded. “I can hardly hear you. You want to go somewhere quieter?”
Jun didn’t answer. He simply smiled and got to his feet. As he walked out from the booth, he occasionally glanced back, clearly to check that Judas followed.
Of course, Judas did. His eyes never left the young man for a second as he weaved through the crowd. And not just so that he wouldn’t be lost in the crush. Judas enjoyed the opportunity to take in an eyeful of Jun’s gorgeous ass, which was covered by some nice tight designer jeans. The faded parts were in all the right places and accentuated the beautiful mounds perfectly.
Again, this was no time to get so helplessly aroused, so Judas forced himself to keep his eyes on the back of Jun’s head instead.
Once outside they fell into pace side by side. Jun was shorter than Judas and as they walked, his hand slipped to hold Judas’s elbow. The act was surprising but not unpleasant. Judas lifted his chin, confident now that his evening was going to turn out just as he had wanted it to. With him tangled up in the sheets, on top of some hot guy.
“I live not too far.” Jun pointed along the street. “You come up for…” He seemed to be trying to think of a reason for inviting Judas up to his apartment. Judas didn’t care for reasons. He would have gone with him for anything or nothing at all. He nodded enthusiastically then he and Jun continued on their way.
Jun’s flat was tiny and even Judas, who was not exactly a house proud person, found it to be a complete mess. It was probably quite a nice place if all of the junk was lifted from the floor, but it was difficult to see past that. Jun busied himself in the kitchen while Judas walked about, careful to avoid standing on the young man’s strewn apparel.
There were large black and white photographs on the wall. Mostly every space held one and Judas guessed that Jun, or someone very close to him, was an avid photographer. Stunning Scenes from around Roppongi seemed to leap out from the frames. Others, equally spectacular, depicted different parts of Tokyo.
“You took these pictures?” Judas called out as he admired an image of the famous Tokyo Towers. Normally, Judas was not the type who’d care to be a tourist, but the amazing view captured even his interest.
“Uh huh!” Jun shouted from the kitchen. He appeared at the doorway carrying two mugs of coffee. “I am not so good.”
“Don’t be silly.” Judas came over to join the young man on the small two-seater sofa on which he’d now perched. “They look great.”
He carefully took one of the mugs from Jun, then immediately sat it down on the low coffee table in front of them. It was late. Another whisky would have been nice and he would have drank that quickly before making his move. Coffee was not worth delaying the action any further for.
He rested his hand on Jun’s thigh.
Jun looked at him over the rim of his coffee mug but didn’t object.
Judas let his fingers meander a little higher. “You saw me watching you? When I first came into the bar?”
“Yes.” Jun nodded. “I thought…you look very nice. I ask Hiro to tell…you sit with us.”
Judas smiled and shifted closer. The action brought his hand in contact with the bulge at Jun’s groin and he brushed his fingers over the fabric there. Jun put down his coffee. His teeth pressed lightly against his lower lip as Judas stroked him a little more firmly.
“I thought you were fucking gorgeous.” Judas breathed. He leaned closer still, so his lips touched against Jun’s cheek, but only for a second. The slightly lavender aroma of Jun’s scent filled his nostrils. Jun closed his eyes and leaned back against the cushions. His neck lay exposed now and Judas couldn’t resist. He pressed his lips against the enticing skin and sucked gently. Jun responded by arching his back with obvious arousal.
Hell. He was, to use a purely Scottish phrase, a total belter. He had movie star good-looks. And not just the kind which could have gotten him into porn. Although, if Judas ever hoped to see him on either the big, or small screen, likely pornography would be his preferred genre.
“Mmm…” Jun moaned. Judas gazed at his face through lust heavy eyes, as he traced his tongue around the little pink mark that his lips had left on Jun’s pale and fragrant skin. While he licked slowly lower, Judas first loosened his tie, then undid the knot completely. He tossed his airport purchase from Tie Rack, to join the odd assortment of things on the floor. Maybe the clothes were not Jun’s at all, but the hastily removed shirts, socks and pants of other men who had sat here and wished to be rid of every stitch.
Just so that they could bury themselves to the hilt, in this sweet angel’s ass.
Jun reached down and grasped the hem of his shirt. He pulled the garment up and over his head. Judas gazed at the secretive little nipple that had captured his thoughts earlier. It sat pert and tempting like its equally delicious twin. With no hesitation, he lowered his head to fasten his mouth around it. He sucked the soft mound to hardness while his thumb and forefinger paid attention to the other.
Jun gasped. Encouragingly, he fumbled with the button on his jeans, and without pausing his work on the pretty rosebuds on Jun’s chest, Judas slipped his free hand to help him. Once the jeans were open, Judas slid his fingers inside to caress Jun’s promisingly hard cock.
“Oh, please…” Jun sounded breathless, and not to beat about the bush, deliciously horny. Feeling not a fraction less himself, Judas released Jun’s now glistening pink nipple from his mouth.
He slowly licked his lips. “I intend to.”
Judas got up from the sofa. He kneeled on the floor between Jun’s thighs and after a quick glance at Jun’s face, took the young man’s cock in a deep, oral embrace.
Jun’s erection practically sizzled as Judas surrounded it in the moist warmth of his mouth. He breathed in Jun’s heat and longed to feel the tickle of dark pubic curls against his nostrils. Jun swiftly tangled his hands into Judas’s hair. However, rather than hold Judas’s head in place, he seemed to be trying to push him back.
Judas was having none of it.
Nothing pleased him more than to bring any sexual partner off first. Even before he made an attempt to fuck them properly.
With one still caught in the throws of climax, the sudden addition of some hot cock, felt blissful for both.
He ignored this feeble attempt to push him away. Instead, he allowed still more of the musky tasting skin between his lips. Jun lessened his resistance somewhat and Judas took the opportunity to tug the guy’s jeans down, then free him from them completely.
Jun’s hands moved down from Judas’s hair and rested instead against his shoulders, which rocked back and forth with the actions of his mouth. His tongue lapped on the bitter juice which leaked from Jun’s cock. Some men were like that. They practically gushed precum as soon as the oral experience began. Judas fancied that he could taste the difference as a guy got closer to the finale. His mouth filled with the young man’s flavour. A slightly more rich tone which promised an imminent and eagerly anticipated, throat-full.
Judas sucked him greedily and with an almost desperate impatience. The appetiser was delicious. But perhaps a little more intimate attention would hasten the arrival of the keenly awaited main course.
Judas carefully snaked his fingers between the damp, sweat soaked mounds of Jun’s ass. He searched for the puckered ring of muscle at Jun’s entrance and stroked gently. Full penetration could wait for just the right moment, but a little tease was what was needed, for now.
The young man cried out. He seemed to quiver at Judas’s touch and his hands pressed harder against Judas’s shoulders.
Although his actions still seemed like an attempt to push Judas away, Jun spread his legs wider at the same time, obviously as filled with desire as Judas.
“No, no…” Jun’s moved his head from side to side. His hips squirmed more and Judas reluctantly released his cock so that he could try to gauge if the young man really meant what he was saying.
Jun took short, shallow breaths as he looked down at Judas’s face.
“You really want me to stop?” Judas gave a sigh of frustration that almost knocked any gentlemanly pretense from him. He stared up at Jun’s moist eyes while his finger remained lightly pressed against his temptingly tight little asshole.
Just a little pressure. He’d show the guy what real pleasure felt like.
Jun slid his hands gently over Judas’s shoulders and he leaned down to place a soft kiss on Judas’s wet lips. “I want to, but…we go to my bed?”
Jun had sure chosen his moment to change location, but what the hell.
Judas withdrew his finger from the gateway to paradise and got to his feet. Jun stood up gracefully and without realising why he did it, Judas lifted him. While they walked from the sofa, Jun’s arms encircled Judas’s neck and he rested his head against Judas’s shoulder. There was no weight to him at all, it seemed, and as Judas carried him in the direction of the unmade futon, he marvelled at why such an attractive guy would be interested in him. Of course Judas was hot, but so were most of the others in the club. They were all gorgeous and if Judas was honest with himself, a lot younger than he was. There could be only one reason.
Jun was a prostitute.
Why else would he invite some strange guy to his flat with the obvious intention of having sex with him? The revelation didn’t bother Judas much. It wasn’t the first time he’d paid for it and it wouldn’t be the last. His only issue was, if he was going to have to fork out some readies, only one of them deserved to be in charge.
Jun was sweet and very adept at the show of coyness. But if he made a living out of selling his body, the blushing and resistance was really just an act. Judas was going to be the boss now. He lay his partially unwrapped Christmas present to himself on top of the covers and began to undress.
Jun climbed beneath the black satin and gazed over as Judas placed his shirt on top of the chair. The floor was way too crowded with other clothes. Having decided that Jun was a hooker, this meant Judas could have sex with him, sleep for a bit, if he felt like it, then leave at any point without causing offence. He didn’t want to have to rake around on the floor for his stuff, so it all went neatly on the chair.
Santa Claus didn’t exist.
Never at any point in his life did Judas believe in the big merry fucker in the red suit who would squeeze down the chimney and leave gifts while you slept. The only people who entered a home under cover of darkness and unbeknownst to the slumbering householder, were burglars. No toys or sweets were left in that instance. You would just wake up to no TV. Which wasn’t always a bad thing. Especially at Christmas. Given the usually dire holiday programming schedule.
But doubt about the reality of old Saint Nick, was no reason to avoid some festive frolicking.
Next to Jun’s bed, the red digits on the illuminated display of the clock showed that it was close to midnight.
Almost Christmas day. At least in Tokyo.
Judas joined Jun under the sheets, and vowed to make it a night to remember. Sex with bells on. Not literally as that would just be annoying after a while.
Jun eagerly pulled him closer and while Judas caressed his fingers against the young man’s waist, he felt a surge of desire. The guy was trembling. Judas’s fingers detected this gentle tremor and it felt almost like vibration. Was he nervous? He had no real reason to be and surely must have been used to being close to a stranger like this.
But the notion was a pleasing one.
The covers creased audibly, almost like a sigh, as Judas manoeuvred himself on top of Jun’s body. But when he felt his waist become surrounded in the snug embrace of Jun’s thighs, he dismissed any thoughts that the guy was apprehensive.
That gentle ripple across what seemed like every muscle, was pure need.
His refusal to continue with the blow-job was only because he was desperate for some cock.
Impatience was a virtue which Judas admired.
A small jar of cream sat next to the clock on the table beside the futon. Jun reached for it and made an attempt to pass it to Judas.
Judas got back out of bed. Jun parted his lips and his eyes widened but when Judas pulled a little packet from out of his coat pocket and gave it a reassuring rattle in Jun’s direction, his look of frustration was replaced by a smile.
Once the rubber was securely on, Judas got back to his former position on top of Jun and took the jar from him.
He hastily fumbled the lid off and covered his palm with some of the contents. After tossing the container to join the mess on the floor, he reached down and coated his erection.
Jun made the sweetest moan when the tip of Judas’s cock pressed against his entrance. His eyes closed and his head fell to the side when he was penetrated and Judas gazed down, totally overwhelmed by his beauty.
He’d considered before that the young man looked like an angel. But right now, the title didn’t do him justice. Jun’s moist lips parted to emit delicious groans and Judas leaned closer to kiss him.
He tasted each sound the young man uttered.
Savoured it in his mouth with such concentration that the experience of his cock being so deep within this tight embrace, was bizarrely taking second place to the kiss.
Jun rocked his hips in time with Judas’s thrusts. The movements of his slim hands, pressed tight against Judas’s back felt restless and welcoming. Each firm stroke of his fingers was taken by Judas as encouragement to slide deeper. Hit harder. Increase his pace.
Unlike before, when they were on the sofa, Jun made no protest. He seemed lost in his passion. Judas took panting breaths. He watched, with fascination, the reverberation of the impact of their bodies. Shivers travelled over every curve and crevice on Jun’s skin each time Judas’s hips hit against his body.
They gave a simultaneous groan when Judas’s cock brushed over just the right spot. Jun, clearly in response to the rush of pleasure this produced and Judas because of the reaction of Jun’s muscles. They clenched along the full length of his cock, to such a perfect degree that Judas felt imminently close to climax.
It shouldn’t matter if he came first. Not when he’d resolved to be the boss. But while appreciating Jun’s beauty, he’d completely forgot he was going to have to pay for the privilege later.
All he wanted now was to witness Jun when he hit his peak. Most people crept up the attractive ranks at this point. With someone so blessed in the looks department, the glorious transformation of his features during orgasm, was surely a sight to behold.
Judas carefully eased his hand between their bodies and firmed it around the hot skin of Jun’s cock. It jolted sharply to his touch. Judas slid his palm up and down the smoothness of the shaft until he felt the further swell against his fingers. Then came the prize. The hot splash of Jun’s cum as it lashed over the feverish skin of Judas’s chest.
Judas could only hold back long enough to thrust his cock, as deep into Jun as possible, before he came too. Wave, over seemingly endless orgasmic wave, travelled from his groin and through the rest his body. What felt like every drop of his fluid exploded from him. Judas gave into his own needs. The desire to keep on thrusting his hips back and forth until he had no more energy left to continue.
He finally slumped into Jun’s embrace and they lay locked together, their breaths ragged and filled with heat.
The heavenly scent of sex hung over them.
Jun sighed blissfully.
Judas eased from him. He removed the sheath from his cock, tied it in a knot, then not knowing what else to do with it, dropped it on the floor by the futon.
He lay exhausted by Jun’s side. The brief feeling of missing the touch of the young man’s skin vanished as Jun curled his body against Judas’s. He seemed to be preparing to sleep. No sign of the usual haste which prostitutes had, when they were eager to remove a client from their bed.
Judas stroked his fingers through Jun’s highlighted hair. Maybe he would stay tonight and not rush away. The bed was warm and no doubt the night was cold. Granted, not as frosty as Scotland would be. A thick carpet of snow would be covering the hills and glens by now. Judas cared little for his surroundings but even he had to grudgingly admit the sight was a pleasing one.
A hoar frost would coat every tree branch. A chance deer might saunter across the landscape, unafraid in the safety of the night, even though its reddish form would be highly visible against the stark white of the ground.
Was he becoming sentimental? Lying there, having just enjoyed some awesome sex with some hot guy and actually beginning to feel a little, what was that?
He glanced at the clock again.
It was well and truly Christmas.
Most years, he’d be sitting about by now, drinking with Vinny and maybe some of the others. Vinny was humorous at Christmastime. He really seemed to revel in the whole experience. He’d be the one trying to catch some unsuspecting guy under the mistletoe. Usually Judas. More than one year saw him sport a pair of novelty antlers. All of the traditions which Judas found either annoying or ludicrous, seemed to thrill the young half Italian.
More sentimental thoughts threatened to creep into his mind and in order to shake them, Judas stroked his hand down Jun’s arm as he softly kissed his hair.
He was in Tokyo and warm. Not freezing his tits off in a village in the arsehole of nowhere, shivering to the strains of, Oh Come All Ye Faithful. Sung with irreverent lyrics, cobbled together, but cleverly so, by Vinny.
How did it go?
Oh, come on me face fool…
The bawdy song, which echoed in Judas’s mind was interrupted as Jun lifted his head and looked into his eyes. “This…I always wonder. It was very nice.” He smiled.
Judas couldn’t really think what the young guy meant. He brushed his fingers down Jun’s cheek and smiled too. “Wonder about what, baby?”
Jun chuckled. “Baby?”
Judas laughed. He called just about everyone, baby. The name had slipped out automatically. Probably because he’d been thinking about Vinny. “What did you wonder about, Jun?”
Jun seemed to struggle to find the correct words. He stared at a spot on the wall, then smoothed his fingers though his hair and sat up a little more. “With a man? To be with a man?”
Once more Judas found his eyes caught hopelessly in a blink of surprise. Was Jun telling him that this had been his first time? Of course if that was true it cast doubt over all of Judas’s earlier assumptions about the guy. It was unlikely that he was hooker if he’d never had sex with a man before. This also made his choosing Judas as a partner rather a nice compliment. Judas tried not to look smug but was well aware that he probably failed and was lying there looking like Mr Conceit on International Arrogance Day. “So, I was your first?”
Jun nodded. He kissed Judas on the cheek then snuggled against him again.
Judas returned to stroking Jun’s hair, while he stared up at the reflection of the city lights. They illuminated spots at random on the ceiling. Danced almost like tree decorations.
First green. Then red. Some yellow, which almost looked gold.
He suppressed a laugh.
This very un-Christmassy Christmas was becoming more traditional by the minute.
The lights. The cracker. The angel. The virgin…
The fleeting, yet obligatory, smattering of disappointment.
The impatience and excitement.
He glanced down at the silvery white sheen which still covered his chest. Almost like a coating of frost?
No that was just taking things a little too far.
Judas allowed himself a small chuckle while he hugged Jun tighter. He’d call Vinny when it was properly morning. Wish the crazy wee fucker a merry Christmas.
Maybe it wasn’t such a pointless holiday after all.
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