Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! I had a fleeting holiday season plotbunny that I just could not let pass by. I hope you all enjoy, however it is unbeta'd and all mistakes are my own. So, Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays whichever you celebrate! Much love and leave a review if you feel it's worthy..it is always appreciated..

Oh and btw, I have almost completed another chapter of Snowbound and will be posting shortly. And I plan to begin working on finishing the next chapter of A Summer to Remember as well...Sorry for the delay, I know some of you are quite impatient, but life for me is getting in the way big time right now... :( But I promise, I am working on things for all of you...

Santa's Naughty Little Helpers

“Get the fucking hell in there you piece of shit….FUUUCK!” Chester shrieked exasperatedly as he attempted to get the last two pieces of Tyler’s Lego train set to connect. He had spent the last forty-five minutes reading confusing directions and trying to build his son’s Christmas gift. And honestly, he was past having fun with this as Mike had suggested. Taking a deep cleansing breath, he placed the two Legos together again, male to female and pressed hard. It just was not budging. “Son of a bitch! Fuck this! I’m done! I don’t give a fuck anymore!” He bit out as he tossed the newly assembled train aside, not even bother to look at it as his hard work broke into a colorful disarray of grey, yellow and red plastic parts.

“For fuck’s sake, Ches, do you want the boys to wake up? You know how hard it is to get Tyler to go to sleep!” Mike growled as he pushed up from his seated position several feet away where he had just finished screwing together a child sized art easel they had bought for their youngest. “It took me close to two hours to calm him down after you decided to allow him to eat half a dozen chocolate chip cookies an hour before bed!” Mike continued in a huff as he folded a box in half and looked around for the trash bag he had been using earlier. The enormous living room looked like an air strike war zone, filled with opened boxes, Styrofoam stuffing, gift-wrap and scattered miscellaneous tools.

Chester rolled his eyes as he rose onto his knees and collapsed flat on his belly near the sad, haphazardly broken toy he had been working on with a grunt. Putting his chin on his fisted hand, he closed his eyes momentarily. It had been quite a day. He and Mike had been awarded overnight visitation with the boys this Christmas and they had spent the entire afternoon doing last minute shopping and then preparing several dishes for tomorrow’s holiday family dinner. They were hosting a small gathering with the kids, both Mike and Chester’s parents and of course all three of the boys’ mothers.

Mike was right. He, Tyler and Draven had completely annihilated the kitchen making homemade chocolate chip cookies whilst Mike had battled both Jaime and Isaiah on the newly purchased Playstation 3. It was not entirely his fault that Tyler had eaten so many cookies. He had just looked so freaking cute, laughing, giggling and clapping hands from his place standing on the barstool pulled up to the center island in the kitchen. His two, nearly three-year-old son had just stared up at him with those familiar obviously inherited Bennington dark eyes with chocolate smeared across his cheek as the three of them piled cookie batter on the baking sheets together and he had not been able to resist his son’s tiny voice. “Daddy…un more…just un…pweeze?” Just like that, Chester had been undone and granted whatever the tiny creature he had made in his likeness wanted which included the consummation of a ridiculous amount of cookie dough and more than four freshly baked deserts. However, he HAD insisted on at least four ounces of milk to go with it. That was healthy right? That made up for it, no?

“Ches, come on,” Mike said quietly as he packed a black, outdoor trash bag with boxes and stuffing, startling him out of his reflection. “If you keep this up, it will be six am before we get to bed,” he finished as he dropped the full sack and looked down at his boyfriend, absently scratching his stomach under his t-shirt. “I’m so exhausted,” he continued with a yawn followed by an extended stretch with his arms way over his head.

Chester looked up at his best friend of ten years and his lover of now almost three of those ten years and sighed. “I know. I’m just not especially good at all this assembly stuff. Maybe we should have hired someone to help us?” Chester said, rolling onto his back and taking advantage of the thick carpet under him and followed suit with a long stretch as well.

“I like doing this, babe…as a matter of fact; I can’t wait to see the boys’ faces in the morning. Lil T-man is going to squeal like a banshee when he sees his Lego land train set and art easel. And Dravey is gonna loose his mind when he sees the transforming WALL-E and the Power Ranger Operation Overdrive Tracker,” he said excitedly, his now tired brown eyes sparking to life as he looked at Chester.

Reaching for a sip of lukewarm coffee, Chester realized again, Mike was right. He just still felt like he had not recuperated from his back injury this summer and he was still undergoing some intense physical therapy. In addition, they were back in the studio full steam ahead working odd hours writing and recording a new album and doing their best to get back some semblance of a normal life with the boys after a grueling touring schedule over the last two years. He stared at his thumbnail, pulling at it with his teeth for a moment before looking back up at Mike who had wandered over to where their 12 foot Christmas tree stood in all its glory.

It was decorated elaborated with twinkling lights, bows, shiny globes and colorful tinsel. You could no longer see the quilted tree skirt for all the brightly wrapped packages in all shapes and sizes. There were so many in fact, that they were stacked almost four feet tall against the wall as well. Mike had turned on the gas fireplace and the heat from the flickering flames warmed his socked feet, which were dangling near the hearth.

“Jaime is gonna freak too when he sees the beginner Gibson you picked up,” Chester said as he pulled himself up to a seated position, reaching for the train and once again starting to push the plastic pieces together. “He has been on my case non-stop lately about getting him a ‘real’ guitar of his own,” he chuckled as he glanced up from the toy to see Mike standing over by the sofa table, sipping on the milk and dunking the chocolate chip cookie the boys had left for Santa. “‘I don’t want one of yours, Dad. They’re all old and I want my own!’” he mimicked his oldest as he made a face and snapped his head to the side with attitude indicating the full-blown teenager dramatics that was now his adolescent developing son.

“That was actually pretty close to what he looks and sounds like,” Mike commented with a smirk as he laid the half-eaten cookie and partially drank milk on the table so it appeared Santa had been there. Chester laughed sarcastically as he continued building the train, this time the pieces seemingly coming together without difficulty.

“Yeah, well…he’s my kid…what can I say?” Chester retorted back, smiling. “Plus, you know I’m nothing but an angsty teenager trapped in a 30 something year old body anyway…” he said half teasing, his eyes taunting Mike challengingly.

“My point exactly,” Mike said laughingly as he made his way through the path he had just cleared to begin opening the guitar box.

“You must like angsty teenagers then…” he retorted with an eyebrow raised, watching Mike pull the brand new electric blue Gibson guitar from its box. Mike huffed with another eye roll, biting his lower lip as he placed the guitar across his lap.

“I guess I must…” he remarked, meeting Chester’s eyes, placing the guitar pick in his teeth. For a long moment, the two stared at each other, the firelight illuminating their dark eyes.

“In fact,” Chester continued as he put the Lego train down and crawled through crumpled paper and over a noisy sheet of bubble wrap toward Mike on his hands and knees. “I think you might even love them,” he said, but this time his voice had a husky quality that only Mike was privileged to hear. Mike watched Chester coming toward him, their eyes connected now heatedly, neither willing to let go. He took the pick from between his teeth as Chester neared and he licked his lips in anticipation, his belly lurching at the sight of his boyfriend inching seductively closer.

“That could very well be,” Mike whispered as Chester reached him and they now faced each other, nose to nose. “You are awfully confident though,” Mike continued now that Chester was directly in front of him and his breath was ghosting over his skin. The combination of coffee, chocolate and something sublimely Chester was intoxicating.

“Mmmm, I am…” Chester admitted as he touched his nose to Mike’s cheek, nuzzling his thick beard and hushing more breath over toward his ear. “I’m confident because I’ve had a lot of practice when it comes to you,” Chester teased as he made his way toward Mike’s ear, feeling his lover’s body stiffening in response to his ministrations. He loved the way Mike smelled, so clean and masculine, it never ceased to arouse him. He brushed his lips over the shell of Mike’s ear, whispering into the sensitive crevice, “should I not be?”

Mike shivered, his eyes drifting shut and his hands losing his grasp on the neck of the guitar, feeling it slide from his lap. “You have every reason to feel confident,” Mike answered, his throat dry creating a croaking sound to his words. Chester smiled despite himself as he let the tip of his tongue trail down behind Mike’s ear and neck. He felt Mike swallow forcefully and could now see his boyfriend’s chest rising and falling quicker.

Chuckling under his breath, Chester found the most sensitive area of Mike’s neck with his tongue and stopped. It was just along the left side of his neck where his shoulder connected with the nape of his neck. He felt Mike physically gasp as he hovered there, kissing repeatedly, letting his tongue lave the area, preparing him for what was to come. Opening his mouth, Chester began to suckle the area, nipping with his teeth, tender at first and becoming more aggressive as he himself became fully aroused.

“Babe…” Mike rasped, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. “I-ss this y-your way of getting out of finishing all this work?” He stuttered, his voice now raw and broken. Chester smiled through his focus on Mike’s neck and moved back, only to lock eyes, seeing that they were now dark ebony and smoky with desire.

“That depends,” Chester whispered as he looked down at Mike sucking on his lower lip, watching as it plumped under his obvious agitation.

“On?” Mike whispered softly, keeping his eyes glued with Chester’s.

“You,” Chester responded as he nuzzled Mike’s cheek again, burying it in the soft, dark facial hair, inhaling deeply.

“Me?” Mike croaked incredulously, his eyes springing wide from their hooded position.

“Yeah,” Chester replied as he pushed the guitar out of Mike’s lap and started to crawl onto him, effectively pushing his lover back toward the carpet to cover his body with his. Mike held out a hand to keep Chester from coming any closer.

“Wait…” Mike stopped him, his fingers spread on Chester’s shoulder, halting his movements.

“No,” Chester grated as he quickly took Mike’s damp lips in a fusing, open-mouthed kiss. Mike gasped at the intrusion thus allowing Chester to deepen the kiss instantly, tangling their tongues and easing Mike onto his back. The living room filled with noisy, furious kissing and panted breath as Chester engaged his lover in a passionate embrace. Mike whimpered under the dominance, taken by surprise while Chester slid his fingers into his hair and suckled his lower lip roughly.

“Oh god…” Mike rasped as Chester sank between his legs and their groins pressed intimately together. “C…” he whispered hoarsely, pressing his rapidly growing erection into Chester’s hip, now breathless for air. Chester did not wait for more encouragement as he shoved Mike’s t-shirt up and dragged his mouth and hot tongue down Mike’s neck toward his newly exposed chest. He wasted no time as he encircled one flat cocoa-colored disc with his tongue and suckled it to a hard bud. Mike bucked underneath him, moaning softly as he squirmed.

Chester reveled in the response of his lover under him as he continued nosing downward, stopping to lave and tickle Mike’s navel with his lips and tongue. His hands immediately went to the button fly of his faded denim jeans, yanking them open, successfully creating a cascade of buttons pulling apart. He was breathless and the moment he inhaled the concentrated scent of his lover mixed with laundry detergent he gasped aloud. “Baby…” Chester cried out, immediately seeking and finding Mike’s fully erect cock in his boxers with his mouth. He stroked his tongue up and down the length through the soft knit of his underwear before sucking the entire head of his dick into his mouth, boxers and all.

“Jesus fuck Ches!” Mike cried out, lifting his head off the carpet to gaze down at his boyfriend and threaded his fingers into Chester’s hair. Chester pulled off the head, Mike’s underwear now saturated with his saliva and his lover’s pre-cum. “We really shouldn’t do this here…we aren’t alone Chester…the boys...they could wake…holy fuck…” Mike whined, his head falling back and hitting the carpet with a thud as Chester slid his hand into Mike’s boxers, wrapping his warm fingers around his cock and immediately, without warning slid the hot, throbbing length down his throat deeply.

Mike gasped, his entire body jolting from Chester’s surprise attack and now quivering with pleasure. Chester looked up at Mike as he stroked the silky patch of hair below Mike’s navel and bobbed slowly up and down, hallowing his cheeks and sucking with fervor. He loved the way Mike twisted and hissed, his eyes tightly shut, his lower lip bitten between his teeth, his brow furrowed as if in pain almost when he admonished him with such attention. He could never get enough of his lover and even now, almost three years into their relationship, things in this department hadn’t slowed down in the slightest.

Running the flat of his tongue along the underside of Mike’s saliva glistening cock, he watched the bright red head weep endlessly. He nibbled using mostly lips along the vein coursing down the side before circling the oozing slit with the tip of his tongue, pushing just inside before incorporating the entirety of his lover again. Mike was really writhing at this point, using pressure to Chester’s head, showing him he wanted it harder, faster. Chester complied and slid Mike’s cock in and out of his mouth, taking him deeper each time until he was repeatedly smacking the back of his throat with the sensitive head.

He could feel Mike’s thighs shaking and he could feel the quake of his lower belly under his smoothing fingers. Slurping off, he wiggled up Mike’s body, leaving his position between Mike’s legs to meld their mouths together. A languid kiss ensued as they stroked tongues deep within each other’s mouths, muffling moans and groans of pleasure and stimulation. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at his listless boyfriend. “I want you to fuck me,” Chester whispered between kisses as he began tugging on Mike’s lip. “Right here…right now…”

“Ches…” Mike said, his tone almost a whimper. “Lets go to the bedroom, I’m so afraid the boys are gonna wake up and find us in this compromising scenario,” he continued, leaning his head over, giving Chester access to more of his neck. Chester licked and kissed his neck, suckling his ear lobe.

“The sofa is blocking the entry,” Chester insisted, “we would hear them coming down the stairs baby…its ok…” he whispered as he sat up, astride Mike’s hips and began running his hands up and down Mike’s bare chest, tweaking his nipples and fingering the small patch of dark hair below his navel. “I can’t wait any longer,” Chester gasped, licking his lips as he eased the blue plaid flannel pj bottoms down, taking one leg out of them before starting to rock his groin toward Mike’s. He groaned when Mike’s hands slid under his t-shirt and began to pet his torso, fingering his nipples into buds and rubbing his belly.

“Mmm…god your body feels good,” Mike hissed as he cupped Chester’s bottom with his hands and squeezed the doughy flesh, pulling it rhythmically toward his naked cock, laying pitifully on his abdomen down underneath. Chester closed his eyes as he thrusted down against Mike, their erections now pressing together. Chester bit his lower lip aggressively, his belly trembling from the friction they were making with their bodies. He could feel himself oozing excitedly when Mike let go of his bottom with one hand and began to stroke him.

“Yess…” Chester groaned as he pushed into Mike’s fist, rubbing his sacs and bottom over his boyfriend’s erection repeatedly. “I want you inside me,” Chester rasped as he continued his motions, heightening his arousal further. “I want you to cum so hard inside me…” he cried out as he met Mike’s eyes seductively, his dark orbs smoldering with desire. Mike’s hand increased its pace on Chester’s cock, sliding in the slippery secretions.

“Fuck Ches…let’s do it…please…I can’t take this much longer…” Mike grated as he arched his hips up toward Chester’s bottom as his heavy cock slid back and forth between his lover’s cheeks erotically. Raising an eyebrow at Mike’s pleading and watching as Mike let go of his cock long enough to suck a couple of fingers into his mouth, wetting them and pulling a long filament of saliva from his lips. Chester lifted onto his knees so that Mike could prepare him properly to be fucked senseless.

Easing down onto Mike’s seeking finger, he growled at the delicious burn rippling through his body. He fucking loved Mike inside of him, he thought as he began to ride those long musician’s fingers now plunging repeatedly inside of him. “You are so fucking hot babe…” Mike rasped as he resumed stroking Chester’s cock but also still fucking him thickly with three fingers now.

Chester whimpered, throwing his head back as he rode Mike’s hand and thrusted into his fist. His chest was heaving with panted breath now. “Oh god, Mike…enough!” he said briskly reaching for his lover’s wrist and pulling at it. “Please just fuck me…” he begged, “I need it...I need you..” he continued as tugged at Mike’s wrist, finally freeing his body of Mike’s decadent fingers and reaching behind him, lining Mike’s cock up with his body.

Meeting Mike’s eyes, he slowly settled down, easing his bottom onto Mike’s leaking cock. He watched as Mike closed his eyes tightly and stretched his head backward in ecstasy. “Fuck…” Mike growled as Chester enveloped him with his tight heat, taking his entirety down in one swift movement.

“Ahh…Mike…god I love you inside me…” he whispered as he began to buck his hips, sliding up and down on his lover, beginning to feel feverish with arousal.

“I love ‘being’ inside you…” Mike rasped as he began pumping his hips back against Chester’s bottom, fucking him slowly and leisurely, enjoying the sensation, often rotating himself inside so that he touched that intimate bundle of nerves deep within.

“Please don’t ever stop…” Chester gasped as he began picking up the pace, feeling Mike flickering across his prostate now repeatedly. “Oh shit…just like that…just fucking like that…” he encouraged as Mike began to pull his erection rapidly.

Chester could hardly breathe as Mike began meeting each of his downward pushes, thrusting so deep, he thought his vision would black completely. His entire body shook with pending release as he squeezed Mike’s hips with his inner thighs and rocked his bottom repetitively, stopping ever so often to slide almost completely off and then back down again roughly.

“Never…” Mike said as he began fucking him harder, their bodies slapping noisily together, the sucking sounds of their union filling the room along with the crackling fire burning nearby. “I’ll never stop…” he promised as he squeezed his eyes shut, not slowing his pace, bouncing Chester’s smaller body on his hips with each thrust.

Chester leaned over Mike, bracing his hands on either side of his boyfriend’s shoulders as he rode him hard, meeting every pound of their bodies with a grunt. He bit his lip as Mike thumbed the head of his weeping cock collecting the thick, sticky fluid and smoothing it back and forth over the sensitive slit. Chester panted heavily as he neared his release, his hips now bucking to take every inch of his lover repeatedly.

“Oh fuck…fuck…” Chester cried lowly, his voice strained and husky. “T-that’s gonna make me cum,” he grated as Mike pushed against his prostate rapidly. “Fuck baby…” he cursed as he felt his belly lurching. “Mike…fuck…yesss…” he grated as his body drew taut and his cock erupted ropes of hot, sticky cum onto Mike’s stomach, over his fisted hand. Chester moaned and panted as Mike pulled him through his orgasm, his lover not stopping his rhythmic pace burying deeply inside him.

“Fuck Ches…” Mike moaned aloud, his body squirming underneath the warm mess of cum that his lover had just bestowed onto him. “Me too…” he hissed, “I’m cumming too…Ches…oh fucking god…” Mike finished, his body stiffening as he shoved deep inside of his lover’s bottom. “I love you baby…” he cried, his head twisting to the side as he rode his orgasm out, filling Chester’s body with his sweet life essence.

Chester continued to push down on Mike’s jetting cock, feeling his lover paint his insides with warm, sweet liquid, making the penetrations noisier and much more slippery. His eyes rolled back in his head as he enjoyed the feeling of Mike cumming inside him. He couldn’t stop rotating his hips, letting the slick, wet fluid leak out of his body. “Fuck I love it when you cum inside me…” he mused as he leaned over, pressing his belly into the puddle of his own release pooled on Mike and not daring to let Mike pull out yet.

He covered his mouth with Mike’s and kissed him deeply, letting his tongue explore the inside of Mike’s mouth lovingly, absorbing the whimpers and post orgasmic cries emitting from his lover. Chester reveled in their joined warm bodies as he kissed his lover, knowing he would never kiss or love anyone the way he loved Mike again in his life.

Pulling back out of the kiss, Chester waited until Mike’s tired eyes met his. “Merry Christmas baby,” Chester whispered softly, looking down at his best friend and lover. “I love you so very much,” he continued, brushing his knuckles against Mike’s bearded cheek.

“Merry Christmas Ches,” Mike replied as he cupped Chester’s face with both hands, bringing their lips together again, obviously still enjoying their bodily connection, messy as it was. “I’ll love you forever,” he whispered honestly, his mouth hovering close to Chester’s as he nuzzled their noses together.

“Forever…” Chester echoed, wondering if life could get any better than this; his four beautiful sons sleeping upstairs, his amazing lover and partner satiated underneath him, the career and life accomplishments that one could only dream possible. Doubtful, he thought silently. Life could definitely not get any better than this.

FIN