“Oh, trust me,” he hums, tracing the lines of my bare chest, “I have a very special gift for you this Christmas, Daddy.”

A growl rumbles from me into him, my dick firming up nice, as I press it into his. “I love the sound of that, sweet boy.”

The excitement on his face lights him up, and he inches in, kissing my neck and throat, I think so that he can distract his mouth from accidentally blurting out the surprise he’s holding.

Jesse loves Christmas. It’s definitely his favorite holiday. I mean, he loves all holidays. He’ll find any excuse to decorate and cook elaborate meals, baking up even more complex desserts. Every holiday is celebrated in our house, but Christmas is a special one. Even more so now, because it is our anniversary.

The anniversary of when we crossed a line separating the two very different sides of our family. Father and son, to partners… Sexual, and otherwise.

It’s a line I never could have anticipated crossing with him before. But now, I can’t even imagine not having tumbled over it.

Who knew him accidentally sucking my dick in his sleep would be the best thing that ever happened to either of us?

“Why are you making so many of these gingerbread dongs, baby?” I ask, while palming his taut, plump ass.

“I was going to bring some to Blake and Kenneth,” he tells me, still running his lips over the mound of my throat while it dips with my gulp. “You know, that couple we met the other day at the beach?”

My muscles are instantly tight. Yes, I remember the couple we met. I also happen to remember the way they were checking him out, subtly flirting with my partner, who’s too sweet to even notice such things.

Jesse was just chatting with them, the way he does. Sort of innocently, answering their questions and being polite, while I was standing there, glaring behind my sunglasses. To be fair, it’s not like they were actually hitting on Jesse in front of me… In fact, it seemed like they were sort of trying to flirt with both of us. Maybe part of their holiday vacation in St. Barth is finding another couple to fool around with… And Jesse and I became their prime target.

Jesse didn’t pick up on it, apparently. He just thought they were being nice. And now he’s baking them cookies… Because he’s literally too sweet for real life.

I must be tenser than I thought, because Jesse pulls back and peers up at me.

“Is that really necessary?” I grumble to him.

His forehead lines. “Why not?? It’s a nice thing to do.”

“Do you have to be nice to strangers?”