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1/1 | 11.1k | E | A Christmas gift written for the wonderful @herefortarlos beta read by the always amazing @lightningboltreader 🎄
“Damn,” TK mutters to himself as he tries to untangle the tinsel, shimmering red garland slipping through his fingers like bejeweled blood. His green eyes are transfixed on the image that hangs on the refrigerator. “That’s a big stick.”
Carlos looks up, notices TK’s looking at the charity calendar, and chuckles to himself. “Technically, it’s called the bat.”
TK takes a deep breath as his hands tightly wrap around the tinsel, the pinprick pain keeping impending arousal at bay. He blinks his eyes open, not knowing when they closed, realizing the sharp burn is only provoking it.
He smirks before flirtatiously tossing back, “That’s not the stick I’m talking about.” He takes yet another second to drink in his husband’s festive form.
In the glossy photo above December Carlos is holding a baseball bat that’s standing ramrod straight from the ground up, the handle wrapped in alternating red and white tape to represent a candy cane. Brown eyes stare suggestively at the camera, begging you to ask him about his grip.
His legs are spread shoulder width apart and he’s donning nothing more than a Santa hat, red briefs, and black leather combat boots that TK bought him from their favorite leather shop in Round Rock. Carlos’ body gleams, the body glitter covering his figure, causing it to sparkle like the sky on the night they first met.
Gay apparel, indeed.
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