(for roseyissouthparktrash)
Merry Christmas, Rosey! I hope you’ve had a great day! You requested something sexy, but since it’s Christmas I couldn’t help but make it a little cute too, pfft! I still hope you enjoy it though!
Of all the ways Kyle imagined his first holiday season spent with Eric as a couple, the last thing he would have thought – or even wanted – was this: Christmas in Nebraska at Eric’s grandpa’s house. After all, his first visit there as a child hardly inspired him to go back. He had been apprehensive when Eric had first mentioned it, but agreed to go nonetheless. He was starting to regret that decision now, though felt wretched for doing so. Relationships are about compromise, and even though Stan and Kenny were quick to draw worried, well-meaning conclusions, Eric was actually getting good at compromising. In fact, he was mastering a lot of the skills needed to be a good boyfriend.
He had handled Hanukah with Kyle’s family well, although the odds definitely weren’t stacked in his favour. Eric’s relationship with his parents was precarious at best, he had no idea what they were even celebrating, and had in fact mocked Kyle relentlessly during this time of year when they were children. As primary witness to Eric’s bettering of himself and his increasing maturity, Kyle had forgiven him for that. Besides, the soft, earnest words of affection Eric shared with him when they were alone, and every generous, romantic gesture Kyle received were effective salves on those once stinging childhood wounds. Kyle’s parents – his mom in particular – were not so quick to forgive and forget. And yet by the end of the week they were charmed by him, and Kyle could see how committed to the role of polite, doting boyfriend Eric was. He figured spending Christmas with Eric’s family was an appropriate trade-off.
They went straight to Eric’s old house after Hanukah, greeted by a delighted Liane who had thrown her arms around both of them when they arrived. Kyle was making compromises before they had even left town, sitting in the back seat so Liane could sit next to Eric while he drove them to Nebraska. He didn’t mind though, and even joined in with the driving songs this time. Kyle had been briefly fooled that this trip wouldn’t be so bad.
But it became clear that Eric’s family were not exactly thrilled that he had bought his boyfriend along. They were civil enough, Kyle supposed, though he would have liked some eye contact and a smile when they shook his hand. In fact, if they had a problem with him Kyle would have preferred it if they just came out and said it, so he wouldn’t be playing an impossible game of trying to please them. Still, Kyle tried to shrug it off, putting that disheartening feeling down to sensitivity on his part, maybe even defensiveness. That is, until he and Eric discovered they were to sleep in the guest room with twin beds. Eric protested and his mom hastily suggested they switch rooms. Although they had secured a double bed, Kyle still felt it was a hollow victory, one that didn’t further his cause and was a blow to his pride. He still wished he had stood up for himself, not placing the responsibility on Eric and his mom.
More hollow victories were to be won during discussions of politics around the dinner table or in the living room. The political views of Eric’s family were rather different to Kyle’s own, and although he had presented eloquent arguments Kyle didn’t find that usual rush of relief he would feel after having stood up for his beliefs. Steely, resentful eyes across the table pierced him and he would hate how he was partly responsible for feeling so alienated. Because he was an outsider, despite Eric being a unifying presence for them all. Kyle was clinging onto him for dear life amongst his rowdy family.
Although only he, Eric and Liane were staying over, Eric’s aunts and uncles occupied the house from morning to evening, still as loud and obnoxious as Kyle remembered. Eric and Liane were the only people Kyle could have a conversation with without it being strained and stressful, without worrying he would slip up, but even they were preoccupied with catching up with their relatives. Kyle didn’t want to complain, so sat on the sidelines, cradling a drink and trying his hardest not to look completely lost. Sure, Eric would send a reassuring smile, or amusing roll of the eyes Kyle’s way when an aunt or an uncle kept him talking; or he would put a hand on Kyle’s knee during dinner and back Kyle’s point up even if Kyle knew his own political views were more aligned with his relatives. But Kyle wanted more than brief, fortifying gestures of solidarity, and quiet, stolen moments of privacy. He wanted trips to ice rinks, and afternoons spent baking, and long walks in the snow, and cuddling on the couch whilst watching Christmas movies. He wanted all those sweet, mushy things that couples do at Christmas, especially when things were still new between them. They hadn’t had the chance to do any of those things during their first Christmas together. They had spent an evening wrapping presents together in his apartment, bickering and laughing and kissing. It may have seemed like an unremarkable night, but Kyle was yearning for it now.
Kyle had always believed in the importance of family – potential in-laws included. That’s why he wanted so desperately to impress Eric’s family, and was feeling more downtrodden and frustrated every day that it just wasn’t happening. He knew he wanted to go the distance with Eric, to commit to him, to spend the rest of his life with him. They had only been dating eight months, but had known each other their entire lives. Kyle, elated and assured, didn’t have to doubt it was right. He and Eric would create their own family one day, so surely that meant he should cherish and seize any moments where it was just the two of them? Surely those moments were just as important as any other familial obligation? But Kyle had perhaps lost that opportunity now the holiday season was almost over. He was disappointed that he had missed his chance, and he missed Eric too. They could be in the same room, be lying next to each other in bed, and Kyle would still ache for him.
It was Christmas morning, and Kyle had woken up to the sound of doors being slammed, raised, excited voices, and ‘merry Christmas!’ being thrown around like confetti downstairs. It exhausted him already, and right now staying in bed and being a Grinch seemed like the preferable option. But then a thick, warm arm wrapped around his waist and squeezed. He smiled despite himself.
“Kyle?” Eric whispered, his lips brushing behind Kyle’s ear. “Are you awake?”
He nodded, pulling at the duvet as he turned around to face Eric. His irritation upon waking melted under the warmth of Eric’s lazy smile and bright eyes, that sparkle Kyle remembered from childhood. When Eric would chatter about some brilliant new scheme, or brag about a shiny, new toy, that sparkle was always there.
“Merry Christmas,” he said.
“Merry Christmas,” Kyle replied, before closing the gap between them with a kiss.
Eric readily responded, lips parting to capture Kyle’s mouth and their tongues soon met. Kyle gasped when Eric’s cool fingers slipped under his shirt and met his skin, warm from being under the covers. He hooked his leg around Eric’s waist and dared to draw him closer. After days of deprivation, of swift, chaste kisses, Kyle felt like a rebounding addict who had no clue how to pace themselves. He had no idea how much he would miss digging his fingers into Eric’s soft skin, being braced in his strong arms, or hearing the honeyed, passionate noises that dripped from his lips and that Kyle could almost taste on his own. He knew that he should pull away, get out of bed, and greet everyone downstairs. But when he was in Eric’s arms, with his lips right in front of him, and their tiny gasps and whimpers were floating around the room and engulfing his senses, Kyle couldn’t find it in himself to relinquish this.
They hadn’t had sex since Hanukah and even then they had to be mindful of how much noise they were making, with Ike’s room on one side of the wall and Kyle’s parents on the other. It wasn’t as if Kyle was constantly horny, or that he needed to fuck Eric twice a day, but he liked knowing that mornings such as these could lead anywhere. Kyle knew he could get stuck in his head, in other people’s business, but when he made love to Eric he completely abandoned his thoughts. Especially during the beginning of their relationship, when everyone thought he was crazy to be dating Eric in the first place. Eric’s touch was liberating, putting to rest all of Kyle’s doubts and worries. He wished that was possible now, but he could still hear everyone downstairs. They had to think twice now, about awkward, red-faced encounters and mortifying intrusions. They had to be considerate.
“We should probably go downstairs,” Kyle said when he pulled away. “Everybody will be expecting us.”
Eric’s lips were glistening, and his lidded eyes were drawn to Kyle’s mouth. They were breathing in unison, exchanging thin, ragged breaths.
“Kyle, there’s like ten of them down there, all tipsy on my grandad’s eggnog, and wanting to get their hands on all those presents under the tree,” he replied. “They probably haven’t noticed we’re still up here.”
Kyle smiled, seizing any excuse. He didn’t want to argue with Eric, he just wanted to kiss him again. He pressed their lips together once more and Eric didn’t miss a beat, tongue sliding into Kyle’s mouth. Kyle, meanwhile, slid his hand below the covers, grasping Eric’s shirt. He jolted when Eric’s hand travelled up his thigh. The pressure he applied was firm and commanding, but his teasing fingers were indecisive. He stroked Kyle’s leg, toying between running his fingers down Kyle’s groin to reach his crotch or to grope at his ass. Kyle wanted to demand him to make up his mind, but decided if Eric could tease then so could he. He pulled away from Eric’s lips.
“Don’t you wanna open your presents too?” Kyle asked, praying that Eric would say no.
Eric didn’t give it a second thought, cupping Kyle’s ass.
“It can wait. Besides…” Everything paused. Kyle pulled away again so he could look into Eric’s eyes. “It feels like we haven’t had much alone time together. It sounds stupid because I’ve seen you everyday but I really miss you. I miss this.” Their noses brushed together. “I miss it being just the two of us.”
Kyle sighed, both relieved that he wasn’t the only one who felt this way, and disappointed that Eric had been discontent all this time. He had been persevering to ensure Eric was happy, after all.
“I’ve missed that too,” he replied, stroking Eric’s hair and pressing their foreheads together. “I thought it was just me. I know we have all year to spend together, but Christmas is special, you know?”
Eric blinked. There was a crease in his brow.
“Of course it is! Come on, it’s not just a holiday.” Kyle then softened his voice and lowered his eyes. “It means so much to you. I wanted it to be special.”
“It has been special. You’ve actually made Christmas with my family tolerable.”
Kyle snickered, and shook his head.
“I’ve really been trying,” he said, squeezing Eric’s arm.
“And I feel selfish for complaining-”
“It’s not selfish, it’s sweet,” Eric interjected, grinning. “Who would ever have thought you’d miss my company so much?”
“I know,” Kyle teased. “It’s a shock to me too.”
Eric laughed under his breath and smacked Kyle’s ass. Kyle’s own grin faded when Eric raked his gaze over him, still stroking him. Kyle wanted to know what he was contemplating with those hazy, hungry eyes.
“So what’s it gonna be?” Eric asked. “Are we doing this?”
Before Kyle could answer, Eric pulled him close enough that he could feel his erection through his boxers. Kyle nodded, smashing their lips together so hard that white, crackling stars littered his vision. He pulled Eric on top of him, one hand tugging his hair while the other clutched his shirt. If it wasn’t their deep, hard kiss and grappling tongues making Kyle dizzy, it was Eric grinding his hips on top of him. Kyle writhed and jerked at the cotton friction, deliriously content that Eric was on top of him again. Kyle never thought he would submit to Eric, give himself entirely to his thrall, but the ache of his trembling legs spread wide and the burning, flushed mess he made of his lips was all worth it. Eric’s hands had reached Kyle’s hips and he tugged at his boxers. He sat up to take them off, snatching them from Kyle’s ankles and throwing them on the floor. A sudden, sharp exhilaration stole Kyle’s breath as he watched Eric admire him- pinked, panting and with an obvious bulge in his underwear.
“Shit, did you bring lube?” he asked.
Kyle nodded, mind still hazy and unable to reach his voice.
“Yeah… ” he eventually replied, though the word was wobbly. “It’s in my suitcase.”
A different kind of admiration lit up Eric’s face then, endeared rather than aroused. He snickered, leaning down to peck Kyle’s lips.
“Its shit like this that makes me love how fucking organised you are.” He grinned, kissing Kyle again.
“It was optimism that made me pack it more than anything else.” Kyle smiled, before giving him a nudge. “Just hurry.”
Eric got out of bed and crossed the room to where the suitcase was. While he searched, Kyle sat up and took off his shirt with shaky, impatient hands. He threw back the covers some more and crawled to the edge of the bed, sitting on his knees with his eyes trained on Eric. He felt like he could cum just from the anticipation of it all.
“Yeah, I-” Eric stopped when he turned around and saw Kyle, his mouth agape and eyes roaming over him. He grinned and made his way over the bed slowly. “Damn, you really are eager.”
Kyle nodded and reached out, wrapping his fingers around Eric’s wrist and tugging him forward. He sat up to kiss him, hands finding the hem of Eric’s t-shirt. He lifted his arms compliantly when Kyle pulled it over his head. He clutched Eric’s love handles and kissed down his wide chest, to his soft, round belly, until he reached the waistband of his boxers. He pulled those down and when they pooled at his ankles Eric stepped out of them without protest. Kyle hardly had time to admire Eric naked before he was being shoved onto the mattress and pinned there. The bottle of lube was discarded beside him, tempting and cruel when Eric had a tight grip on Kyle’s wrists. Their lips met, kisses wet, hot, and staccato when they were interspersed with glistening, torrid gasps and urgent, strained moans. Kyle lifted his hips to meet Eric’s enthusiastic thrusts, not exactly dry-humping when both their cocks were slick with pre-cum already. Eric couldn’t resist running his hands all over Kyle so released his wrists, letting Kyle’s hands roam Eric’s writhing back also. He tugged at Kyle’s bottom lip with his teeth before burying his face in Kyle’s neck, nipping and suckling at him there. Although he was covered in Eric, drowning in his scent, and his moans were ringing in his ears, Kyle still wanted more. He wanted to be connected to him, wanted to be filled with him. For just once this week he wanted Eric all to himself.
Eric nodded, blindly grabbing for the bottle of lube and sitting up. He lifted Kyle’s legs and spread them, and even though this wasn’t the first time Kyle had been so exposed in front of him that nerve-wracking, delightful exhilaration caught once more in his throat. Eric applied a generous amount of lube to his index and middle fingers and Kyle was shaking as he watched Eric lower his hand. He gasped and clutched the sheets beneath him when Eric slid his fingers in his opening, involuntarily tightening around him. Silent and undeterred, Eric continued, fingering him in slow, shallow movements. Kyle gently threw his head back, his breathing still laboured but accompanied with whimpers and moans of undeniable pleasure, especially the deeper Eric’s fingers pushed, and he welcomed his increasing speed. Kyle wished he could keep his searing eyes open to savour how flushed, hungry, and hard Eric was. His darkened, golden eyes were fixed on him, colour crawling up his chest.
“Kyle… I can’t wait any longer… are you ready?”
Kyle nodded, and couldn’t help but smile at Eric’s delighted grin. He whined, however, when Eric pulled his fingers out of him. He then lifted Kyle’s legs higher so his knees were almost pressing against his shoulders. Kyle sat up and reached out for the nape of Eric’s neck, pulling them closer so their lips would meet. They tongued at each other’s lips as Eric pushed his cock inside Kyle’s opening. Kyle gasped, throwing his head back to cry out but managing somehow to stop himself. Relieved, overwhelmed tears sprang to his eyes instead, and Eric’s own groans and cries were muffled against his neck as Eric planted sloppy kisses there. Kyle clawed his fingers into Eric’s back as he fucked him slowly at first, teasing him like always and yet giving him what he wanted – letting him savour this perfect intertwinement.
“Like that?” Eric murmured, hot and breathless.
Kyle nodded, but knew they had to be quick. Despite cherishing this intimate moment, he wanted quick and rough. He wanted to lie next to Eric afterwards and feel all the stress of this week run off his trembling, slick body.
When it came to sex, Eric always obeyed Kyle’s pleads and wants without question. He picked up his pace so suddenly that Kyle cried out before he could stop it, and he almost did it again when Eric reached between their bodies to jerk him off. His hand flew over Kyle’s dick in a sweaty blur, and Kyle arched into the touch. With Eric’s hand wrapped around his red, swollen cock, his lips planting quivering kisses and groans that tremored in his throat, and his cock buried deep inside him, Kyle truly felt captured by Eric. And although he was gasping for sizzling, sultry air and his heart was hammering into his chest and begging for release, Kyle would rather die than be set free, for this to stop. He knew Eric was leading him to ecstatic, blissful relief, he needn’t bolt.
The springs of the mattress squeaked beneath them, and the headboard thudded against the wall, but Kyle and Eric were careful to keep their panting breaths, groans, and short, pleading cries quiet. Those tender noises were enamoured, tantalising secrets just for them. Kyle still had a fistful of Eric’s drenched hair, and he tugged at it so their lips would collide once more. Molten and crushed in a strong, deep kiss.
“I love you…” Eric groaned against Kyle’s lips.
Kyle nodded. “I love you too…”
Eric struggled to kiss Kyle as he neared his orgasm, eyes squeezed shut, and he was gasping and moaning into Kyle’s mouth. He thrust harder, fucking Kyle into the mattress when he came heavily. His parted lips were pressed against Kyle’s cheek when he cried out. Determined not to leave Kyle behind, he pumped his cock faster as he rode out his orgasm. He pressed his glistening, creased forehead to Kyle’s own, coaxing him to orgasm with dilated pupils. Kyle was beginning to ache from the weight of the pleasure he had been denied. It travelled up his balls and drew them tight. His cock was already strained and dribbling with pre-cum. He was hurtling towards a startling, powerful climax and he could hardly breathe as he tried to brace himself for it.
“Eric, Eric!” Kyle cried. “Aaah!”
Kyle threw his head back and raised his hips when he came. Cum landed on his glistening chest and spilled into Eric’s hand. They tried to catch their breaths, and Kyle moaned when he realised Eric was still shallowly thrusting into him. He soon pulled out and Kyle winced, opening his eyes and seeing Eric’s satisfied, wicked smile above him. The mattress shook underneath Kyle as Eric flopped down beside him, his sensitive cock twitching when he saw Eric lick the cum away from his fingers. Kyle felt his eyelids droop as he stared up at the ceiling, his swimming mind conjuring piercing, iridescent patterns in his vision. He didn’t realise Eric had rummaged around the nightstand until a box of tissues was offered to him. Kyle took them, cleaning himself off. He placed his used tissue on the nightstand and sank into Eric’s embrace. They laughed softly to themselves as they cuddled, both quivering and hot with sweat.
“Thank you,” Kyle murmured, nuzzling Eric’s chest. “I really needed that.”
When Eric placed a kiss in Kyle’s curls it was like the spell needed to return him to slumber. But Kyle heard mumbling, and footsteps coming down the hallway. A knock at the door made them jolt, and made Kyle’s heart deflate.
“Are you two awake in there?” Eric’s granddad asked.
“I made breakfast for everybody, poopsikins!”
“Come and open your presents!” Eric’s aunt chimed in.
“We’ll be down in a minute!” Eric replied.
“Are you sure, poopsikins? It’s gonna go cold!”
“Everybody else has opened theirs!”
Kyle heard Eric huff, his chest rising and falling beneath his head.
“Jesus Christ, can’t I cuddle my boyfriend for two God damn seconds in this house?!” he snapped.
Silence, and Kyle didn’t care how awkward it was when they were in each other’s arms. He nuzzled Eric’s chest again and buried his grin there.
“Language, Eric!” his granddad finally replied.
“Just come down when you’re ready!” his mom added.
They both listened intently to the stunned footsteps down the hall, and collapsed into mischievous chuckles. In years to come Kyle knew this moment may seem insignificant and childish, but it was yet another reminder that he and Eric would make a great team. Devoted and united, even against pesky relatives.
“You shouldn’t really blaspheme on Christmas,” Kyle pointed out. He couldn’t help but smirk.
“What the hell do you know, Jew?” he replied, before pressing his lips to Kyle’s again.
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