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Santa Sagey: A Landing Levi Bonus Scene

Santa Sagey

A Landing Levi Bonus Scene

Copyright: Jaclyn Quinn



“That’s the wrong hole, moron.”


Ford shifted to a kneeling position on the floor, narrowing his eyes at Burke. “I don’t need your help filling a hole, asswipe. And get those blasphemous socks outta here.” He shoved Burke’s feet off the coffee table while the rest of us laughed. 

Burke snorted, lifting one foot back onto the table with a thunk followed by the other as he crossed his legs at the ankles. Well Hung was printed on each sock with a picture of a Christmas stocking. “Now, now, Ford. There’s no reason to be upset just because your mom thinks these amazing socks fit me to a T.”


Ford gagged dramatically, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. “Oh god… Here it comes…  Sage”—gag—“ I hope you don’t”—another gag—love this rug.” Most dramatic gag in the history of gags.

“You puke on my expensive rug, Ford Ashton, and I will beat the holly right outta your jolly.”

“Damn, Levi. Your man’s a little scary.” Ford crawled away from Sage on said rug.


“You pronounced sexy wrong,” I wrapped my arms around Sage’s chest from behind. “And there’s nothing little about him.”

Sage grabbed my forearm and turned his head to give me a kiss. “You tell him, babe.” He looked back down at Ford. “Now, are you ready for some help? When I said I wanted to give this kitchen playset to my nutter butters for Christmas, I meant this year. You in tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Ford griped. “But, let the record show, I was more than willing and capable to do it on my own.”


Cole patted the top of Ford’s head. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy.” 


Ford turned to Noah and huffed incredulously. “You are hereby declared sole best friend.”


Noah squeezed his eyes shut and pumped his fist in the air. “Yes!” When his eyes popped back open, he looked at Ford with a cocked eyebrow. “So, how long should I wait to tell you it’s the wrong hole?”


Ford threw his hands in the air and groaned while we all howled with laughter. “I give up. Time for some more eggnog.” He pushed to his feet and grabbed his glass off the coffee table.


“Get me some, too!” Burked yelled, receiving Ford’s middle finger in response and more laughter.


I couldn’t ever remember being this happy in my life. I’d taken the biggest chance a few days ago at Vessels of Light, and boy did it pay off. Sage and I spent every available second together since. Seeing the way he fit in with my friends—my family—was the best Christmas gift I’d ever gotten.

“What are you thinking about?” I whispered in Sage’s ear. He turned in my arms, sliding his around my waist to pull me closer.

Heat flared in Sage’s eyes seconds before he smacked a kiss on my lips. “That we better hurry the fuck up on that kitchen because I have plans to unwrap something else tonight.” 

“I’m on it. That thing will be done in under an hour. Mark my words.” I kissed Sage’s forehead and moved him aside. I was a man on a mission because, holy shit, did I want to be unwrapped.


Fifty-five minutes later, I shoved my best friends out the front door, each of them laughing and teasing the two of us. Obviously, neither one of us gave a shit. I wanted alone time with my man. Tomorrow was going to be hectic with Sage’s family. When Sage had said he wanted to buy the playset for the kids, Billy only had one stipulation: “I don’t care as long as you keep that monstrosity at your house. Good luck with that, Uncle Sage.” She followed that up with a sisterly patronizing pat on his head. Billy and Scott planned to bring the kids over in the morning so they could see the kitchen set at Sage’s house. 

Right now? I had Sage all to myself.


“Finally!” Sage wrapped his arms around my neck, sealing his mouth over mine. He swept his tongue inside, owning me, before pulling away. Smacking one more kiss to my lips, he said, “How about we give each other one present tonight?”

“Can’t wait, huh?” I leaned in and nuzzled his neck, licking the spot right over his pulse.


“Don’t wanna wait anymore, for anything.”

I drew back to stare into those gorgeous blue eyes. “Me neither.” We’d waited long enough. Now, it was time to start living life to the fullest, together. I pecked his lips one more time then grabbed his hand and dragged him into the living room. “Me first. I’ve been dying to give you this since I found it.”

Pulling him down next to me on the floor, I reached under the lit up Christmas tree and grabbed a small box with gold wrapping paper. Sage took it from me and shook it next to his ear.

“Hey, that’s cheating.” I laughed, shoving his arm as I leaned back against the couch.

He scrunched his face up. “Feels too heavy to be diamonds.”

I snorted and shook my head. “Fuck, if you’re expecting diamonds, I’m in trouble.”

Sage climbed over my lap, straddling my thighs. He set the box down on the couch cushion behind my head, leaning in to cover my mouth with his own. I got lost in him all over again; it was impossible not to. When he broke the kiss, he whispered, “Even diamonds couldn’t make me happier than I am right now.”


Rather than getting choked up, making this an overly sappy and emotional moment, I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. 


Sage took the box off the couch and started to unwrap it. My smile grew bigger as he pulled the lid off. He took the jar out of the box and laughed, reading, “Me So Honey.” The play on words had made me laugh when I’d found the jar of honey online weeks ago. He was laughing harder than I thought he would, though. “Oh man, if I didn’t think we were perfect for each other before...” Sage reached over and picked up a red box, handing it to me. “Keep in mind, this wasn’t the gift I planned to give you tonight, so technically, I still have something else for you.”


“Okay, that sounds like you’re cheating again, but since I’m benefiting from it, I’ll allow it.” I’d never felt comfortable showing my true self except with my best friends. With Sage, I didn’t need to be anyone but me. I unwrapped the box, carefully trying not to rip the paper.


“Holy shit, please tell me that’s not how slow you’re gonna unwrap everything tonight.”


I shrugged. “We’ll see.” Finally, I opened it and busted out a laugh when I pulled the jar out. “Bone Suckin’ Sauce.”


Sage tilted his head, giving me a cocky look. “I mean, seriously. Am I right? What are the odds we both got sauces with tons of innuendo to put on our meat?” He leaned in and licked a stripe up over my lips.


“You put honey on meat?” Then the next thought registered, and I swore I felt my eyes bulging. “Wait, if you think you’re putting either one of those on my meat, you’re outta your mind.”


Sage started cracking up, his body shaking with laughter. “You should see your face right now!” 


I groaned. “Babe, if you don’t want this over before it begins, you need to stop rubbing all over my dick.”


He abruptly stopped moving. “You mean this?” He grabbed the couch, bracing each hand on either side of my head, and rocked his hips, pressing his cock against mine. “Don’t do this?” He did it again...and again...until finally I stuck my hand between his legs and covered his growing erection with my palm.


“You’re evil,” I rasped out, massaging his cock and balls to pull a moan from him.


Sage threw his head back, pushing his dick against my hand. “You love me this way.”


“Fuck, yeah, I do.” Jesus, it was incredible how easy it was to admit it. I loved him so fucking much. 


“Hold that thought…” Sage jumped up before I could stop him, pointing over his shoulder at me. “Stay there.” The longest few minutes of my life later, Sage walked back into the living room, empty handed and looking exactly as he had before he went into this bedroom.


“What did you just do?”


Sage took up residence again on my lap, his legs on either side or me. “Nothing. Where were we?” All it took was the grind of his cock against mine and I was immediately on the same page. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me, crashing my mouth against his. “Your other gift,” he mumbled against my mouth. “I didn’t give it to you yet.”


“It can wait, can’t it?” I lifted his shirt up and closed my mouth over his nipple.


“It—oh fuck. It can’t—” Sage pushed his fingers into my hair, holding my mouth against him. “Fuck it. Yeah, it can wait, if you hurry the hell up.” 


Wrapping my arm around his waist, I shifted him until he was stretched out on the floor beneath me. Damned if he didn’t look like the most amazing gift with the colorful, glowing lights from the tree reflected in his eyes. I couldn’t help but stare at what was mine, my eyes traveling over every inch of him.


“You gonna unwrap me, or what?” he said in a deep, impatient voice that shot straight to my dick.


“I sure am. Slowly, I’ve decided, tasting every inch of skin I reveal.” I leaned down, burrowing my face against his neck as I licked over his pulse once more.


“Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me,” Sage groaned as he tilted his head away and gave me more access to his neck.


I picked my head up and locked my gaze on his. “No. I’m gonna forking savor you, now quit complaining and let me feast.” 


“I’ve never been so turned on by food or utensils before in my life.”


Curling my lips in, I attempted to keep a serious face, but it was no use. I hung my head, cracking up while Sage giggle-snorted.


He pushed to a sitting position, making me sit up too, and yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it. Next he grabbed mine and shoved it up until I had no choice but to take it off. “Whoa...what happened to me savoring you dammit?”


Sage settled back on the carpet, taking me with him. “Levi Hansen, if you don’t hurry the fuck up and get me naked, we’re both gonna have a blue Christmas, and it sure as hell won’t be the one Elvis meant.” 


Okay, even I could admit I was moving too damn slow. I needed him naked and I needed it now. I shimmied down his legs and opened his tight jeans then yanked them. His whole body came with them, his arms flailing as he slid on the thin carpet toward me. Before I knew it, we were laughing again. 


You really are trying…” Sage yelled in between laughs, “to kill me!” 


“It’s not my fault your jeans are painted on!” I wiped the tears from my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm my laughter. Reaching down, I gripped his waist and lifted. “Stand up so I can peel these things off you.”


“Wow, now I really am the food. Banana, anyone?” Sage stood up, using one of my shoulders for purchase while I kneeled in front of him.


“Don’t mind if I do.” I got the jeans to his thighs, pressing my open mouth over his cock—and stopped. I stared at his underwear in confusion and licked his covered erection again. “What the hell’s going on with your dick?”


Sage worked his jeans completely off. Grabbing my chin so I’d look at him, he replied, “Why don’t you find out?”


Quickly, I pulled the waistband of his briefs out and down, releasing his— “Holy mother of… Best. Christmas. Ever.” I couldn’t take my eyes off the red silicone ring at the base of his cock, complete with a bow to match.


Sage’s eyes darkened as he kicked his underwear completely off. “I told Santa SageyI had another gift for you. Now do you see the hurry?” 


“Santa Sagey?” I repeated, my eyes focused on the present in front of me. I stared at his cock and licked my lips, my mouth salivating. 


“I said hurry, Levi.”


“Right! Right.” I shoved the remainder of my clothes off in record time. Sage watched with humor in his wide eyes, his mouth hanging open.


He yelped when I grabbed his arm and dragged him down to the floor. I was between his legs with his cock in my mouth within seconds. “Oh fuck.” Sage’s back arched off the floor, his hands sliding into my hair. Every glide of my mouth down his cock had the red bow brushing against my face—a reminder of all he was giving me. “Wait,” Sage said breathlessly, but his hands still held my head over his cock. “Jesus, you’re good at that.” I bobbed my head a few more times. “No, wait…wait…” I gave his incredibly hard cock one last suck and let it fall from my mouth. “I want you inside me when I come.”


“Hell yeah.” I licked the purple head of his stiff cock, then reached back under the tree next to the couch and came back with condoms and lube.


Sage laughed. “When did you put those there?”


“Earlier. I had visions of fucking you right next to the Christmas tree. I must be psychic or something.” I winked and he laughed harder.


“Or something…” He rolled his eyes, yelping again as I pulled him up and positioned him on his knees, facing the couch. “Keep tossing me around so you can have your wicked way with me, and…” he warned, his words trailing off when I spread his cheeks and buried my face in his ass, truly feasting on him. Sage pushed back against my mouth, little sounds releasing with each breath and swipe of my tongue. 


Pulling away, I spread lube on my fingers and began loosening his body for me. “And what?”


“What?” he breathed out in confusion, hanging his head as I pushed two fingers inside him and tapped his prostate.


I snorted and watched my man struggle to keep up with words while I played with him. “And you’ll what?”


“That was it. Carry on—oh fuck, Levi, I need you now.” Sage kept both hands on the couch, his body trembling. Which meant one of two things: He wanted to come hands free, or if he touched his dick right now, he’d come too early. I was hell bent on making only one of those options happen.


Quickly, I suited up and got my dick nice and slick. Then I was there, pressing the head of my cock against his hole. When I pushed into him, our groans combined and echoed around the room. 


“Hard and fast. Levi me like you’ve never Levi’d me before.” I snorted and pulled almost all the way out then snapped my hips forward, driving into him. “Yes!” Sage hung his head and whimpered.


He needed hard and fast and I was gonna give it to him. I pounded into him, pegging his prostate and fucking living for the high-pitched noises he was making. I could feel his hole tightening around me. No doubt, the cock ring was intensifying his building orgasm. My eyes crossed as I concentrated on making him come before I did. 


Sage cried out, his hole like a pulsing vise around me as he came so fucking hard his body jerked almost violently. He held onto the couch and flattened his back, hanging his head between his arms as his cock released without him even touching it. Finally, I let myself go, shouting as I thrust inside him and froze for half a second when the first of my load shot out. I pumped my hips, skin slapping skin, electric currents zapping throughout my body then out my dick in blinding pleasure. I felt the aftershocks twitching through Sage’s body slowing down. 


Reluctantly, when we were both wrung out, I pulled out, gripping the base of the condom. I fell to my back, Sage following and landing next to me, both of us completely exhausted and fucked out. He carefully worked the cock ring off, letting it fall beside him to the floor. Tying off the condom, I put it on the rug next to me, immediately huffing out a laugh.


“What?” Sage asked, turning his head to look at me. 


“You gonna beat the holly outta my jolly for putting the condom on your rug?”


Sage’s eyes lit up and he laughed with me. “There’s a puddle next to me where my dick shot off so hard I saw stars.”


“Damn, and here I thought getting the holly beat out of my jolly sounded fun.” I wiggled my eyebrows.


Sage leaned over me, his hand on my chest. “Dick the Halls? Let it Blow? Let it Blow? Let it Blow?”


We both looked at each other and busted out laughing. “I think the puns have snowballed into cheesy territory.” 


He moved in and kissed me, clearing my mind of any cheesy puns with every sweep of his tongue against mine. 


When he pulled back, he looked at me seriously, his fingers tracing a pattern on my chest. “I love you, so hear me out because I just really need you to know something.” 


“What?” My pulse raced as I waited.


“Baby, you can ring my Jingle Bells anytime, anywhere.” Sage wiggled his brows as he climbed on top of me, swallowing my laugh in a mind-bending kiss.


Merry Christmas to me.

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