A Brotherhood Christmas

By Michiru

Pietro Lance

OmigoshomigoshomigoshICan'tBelieveThisIsHappeningTo... oh... Pietro's

racing thoughts petered out into a happy buzz as Lance deepened the kiss. He moaned

softly and wrapped his arms around the older boy.

He opened his mouth to Lance's questing tongue, meeting it, licking at Lance's

lip. He teased playfully at Lance's lower lip, nipping lightly, and gently sucking on it.

He felt Lance's hands slide slowly down his back and down over his hips.

Shivers of anticipation and pleasure thrilled through his body, and he gasped.

He closed his eyes as Lance began to kiss down his throat, seeming to find

sensitive points with uncanny accuracy. He felt the slick wetness of Lance's tongue in

the hollow of his throat, while his hands squeezed Pietro's butt.

He slid his fingers into Lance's thick hair, and crawled into his lap. He could feel

Lance through their thin pajamas, hard, strong and ready to stake its claim. Pietro

moaned in greater anticipation, and ground his bottom into Lance's erection.

Lance moaned deep in his throat, and bit down on one of Pietro's pale pink

nipples. He felt Pietro shudder, and could feel the blonde's buttocks contract. He

targeted the sensitive nub, licking and nipping at it. Pietro threw his head back and

moaned softly, pushing his own erection into Lance's flat stomach.

Lance gave Pietro a sudden push, toppling him onto the bed. The bed protested

with a creak, and Pietro with a small cry.

"Lance, what... what did I do?" he whispered, watching his new lover get up.

"Nothing," Lance grinned, picking up the oil lamp. He walked back toward the

bed, grinning. "Problem is, it's dark. And I want to see."

Pietro blinked, then understanding dawned. He flushed scarlet, causing Lance to

chuckle.

"I was naked in the tub!"

"Oh, I know. I watched. But everything was below the rim, so I couldn't see

anything," he told Pietro softly, as he began to slowly inch the PJ bottoms down Pietro's

slim hips. "You're circumcised," he said in surprise a moment later.

"Of course I am," Pietro snickered. "I'm Jewish."

"You are?"

"Yep. Is that a problem?"

"Nope," Lance grinned, then ducked his head down and slid his tongue along

Pietro's stomach.

Pietro hissed in surprise. Every nerve was on fire, and Lance was fanning the

flames. His heart was racing even faster than normal. He closed his eyes and enjoyed

the rush.

Lance tried not to smile at Pietro's reactions. His first virgin. He wondered how

tight Pietro would be.

He slipped a bit lower, then slid his mouth around the head of Pietro's hard sex.

Pietro's eyes flew open, and his hands clutched at the thin blanket. "Omigod," he

gasped. He felt Lance push down, covering him with his hot, wet mouth. Lance's tongue

wrapped around the shaft as he slid up and down, taking Pietro as deep as he could.

Lance could feel Pietro's breath quicken as his back arched. He could feel that

Pietro was coming close to his climax. He slowly drew off, licking the droplets of liquid

that began to drip from the tip.

"Nonononononodon'tstopdon'tstop!" Pietro moaned helplessly.

"Sorry, Petey, that's all for that," Lance chuckled softly. "Time for more action."

He got to his feet, and slid his pajama bottoms down.

Pietro stared up at Lance's nude body. In the warm lamp light he had gentle

shadows over him, giving his a mysterious aura that was damned sexy.

"Fuck," he murmured, eyes straying down to Lance's very stiff, very ready

manhood. It was damned big.

"I plan to," Lance laughed. "Do you have any lubricant?"

"Oh, yeah. In my nightstand. Use it liberally," Pietro murmured nervously. It

was fucking huge.

"Roll over," Lance told him, grabbing the tube of jelly.

Pietro closed his eyes briefly, then rolled over. The scrape of the blanket over his

throbbing member made him moan.

"Don't you dare come," Lance teased. "C'mon, get up on your hands and knees."

"What?" Pietro gasped.

"Up. You want it, or not?" Lance swatted Pietro's tight little butt. It certainly

was well shaped.

"Damn," Pietro pulled himself up to his hand and knees.

Lance pushed Pietro's legs open a bit further, then squeezed lube onto his fingers.

He slid two fingers into Pietro's virgin opening. Fuck, it was tight!

Pietro hissed slightly, and clenched his muscles. It felt strange, it felt... "OH!"

Pietro exclaimed loudly as Lance's fingers probed. THAT felt GOOD! He grunted

softly, and began to move his hips back on Lance's hand. That... it felt... oh....

"Nuh, uh," Lance grinned, sitting up, removing his hand and giving his nice white

ass a slap. Pietro whined. "Don't worry, I'm gonna fill you in a moment. And with

something big and as eager as you are to have it."

"Less talk, more sex," Pietro whispered.

Lance laughed, and moved up behind Pietro. He smoothed a bit more lube on his

hard and hungry member, before taking himself in hand and positioning himself at

Pietro's puckered entrance.

Pietro closed his eyes. He knew it was going to hurt, but hopefully it would be

worth it.

Lance pushed himself into Pietro. He WAS tight! REALLY tight. His aching,

throbbing sex really like it. He slid in to his full length, feeling Pietro quiver beneath

him. This is what he wanted, and Lance was going to give him everything. Putting an

arm around Pietro's hips, he began to pull out, then push back in, plunging good and

deep. Pietro moaned loudly, head bowing forward.

Lance managed to hold back after a good ten thrusts before not being able to hold

back. He began to pistoning Pietro hard and fast, catching on to a good rhythm. It took

him a hazy moment to realize that Pietro was ramming back into him, making guttural

cries.

Pietro was in pure ecstasy. It had hurt like a bitch the first few pushes, though

with a vague pleasurey feel, until he moved back to meet with Lance's thrust. Then

something changed. Lance had unconsciously shifted position to make allowance for

Pietro's returning movement, and suddenly Lance's sex was grazing something inside

him that felt beyond vaguely good, it felt stupendous!

He began to push back against Lance, trying to get that feeling again, trying to get

Lance's huge dick in as far as it could. He was rewarded with every shove.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air, punctuated, by Lance's soft grunts,

and Pietro's cries.

"Harder, oh, damn it, harder," Pietro gasped out, slamming against Lance. The

feeling of being split by Lance's spear was better than he had ever imagined.

Lance heard Pietro's plea, and responded. He grabbed hold of either side of

Pietro's hips, spreading his butt cheeks as open as possible. He pulled himself so far out

that only the tip of the head was still inside that hot, tight hole before driving himself

back in right to the hilt.

Pietro exclaimed loudly at the violent motion, partly from the pain it cause, but

mostly from that white hot pleasure it gave. The mixture was rapture. His arms gave

way, and his head fell into the pillow. He put his hands up to the headboard to keep

from getting knocked in the head only a moment before realizing that this opened him up

further. "Hell, yeah," he moaned deeply, pushing back against Lance, feeling the older

boy deep inside. "Fuck me good and hard, Lance!"

Lance put one arm around Pietro's waist, the other arm he reached between

Pietro's legs. He grabbed Pietro's throbbing sex, and began to jerk him off, almost as

violently as his thrusts within the smaller boy's body were. He was close, really close...

He wanted Pietro to come first...

Pietro buried his face in the pillow to stifle the cries that involuntarily came from

his lips. "Oh, fuck, oh, yes, yes! YES!"

That... feeling... it felt so... good...

Lance's jammed himself up into Pietro again, and again, finding the other boy

seemed to like it better like that.

Lance was hitting THAT spot every time, now. And it was feeling better and

better and...

Something tight inside of Pietro suddenly let loose. The same feeling of Lance

hitting THAT spot flowed through his entire body at once. His body went into brutal

spasms, and his muscles around Lance contracted fiercely. He screamed an inarticulate

cry into the pillow as he ejaculated over Lance's hand and the bedspread.

"Ohhh, yeah," Lance felt Pietro's climax. A moment later Pietro's strong muscles

that were wrapped around his engorged sex tightened almost painfully. It was enough to

bring him over the edge, and he orgasmed, spilling his hot milk inside of Pietro.

He gave a couple more shoves inside him, feeling his seed make everything more

slick. He felt Pietro shudder again in a lesser climax, before the blonde collapsed under him.

Pietro panted, his entire body, inside and out, tingling.

"Well?" Lance asked, gasping for breath.

"Fuck, that was good," Pietro managed.

"As good as you hoped?"

"Better than I could have ever thought. Damn, I'm squishy inside," he chuckled

throatily.

"Good. It'll help in a few minutes, when I fuck you again."

"Again?" Pietro yelped.

"Yup," Lance grinned, nibbling at Pietro's neck. "I'm in my sexual peak, Pietro.

Besides, your screaming didn't bring the others up to find out what's going on. I want

them to hear you this time."

"Lance!" Pietro's face burned. And he wasn't sure if he was embarrassed for

what he said, or that he WANTED Lance to do it again.

Lance kissed him, hard and with a promise of what was about to happen. He

pushed Pietro onto his back, and slid his still-wet hand over his flat belly. Pietro bit his

lip and moaned. "Again?" he whispered.

"Yes, I want you again. Once wasn't enough." He slid his hand along Pietro's

leg, stroking gently. He wanted to keep Pietro wound up, but not so wound that the

moment he entered him he'd come.

Pietro licked his lips, feeling flutters in the pit of his stomach. He flashed back to

heat, sweat, that hardness... "Yeah. Again," he whispered in agreement.

Lance smile was almost feral. He slid his hand under Pietro's white thigh and

began to pull his leg up.

Pietro felt his leg guided upward, and over Lance's shoulder, followed by his

other leg. Pietro felt very vulnerable and exposed in the position he was suddenly in.

Lance covered the rest of him with his own hard body, and kissed him deeply.

Pietro wrapped arms around Lance, glad his body was flexible enough to fold

almost in half. He felt Lance's already hard shaft rubbing at him, and understanding

hit him. This was how he was going to do him a second time! Face to face!

"Lance," he murmured, eyes slightly glazed. "I'm ready. In."

"When I'm ready," Lance chuckled, kissing up to Pietro's ear.

"You're ready, Shove it in hard. I want it. I want you!" he moaned.

Lance laughed, then pushed his way into Pietro with a small grunt.

"Hell, yes!" Pietro cried out passionately.

Lance sat up and stretched. He was a bit sore from the second almost brutal

session with Pietro, and definitely was glad that he didn't have Pietro's butt.

"Ow," Pietro laughed.

"I'm surprised someone DIDN'T hear you that time. You were yelling so loud

that I'd've thought the X-Geeks would have been calling to see what was up."

Pietro grinned. "It was great," he sat up, wincing slightly.

"Glad you liked it. Have I created a nympho?" Lance grinned, getting off the bed.

"Yep," Pietro walked about the room, slowly at first.

"Hurt?"

"Hell, yeah. But it was awesome, Lance. Thanks."

"We'd better get downstairs. The other's'll be up in a minute for sure."

"It's midnight. Merry Christmas, Lance."

Lance put a hand behind Pietro's head and pulled him in for a kiss. "Merry

Christmas, Pietro."