I had forgotten about these.

In fact, I had almost thrown them out when I was discarding the empty Christmas boxes and if I hadn’t heard them rattling around in the box full of thin paper they would be in the trash by now.

I blushed when I opened the box, memories of our Christmas morning a week ago flashing through my head. Some other head got excited too, but I ignored that.

The small box of pocky was light in my hand, the chocolate covered cookie sticks shaking around in the cardboard as I walked to the kitchen and put them in the cupboard.

I would bring that subject up later. Mm, maybe we could even roleplay again. That got my head excited even more and I groaned at myself, palming my length and willing it away before I set myself at the dishes with more vigor than I ever had, scrubbing the pots and pans till they were shiny and looked brand new. Well, at least my frustration was good for something.

The pocky was forgotten about again until about four days later when I got home a little earlier than usual. I was hungry but knew I would eat in about an hour when Cade got home. Not enough time for me to eat a meal but I definitely needed a snack.

I looked in the fridge, then closed the fridge. Looked in the cabinets and spotted the box of sweets, my mind weighing out the pros and cons of eating them now or waiting so Cade and I could possibly have some steamy time later.

I shut the door mind made up.

Lowering my expectations I went back to the fridge and skimmed the contents, my lips turning down into a frown disapprovingly before I shut the door again and wandered back over to the cabinets. My eyes strayed to the box of pocky, my will to leave them faltering before I reached up and grabbed them. Too late now, I’ll just buy more for us later.

Plopping myself down onto the couch I worked the tie loose from my neck and hung it -untied- around my neck, popping the first two buttons on my dress shirt and pulling off my belt; throwing it somewhere on the floor.

I should have probably changed out of my work clothes, but whatever, I’m here now.

I cracked open the box and ripped the plastic apart, pulling out a chocolate-covered stick and licking my lips before I bit off the end. I love pocky. I should seriously get it more often.

I reached to pick up my book from the end table and flipped it open to where I had left off, happily munching on my snack as my eyes flew over the black printed words. I would stop in a half an hour or so, then get a real meal started. It was my day to cook after all.

Cade’s Point of View

I pulled up and parked right beside Nathan’s silver 2014 Toyota Prius. The car was covered in snow and the windows were semi frosted over. Huh, he must have gotten home early.

I gathered all my files together and pushed them into my briefcase, straightening my coat before I flexed my fingers and opened my door, braving the cold and making a dash for the front door. I let myself in and hung my coat up, kicking my shoes onto the shoe rack and tugging at my tie as I made my way to the living room. I was partially expecting dinner to be in the works but I didn’t smell any cooking… or burning.

Instead, I found Nathan curled up on the couch, absorbed in his book with his eyes wide and a stick of pocky hanging out of his mouth; the rest of them half spilling out of the box on the couch cushion beside him. His tie was hanging around his neck, dress pants wrinkled and probably now in need of a good ironing that I would have to do. Ugh, why did I love this man?

Nathan’s breath caught, a small gasp slipping past his lips as his eyes widened and he pulled the book closer to his face.

I smiled, my chest warming as I watched the pocky fall from his mouth when he gasped.

Oh, but I did love him. So much.

Nathan was startled out of his trance when the pocky slipped and stuck to his shirt, chocolate staining in little circles as the pocky rolled down his shirt.

“Oh shi-”

“Language!” I reprimanded before he could finish. He had such a filthy mouth, we really had to work on it when he said his firm preferred that he didn’t use vulgar language. Let me tell you, plenty of vulgar language was used to voice Nathan’s opinion on that rule.

His eyes shot up to meet mine, a grin spreading across his gorgeous features as he saw me and he quickly sprang up, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me soundly. “Welcome home.” He said, loosening my tie completely and draping it over my head playfully. Such a dork.

I chuckled, placing a kiss on his forehead before looking disapprovingly down at his chocolate stained shirt. He looked down with me, huffing out an irritated sigh as his fingers went to the buttons, turning away from me and walking towards the kitchen. I took a step and grabbed a stick of pocky, biting into it as I picked up the book he was reading. I didn’t recognize the title so I turned the book over so I could read the synopsis on the back, munching on the pocky as I skimmed the description.

Nathan came back a moment later shirtless, my eyes appreciating the view of his toned chest and hardened nipples from the cold. My teeth bit through the pocky stick a little harder than necessary, lust swimming in my stomach. As I swallowed the last of the stick, Nathan smirked and strutted over to me, wrapping an arm around my neck and pushing his hips flush against mine before he reached and picked up another stick with his other hand. He rubbed the end on my lips, making them tingle as his eyes burned into mine.

“Play with me?” He whispered seductively, taking the stick between his lips before he leaned forward so I could take the other end.

My shaft filled out behind the zipper of my pants and I took a big bite off my end, slipping a hand up his smooth chest while the other dove down the front of his pants. His eyes widened as I pinched his nipple and thumbed at the top of his erection. He bit back when my teeth held the pocky, the space between us getting smaller and smaller in our haste to get to each other.

His hands were tearing at my shirt, a chill slipping down my spine as my heated skin was exposed to the cooler air. My pants and underwear were shoved down a moment later, the stick of pocky long gone as our tongues slid against each other hotly.

Fingers pulled against my hair, and I moaned into Nathan’s mouth, feeling blindly for his pants and pushing them down; walking him back towards the couch so he fell onto his back on the cushions. The box of pocky fell to the floor and I could hear the sticks rolling across the hardwood. I paid them no mind, working Nathan’s pants off of him and ducking my head down to swallow his shaft and reaching up a hand so I could rub a finger at his hole.

He yelped at the duel sensations, whining and moaning out as he twisted his fingers in my hair. I groaned around him, sending a shudder through him as I pushed a finger into his tight heat. I sucked him and swallowed him to the back of my throat, blinking away the tears that were gathering at the edges of my eyes and relaxing my throat so I could lower my head all the way to the trimmed hair of his pubes. He writhed beneath me, pushing back against me for more but trying to wiggle away at the same time when it became too much. I didn’t allow him to move, my hand wrapped around his thigh tightly as I scraped my teeth lightly on the bottom of him. He cried out and released down my throat, his shaft pumping steadily as I swallowed all he had to offer me.

My finger didn’t stop moving as I massaged him through his orgasm, only stopping when he whimpered from oversensitivity. He lay in pieces beneath me, his chest heaving as his cheeks flushed, hair laying partially over his face as he tried to catch his breath.

I pushed myself forward and licked my way up his stomach, sucking on his hard nipples and grinning when he whined again, pulling my head up so he could kiss me sweetly. He licked at my lips, gentle as a kitten and I allowed him entrance, his tongue mapping out my mouth and tickling the roof as his hand wrapped around me.

I groaned into his mouth and my eyes fluttered closed as he stroked me firmly. I always got aroused when I blew him, he was so beautiful bared for me as he twisted in pleasure.

His hand sped up when he knew I was close, my kisses growing desperate as I tucked myself into his neck, my breaths leaving my harshly as the heat coiled tighter.

“Come for me, baby,” Was whispered in my ear along with a tender kiss and I released not a moment later, my essence painting Nathan’s stomach and his name leaving my lips in a hiss.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, him fighting off sleep while I just basked in the closeness.

I smiled to myself silently when I heard his soft snores, his hand still wrapped possessively around my shaft as I settled down beside him and closed my eyes.

I did quite well with the surprise gift box. We had quite the fun Christmas morning.

Still, best Christmas present ever.