Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty

Stuff My Stocking: M/M Romance Stories that are Nice and… Naughty

An M/M Romance Group Publication
copyright 2010

With stories by:
M.J. O'Shea
Brian Jackson
Deanna Wadsworth
Missy Welsh
Jade Archer
Michael S.
Xara X. Xanakas
Mark Alders
Em Woods
Rachel Haimowitz
SJD Peterson
Kari Gregg
Kim Dare
A.J. Llewellyn
Serena Yates
Ocotillo
Jessica Freely
Heinrich Xin
William Cooper
Wren Boudreau
Selah March
Sarah Madison
Stephani Hecht
Amy Lane
Angela Benedetti

edited by:
Diane W.([email protected])
Jason B.
Kathy H.

What you’ve gotten yourself into…

The stories you are about to read are the product of a very special project sponsored by the Goodreads M/M Romance group-the online community for readers who love to read about men in love (Male/Male).

The group moderators issued an invitation for members to choose a photo and pen a
Letter to Santa
asking for a short M/M romance story inspired by the image; authors from the group were encouraged to select a letter and write an original tale.

The result was an outpouring of creativity that shined a spotlight on the special bond between M/M romance writers and the people who love what they do. This book is an anthology of those letters and stories.

Whether you are an avid M/M romance reader or new to the genre, you are in for a delicious treat. So sit back, relax and enjoy
Stuff My Stocking: M/M Romance Stories that are Nice and… Naughty.

Words of credit and caution…

The best things in life, including this ebook, are
free
.  It is distributed as a gift to M/M Romance readers and should not be offered for sale. Each story appears courtesy of its respective author and should not be reproduced without express written consent from the author. If you’d like to write the authors for consent (or any other reason, we’re not judging) contact information can be found at the end of each story.

The cover photo has been licensed for this ebook, but the original photos that inspired the stories are not. Therefore, a written description of each image is provided. If you’d like to see the real deal, please feel free to join the
Goodreads M/M Romance group (www.goodreads.com)
and visit the discussion section:*HOLIDAY STORIES* NSFW.

This ebook is published by the M/M Romance Group and is not directly endorsed by or affiliated with Goodreads Inc.

The stories in this collection are sexually explicit and intended for adult readers;
so consider yourself warned… and lucky.

Who’s to blame…

First and foremost, this anthology is dedicated to Lori B., better known as
Moderatrix Lori
, the devoted leader of the Goodreads M/M Romance group. In 2009, Lori stumbled upon a niche genre reading group with less than a dozen participants and turned it into the epicenter for M/M Romance readers with nearly 2,000 members. Her vision transformed a simple book club into a thriving online community, where people from all walks of life and all over the world, can come together to exchange ideas, make friends and indulge in their love of books. This book is dedicated to Lori because she is dedicated to us.

Of course Lori would have had a nervous breakdown long ago if it wasn’t for her equally devoted co-moderators Jen McJ and Jason B. Each and every day they selflessly volunteer their time, talent, patience and wit to make the Goodreads M/M Romance group hum. This book is dedicated to Jen and Jason just because they rock.

Finally, this book is dedicated to all the authors who put pen to paper (or more accurately fingers to keys) and created the wonderful original stories you are about to read. Thank you.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

A SHINY NEW TOY
by M.J. O'Shea

THICK AS THIEVES
by Brian Jackson

LEAKING PIPES
by Deanna Wadsworth

CHRISTMAS IN THE SANDBOX
by Missy Welsh

CRYING WOLF
by Jade Archer

THE NEW MAN'S
ARMY by Michael S.

ROMMY AND JULES
by Xara X. Xanakas

THE CONQUERORS
by Mark Alders

A WISH FOR JAMIE
by Em Woods

PONY UP
by Rachel Haimowitz

MASTERS AND BOYD
by SJD Peterson

YOU MELTED ME
by Kari Gregg

A BUGGER TO PACK
by Kim Dare

JUNIPER’S CHRISTMAS STOCKING
by A.J. Llewellyn

BOBBY'S CHRISTMAS GIFT
by Serena Yates

LAS POSADAS
by Ocotillo

LOVE BOUND
by Jessica Freely

IN THE CITY OF NEVERLOVE
by Heinrich Xin

CHRISTMAS GIFTS
by William Cooper

IN THE WIND
by Wren Boudreau

THE GUTTERSNIPE’S GIFT
by Selah March

A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
by Sarah Madison

HOLIDAY BONUS
by Stephani Hecht

COCKLEBUR’S CHRISTMAS
by Amy Lane

THE GIFT
by Angela Benedetti

A SHINY NEW TOY by M.J. O'Shea

Dear Santa,

I have been trying to get my best friend to notice me as more for months. I want to stuff his stocking with all sorts of naughty toys to help him realize how perfect we would be together. Perhaps a cock ring and/or anal beads. Please help me to figure out just what buttons to press to get him to take that step forward. Thanks!

Merry Christmas

{PHOTO INSERT:  Two smiling college guys stare into the camera. They are shirtless, barefoot and wearing jeans. One of the guys is carrying the other piggyback style..}

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 “Ouch! Shit!”

James started hopping up and down on the sand, one foot in his hand. A piece of glass was lodged right in his arch. He’d slammed down on it pretty hard, running to get the volleyball that Quinn had launched over the net at warp speed. James lost his balance and fell in the sand, injured foot high in the air.

“What’s the matter, dude?”

James’ best and oldest friend came jogging towards him, folding gracefully under the volleyball net and sinking to his knees. Even through his pain, James’ breath caught in his throat when Quinn leaned closer. He was hot from their game and the unseasonable warmth. He smelled like sun and sweat and like Quinn. Sexy and familiar.

Jesus. Knock it off. James squeezed his eyes shut for a second; partially because his foot really did fucking hurt, and well, because if he didn’t then Quinn might see something in his eyes that shouldn’t have been there. It never used to be.

James didn’t know quite when it happened.

It seemed like one day he was sitting on his floor playing Star Wars with Quinn, making ‘Pow! Pow!’ noises with little plastic toys and laughing like a hyena at Quinn’s Jar Jar Binks impersonations, and the next—well let’s just say that somewhere between Jar Jar Binks and English 201 at the local college, Quinn stopped being just Quinn and became something completely…more.

“Man, that must hurt like a bitch. The glass is stuck up there really far.” Quinn’s face was screwed up with concern.

James groaned. “Thanks for pointing that out. I’m going to try to pull it—“

“No, wait. Let’s do it back at the apartment where there’s soap and that antibacterial stuff. That could get seriously infected if something gets in it.”

James rolled his eyes. “Okay mister Physical Therapy degree. How am I going to get to the car?” The path from the beach to the parking lot was at least a few hundred feet.

“I’ve got you. Here,” Quinn leaned over. “Get on my back.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, of course. Just consider it long overdue restitution for when you hauled me and my bike home after that ice cream truck accident.”

James snickered at the memory, able to laugh because Quinn hadn’t gotten hurt very badly and it happened nearly ten years before.

“All right. Here,” James struggled up to his knee, planting the uninjured foot in the sand. “Scoot over a little.” Then he wound his arms around Quinn’s neck and was surprised by the strength used to hoist him up.

James felt awkward riding Quinn’s back down the beach towards the car path. He had to hitch his legs up a few times on slim hips, but Quinn’s warm skin beneath his arms, and the subtle shift of those strong abdominal muscles between his thighs made the awkwardness worth it. Oh God.

“You doing all right back there, bro?” Bro. Keep that word in mind.

“Yeah. I’m not bleeding on your leg or anything, am I?” That’s right. Focus on the foot and not the fact that you can feel his ass bumping up and down underneath your crotch.

“No worries. Hey, can you hold my camera? The strap keeps digging into my finger.”

James reached down and worked the camera strap free from where it was trapped by his thigh. He wanted to squeeze Quinn’s fingers, lean forward and nip the back of his neck run his tongue down that muscular spine…

“You guys are adorable, do you want us to take a picture of you?” James snapped his head up. Two girls, probably in high school, and both in bathing suits and designer track bottoms were grinning at him and Quinn.

When did they get there?

“Oh we’re not—“

“Sure,” Quinn interrupted him. “Jamie, give her my camera.”

He stretched out the arm that was holding the camera silently, not sure what to say.

"Smile!” The girl chirped brightly when she had the shot all lined up.

James hugged his arms around Quinn’s shoulders, using the excuse to feel all of that sexy skin up against his chest. He smiled, although between the pain in his foot and the fact that he could barely breathe, it was a little hard to pull it off.

“Perfect,” She told them, after she checked the shot and handed the camera back. “You two have a great day.” The girl gave her friend a grin that could easily be considered naughty.

Quinn chuckled as soon as the two girls had walked out of sight. “Hey Jamie, what do you think she was picturing?” He chuckled sarcastically and squeezed James’ thigh.

James groaned. The same thing I was. “I swear girls are the biggest pervs.”

“Please, they’re never gonna steal that award from us.”

When they got to the car, Quinn laid James across the backseat before he hopped in and started the engine, ready to drive back to their apartment. James looked down at his foot and immediately his stomach went queasy. The glass was still in deep, and his foot was dripping all over the place, the bleeding showing no signs of slowing down.

“Uh, Quinn?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m gonna pass out.”

* * * *

It was officially the first night of Winter Break. James was lying, wrapped foot propped on the couch. It had been a pain in the ass, well foot actually, taking his last few finals with every single heartbeat throbbing in his arch. Quinn had been really helpful. Not only had he driven his unconscious friend to the ER that day and sat with him for hours until his foot was clear of glass, stitched up, and wrapped in gauze, but he’d been even nicer since. He’d done everything from carrying James’ books so he could hobble with the crutch he’d gotten at the hospital to bringing him dinner on the couch. The other guys who played water polo with them had been giving Quinn constant shit about being James’ little girlfriend, but he just laughed it off and told them they better hope they never got hurt. James had spent a lot of time reminding himself that Quinn was just begin a good friend. It didn’t feel like that.

There was a storm raging outside, wind and rain battering the coastline and making everything soggy and dark. James kind of liked the rain. He’d never quite gotten used to Florida winters after spending his first eight years in New Hampshire. It always felt like they were a little cheated—at least when the Santa stuff started showing up. It was hard to get all excited about a snow globe if it was still shorts weather.

He heard keys jingling in the front door. Quinn. James’ heart did a big kerchunk in his chest before it took off racing. He told himself to calm down for probably the millionth time. It was just Quinn…It was just—shit, no use for it. There was no such thing as ‘just Quinn’ anymore. James kept trying to slow his pulse as Quinn came in and flopped down on the couch, careful to avoid James’ wrapped foot.

“God, my bio final was brutal.”

“Poly-Sci wasn’t much fun either. I think I passed though.”

Quinn sat there for a minute or two, looking exhausted. Then he pulled James’ injured foot into his lap and started rubbing it with gentle well-trained hands. “How’s this doing today?”

James didn’t know if he was going to be able to talk without squeaking. The pain and pleasure pouring through his body from that one pressure point made his skin tingle all over. He wanted to arch his back and moan.

“B-better,” He answered, trying to mask his stutter with a not very convincing yawn. He felt like an ass. The guy was just doing what would soon be his job. “Wanna order pizza?” He hoped that talking about food would make his insta-erection go away. Just in case, he bent his other knee so the blanket would hide anything that might be showing.

“Sure. Pizza sounds perfect. Pepperoni, onion, and pineapple?”

James nodded with a happy sigh. “I think our friendship was meant to be. No one else appreciates the perfect pizza toppings.”

Quinn chuckled and fished his phone out of his pocket.

They ate their pizza and watched a few dumb action movies on HBO. The storm had gotten worse, but it lulled James. The wind and constant patter of rain on their bay window was practically sleep inducing, not to mention the continual soothing pressure of Quinn’s hand on his foot and ankle. He closed his eyes for a second and leaned his head back.

“Hey, Jamie?” Quinn’s voice was quiet. James wondered if he actually had fallen asleep. “You need to go to bed. You were totally passed out.” Guess that’s a yes. He lifted his legs from their comfortable perch on Quinn’s thighs and hobbled off towards the bathroom to brush his teeth and take the last of his pain pills.

“Night, dude,” He muttered to Quinn in between yawns.

“Night, Jamie.”

James made a face. “Why do you still call me that? No one else has since like the sixth grade.”

Quinn smiled. “Because I can. Go to bed…Jamie.” He smirked and James stuck out his tongue before shutting himself in the bathroom.

James lay down in his bed and stared into the darkness, just like he did nearly every night. No matter how tired he was, as soon as he was in the near silence of his room, his mind woke up and refused to let his body fall asleep. He could hear the faint hum of the television, or maybe the radio coming from Quinn’s room. Quinn had always had a hard time sleeping in pure silence. James remembered that from their many sleepovers. He thought of Quinn, lying in bed on the other side of the wall, maybe wearing boxers, or nothing at all. His stomach tightened, breathing quickened, and as usual, he was wide awake.

Quinn…

James’ eyes drifted to his nightstand drawer.

I shouldn’t. Not with Quinn awake in the next room. He really, really wanted to.

He’d gone on a little fieldtrip with his embarrassingly open-minded sister a few weeks before to a big chain store sex shop. She’d wanted to get a few things for her and her boyfriend, and she’d talked James into a plug, a set of anal beads, and this sparkly red vibrator with hearts all over it that was almost too cute to be hot. He’d been dying to try it though, on himself, or maybe Quinn. Or both.

Definitely both.

The thought of pushing into Quinn with the vibrator, or his fingers, or even better, gulp, his cock, made James shiver. Decision made. He reached over and pulled the shiny new vibrator and a bottle of lube from his nightstand.

* * * *

“Jamie, are you asleep?”

James lifted his head from the pillow and stared into the darkness, trying to make his sleepy brain focus on the noise coming from the direction of his doorway. He was groggy and a little loopy from the pain medication. It was really hard to keep his eyes open.

“Quinn? What are you doing here? What time is it?”

“I don’t know, late. I was messing around on my computer and the power went out. The storm’s getting worse.” Like he’d timed it, a clap of thunder shook the apartment.

“Just go to sleep, Quinn. It’ll be over in the morning.”

James felt his bed move. Quinn must have sat down at the foot. “I can’t go to sleep. I don’t…I don’t like storms.”

If that wasn’t the most adorable thing ever. “Sit here for a few minutes. It’ll calm down.”

“Can I just sleep in here? I know I sound like the biggest loser ever but I really don’t want to be in my room alone.” Quinn scooted over and lifted the edge of the comforter.

“Hey, I’m naked!” James hissed—not that he minded. In his Vicodin induced haze snuggling naked with Quinn not only sounded nice, but possible too. Hey it could happen…

“It’s no big deal, dude. We see each other naked every day in the showers.”

James usually spent those after practice showers trying really hard not to look at Quinn. He usually succeeded. Quinn slipped under the covers and huddled closer to James.

“Okay. Just close your eyes and fall asleep.”

“I will. Hey sorry in advance. I’m kind of a cuddler.” Quinn’s words were accompanied by an arm slung across James’ midsection.

Breathe, James, breathe.

It was silent for a few minutes save for Quinn’s restless wiggling. Finally his voice broke the pitch black quiet.

“What the hell is this thing poking my—“ Quinn reached under the covers.

Oh, Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! James couldn’t remember whether or not he put the vibrator away before he’d passed out. Apparently the answer was no, he did not. Oh, God, naked in bed with his best friend who just found his…James wanted to crawl into the darkest corner of his room and die of embarrassment.

“Is this what I think it is James Ryan Boyle?” James could hear the grin in Quinn’s voice.

“Just, give it to me!” He lunged towards Quinn, trying to grab the offending toy. He ended up sprawled across Quinn’s chest with Quinn holding the toy off of the bed and out of James’ reach.

“Since when are you into these?”

James gave up and flopped back down, burying his face in his pillow. “Since tonight,” he mumbled miserably. It was official. He was going to die.

“Did it feel good?”

James lifted his head up and stared at Quinn, whose face was close enough to be almost clear in the absolute darkness. “Are you making fun of me or do you really want to know?”

“I really want to know.”

James could feel his face color. He was glad that Quinn wouldn’t be able to see it. “Yeah, it felt good. Really good actually.”

“And you wanted to try it because…”

James sighed. Twelve years of experience had taught him that Quinn wasn’t going to let it go until he had all of the answers he wanted. “I wanted to see what it felt like because…so that…Jesus, it’s because I’m gay Quinn!” He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for some kind of blow up.

“I know,” Quinn answered serenely.