Ekenezer let out a low whistle as Nathan entered the room. Dressed in a black tuxedo with a shiny red cummerbund and a matching bow tie, he was a vision of male perfection.
Nathan spun in a slow circle with his arms out as he approached Ekenezer. "Like it?"
"You look very nice." He slid his arms around Nathan's waist. "Although I think you always look nice."
"So do you." Nathan ran his hands up and down Ekenezer's own tux jacket.
Ekenezer shrugged. Truth be told, a Christmas concert was the last place he wanted to be tonight. He'd rather spend his night at home, in the state he'd become accustomed to: dressed in a pair of shorts and nothing else, with his wings out. But Nathan's father had bought them the tickets at great expense. The least they could do was go. He wiggled his shoulders, wings itchy.
"I appreciate you coming with me," Nathan murmured as though reading his thoughts.
"I am your guardian, after all." Ekenezer kissed Nathan's forehead. "There's nothing I'd rather do."
"Nothing?" Nathan asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"Well, maybe there's something, but that can wait until after the concert."
Nathan pushed Ekenezer's hand down to his cock. "I'm not sure it can."
Ekenezer made a gentle fist and smiled as Nathan arched and moaned. "It'll have to." He let go and stepped back. "Come. We're already late."
Nathan's cock was still pleasantly half hard by hour three of the Never-Ending Christmas Concert From Hell. He squirmed in his seat as the choir entered yet another bar of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen." I'll rest after I get to pound some heavenly angel ass, he mused to himself.
Beside him, Ekenezer sat enthralled, watching the singers with intensity, following their every gesture and sway, his eyes moist. An irrational surge of jealously twisted Nathan's guts and he reached over to squeeze Ekenezer's hand.
Ekenezer glanced at him, then looked back at the stage. He must've caught a glimpse of something in Nathan's eyes though, for he quickly swiveled his head back around. "What's wrong?"
Ah. What a fortunate misinterpretation! Nathan seized the moment as an idea came to him. Perhaps everything didn't have to wait until after the concert. He ran a finger under the edge of his collar and feigned a headache. "I need some air," he whispered.
Ekenezer nodded and stood immediately. He helped Nathan stand--Nathan laid it on a little thick by leaning on his arm as they walked. Ekenezer headed toward the staircase leading down to the main door, but Nathan stopped him.
"I don't think I can take the street noise. Let's go out there." He pointed to a balcony on the right.
Ekenezer led the way, one arm around Nathan, eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, in full protector mode. Out on the balcony, Nathan headed for the furthest, darkest corner.
Nathan cut off Ekenezer's question, spinning him around and pressing him against the wall. "I've been thinking about this all night." He quickly unbuttoned Ekenezer's slacks, knelt, and reached inside Ekenezer's boxers, puling out his cock.
"What're you…Oh!" Ekenezer let out a moan as Nathan began sucking and pulling in a slow rhythm. Nathan curled his tongue around Ekenezer's cock, sliding it up and down, teasing the little slit on the underside. He rubbed and cupped Ekenezer balls, rolling them back and forth gently in his palms.
"Nathan…" Ekenezer tangled his fingers in Nathan's hair, gently holding Nathan's head hostage as he bucked his hips, thrusting his cock deep into Nathan's throat.
In the background, the choir began the first verse of "O Holy Night." Nathan closed his lips tight and hummed along. That did it--Ekenezer's grip tightened and he shuddered, his spend filling Nathan's mouth. Nathan milked and swallowed every drop, then stood, licking his lips as he tucked Ekenezer's cock back where it belonged. He slid his arms around Ekenezer's neck and pulled his angel's head down for a long, deep kiss.
"What…was that for?" Ekenezer asked breathlessly as Nathan broke the kiss.
"Just thought I'd give you an early Christmas present." He chuckled, running his fingers along the red flush that had crept up to cover Ekenezer's cheeks. "You don't have to reciprocate until we get home, of course."
Ekenezer nodded quickly. "That's good!" He cast a glance skyward. "I can't believe you hummed "O Holy Night" while you…" He gestured vaguely to the area of his crotch.
Nathan pulled him close and kissed him gently. "Every night with you is a holy night. I think things like holy crap…how'd I get this lucky? Or holy hell don't stop touching me." He grinned as Ekenezer's face went through four more shades of red.
They walked back into the auditorium and reclaimed their seats. Ekenezer wrapped his arm around Nathan's shoulders and started running his fingers along the sensitive flesh of Nathan's neck. Nathan shivered. "You know what that does to me," he hissed softly.
"I do." Ekenezer nodded, gaze fixed on the stage.
Nathan sighed happily. Holy night indeed!