Christmas Wishes ***NSFW***

I am still squabbling with this migraine, although it's not as bad today. I hope y'all enjoy the short, and thank you for your patience. I'll be sending out prizes via email on Monday :D

Copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford

Christmas Wishes

So, they think they’re actually going to get to sleep in on Christmas morning, hm? What kind of crazy are my men? Will stood at the foot of the bed and watched Troy and Carlos, their chests rising steadily as they slept.

It was almost five in the morning. Maybe he should let them sleep, after all. It’d be a Christmas present from him, to them. Will pursed his lips. But would they prefer sleep to blowjobs? Normally, he’d be inclined to say no, but it’d been a rough few months, and everyone at the ranch was tired and crabbier than they should be around Christmas.

A winter storm had finally hit and the damage had been spectacular, with entirely too much of the west fence being taken out in an avalanche. They’d lost cattle, too many of them between that and the virus that had sickened the herd that had been in the south pasture. Then there’d been the miscarriages and calves born only to die hours or days later—it’d just been the worst year yet for the livestock, and therefore those working with them.

Not that the MG was in danger of biting it. People were just…snappy and snarky and mad.

And tired. Will sighed and tapped his foot quietly on the carpet. He glared down at his erection. Despite him being well into his thirties, he was still just as horny as he’d been in his younger days…maybe even more so. It was hard not to be, well, hard around to studs like his.

He eyed his lovers again. Troy had bulked up even more over the past few months, and Carlos—Will felt a small spurt of panic. When had Carlos’ hair turned more salt than pepper? The temples in particular were solid white now. Will bit his lip and tried not to think about the age difference between him and Carlos.

Will rubbed his chest, trying to work out the ache that came when the logical part of his brain tried to kick in regarding Carlos’ age. There was no good to come of dwelling on the fact that Carlos had a little over twenty years on him. None at all. Will had long ago decided to live each day to its fullest with his guys, and that wasn’t going to change today.

Which meant…

He crept over to the bed and took a hold of the blanket and sheet. Slowly, he began to peel it back. The light from the bathroom illuminated the room enough that he could see how handsome Troy and Carlos were, how perfect. Troy, with his thick muscled form, and Carlos, leaner, tougher-looking, a survivor to the core. While Troy looked younger and softer in his sleep, even with his muscles, Carlos retained his gruffness, and Will wanted to eat both men right up.

He’d start with Carlos since he was right there at the edge of the bed, one long leg bent, the other straight. His soft cock was still fat and gorgeous, resting in the dense thatch of white and black pubes. Will’s mouth watered as he looked his fill. Carlos’ balls were low-hangers, and Will was kind of addicted to them.

Addicted. He covered his mouth to hold in a snicker. Carlos grunted and rolled fully onto his back. When he rolled, Troy moved as well, one arm coming to rest over Carlos’ chest.

Carlos made a happy, humming sound, and his cock began to thicken.

Will bent right over and sucked on the tip, palming Carlos’ balls at the same time. There was nothing quite like warm, soft dick against the palate, Will mused as he suckled. He loved feeling it grow thicker, fatter, harder, pushing into his mouth as it rapidly increased in size.

Carlos parted his legs and grunted again as he thrust. One big hand came down on the back of Will’s head, holding him there—as if he was going to run off! Will crawled onto the bed, right between Carlos’ legs so he could stop hunching over. He weighed those hefty balls in his hands as he took Carlos’ cock into his throat.

The bed shook and the springs squeaked, then Carlos and Will were both moving, Troy tugging them over away from the edge of the bed. Carlos was damned lucky Will was so talented at sucking dick, otherwise he might have gotten hurt while Troy repositioned them.

Carlos moved his other hand to Will’s jaw, then he started guiding, tugging, pushing, fucking his thick shaft into Will’s mouth slowly, taking control of his blowjob.

Will shivered, and a second later, there were hands on his ass, Troy parting his cheeks, the wet, warm glide of a tongue right over Will’s hole. It made him moan around Carlos’ cock, made his eyes roll back a little as breathing became harder to do. Pleasure spiked up from his ass to his balls and cock, making beelines for his nipples. Will would have played with them, but he was busy, one hand buried in Carlos’ bush, giving those hairs a gentle tug now and then, the other rolling and working Carlos’ balls.

Troy reached around and pinched Will’s left nipple, hard. It wasn’t a sting but a jolt of pain that fired back down to his groin.

Will opened his eyes and arched his ass. He parted his legs like the eager slut that he was. If he got lucky—luckier—then maybe Troy or Carlos would whisper dirty shit in his ear.

Another sharp pinch, then a slap on his ass, and Will’s dick pulsed, dribbling pre-cum onto the bedding.

“Nice,” Troy muttered. He slapped Will’s ass again. “Next one’s gonna be harder,” he warned.

Will stopped sucking Carlos’ dick, and buried his face alongside of is instead, nuzzling, sniffing, rubbing that fat cock against his lips and cheek.

“Yeah, honey,” Troy purred before swatting Will’s butt three times in quick succession.

Will almost came on the spot with that last spank, heat flaring out to both cheeks since had Troy caught him good with those swats. Will licked up the length of Carlos’ cock.

“Open up and suck it,” Carlos ordered, pressing against the back of Will’s head.

God, Will loved it when his men got toppy with him…which they always did, but sometimes they were toppier than others, like now, when Carlos wasn’t waiting for Will to move, was just pushing and slapping his cockhead against Will’s lips.

“Open up,” Carlos said again.

Troy popped him on the ass. “Someone’s wanting it rougher than usual, ain’t ya?”

Will wiggled his butt at Troy. “Of course.”

“He’s still able to talk,” Carlos observed. “We gotta get on that.”

“I—mmph!” Will had opened his mouth to answer, and gotten it stuffed full of dick instead. He’d at least managed to roll his lips over his teeth before he was getting face-fucked, giving up all control to Carlos, who still kept it slow and steady with his thrusts.

“Suck it harder,” Carlos rumbled, snapping his hips with more force, pushing his tip into Will’s throat. “Come on, baby, and give me everything you got.”

Will did, relaxing his throat muscles, letting Carlos guide his head, the depth of the penetration—everything.

Troy rubbed his fingers over Will’s asshole faster and faster, heat and friction building there. Then Troy tapped it before pouring lube right onto it. Will’s skin was hot and sensitized, and he yelped in surprise even as Carlos began to increase the speed of his thrusts.

“Too much?” Troy asked, his fingers right back there, spreading that lube around.

“Mm-mmph,” was the best Will could manage. He was in horn-dog heaven, and he arched his back even more, spreading his cheeks as much as he could without actually reaching back to do so.

Troy pushed a couple of fingers into his hole without hesitation, driving them in deep and hard.

Will gave up trying to think, and just felt. His mouth and throat were being used perfectly, Carlos not choking him, just making Will feel. Troy murmured something Will couldn’t understand, then the stretch around Will’s hole was greater, Troy pushing more fingers in, twisting, turning, driving Will crazy with so much sensation, so much pleasure that Will was going to break apart from it.

Then Troy reached that spot inside of him, and Will mewled, warm arousal flaring into a burning need to come.

Carlos fisted both hands in Will’s hair. “Hold on, baby,” he warned, then he began moving faster, and Troy pulled his fingers out, slammed his big cock in, and Will…Will lost himself in the fucking, gave all control to his men as they took and gave, took and gave, hips slapping against his ass, hands all over him, his lips stretched wide and the wet sounds of Carlos’ dick sliding in and out.

Troy bent over him, and Carlos arched. Will was covered all over, and someone grabbed his dick, stroked, squeezed, while his left nipple was pinched again.

Will shattered. He came apart and splintered into a million pieces of ecstasy, all feeling and no substance, just so much pleasure he couldn’t have been anything else.

He was dimly aware of Troy hammering into his ass, of grunts and groans and curses, hot cum inside of him dripping down his chin, down his thighs. He might have slept, or he might have passed out. Will was pretty sure he lost at least a few minutes, because he’d been sucking Carlos’ cock and getting the stuffing fucked out of both ends, and now he was on his back, blurry-eyed, cuddled between Carlos and Troy.

And he hurt in the best way, his ass letting him know he’d had it good and hard, his lips chapped and jaw aching.

“Gorgeous fucker,” Carlos muttered before kissing Will, licking into him, then sucking on his lips until Will whimpered, need threatening to build again.

“You’re gonna get him hard again.” Troy didn’t sound like that was a bad thing. In fact, he reached down and started playing with Will’s dick. “All these years together, and you can still get hard quicker’n anyone I’ve ever known.”

Will was tempted to tease him about how many guys Troy had to compare him with. Instead, he just let his men love on him some more, and by the time they finally got up for breakfast, Drake and Ian had already fed everyone else. Not that anyone had left the table. Nope, when Will walked in with Troy and Carlos, Drake smirked—along with most everyone else—and started doing the slow-clap thing.

“Y’all could have just woke me up with a knock on the door instead of the banging of the headboard,” Drake teased.

Ian swallowed his coffee. “It’s not as if they haven’t woken us up with sex noises before.”

“Well, I’ve heard you two more’n once when someone didn’t close your window all the way,” Salt announced, and his dusky blush attested to the truth of that. “Andy about keeled over in shock.”

Andy, Salt’s husband, laughed and ducked his head. “Well, not shock, exactly. The, er, there were some surprising sounds, is all.”

Barney had been smiling, but he frowned at that. “Surprising like what?”

Ramsey patted Barney’s shoulder. “Hon, I don’t think you want to really know what goes on behind their closed doors, do you?”

Barney shook his head. “No, I mean, I thought maybe there was like a goat involved. I was worried for the livestock.”

“Oh my God!” Frankie shrieked. “Barney made a tacky dirty joke! The apocalypse is nigh!”

That set off a round of laughter.

Ian stood up and pointed at Barney, then Frankie. “Y’all remember this when you start getting tickets every time you go a mile over the speed limit.”

“Abuse of power!” Barney called out to him as Ian strode to the sink. “Bad cop!”

Ian flipped him off.

Will loved his ranch family. They meant the world to him, and it amazed him how much everyone had grown. “Jody and them at Aunt Gertie’s?”

“Yeah,” Hector answered. “He said they’d be back this evening. Joaquin and Seb went on out to start on the chores. Dan just left to help ‘em, so if y’all will excuse me…”

Will listened to the banter around the table, and joined in in between bites of biscuits and sausage. His home was so real, so full of love and family and friends. He’d once never believed he’d have anything like it, but now he did, and it was about to get even better in a few weeks.

****

Or less. 

Holy shit! Will wrung his hands as Carlos paced and Troy chewed on his thumbnail.

“Cut that out,” Carlos said, gently tugging Troy’s thumb away from his mouth. “That’s a bad habit, stud.”

“I’m nervous,” Troy admitted. Then he laughed. “I mean, I know we all are, but if I start pacing with you, we’ll end up in a hell of a mess. This waiting room is too small for that.”

Will stood up and stretched. “It is small, but so is the hospital. Why haven’t we been allowed to see them yet?”

“Maybe ‘cause they’re a couple weeks early?” Carlos guessed. “I don’t know.”

Will went back to wringing his hands. “You don’t think the surrogate backed out, do you?”

“No,” Troy and Carlos said together. “She had impeccable references. You met her. She was sincere in wanting to help us, and we aren’t the first people she’s done this for.”

“But she didn’t want to see us after the babies were born, which I got then when we agreed, but now…I’m getting paranoid.” Will bit his bottom lip. “What if she did change her mind?”

“She didn’t,” Carlos said more firmly. “She was talking about how she had two more families to help make before she stopped being a surrogate. She ain’t changing her mind now.”

Will couldn’t stand waiting much longer. “Then the babies—“

“Are fine,” Troy cut in with. “They’re ours, and we’re gonna raise ‘em and love ‘em no matter what.”

Will nodded. “Yeah, yeah we will. I’m just—God, I wish the doctor would hurry up and tell us something!”

“Did someone just request my presence?”

Will gasped as Carlos and Troy turned to face Dr. Everly, who smiled at them all.

“Gentlemen, your little girls are checked out and ready to meet their daddies.” Dr. Everly’s blue eyes shined as she held up one hand at them. “Both girls are fine now. The second girl had a lower APGAR score, but that’s not abnormal with twins, neither is them coming early, but you all knew that was a likelihood. Marla is doing fine and asked me to convey her wishes for long, happy lives for you and the girls. She will be here overnight, then I won’t see her for another year or so, until she does this again.”

Marla had been a godsend, and it’d been her who’d recommended Dr. Everly. Everly hadn’t a judgmental bone in her body when it came to them being a triad, which was a great relief to Carlos, Will and Troy. They hadn’t needed to pretend to be a couple and a close friend.

“Now, since Marla is having nothing to do with breast feeding, I’ve got a room for you as we discussed. You can set up there and be with your girls.” Dr. Everly stepped out of the doorway. “I know you said you had names picked out already, but you weren’t sure who would be whom. Get ready to decide. Follow me.”

Will was going to burst with love. He bounced more than walked and he squealed as he hugged his men. “Our girls!” And they’d look like Carlos, he hoped. He and Troy had outvoted Carlos and wanted their first child or children to come from him; the next one (or two, or more, depending on how the insemination went) would be from Troy and the surrogate, then Will would contribute but all the babies, all their children together, were simply going to be theirs.

“How you feeling, Dad?” Will asked of Carlos, who was going to get that moniker.

“Nervous,” Carlos admitted.

Will got that. Carlos hadn’t had a good childhood, and he hadn’t been around babies much. “Yeah, me too. Papa?”

Troy’s shaky exhalation spoke of his nerves. “Like this is the most important thing in our lives.”

Will nodded. “We aren’t going to be bad parents.”

“No, we aren’t,” Troy agreed, then winked at him. “Daddy. Wow that’s weird to call you, but yeah.”

Will was so happy, it almost stomped out all the scared, but he was scared, because kids changed everything, and he wanted to keep his men happy and extend their family and—

“Hey.” Carlos stopped him, tugging Will right up to him.

Will blinked up into Carlos’ dark eyes.

“Stop worrying if it’s about us. You, me, Troy, nothing’s ever breaking us apart.” Carlos kissed him then, a fierce, brief claim that made Will shiver.

“Carlos is right,” Troy agreed. “Now, look.”

Will turned just as two nurses walked out of the nursery holding the babies. Both swaddled in pink and blue striped white blankets, with matching little hats on their heads, the girls were tiny.

“Are they too small?” Will asked as the first nurse reached them.

She smiled and shook her head. “Oh, no, not at all. This one was born first, and she’s a solid six pounds, ten ounces, twenty inches long. Good lungs, too.” She held the baby out.

Will nudged Carlos, who looked awe-struck and already in love with the girls.

Carlos gulped as he reached out, then cradled the baby in his arms. “Emma,” he whispered, and tears leaked from his eyes. “Emma Jean.” He blinked rapidly. “You are perfect, baby girl, just like your sister.”

Will wasn’t able to keep back tears as he watched the tender moment between Carlos and their firstborn. Will wanted to hold both babies, but this was big, it was huge, and he wanted this gift for his loves, so when the second nurse came forward, Will tipped his head toward Troy.

“Are—“ Troy stopped talking the instant their second child was held up. He took her gently into his arms. “Oh…oh my…I-I— Sarah Jane, I--“ Troy broke off on a stuttered breath.

From there, it was a mess of crying and laughing, and joy unlike anything Will had ever known. He got to hold both baby girls, got to feed them and change diapers and burp them.

And he watched the men he loved dote and turn to total saps over their babies, just like Will did himself.

“I didn’t know they could melt you like this,” he mused, worn out a dozen hours later, but so happy he didn’t care. “So much love, guys.”

Carlos nodded along with Troy. “Yeah, so much, and these baby girls will always know they’re loved,” Carlos vowed. “We ain’t parenting like our folks did.”

“No shit,” Will muttered. “We’re good people.”

“We are,” Troy agreed just as someone tapped at the door.

Then the visits started, and Will’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much, his heart ached with love that kept growing by the minute, and he knew, without a doubt, that his family was going to be one to brag on.

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