With the Big Day looming in the horizon, the city was bustling with activity: people running up and down the avenues, cars filling the streets, honking non-stop, and shops flooding with desperate customers. Everything was beautiful, yes, every last corner adorned with twinkling lights, but the rush and desperation of last minute shopping was the only thing on people's minds. Welcome to Christmas Eve.

Bundled up in a warm coat, Brady hurried through the crowded streets, a determined expression on his face. He had decided --literally, minutes ago-- that it didn't matter if he and Andy had started dating only two weeks ago, he was going to buy him a Christmas present. So now, here he was: buying presents last minute, like a fool.

Frustration gnawed at Brady as he entered a bustling department store, the shelves picked over by vultures --aka last-minute shoppers. Brady stared at the image before him, completely overwhelmed: rows of perfumes, accessories, and trinkets. The pressure was starting to weigh on him.

Just as he was about to give in to the holiday chaos, a familiar voice called out from across the store. "Brady! Over here!" A few feet away, Cowboy was waving at him wearing a big yellow jacket.

"Cowboy! You are a lifesaver, I swear!" Brady made his way through the crowd. "Thank you for coming, I need your help."

"Gift-buying distress?" Cowboy gave him a mischievous grin. "I thought so. Well, lucky for you I happen to be a last-minute shopping pro. What are you looking for?"

Brady sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need something special for Andy. Yes, yes, I know what you are going to say, and yes, you were right, it doesn't matter how one meets someone, only how you feel. Well, I really am trying to make things work but yeah, pretty much you were right." Brady took in a deep breath. "You were going to say that?"

Cowboy stared at Brady for several seconds before rolling his eyes with a big smile. "Perhaps, but it looks like you already said it all," he chuckled a bit. "So, this special thing you want to buy Andy... how special does it need to be?"

"Eh..." Brady was left blank for several seconds. "I need something, something that says Hey, I am starting to like you, and I put tons of thought into this gift that is totally not a last minute idea."

"Wow, thank god you are not asking for much," Cowboy raised an eyebrow. "Let's not overcomplicate it. What's Andy into?"

"Pokemon, churros..." Brady was counting with his fingers. "He loves reading. Maybe a book?"

"Perfect! That will work," Cowboy turned around and started running in the opposite direction. "Follow me!"

They navigated through the crowded aisles, and while Brady bumped into every other person, Cowboy was able to dodge all of them with ease. As they approached the bookstore section, the warm aroma of coffee surrounded them.

Brady opened his eyes wide open at the amount of people picking at the shelves, a bit uneasy for the sight. Cowboy, however, seemed right at home. "What's Andy's favorite author?"

"Jane Austen," Brady replied immediately.

Cowboy nodded and instead of diving in towards the sea of people to look for a gift, he went straight towards an employee, whispering something in his ear. A second later, the employee vanished.

"Wait!" Brady placed a hand on Cowboy's shoulder. "I don't think buying a Jane Austen book is a good idea, I mean he does love her but I bet he already owns a copy of all of her books."

Cowboy chucked. "Oh, Brady, my dear padawan... the cool thing about gifting books isn't to find something new that people want to read. Of course everyone would love it if you could magically pick something they'd enjoy... but good luck finding something like that. The safer and far more likely bet to make is this..." and in that moment, the employee returned, presenting Cowboy with a book. "A book he already loves but a limited, hard cover, collector's item, with hand drawn pictures, edition. I bet your sweet naked, sexy ginger gay body that Andy will fucking love this."

Taking the book in his hands, Brady looked at the cover. The golden touches, the attention to detail, the beauty of that volume was really something to admire. "This is... fuck, this is perfect!" Brady planted a kiss on Cowboy's cheek. "You are a Christmas savior."

Cowboy winked, satisfied. "No problem, amigo. Now you go pay for this, and I will go wrap it, no time to lose."

As Brady looked for the employee to pay, he saw Cowboy's smile as he walked away. It was cocky and full of himself but he did just save him so Brady let it go. The limited edition was expensive but not as much as Brady thought it would be. When he got the receipt, it took him a few minutes to find Cowboy again.

"Here," the golden haired boy gave Brady the book covered in wrapped paper full of mistletoes and candy cane pictures over a green background. "Make your kid happy."

"Seriously," Brady took the gift in his hands. "I owe you big time."

Cowboy clapped him on the back. "Well see later how you'll repay me the favor but for now, go ahead and make Andy's Christmas one he won't forget."

"Don't worry," Brady passed a hand through his red hair. "He and I already have plans to make that happen."

***

The night air was unforgivable, as cold as it could get. As the clocked ticked closer to midnight on Christmas Eve, Brady was bundled in a big, thick jacket, mounted on his bike, as he watched Andy's house.

Slowly, one of the windows on the ground floor opened. Then, a pair of shoes appeared, a hand placing them on the window's stool --Andy said he would take them off so as not to make noise. Quietly, Andy appeared behind, crossing the window as fast but as silently as he could until his socked feet touched the street and the boy was out.

Brady was ready on the bike. He watched as Andy put on his shoes and closed the window behind him before hurriedly walking towards Brady.

"Come on!" Brady made the bike rumble.

Andy just stood there, his mouth open. "But... aren't motorcycles dangerous? I am not old enough to..."

"I know!" Brady cut him. "But right now we don't have many options. Look, the streets are almost empty at this hour plus, I don't live far away. I promise you I will go slow just... hop on before your parents hear us."

Andy pressed his lips, and grunted before hopping on the bike behind Brady, immediately hugging him and closing his eyes. Like he promised, Brady rode away slowly but surely, leaving Andy's house behind. When they turned the corner, all the lights were still off.

Neither of them said a thing as they went through the streets. Actually, they weren't that empty but Brady tried to avoid avenues, sticking to small streets. A few minutes later, Brady parked his bike outside The Little Café.

"Hey, we're here," he whispered.

Hugging him tightly, behind him, Andy had his head between his shoulders and his eyes completely closed, almost as if trying to disappear. Little by little, Andy raised his head and opened his eyes. "We're here?" He asked before getting off the bike in a second. "That was horrible. How can you ride that everyday?"

"You'll get it when you are older," Brady rolled his eyes. "But we are here, welcome to my humble home."

"You live at a coffee shop?"

"Not at," Brady pointed with his arm at the set of wooden stairs beside the building. "Above. My family has a coffee shop, The Little Café. Haven't I told you that before, feels like I have."

"Maybe," Andy conceded. "But keep telling me."

"Well, it was originally my grandma's. She bought it after my grandpa died, I never met him, it happened when my dad was just a child so he doesn't remember him much either," Brady told Andy as they went up the wooden stairs. "She practically raised my dad here. I... have only seen her a couple of times. At some point when dad was in highschool she moved. I don't know why, but she moved. I think she ran a camp for some time or something. She rarely comes by, it's been years since I last saw her. But now my dad and mom run it."

"A bit odd those things about your grandma," Andy whispered, his voice barely audible above the wind. "But it seems nice that your parents are still running the place. I am not that big fan of coffee, but I love coffee shops, great place to read."

"It is. But what can I say, family business," Brady grinned as he unlocked the door to his one-bedroom apartment. Inside, he motioned for Andy to follow. "Welcome to humble abode."

Andy took in the inviting atmosphere, almost immediately he took off his scarf and started unbuttoning his jacket. For a second he didn't say a thing, his eyes lingering on the mismatched furniture, the unmade bed, the desk full of papers, and the worn-in rug.

"I know, I'm a bit messy but I..."

"I love it," Andy cut him, almost without realizing. "This place is so... you."

"Yeah, it's got that woodsy, coffee shop vibe. Although, it is a little cold this time of the year," Brady added as he saw the young boy trembling a bit. So, he moved towards the bed and sat on it. He took off his shoes before gesturing to Andy to go join him. "Come, let me warm you up a bit."

Andy immediately lowered his head and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Then, with small, careful steps Andy moved closer, bit by bit until he reached the edge of the bed and took off his shoes.

Brady opened his arms, inviting the young boy who leaned against the college boy's chest. Then, Brady surrounded Andy with his arms, trapping him in a comforting, warm hug.

They stayed for a moment like that, calmly enjoying the cozy position. Brady could feel the warmth emanating from Andy's body, he could feel his body moving as his heart beated, his chest going up and down as he breathed. It was peaceful, it was quiet, and it was perfect. Brady could've fallen asleep had he not been excited for having that cute fourteen year old in his arms. The college boy inhaled fire, and exhaled desire.

"When I invited you... I wasn't sure you'd come," Brady suddenly confessed. He didn't remember thinking that, only that the words suddenly came out of his mouth. "But I am very glad you did."

"Yeah..." Andy's voice was soft, nothing but a murmur. "I know it upsets you a bit that I'm a bit afraid of my parents, and that I can't talk to them freely. And when you said I could sneak out... sorry for being so difficult. I just get nervous."

Brady sighed.

Ever since that day at the cinema, Brady wanted nothing but to see Andy again and, at least according to his texts, Andy couldn't wait to see Brady either. That is why it was a little bit strange when Andy started rejecting every invitation Brady gave him to see each other again. Go out for dinner? Andy said his parents wouldn't let him. Meeting for an hour to grab a cup of coffee? Andy said they wouldn't let him do that either. Go out caroling again like last time? Andy said he was afraid to ask for that because they might get suspicious. What about saying he had to go present-shopping and Brady could casually join? Andy said it couldn't be done because he had already bought all his gifts.

"So?" Brady had asked in a phone call. "I mean, you can always say you forgot to buy one."

"No, my parents would know I'm lying, I get nervous too easily."

"But it wouldn't be a lie, you could actually buy them one more gift," Brady insisted.

"No, they would know something is up," Andy insisted as well.

"My god, well are they police officers or just your parents?" Brady blurted out.

"No, they are strict," Andy replied, his voice low and timid. "Well, just a bit, they are really relaxed with me, actually, and they are always telling me to make new friends..."

"What? Then just tell them I am a new friend you met while caroling!"

"No, I... I don't know how to tell them that," Andy's voice trembled.

And right then and there is when Brady understood the real problem: Andy was afraid. Simple as that, it wasn't that his parents were terrible people, or just strict or packed with rules, the problem was that Andy was timid, shy, and quiet not only with him but clearly also with his parents. And Brady would've left it there, if the kid said he couldn't go out --whatever the reason-- then a no was a no. Yet...

"It's okay, I understand, we can see each other another day..." Brady always said, yeah, a bit disappointed but also trying to be understanding. "I can wait."

"But I really want to see you!" Andy blurted.

"But you said your parents won't let you so... we have to wait," Brady reminded him.

"I know but there must be a way, I can tell them something so they let me out..."

"You just said you don't like to lie to them!" Brady was getting frustrated.

"I know! I don't but I also want to see you."

"Me too," Brady replied. "But you are the one saying you can't. I am willing to see you, I can make the time."

"I know but... maybe I can go gift shopping like you say and buy them another present," Andy's voice distorted over the phone. "But... I don't have money. Can you buy the gift for me?"

"What?" Brady blinked several times, unsure if he had heard right. "You want me to buy your parents a present so you can tell them it was you? Dude, I'm not your sugar daddy or whatever. If you can't right now it's okay, I can wait. I'm not even insisting anymore. Besides, don't you have money from mowing lawns, or delivering newspapers or something?"

"I don't like doing that..." even though Brady couldn't see Andy, he could tell the young boy was getting annoyed. "I hate it."

"What? Earning money? Working?" Brady was also losing his patience. "You are a kid, you don't have to work, but there's nothing wrong in doing some work for extra cash. I used to deliver newspapers when I was twelve."

"You maybe, but I don't like it," Andy persisted. "Why can't you just buy the gift for me?"

"I already told you," Brady closed his eyes, his free hand pressing hard against his forehead. "I'm not your sugar daddy. Andy, if you can't go out, then you can't, okay? End of story. You say there is now way, then okay, there's no way. I can wait."

"But I want to see you!" Andy repeated.

Brady rolled his eyes. That dance had gone on for a while, and it hadn't dawned on the college boy as clearly as it did in that moment that Andy was, of course, just a kid. Yeah, fourteen and all, but clearly just a kid. Yet, Cowboy's words rang true: as long as the pros were better than the cons... that's when Brady jokingly asked Andy if he wanted to sneak out. To his surprise, Andy said yes.

So now they were there, sitting on Brady's bed as the college boy held the young kid in his arms, hugging him tight. Andy's head resting softly over Brady's chest. It wasn't perfect, neither of them were, but it didn't matter because they were willing to live through the discussions and bad times if that meant they could be like that at the end of the day: cozy, warm, holding each other tight.

A minute may have gone by, maybe two, maybe ten, neither of them knew.

"Hey," Andy finally whispered, turning his face towards Brady's, looking up at him until their noses were but a few inches apart. "Merry Christmas," he whispered.

Brady slowly opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow before turning towards the clock on the nightstand that read 12:01. Andy was right, it was officially Christmas. "Merry Christmas," he whispered back.

Andy simply smiled, leaning forward with a delicate, slow motion until his lips rested on top of Brady's. He kept them there for a second, savoring the moment, allowing not only his lips but his entire body to feel every sensation: the subtle traces of anticipation, the electrifying currents of thrill, and the unmistakable fire of lust burning in him.

They started moving his lips, only a bit at first but faster and faster with every second. It was Andy who slightly took out his tongue, Brady welcomed it in with his own. They made out, their mouths, tongues, and lips creating a full orchestra of slurping, wet sounds that echoed through the room.

The young boy was pushing his body against the college boy's own, his hand resting on his cheeks, pressing him against the pillows resting on the wall. They rolled over on the bed until Andy landed on top. Their mouths never parted, the wetness, the urge, the desire roared as powerful as ever.

And then, Andy stopped for a second and, still on top of Brady, sat up and took a hold of his t-shirt before lifting it above his head.

"Are you sure?" Brady looked at the young boy in the eyes. "We don't have to if you don't want to, we can wait, we..."

"I'm sure," Andy cut him off, speaking not only loudly but firmly for the first time since Brady had met him. "I want this."

Brady grinned softly, warmly, before recalling how the young boy at Santa Fe park a few nights ago when he and Brady shared their first kiss, when Brady gave Andy his very first kiss, when he taught him how to kiss. It was hard to picture that had happened but a few nights ago.

With a glow in his eyes, Brady repeated what he had asked that same night: "Are you absolutely sure?"

Andy, immediately recognizing the phrase, smiled back. "I'm spectacularly sure."

Brady didn't think it more and allowed himself to sit up and take Andy into his lips once more, making out as if his life depended on it. He lifted the young boy from the bed, taking off his socks and unbuttoning his jeans until Andy was lying on the bed with nothing but a pair of bright yellow boxers.

For the first time, Brady admired the almost naked boy: his chest was lean, pale, smooth but firm, his nipples as pink as his lips; his legs and arms were long despite he wasn't that tall. Only then Brady realized how lean Andy was, not slender but definitively leaner than he had imagined, he surely weighed close to nothing. Andy, unlike Ness or even Cowboy, had the youngest looking body by far. Most interesting of all, however, was the very noticeable bulge growing in his boxers.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" Andy's cheeks turned pink as he said those words, looking away, shy.

Brady smiled devilishly. "Alright."

The college boy stood up from the bed, and slowly but surely started unbuttoning his jeans, lowering them just enough to allow the waistband of his boxers to show. Then he took care of his jacket and shirt. Brady had seen his body like that many times before but it was the first time for Andy. The young boy was completely hypnotized, mesmerized by the vision before him.

Brady's body was older, not as lean, and while he didn't exercise he was far from fat. The most prominent fact, however, was that the redness of his hair wasn't exclusive to the top of his head.

When he was standing on his boxers, Brady took a deep breath. His dick was hard, the young boy in boxers on his bed was at fault of course, but he couldn't hide it any longer so, why bother trying at all? Brady placed his thumbs inside the waistband and lowered the boxers just enough to let them fall to the floor.

For the first time, Brady was completely, totally, absolutely naked before Andy, who had his mouth opened in amazement. It wasn't like Brady was a supermodel or anything but if Andy had never been kissed before then this was likely the first time he was seeing a boy naked, hard in front of him, in real life.

Brady stayed like that for several seconds, his dick stayed hard, enjoying the obvious attention that Andy was giving him. He let himself be admired.

"Brady..." Andy started without looking at him in the eyes, the young boy was fixated on his dick. "Can... can I...?"

"Go ahead," Brady cut him, exactly knowing what he meant.

Andy didn't need to be told twice. He moved to the edge of the bed and, sitting on it he leaned forward until his face was but inches away from Brady's boner. Then, instinct took over.

The young boy tried to take the entirety of Brady's boner in his mouth at once, he tried once, two times but when he realized it wasn't as easy as it seemed, he stuck to sucking on the tip. Brady closed his eyes, leaning his head backwards, enjoying the service.

There was little technique to Andy's sucking but the boy knew not to involve the teeth. He was eager and kept moving his head forward and backward, passing his tongue all the way from Brady's balls to the tip, sucking hard as if he was milking him dry which, in a way, he was.

Brady was tasting a piece of paradise. Cowboy didn't like sucking a lot and he and Ness hadn't tried it much so this was a refreshing twist for him. Yet, he wanted more.

Gently, the college boy placed his hands on Andy's shoulders, lifting him from the bed and putting him on his feet. Andy was panting, saliva dripping from his mouth. Slowly, Brady planted a kiss on the boy's lips.

"Wanna do... more?" He whispered into the young boy's ear.

Andy didn't reply, he simply nodded.

Brady took a step back, and, with his eyes, pointed at Andy's boxers --which had a spot of wetness on the front, precum from the tip of Andy's dick. The young boy took the hint and quickly took a hold of them, pushing them to the ground, allowing himself to be standing there in all his glory.

It was a fucking twist. Andy's bulge had been large, true, but nothing compared to what he was hiding behind...

Cowboy had the perfect attitude, knew all the moves and all the right words, fucking him was amazing because he not only knew but he had mastered every technique, yet when it came to size he was average, respectable. Ness, on the other hand, was amazing to fuck because of how eager he was, the amount of energy and lust that boy had was unbelievable, yet even for a thirteen year old he was a little smaller than average --though he still had time to grow. Andy was a whole other story. At fourteen, Andy was bigger than even Cowboy, his dick soft, smooth and large, even bigger when he was hard. He couldn't believe such a timid, shy boy could be hiding a tool that size. Honestly, it looked delicious, like something you would put right on your mouth. Brady wasn't a fan of sucking but if he had to suck someone, he wouldn't have chosen Cowboy nor Ness, he would've chosen Andy.

"Wow, you are... wow."

"Brady," Andy looked away, embarrassed.

"Hey, hey, what's the problem? Don't be shy, your dick Andy... it's beautiful."

"You think so?"

"I know so," Brady planted a cheek on Andy's cheek. "Half the guys in town would die to suck you, to have you inside them."

The young boy didn't reply, almost as if that wasn't a compliment to him. Brady hoped time would show the kid what he meant. For the moment, he kissed him hard as he pushed their naked bodies together, their boners pressing against each other, pointing to the sky.

When Brady broke the kiss, he passed his tongue all along Andy's neck; when he got to his ear he whispered "turn around."

Slowly, Andy started moving, facing towards the bed, giving his back to Brady who spread the young boy's leg and pushed his torso forward so that Andy's bum was sticking out.

Brady let his hands feel Andy's ass, the roundness of his butt, how soft each cheek was, devoid of hair and with a nice, little pink hole right in the middle, begging him to be opened.

But then, Andy stood up. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

"You okay?" Brady held him close, god how soft his skin was.

Andy hesitated, fidgeting with his fingers. "Yes, yeah, it's just that... this is my... my..."

"Your first time having sex," Brady helped. "I know."

"Can you... can you teach me, Brady... slow?"

The college boy nodded. "I'll take it slow, I promise," he said as he moved closer. "Now, just relax."

Brady repositioned Andy before him, spreading his legs and taking his ass out, exposing the young boy's small rosy button in the back. The college boy reached one of the drawers in his nightstand and took a bottle of lube out, he made sure to be super generous as he covered Andy's rim with it.

"Now, stop touching your dick," Brady said. Andy immediately let go of his boner. "If you touch it you make your ass have reflexes, and contract. You need to breathe, relax, let loose, okay. Now, if it hurts, even just a bit, tell me, okay?"

"Okay."

And with that, Brady started sticking a lubed finger in Andy's ass. He went slow at first, careful, making sure his nails didn't touch a thing. Then he moved it deeper inside, deeper until it was completely in.

"Is that it? Are you inside me?" Andy asked in a trembling voice.

"Nope, just my finger," Brady chucked a bit. Believe me, you'll feel it when I'm inside you."

The college boy let his finger stay still, unmoving, so Andy could get used to the sensation. Then, after a few moments, he started moving it in and out, bit by bit. Andy was already moaning, waving his butt around, motioned purely by lust.

Then, Brady stuck a second finger. Andy made a quiet but grenching noise but didn't say anything, Brady stopped for a second. Only when Andy's breathing came back to normal, he resumed.

After a while, Andy's hole was bigger and ready. Brady told him as much. "Okay, you are ready. I am going in, okay? It... okay, I won't lie to you, it is going to hurt a bit at first but it will also feel good. Focus on the good feeling."

"Uhum," Andy replied, his voice low and shaky.

"Don't get scared, if you don't relax it will hurt more. Just take a deep breath, okay?" Brady passed his fingers through Andy's hair. "If it hurts too much and you can't take it, let me know and I'll get out, okay?"

Andy nodded. "Okay."

Brady took a hold of Andy's hips and touched himself a bit to make his dick harder, he needed a full boner but with the young boy naked before him, it didn't take long before he got one. He got ready to thrust and press against Andy's hole but then stopped. There was a problem: Andy was trembling.

Brady moved to the bed, next to Andy, and delicately caressed his cheek. "Hey, are you okay?"

Andy had his eyes closed, his face was making a grin as if he was about to get hit.

"Hey, there, easy, easy," Brady took the kid into his arms, hugging him. "Calm down, I know I said it was going to hurt but it's not so bad really. It does hurt but that's normal. It's just because you are doing something you aren't used to."

"I know, I know," Andy nodded, almost unable to talk.

Brady thought for a moment, the young boy looked really scared, too scared. Then he got an idea. "Hey, let's try another position, okay?"

The college boy placed himself on the bed, lying down face up with his boner sticking out into the ceiling. Andy, to his side, was squatting, trying to understand the position.

"You just need to sit on it," Brady explained. "This way, you are the one in control, you decide how much of my dick to take in, how fast, and if you can't take it, then you are the one who decides when to pull out."

Andy was a bit surprised by the concept, maybe he had never heard of that position before. Nonetheless, he stood up on the bed, placed one foot to each side of Brady's hips and slowly started squatting down, trying to aim his hole into Brady's boner.

As he got closer, Andy moved slower and slower until he got into a halt. Squatted, the young boy got petrified, unmoving. Brady watched Andy, raising an eyebrow. Only until he noticed the young boy's legs were trembling, he moved aside.

"Andy, are you okay?" He said, next to him, making him sit down. "It's okay, calm down, it's..."

"I want to do it," Andy blurted out then in a murmur. "I do, I really want to but... I... I don't know, it scared me. I don't want it to hurt, I don't. I am afraid, Brady, I..."

The college boy didn't say a thing, he just wrapped Andy into his arms and held him tight, hugging him, planting a kiss on top of his head. "It's okay," he mentioned. "It's okay to be afraid, don't worry. We can try later, okay?"

"But... but you wanted to..."

"Of course I wanted to do it with you but hey, I'm not going to get mad just because we couldn't do it," he kissed Andy's forehead again. "It happens, it's fine, I'm not mad, not at all, I understand."

The young boy held onto the college boy, as a kid would hold a teddy bear. When Andy finally stopped trembling, Brady let go, both of them smiling at each other.

Leaning on his bed, Brady tried to think for a second... yet if he wanted to have sex with Andy, there was only one option: he wasn't entirely convinced but he said it anyway. "Do you want to do it the other way around?"

Andy tilted his head. "What?"

"Yeah," Brady scooted closer. "Do you want to... enter inside me?"

Andy stayed frozen for a second, his eyes wondering from Brady, to Brady's hard dick, to his own dick. Then, he nodded. "Okay but... What do I do?"

"Well, how do you want me?" Brady opened his arms as if his body was part of a sales exhibition. "If you want you can lie down and I'll get on top just like you were doing."

"No, I don't think I can carry you," Andy giggled. "But... Okay, what if you turn around and put your hands down... And your knees too, and..."

"You want me to get down on all fours?" Brady said bluntly, enjoying how the simple mention of those words managed to turn Andy's cheeks into a rosy shade of pink.

Andy again stayed quiet and simply nodded.

Brady did as requested, moved the blankets aise and put himself on all fours on top of his own bed. He made sure to make his butt stick out.

Andy, moving in his knees on top of the bed, got behind Brady. It was a very interesting sight: the back of Brady's legs filled with red hair, supporting his nineteen year old ass. Beyond there was his back, strong and firm, majestic in a beautiful arch that lead to the back of his head. It was all skin, exposed, not an inch of Brady's body was hid by fabric.

"Lube it up first," Brady reminded.

Andy took the small bottle in his hand, squeezing a handful of his content on his palm and slowly sticking it all on Brady's hole.

To his surprise, Brady moaned. "Sorry, sorry," the college boy said.

Andy smiled a bit before putting all his effort in massaging Brady's rim and taint. The college boy didn't hold back, moaning at the attention.

Then Andy put a bit of lube on the tip of his dick, jacking it a bit until it was completely covered in it. He leaned forward and aimed...

"Go for it," Brady encouraged. "I don't think it will hurt but if it does I'll tell you okay? Don't worry, I'll guide you."

"Okay," Andy moved his hips forward until the tip of his head was knocking on Brady's rear entrance.

The young boy took in a deep breath and slowly thrusted forward.

There was a bit of resistance, Brady could feel Andy struggling a bit so he laid his chest on the bed, and spread his legs further apart. Andy kept pushing, a bit at first, then more until... It felt like the whole world had skipped a bit, so akin to the feeling one gets when you try chocolate for the first time. Needless to say, both Brady and Andy moaned. It was a heavy, long, lustful moan.

The young boy was inside him, well at fist it was only the tip.

"Slow, go slow..." Brady instructed.

Andy obeyed and little by little he let his dick enter the college boy.

"That's it, keep going, keept going, keep..."

Andy pushed until his balls reached Brady's ass. Andy suddenly breathed out loud, not having realized he had been holding his breath.

"Brady... God, fucking God," Andy moaned. "It feels so... Wow, just wow, it's tight, like you are squeezing my dick, and warm, so warm I..."

"Wait!" Brady could feel the young boy starting to get horny. "Don't move, let me... Let me get used to having you in. You are big, I told you. Just give me a second."

But even standing totally still, Andy was hardly able to contain himself. He even leaned forward and, while still inside, hugged Brady from behind.

"Now, start moving slowly," Brady instructed. "Not your entire body, only your hips, take your dick out a little, not completely, leave the tip in, and then push it back in..."

Andy did as instructed although he almost took his entire dick out but managed not to in the last second. He repeated the motion a second time, then a third, finally getting the hang of it.

"Keep doing it, like that yeah," Brady was losing his breath. "Faster, go faster, come on faster!"

Andy's moves were a bit mechanical, but the boy's shaft was long enough that its head was pushing Brady in just the right stop, making him clench his fists, and bite his bottom lip.

"Fuck yeah, Andy, like that yeah, like that, fuck me, fuck me," Brady was begging, there was no other word for it: he was begging to be fucked.

Andy started moving his hips faster, the bed rocking under them, shaking the entire wooden frame. It was a contest of who could moan harder, Brady or Andy.

It was a beautiful sight, really. A wooden apartment with a bed on the middle, a top of which a red head 19 year old laid on all fours, his chest against the mattress as his fists and mouth desperately grasped the blankets, pulling at them while, behind him, a 14 year old, lean and young, was having the first fuck of his life.

Andy didn't last long, he didn't even have time to give a warning. Brady simply felt a sudden warm rush inside him as Andy suddenly exploded inside him, cumming right inside Brady's ass.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," Andy let his body fall on top of Brady's, exhausted.

"Yeah," Brady let his own body fall on top of the bed. "Fuck."

They stayed like that, one on top of the other as they caught their breaths.

The room, a few moments ago cold, was now entirely warm, too warm even. The chilly air was but a memory now as it was replaced by hot steam.

"That was..."

"I know," Brady cut the younger boy as he moved his body inside the bedsheets, making room for Andy by his side.

Neither of them said a word. Andy got inside as well and cuddled against Brady, resting his head on top of the older boy's chest.

They were both still naked as they cuddled that Christmas night. Slowly, not even bothering to clean, they drifted off to sleep.

***

The first rays of sunshine glowed through the glass window and in between the open set of curtains. It was all peace and quiet, both inside and out as it dawned on Christmas morning. The entire atmosphere seemed to shine under a new light, the air filled with innocent joy and endless possibility. It was a perfect Christmas morning.

Suddenly, a knock on the door disrupted the peaceful ambiance. Brady's eyes opened as he got up from his bed. He instinctively moved to the door but then stopped, only then remembering the night before and looking over his shoulder at his bed: in between the covers, heavily asleep, Andy was still there, naked.

There was another knock on the door. "Brady!" someone shouted from outside. "Brady!" The college boy instantly recognized the voices: it was his parents.

Hastily, Brady moved towards Andy, shaking his body.

"Wha-

"Shhh," Brady covered the boy's mouth with his palm. "My parents are outside."

Andy's eyes opened as wide as they could, panic flying through the young kid's mind as a third knock echoed through the one bedroom apartment. Then, Brady's phone started ringing. It was his mother.

The college boy looked around him thinking of an explanation, of a way out but there was none and there was no time so he did what he could and pointed at his wardrobe. Andy didn't move, shocked. The knocking somehow became louder, deeper, the phone wasn't as much a ringtone as a fire, panic alarm. Brady quickly held Andy up and motioned him to go to the wardrobe. He watched as the young boy stumbled his way across the room, still naked from the night before, his cute as wiggling as he went by and got in the wardrobe.

Brady, now aware of his own nakedness, got up, put a blanket over his body and opened the door.

"My dear god you are a heavy sleeper!" Brady's mom received her son with a hug before letting herself inside his son's apartment.

"I thought kids were supposed to wake up early on X-mas," his dad grunted with a smile, also hugging Brady and taking a seat on top of his son's unmade bed.

"He sleeps like you: as deep as a bear in hibernation," Brady's mom joked, pointing with her chin at her husband before looking around the place. "As is as tidy and clean as you, as well, it seems."

"Leave the poor boy alone," Brady's dad pointed at his son's desk. "He is allowed to be messy, he barely has time for anything with all that studying."

And while they were exchanging all that banter, Brady just stood by the door, trying not to look too nervous or concerned, smiling wide while occasionally eying the wardrobe and the fourteen year old naked boy he had inside.

"Alright, alright," Brady's mom stood up, placing her arms around herself. "But my god, it is cold here! How do you sleep in this freezer, Brady? Please tell me you have some clothes on under that blanket..."

"I... well..."

"Still sleeping au naturel?" Brady's dad laughed. "You haven't changed a bit since you were a kid."

Brady's mom walked away from his son's bed towards, of course, the wardrobe. Brady's eyes and mouth opened as big as they could get, the panic flowing through his bones.

"Mom!" He went after her. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, lend me a jacket, would you? It's too cold in here," she trembled as she reached for the wardrobe's knob.

"Wait," Brady almost shouted. His mother turned towards him; he tried to control his face, to make everything seem normal. There was a second of silence, then too. Finally, he turned towards his desk. "Why don't you take the jacket on my chair? Yeah, the one by the desk, that one is super warm."

Luckily for Brady, his mom listened to him but just as Brady was about to sigh in relief, there was another knock on the door. All three of them stared at the door in disbelief. The college boy didn't move until he realized the door someone was knocking was his.

"Hey there, buddy!" Coan exclaimed as soon as the door was open, stepping inside. He was about to hug Brady when he noticed he was wearing nothing but a blanket over his body. "Merry Christmas?"

"Merry Christmas," Brady repeated, almost in a trance. "What... what are you doing here?"

"Well, it is Christmas," Coan said as he pointed to the sweater he had under his jacket: it was festive with snowflakes over a black background. "I just thought I'd surprise you with a gift but..." then, Coan noticed Brady's parents, looking at them, then at his almost naked best friend. "You are busy?"

"Oh, I... I just woke up a minute ago, well, my parents woke me up," Brady explained, making sure to cover as much of his naked body with the blanket as he could.

"Mrs. H! Merry Christmas!" Coan headed towards Brady's mom. "How are you? I didn't expect to see you here but good job waking this Sleeping Beauty early for once. And Mr. H, good to see you too, I trust everything alright?"

"Coan, dear!" Brady's mom pulled his son's best friend into a hug. "You look so handsome in that sweater."

"Glad to see you, son," Brady's dad replied, shaking his hand. "We were about to..."

Brady quickly looked around the room until he saw his phone sitting on his nightstand. He made good use of his time now that his parents and Coan were still greeting each other and took it, quickly opening the messaging app.

The first thing he noticed were Andy's many messages.

Brady tried to think of something, anything but nothing came to mind. His head was foggy, no ideas were connecting, his thoughts vague and dispersed by the shock, the sudden panic so Brady did the only thing that he could.

And hit send.

Brady even heard the beep sound of Coan's phone.

"...so we decided to come visit Brady and give him a Christmas gift," Brady's mom was explaining to Coan. "You know how much he's been killing himself at college and all. I imagine you are too!"

Brady moved slowly until he was standing within his best friends' eyesight and stared at him, deeply as to call his attention. He could feel a droplet of cold sweat fall from his forehead towards the floor.

"Well, I ain't going to lie, it's been a little hard," Coan went on. "Tons of assignments, papers to read, not to mention the exams! But I..." finally, Coan and Brady's eyes met. The red haired boy lifted his phone, pressing it against his chest and discretely pointing at it with his index finger. Coan immediately understood. "...I am... I can't complain, I am learning tons of stuff, tons. You too, right Brady?"

"Eh..." Brady opened his mouth, dumbfounded when he realized both his parents were looking at him, instant Coan used to take out his phone. Brady just kept talking. "Yeah, yeah, tons of interesting stuff. I... I know journalism can seem boring to many people but, mom, dad, you know I really, really am loving it."

Brady glanced at Coan who had his eyes glued to the screen. Brady gulped as his best friend looked at him, then at the wardrobe, then at his phone, then at the wardrobe again. Coan shook his head before forcing a smile and putting his phone away.

"Hey... Mr. H, Mrs. H..." Coan said, regaining the attention of Brady's parents. "You know what, I hope this isn't too much to ask, but is there any chance we could go downstairs to The Little Café? I would kill for a cup of coffee right now." Brady's parents opened their mouths, ready to reply but with unconvinced, slightly uncomfortable expressions on their faces. Coan didn't let them answer, he continued: "It's just that nothing beats the coffee from your place, don't tell my mom I said that, she would kill me."

"Oh, Coan, thank you, but..."

"Besides," Coan persisted. "We should give Brady some privacy to get some clothes on or he'll freeze."

Both of Brady's parents glanced at their son, then back at Coan before exchanging a look between them. There was a silence then, an eternal, neverending silence where Brady felt every second weight as heavy as a mountain.

After what seemed an hour, Brady's mom replied: "Yeah, you are right in that, Brady is going to freeze and well, a cup of coffee... well, it's Christmas after all, right?" She smiled warmly before moving towards Coan, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Let's go get you some coffee."

"We'll unwrap the presents in the coffee shop," Brady's dad announced as he walked towards the door, glancing at his son. "See you downstairs, don't be long."

Coan opened the door and let Brady's parents go first. He looked back at Brady, raising both his eyebrows and giving him a quick smile before closing the door of the apartment behind him.

Almost immediately Brady sighed heavily, he hadn't realized he was holding his breath. He ran towards the wardrobe and opened it, letting the young boy come out. Andy came out almost as if he had been pushed by a spring.

"Andy!" Brady placed his hands on the young boy's shoulders. "I need to go downstairs or they'll..."

"Yeah, yeah," Andy replied in a whisper. "And I need to go back to my parents or they'll..."

Both of them stop, their eyes locked on each other and faintly they smiled, letting all the adrenaline flow out of their systems. And just like that, Brady let the blanket fall from over him to the flow before taking Andy by the back of his head and leaning forward for a kiss.

The two of them made out, right then and there; two boys kissing in that one-bedroom apartment, both of them hugging the other, pushing each other closer, both of them totally naked, their boners as hard as rocks, straight arrows pointing at the sky. Two boys kissing in the middle of winter wonderland.

"Merry Christmas," Brady murmured.

"Merry Christmas," Andy whispered back.

***

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of pine floated around the place as Brady, his parents and Coan gathered around a table near the Christmas tree in The Little Café; underneath it, wrapped gifts awaited eagerly.

"Mrs. H, you really went all out with the decorations this year," Coan complimented as he stared at the multitude of colored lights, garlands and mistletoe hanging from the coffee shop's ceiling. Next to a decorative chimney, there were stockings full of candy, and a wreath hung from the wall.

"Oh, Coan, you are too nice but we both did it," she said as he hugged her husband's arm. "Actually, we went to five different stores until we found exactly the right garland."

Brady simply stared at them, an easy smile on his face while the jingle of the bells and the sound of festive music played in the distance. It was Christmas alright, waking up with Andy in his arms, having his parents and Coan next to him... what more could Brady want? It was Christmas alright.

"Brady," Coan whispered next to his best friend when Brady's parents stood up for more coffee. "Here, I bought you something," he said, handing him a carefully wrapped gift.

Brady's eyes widened with curiosity as he looked at the present. "Is this..."

"Don't open it yet," Coan told him, placing a hand on his shoulders. "Open it after I leave, that makes it more special, right? Plus," he looked at his clock. "I have to leave soon. I have my own family to go back to, but first..." in that moment, Brady's parents came back. "A nice, warm, cozy, hazelnut cup of coffee."

Andy smiled, holding close Coan's gift. With all that had happened that day he had completely forgotten to give Andy his gift, but it didn't matter, he could give it as a New Year present, it was odd but never unwelcomed.

For now, Brady enjoyed it as his family and best friend laughed around the table, sipping from their cups, smiling at the scene. All while Brady's parents exchanged stories from Christmases long ago, and Brady and Coan told hopes and dreams of Christmases to come.