A Christmas Coincidence - 2. Chapter 2

Once the gifts were back under the tree, Brett grabbed Vincent's wrists, pinned his palms to the floor with his knees, then pulled a pair of leather padded cuffs from under the sofa cushion and buckled them around his boyfriend's wrists. The giggling redhead wrapped his arms around his captive's ankles, then after making sure his feet weren't within reach, he pulled the socks from the squirming feet, his tongue slipped in and out of the spaces between the lollipop like toes, and he gently nibbled the pads.

"Oh, fuck!"

The ticklish man's high-pitched squeals and melodic giggles filled the room as his body bucked and rolled side to side, and his jeans-clad legs pushed and pulled, trying to dislodge his trapped feet.

"Coochie, coochie," Brett teased in a sing-song giggly tone.

"Not the fucking coochies."

Vincent's back arched, and laughter rose in octave and volume when manicured fingernails lightly scratched along his pale, silky soles, across the balls of his feet, and the bases of his flexing toes. Brett stopped tickling, retrieved another pair of cuffs, and restrained his boyfriend's ankles. Both of them were getting worked up as their stretched jeans displayed matching six and seven-inch long horizontal bulges. The snickering redhead slowly licked the bare soles, causing his victim's boyish squeals and moans of ticklish pleasure. He slipped a blindfold over his mate's eyes, stood up, threw the restrained man over his shoulder, and carried him down to the basement.

The finished basement had three spacious bedrooms, each with an en suite bathroom. The walls of the great room were a warm light coffee color, recessed ceiling pot lights illuminated the space, and a plush tan Berber carpet covered the wood grain laminate flooring. A full-service bar was to the right of the carpeted steps. A Corinthian leather sectional sofa sat in the middle of the room, facing a gas fireplace, with a big screen TV mounted on the wall. One of the bedrooms was Brett's office for his tax business, with its own entrance, which was added as soon as the purchase was finalized. The second room was a guest room, and the third was a soundproof playroom with a rotating and tilting St. Andrew's Cross, a king-sized four-poster canopy bed with flowing royal purple silk drapery and padded leather cuffs attached to the posts, an armoire full of costumes, a small fridge with a microwave beside it, a floor-to-ceiling cabinet filled with various massage oils, lubes, condoms, poppers, multiple cups with feathers and other items for tickling in them, and a sliding door opened into the four-season sun room and hot tub.

When they got to the great room, the dark-haired captive was lowered to the floor and released so Brett and Vincent could undress each other. The men wrapped their arms around one another, then like a magnet to metal, lips locked in a passion-filled kiss, nude bodies pressed together, and hands caressed and gently rubbed bare flesh. Vincent's index and middle fingertips slowly and lightly stroked up and down the center of his boyfriend's spine. He chuckled, and the redhead squealed and giggled into each other's mouth while Brett's body squirmed and tried to break the embrace trapping him.

"What's wrong, my sweet and sexy red-haired teddy bear?"

"You know that's a major spot on me."

"I know, and I love it when you're my helpless giggling and squealing little boy."

"Your helpless boy has to pee."

Brett squeaked when his ass cheeks were pinched and giggled when his body was slung over his man's shoulder. He was carried through the playroom and was put down in the three-piece bathroom.

Vincent opened the door of the glassed-in, three-person shower stall, then bowed and said, "After you, my beautiful one."

"You're too kind, my good sir," Brett said. He shook his head and chuckled as he walked into the stall, followed by his lover.

After the door was closed, the two stood face to face, with their arms on each other's shoulders. Another passionate kiss was shared while warm urine flowed from the hardening cocks, rinsing their lower bodies.

Brett bent his knees, scooped his man into his arms, and carried the giggling brunette to the bed. He gently lowered the brunette onto the mattress, rolled him on his stomach, and restrained his wrists and ankles with the padded cuffs. "My little boy's so cute when he's helpless," he teased.

Vincent's body squirmed and boyishly giggled when the familiar warm tongue licked across his soles. His eyes widened, he gasped, then softly whimpered, and started humping the bed as his mate's mouth devoured and suckled all five of his left foot's toes, then switched to his right foot. His body writhed and shivered with the anticipation of sexual gratification as Brett's magical and talented tongue bathed the back of his legs. When the tongue playfully flicked along the bottom crease of his ass cheeks, high-pitched squealing giggles and laughs filled the room. The second he felt fingertips lightly tickling his plump ass while simultaneously getting rimmed, the volume of his vocal reaction increased, his body bucked up and down as much as the restraints allowed, and his ass clenched and unclenched.

"Holy fuck, Brett, I'm gonna shoot."

"Me too," Brett said while releasing his lover.

The men got into a sixty-nine position, sucking and playing with each other's assholes and balls. Vincent's head tilted back, he released a primal grunt, and his partner swallowed the healthy spurts of thick, warm protein. After another minute or two, Brett's seed shot down the throat of his boyfriend and was deposited into his stomach. "I love you, babe," they said.

Vincent smirked as he straddled Brett's waist, grabbed and kept his wrists pinned to the mattress with one hand while he buckled the cuffs around them.

"Vince," Brett said, already giggling. His body squirmed, his arms pulled against the restraints, and his toes flexed in anticipation of the coming tickles. He didn't have to wait long because a second or two later, fingers wiggled and lightly stroked the hollows of his exposed armpits. Instantly, his head pounded the pillow under it, and boisterous laughter flowed freely.

"Coochie, coochie, my helpless little boy."

Vincent giggled and licked his lips, then moved down a little, blew raspberries on the bare stomach, and slipped his tongue in and around the walls of his captive's deep belly button crevice.

"Oh, fuck," Brett squealed as his lower back arched and his legs slid back and forth along the bed sheets. "You're evil," he hollered in a high-pitched tone.

"Oh, you think so, huh?"

"Fuck! Umm, no."

"I think you need to see evil, baby boy."

Vincent jumped from the bed, went to the cabinet, pulled out a hairbrush and massage oil, and returned to his victim. He restrained his mate's ankles, coated the pale soles with a generous amount of the oil, and waved the brush back and forth as he looked back at the quaking redhead.

"Oh shit!"

Within minutes, loud shrieks and howling laughter poured from the parted lips of Brett as his body bucked and rocked with every slow stroke of the plastic bristles that traveled over his vulnerable and helpless bare feet. Knowing his boyfriend couldn't take much of the extreme ticklish treatment, Vincent stopped the tickling after two minutes. He released his panting and sweat-soaked lover, then pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, and after getting him to sit up, he helped the redhead slowly sip the cold liquid.

"That was sooo brutal and awesome," Brett exclaimed.

"Not too much?"

"Nope, I trusted you to know when to stop. You're the only guy I've been with who's ever enjoyed tickling me."

Vincent pulled his man into a loving embrace, then kissed his cheek, and said, "Until I met you, I had never thought about tickling being sexual. I only tickled and got tickled playfully, or if there was some reason, like getting someone to do or say something or them wanting the same from me."

"My brother and nephew are really ticklish too. As kids, Trev and I would tickle attack each other, especially in the morning," Brett chuckled from the memory.

"I'm gonna miss you over the holiday. I'm hoping we can find time to get together."

"I'll miss you too, Vinny. Our time together is so amazing. There's never been another person who makes me smile when I'm sad, gets me turned on so intensely, or cuddles me whenever I want or need physical closeness."

The couple chuckled as they dried each other's tears and kissed. They got out of bed, grabbed towels from the linen closet in the bathroom, and savored the long shower. They dressed, shared another passionate kiss, and said I love you before Vincent left, carefully carrying his gift.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Brett pulled his yellow, fully loaded, Twenty-Twenty-Two Nissan Xterra into the parking lot of a neighborhood diner. He chuckled when he saw Vincent's pearl-beige 2023 Hyundai Santa Fe parked beside him. He opened the door, got as close as possible to the slightly shorter brunette, and very lightly blew across the tip of his ear.

"What the..." Vincent squealed as his body shivered and uselessly tried to cover his manhood's sudden appearance. He turned, ready to go off on the person behind him, and gasped when he saw Brett leaning on the door frame, laughing like a hyena and pointing at him.

"That was sooo freakin' awesome," Brett said between his laughter.

"You're so lucky we're in public, or else I'd have you on the floor, writhing and screaming in ticklish agony," the chuckling brunette countered as he pulled his mate into a one-armed hug, giving the squealing and struggling redhead a noogie. "Did you know I'd be here," he asked after releasing his lover.

"Nope, this is my favorite place to eat when I don't cook. I'm also picking up some pies. One for my brother's house, one's going to my grandparents, and one to take to the party on Christmas Eve."

Vincent laughed, then said, "This is my go-to spot, and I'm also picking up pies."

"Have you noticed the coincidences are piling up this holiday?"

"Eating in or Carryout," the hostess asked.

The pair silently agreed on a choice, and Vincent said, "Table for two, and we're both getting pies to go, please."

"Back to your earlier question, babe. Now that I think about it, there seem to be a lot of coincidences."

The men ordered the same breakfast plate, and after a pleasant, leisurely meal, Brett paid the check, and Vincent left the tip. Before leaving, they chose different desserts from the lighted, spinning pie rack to break up the similarities of the holiday. After finding out they were taking the same route and deciding that one should follow the other in case of an emergency along the almost two-hour-long drive, the guys shared a quick kiss, got in their SUVs, and headed for the highway.

The couple used their vehicles' hands-free Bluetooth to talk to each other and complain about the other travelers' bad driving habits. Luckily, they were good drivers because halfway between Boston and Newport, the guys had a nasty scare when a black sedan drifted into Brett's lane without signaling and driving so slowly that the redhead had to slam on his brakes to avoid a collision, which made Vincent come close to ramming his boyfriend's bumper.

Even though they were safe and there was no damage, the close call rattled them enough to pull off at the rest area, two exits away. They parked side by side, and then Vincent jumped out of his Santa Fe, following his mate into the men's room. After relieving themselves, they walked back and climbed into the Xterra.

"Holy shit, I almost pissed myself," Brett admitted as he sipped his water and let his boyfriend's embrace comfort and calm him.

"You're not the only one, babe."

The red and dark-haired men shared a quick kiss and hug, and Vincent got into his vehicle and drove back to the highway with Brett behind him.

"This is where we separate, babe," Vincent said, turning off at the next exit.

"Thanks for being my driving mate, babe. I'd have been a wreck without you."

"Anytime you need me, I'll be there, my sexy teddy bear."

"Have fun, and call me this evening."

"Will do, babe. I love you."

"Love you more, be safe."

The author's not responsible but will love being tickled for any stiff appendages that may arise. 
 
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