Chapter 23
DISCLAIMER: However much I wish it was so, I do not own these characters. I'm going to simply let them play for a little bit and then put them back a little happier.
WARNING: Slash story - you have been informed!
A/N: Thank you to all Guest reviewers, your kind words are appreciated. I'm so sorry for the delay in posting! RL has been a nightmare, my hot water tank burst on Thanksgiving day and flooded my house and between cleaning up the water damage and then getting it fixed, I have not had time to write. I want to thank my regular readers who prodded me to get moving on this again. I've been a little depressed about the expense of the tank and repairs, I had not intended to gift myself and my family with a water tank for Christmas, because that's where all my Christmas money went, but I am grateful I had the means to repair it and get everything working again. So, pity party is over and I'm back in the groove. I hope you enjoy this next chapter, additional disclaimers are at the bottom - Enjoy! ;-)
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Carol Martin sighed as she closed the door behind her son George. He was taking the last of the food her mother had cooked to their church. Everything that they could fit into their own fridge and freezer had already been taken home and put away.
Poor George. She thought. He was close to his grandmother and had been upset when she had explained everything that had happened. He was a good boy though and very strong. She smiled to herself as she thought about how much he reminded her of her father. They would have been thick as thieves. A wave of regret washed over her as she thought of her father again. She had always wished that he had lived long enough to meet and get to know his grandson. George loved to hear stories about him from her and her mother, it was one of the reasons he was so close to his grandmother.
George would be back in about an hour, after dropping off the food and stopping at home to feed the cat and get some things to stay over here. Her mother had slept all day since Jethro and Tony had brought her home. She must have been cooking for a few days in between racing around town looking for Jackson and Sarah.
Carol frowned as she thought of all the havoc her mother had been causing without her knowledge. If she had paid more attention and visited more often, maybe this would not have happened. George usually stopped by at least once a week after school, but he had not been able to for the last few weeks. He had after school activities and sports practices and piano practices, so he had not been by. Carol thought that might be why George was so upset. He probably felt as guilty as she did for not being here when they were needed.
Carol sipped her coffee as she thought of the conversation she had with Dr Stevens earlier. She had called him to see if he had any ideas about where her mother could go or if he thought she would be alright here. She could move her mother over to her house or she and George could stay here, but Dr Stevens had thought she needed to be admitted to a facility for intense treatment, since she had proven herself incapable of self-restraint. He had called around and gotten her into a facility about forty-five minutes away. Although not happy, George had agreed that his grandmother needed help. Carol was keeping him home from school tomorrow so they could take her mother to the facility together. Dr. Stevens was going with them as the admitting physician. She just hoped things went as smoothly as the doctor assured her they would.
From everything she had heard about her mother fixating on Dr. Marbury, it had been like a switch was flipped. One minute she barely knew he existed and the next she couldn't live without him. The off switch was just as quick too. When Marbury had hastily closed his practice and moved out of town, her mother went back to her normal self without the need for professional help. Carol rubbed her hands up and down her own arms as a sudden chill wracked her body. If her mother was able to turn her crazy on and off so easily, it would be easy for her to hide it. She would have to contact some of her mother's friends tomorrow who had witnessed her episode with Dr. Marbury and get them to talk to the doctors at the facility.
She wondered again, as she had all day, if her mother had ever done anything like this when her father was alive. She could never remember anything like this happening when she was growing up, but she just might have not been paying attention. I mean, what kid notices stuff like that about their parents, especially if it never affected the kid? Going over memories of her childhood and her parents interactions, Carol could not find one single instance that made her wonder if her mother was hiding her inner stalker from her, but she wondered now.
Her mom had been surprisingly normal when she had gotten home right after the Dr. Marbury episode. So normal in fact, that she had begun to doubt the accounts of the episode her mother's friends had been telling her. If it had not been for that night…
Carol shook herself again and took another sip of her coffee, letting the flavor ease her and the warmth comfort her. Her mind wandered over the night, so long ago, when she had seen her mothers psychosis up close. When she had gotten home from college, her mother was surprised she was there, but happy to see her. She had quickly slipped back into parent mode and had set about fussing over her only child, making her favorite meals and generally doting on her.
Carol had all but decided to ignore the warnings from her mother's friends when she had gotten up late one night to use the bathroom. Hearing movement downstairs and seeing the lights on, Carol had gone down after doing her business and found her mother sitting at the dining room table, poring over pictures and papers that were spread all over it. Coming closer, Carol realized the pictures were all of Dr. Marbury, and many of them seemed to be taken when he had not been aware he was being observed.
She saw shots of him exiting and entering his office, his car, his home. The most disturbing, however, were the ones taken through the windows of his office or home, showing him consulting with patients or eating his dinner or sitting down reading a book, at all hours of the day, and night. The realization of how her mother had come into possession of those pictures slammed into her like a punch to the gut. Her mother had followed this man and watched him for days, no weeks on end, tracking him like a hunter with its prey.
Her mom's friends had told her how Dr. Marbury had tried to let her down easily, he was seeing someone else and was not interested, but she had not listened and had even intensified her campaign. There was a stack of pictures showing the doctor in a restaurant, eating with another woman, but Carol didn't know what the other woman looked like. Her mother had obliterated the other woman's face from each picture, using markers, scissors or just scratching the face out. She must have made some sort of shocked noise, because her mother became aware that she was standing there and looked up in surprise.
Their eyes had met and Carol had taken a step back when she saw the raw hatred in her eyes. Emily had not even registered her daughter coming into the room, so intent she was on gouging the face out of another picture of the doctor and his companion. Carol saw the change come over her mother as she finally realized what she had done and was still doing. Looking down at the photo she had been defacing, she had been horrified at her actions and even more so of her daughter's reaction to it.
Pushing the pictures away from her, as if they would bite, Emily had broken down and started to cry. Carol had quickly moved forward to embrace her mother and tell her it would all be alright. After a long crying jag, both women had gathered everything from the table, all the evidence of Emily's harassment of Dr. Marbury, and burned it in the fireplace. That was the point Carol had seen her mother flip the switch. She never again spoke of Dr. Marbury and appeared to resume her normal life. Carol had stayed home for a semester and watched her mother carefully, but she had not manifested one hint of the scary stranger Carol had come face to face with that night.
Carol had never seen that side of her mother again, so as the event faded into the past, so did Carol's fears. Although, she had not found a stash of photos of Jackson Gibbs in the house, she had no doubt her mother had slipped as far now as she had back then. Sitting at the kitchen table, Carol sipped her coffee and took in the silence of the house, broken only by the ticking of the mantle clock from the next room. Her own home was alive with the sounds of George talking on the phone, the TV or radio playing in the background or the cat talking her ear off. It was never this quiet.
George would be leaving for college in a few short years, so Carol had contemplated what her life would be like without him in it on a daily basis recently and her thoughts were not pleasant. George was her whole world since his father had died when her son was only eight months old. He had been shot during a robbery in the convenience store he worked at when they were living in New York. She had moved back home to Stillwater a few months later and had never left. She was a third grade teacher at the elementary school and was hoping the joy she derived from her job would help offset the loneliness she was sure to feel when George left. She didn't know how her mother could stand to live alone with the quiet for so many years, that may have contributed to her problems. She should have never moved into her own house after she had moved back here with George. They all would have benefited had she stayed, but being young and stubborn and wanting to prove she could take care of herself and George, she had foolishly moved them out on their own. She would have avoided a lot of trouble and alleviated her mother's desperate loneliness if she had only stayed right here.
Finishing her coffee, Carol looked around the small, neat kitchen and sighed deeply. She didn't know which version of her mother she was going to face when she woke up, but she hoped George's opinion of his grandmother was not shattered by what was coming in the next day or so. Carol sat quietly, listening to the clock tick in the silent house, waiting for her son to come back and her mother to awaken and her life to change again forever.
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Tony finished off his very tasty sandwich by licking his fingers. The patty melt he had just eaten at the diner in Bellamy, although messy, had been one of the best he had ever had. Jethro smiled indulgently at him from the other side of the booth, having already finished his own messy burger.
"Good, huh?" Jethro asked him with a smirk as he took another drink of his coffee.
"Mmm…Excellent! Although, there's something else I'd much rather be putting in my mouth right now." Tony replied seductively, making Jethro choke on the swallow of coffee he had just taken.
Tony laughed as Jethro blotted the coffee from his shirt front with a rueful smile. "I should have expected that when you started licking your fingers."
Tony chuckled again as he finished off his fries and drained his soda before replying in a low voice, "Hey, you're the one that owes me something in my mouth today, It's my job to remind you every so often!"
Jethro smiled as he shook his head, but his eyes were sparkling as he asked, "You finished yet? We have one more stop to make before we head back home."
"Yep!" Tony replied brightly. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see soon enough." Jethro replied, keeping Tony in suspense for just a little while longer as he threw some money down on the table and led the way back outside to their car.
"You know, I have to say you've got me intrigued. I'm having a hard time trying to figure out what store you want me to see." Tony fished as they got back into the car and buckled up. "Is there perhaps a Zegna outlet in this little town?" Tony asked with one eyebrow hopefully raised.
Jethro snorted out a laugh as he replied, "Hardly! You think the farmers wear designer duds on their tractors?" he teased.
"Well, I'm sure they dress up for church, it could be designer wear!" Tony pouted, with arms crossed as Jethro drove through the center of the town and turned left at the next intersection.
"Tony, the only designer wear worn around here is John Deere coveralls and maybe a Stetson if they have a little extra and that's for church! They only wear their one suit to funerals or weddings." Jethro advised him with a crooked smile.
"Humph! I thought all these little towns dressed for church! Heck, even I remember wearing a little suit every Sunday when my mom used to take me to church!" Tony protested.
"So did I, but times have changed. Jackson tells me they're lucky to get them into regular shoes in the summer at his church, they usually wear flip-flops!" Jethro informed him and chuckled at the look of horror on Tony's face. "Yeah, I agree. My mother always told me that good manners were a sign of respect. Showing up at church looking like you just rolled in off the beach is not respectful!"
Tony sighed while replying, "Yeah and the beach bums would say that it doesn't matter how they dress as long as they come. I blame this all on hippies." Tony muttered darkly.
Jethro burst out laughing as he pulled into the parking lot of a large store. "You sound like Cartman! Although, I'm not saying he doesn't have a point." he added thoughtfully.
"Jethro! You made a pop culture reference! You know that gets me hot, wanna skip this joint and go find a hideaway?" Tony purred as he ran his hand up and down Jethro's thigh.
"We could do that," Jethro replied huskily as he caressed Tony's cheek. "but are you sure you don't want to check this place out?" Jethro finished by tilting his head towards the store.
Tony turned to look at the store and Jethro was pleased to see his eyes widen in surprise and an excited grin break out on his face.
"Christmas Town!?" Tony exclaimed as he hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door. "No way! This place is huge!"
Jethro smiled as he exited the car, telling Tony as they walked towards the front door, "Biggest one in the state!" he boasted. "I think you'll like how they set it up."
Tony cocked his head sideways in puzzlement, but they had reached the doors so he shrugged as he pulled open the heavy wooden door and entered followed closely by Jethro. Jethro smiled when Tony stopped dead with his mouth open as he took in their surroundings. They were standing on a cobblestone path that wound its way out of sight through a snowy forest of decorated Christmas trees, heavily laden with ornaments and twinkle lights. Looking up, Tony saw a full-size Santa sleigh with reindeer, complete with Santa on the reins suspended from the black ceiling in the distance, like he was on his Christmas Eve flight.
Jethro pulled Tony to the side as the door burst open behind them and two small children ran inside and past them, followed closely by their parents. The four quickly disappeared around a bend in the path and their excited voices were quickly lost in the wintery forest. Tony felt a cool breeze blow past his face, scented with what he could almost positively identify as the smell of snow! He turned towards Jethro and hugged him tightly.
"This place is amazing! It actually smells like snow and it feels like we're in a winter forest!" Tony told him excitedly as he pulled back from the embrace.
"I know. Wait until you see the rest of it." Jethro told him smugly. Grabbing Tony's hand, he led them along the path through the trees and they soon came to another path leading off the main one. Jethro took the side path and a few turns later they came upon a log cabin nestled in the Christmas woods. Tony was stunned at the level of detail and let Jethro pull him towards the cabin. When they entered, they were greeted by a woman inside the front door, dressed in something Tony supposed Mrs. Claus would wear on the frontier and handing out Christmas cookies. They both took one and then wandered around the cabin, looking at all the ornaments and decorations that had a woodsy theme (bears and elk and pinecones) for sale.
Tony purchased an ornament that had a bear in a Santa hat sleeping in a chair by a fire. The bear reminded him of Jethro somehow, and he just liked it, so he bought it. Jethro chuckled when Tony excitedly discovered all purchases were wrapped up like a present and you got to choose between having a decorative box or Christmas gift bag. Tony's childlike delight in that simple touch reminded him again why he loved this man so much. After exiting the cabin, they made their way back to the main path and headed deeper into the store. Tony was amazed that they had come across quite a few people, but it was quiet, just like walking through a winter woods, all the sounds were hushed. They checked out a few other side paths, including one that was made up to look like The Nightmare Before Christmas where Tony bought a Jack and Zero ornament for Abby.
They eventually came to a large crossroads and Jethro took the left branch, hurrying Tony past the group of people who were congregated around the directional signs and debating which way they should go. Tony thought the sign for the path to the right said North Pole, but he wasn't able to see the sign for the path they were on and Jethro was not slowing down to let him read it.
"So, we're not going to the North Pole right now? Where does this one go?" Tony asked the older man as the voices at the crossroads quickly faded behind them.
"Couple more turns and you'll see." Jethro vaguely told him with a small smile.
The path widened out and became a country lane, the lighted Christmas trees turning into regular trees covered in snow in a winter scene. Tony heard the sound of rushing water and after the next turn they crossed a single lane steel bridge that looked oddly familiar. Tony glanced at the dark water rushing below and remarked how realistic it looked when something in his brain slotted into place. He stopped dead and looked back at the water and then at a small building on the other side of the bridge that could be a tollhouse and then he glanced further up the lane to see an old car (Model A maybe?) crashed into a large tree in front of a house. His mouth fell open and he turned to Jethro, who was smiling widely back at him.
"It's not!" He breathed.
"It is." Jethro smugly answered.
"How did they?…Why did they?…" Tony stuttered out.
Jethro laughed and pulled Tony to him, kissing his temple and propelling him along the lane again. "Built in the sixties, four brothers, it was their favorite movie. Their kids and grandkids love it too and kept it going and expanded on it. Everything we've seen so far, even the North Pole village where the kids see Santa are add-ons, this was always the main attraction." Jethro explained as they walked down the lane and into the outskirts of Bedford Falls.
Tony ran his hand lovingly over the old car crashed into the tree as they passed it and saw the pond where George and Harry crashed through the ice on their left. They soon came to Martini's Bar, a little further down on the left and almost directly on the right was Ma Bailey's boarding house. A few more steps brought them to the sign saying "You Are Now In Bedford Falls". Tony got chills as he took in the sight before him. The main street looked just like it did in the movie and he was about to walk right into it!
Jethro placed his hands on Tony's shoulders from behind, whispering in his ear, "All the buildings are real. They all used to have their own gift shops inside, but its all in one building now. You can still go inside and look around though. The Drug store has a working soda fountain counter inside that we can stop in on the way out." Tony turned to face him and hugged him tightly saying, "Thank you, I love you so much!"
Jethro chuckled as he returned the fierce hug, replying, "I know, I love you too, baby."
They walked down the center of the street, past old man Potter's bank, Gower's drugstore and of course, the Bailey Building and Loan. Tony's head swiveled from left to right, taking everything in, and Jethro was amused that his little surprise had left Tony speechless. The Granville house that George and Mary lived in was the gift shop for everything "It's A Wonderful Life" and Tony found his voice again as he dashed around the store, pointing out different elements of the movie and loading his basket with everything he wanted. Jethro stood back and watched fondly as Tony purchased two complete replicas of the town, in the form of a lighted Christmas village and had both shipped to the house in Stillwater tomorrow, along with everything else he had bought, he told Jethro he would take the village for their house in DC back with them. They spent nearly an hour just going through the store and Tony may have overspent a little, but Jethro knew he would before he brought him here, and it didn't matter, Tony deserved it.
After exiting the store and stopping so Tony could take pictures with his phone, Jethro led him back through the town to Gower's Drugs and on into the store. They sat at the counter and ordered ice cream. Tony, of course, having his with coconut on top. After finishing their treat, they explored some of the other buildings, taking many pictures before starting back on the path to the front door.
As they crossed the bridge over the fake rushing water again, Tony looked back one last time and sighed happily as he grabbed Jethro's hand and strolled back along the road with him. They had the path to themselves and soon the country road became cobblestones and the lighted trees began to appear until they were again in a lighted Christmas wonderland. Tony stopped and looked around to make sure they were alone before he pressed himself against Jethro and kissed him deeply.
When Tony pulled back from the kiss, he whispered in Jethro ear, "I think you've earned more than a blowjob love, I can't wait to get you back home!"
Jethro groaned at Tony's words and pulled back to look into Tony's face. He was pleased to see Tony's eyes glittering happily and a mischievous look on his beautiful face. He knew this place would be a big hit with Tony and he was more than willing to reap the rewards of his appreciation. Grabbing Tony's hand again, he pulled the laughing younger man down the path and out the front door again, rushing to get them both home.
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Jethro made the trip back to Stillwater in a little under an hour. The entire time shooting smoldering looks over at Tony who sat silently in the passenger seat wearing a contented, smug look. Accustomed to Jethro's driving, Tony was able to sit comfortably and think over the events of the day. It seemed like days ago that they had been sitting in Emily Rathburn's kitchen, discussing her psychosis with her upset daughter. Tony wondered how Carol was doing and hoped she was able to control her mother and get her help, because if she couldn't she was going to have two pissed off Federal agents doing the job for her!
Tony settled down further in his seat as the scenery whizzed by and he sighed, thinking about their visit to Yoder's Woodworking World and everything that had transpired after that. Tony squirmed in his seat as he recalled the feel of Jethro's mouth around his cock, Damn, Jethro had a talented mouth! Tony let his desire simmer, because he was preparing to ravage Jethro as soon as they got home. A small smile played on his face as he saw from the corner of his eye, Jethro throw him another heated look and speed up again slightly. He knew Jethro was keeping a tight lid on his own need and he also knew that control would be stripped away within minutes of their arrival at home.
Tony ran over their visit to Christmas Town in his mind and a contented smile took up residence on his face. That had been so perfect! He couldn't have asked for anything more. He would have to look it up online and read about the place some more. He was impressed with the entire facility, right down to the people who worked there. They were all dressed to fit in with whatever area they worked in. He had been doubly impressed with the workers in Bedford Falls, they all dressed like they had just stepped out of the forties, right down to their hairstyles and lingo! Tony had heard more 'swells' and 'Gee whiz, misters!' today than he had in the last year of watching old movies combined, and he loved it.
Tony fished out his phone and scrolled through some of the photos he had taken and stopped himself before sending any of them out to anyone. Christmas Town really had to be seen to be believed and he was looking forward to taking Abby, Ducky and Palmer there himself. He wanted to surprise them as much as Jethro had surprised him. His smile grew wider as he thought of their reactions and he realized Jethro had gotten as much out of their visit as he had. He also was looking forward to exploring the North Pole side of the place that they hadn't gotten to. He was sure it was as spectacular as everything else was and looked forward to checking it out with his friends.
He banished thoughts of Santa and elves as Jethro made a sharp turn and raced up their driveway as the last rays of sunlight filtered through the trees.
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Jethro quickly hopped out to open the barn door and when he did, Tony quickly secreted something they would need in his pocket. He had hidden a small tube of lube under the front passenger seat before they left this morning and he was now going to put it to good use. Jethro pulled the car inside and shut it down while Tony leisurely gathered the few bags they had and strolled out of the barn at a sedate pace.
He smothered a laugh as he watched Jethro almost hopping up and down with impatience as he finally cleared the door and waited with an amused smile as Jethro closed and re-locked the door before grabbing Tony's hand and almost dragging him towards the house. Tony allowed himself to be pulled along compliantly, leaving his bags on the kitchen island as Jethro hurried him past it, until they reached the hall just outside of the library door.
Tony dug in and halted their forward progress, pulling a startled Jethro back to him and then slammed the man against the wall, covering him with his own body and plundering his mouth in a sensual kiss. Jethro, initially shocked by the sudden attack, quickly got with the program and eagerly kissed Tony back, moaning into the younger man's mouth when he felt Tony's deft fingers undoing his jeans and pulling his hard cock out of them. Tony deepened the kiss as he played with Jethro's erection, managing to keep his lover off-balance with the speed and thoroughness of his attack.
Tony starting moving his hand up and down Jethro's velvety shaft as he continued his deep kisses and Jethro continued to moan into his mouth. Smiling a little, Tony decided it was time to put something else into his mouth, so he abruptly pulled out of the kiss and gracefully dropped to his knees, taking Jethro's hard length completely in, his throat closing around the shaft as he swallowed around it and causing Jethro's eyes to roll up in his head at the exquisite sensation.
Tony backed off a bit and quickly worked his mouth and tongue around the head of Jethro's cock, teasing the slit, before plunging completely down on it again to the sounds of panting from above. Jethro was close and Tony knew he would not last much longer as he plunged down once more and hummed in appreciation around the hard shaft, the vibrations driving Jethro insane, as he knew they would. Jethro grasped at Tony's shoulder and ran his other hand through Tony's hair, forcing himself not to pull on the silky strands or hold Tony's head down on his cock, his control was tenuous, but it was always there when it concerned Tony. Tony's hands where also holding Jethro's hips against the wall in a vice grip that would leave bruises, so that Jethro did not lose it and thrust up, giving more than Tony was able to take.
Tony heard that certain cry of desperation coming from Jethro and felt the shaft in his mouth thicken, so he quickly backed off when he felt the first splashes of Jethro's come in his mouth. Tony swallowed quickly and used his considerable skills to milk everything out of Jethro that he could. He allowed his mouth to fill up with the last of Jethro's orgasm and his cheeks puffed out as he savored the taste that only belonged to Jethro. Pulling his mouth off of the softening member, Tony swallowed the last of Jethro's come, but intentionally let a small dribble of it run down his chin. Standing up, Tony was grinning like the Cheshire cat as he waited for Jethro to come down from his orgasmic high, enough to open his eyes.
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Jethro was flying.
Tony knew exactly what he liked and Tony never disappointed. Jethro had come so hard, he was sure he blacked out briefly, it was that good. Jethro's haze cleared and he again became aware of the wall behind his back and the feeling of a warm body braced against his and strong arms supporting him.
His eyes still closed, Jethro smiled lazily and said, "Wow, I guess you really liked Christmas Town!"
His smile became wider when he heard Tony chuckle and respond, "Oh, you have no idea how much I liked it, but I'm about to show you again." Tony's voice had taken on a seductive tone near the end and it sent a shiver through Jethro.
Jethro was preparing to tease him about what Tony had planned for 'Show and Tell' when he opened his eyes and his pupils again dilated in arousal, his sated cock also twitching in response to the sight before him. Tony stood directly in front of him, eyes sparkling, hair mussed gorgeously from Jethro's hands running through it, his lips, kiss and cock swollen, and a trickle of his come running down his chin.
Tony had done that on purpose. He knew Jethro was incredibly turned on seeing his come painted on Tony. He dove forward and licked up the trail of come and then plundered Tony's mouth, reveling in the mingled taste of Tony and himself that he couldn't get enough of. He felt himself stirring to life again as Tony pulled away and steered him into the library.
Once inside the room, he led Jethro over to the desk and bent him face-down over it. Jethro moaned and wiggled his hips as Tony stripped Jethro's pants and shoes all the way off, his t-shirt pushed up so he was completely exposed. Jethro loved this and it turned him on even more when he felt Tony placing gentle kisses to each ass cheek, that were still tender, before pushing lubed fingers inside of him to stretch him out. He wasn't surprised Tony had the lube ready, the man was a master of anticipation.
It only took a few minutes for Tony to stretch him out and he moaned at the loss when Tony pulled his fingers out. His moans turned to gasps of pleasure when he felt Tony's large cock pushing in and filling him up. Tony caressed his back and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Are you ready love?" When Jethro responded with a breathy, "Yes!" Tony replied, saying "Then hold on!"
Tony pulled back, nearly all the way out before pistoning his hips forward again, driving deep inside Jethro and scraping his prostate on the thrust back in. Jethro screamed out in pleasure and Tony chuckled before doing it again, and again, and again.
Tony set a blistering pace and both men knew it would not last long. Jethro's hard again cock, was rubbing on the top of the desk and leaking onto it, ready to pop again. Jethro was aware of Tony's steady litany of 'Baby, you're so hot, I love you so much' and 'That's it! Fuck yourself on my hard cock!' when Jethro started pushing back to get more of Tony inside of him.
Tony's words and his deep thrusts soon had them teetering on the edge and Tony saying "Come for me baby, Oh, I love fucking your gorgeous ass!" pushed them both over. Jethro came with a loud roar, spurting on the desk he was bent over. Tony pushed all the way in and came with a growl, Jethro milking him internally before he collapsed forward onto Jethro's back, both men breathing heavily and coming back down from their vigorous lovemaking.
So wrapped up in each other, they were unaware of anything else until they both heard a female voice say, "Oh, my!"
Tony stood up quickly and both of their heads snapped up to look over at the door, seeing a smirking Sarah Colfax standing there. Both men quickly scrambled to cover themselves with anything, Jethro grabbing the blotter off the desk and Tony snagging a cushion from a nearby chair, covering most of their naughty bits, as Jackson walked up next to Sarah, asking "Have you boys eaten yet?"
Initially shocked at what they had walked in on, Jackson took in Sarah's amused expression and started to laugh, saying 'Well I guess you have!"
An annoyed "DAD!" from a beet-red Jethro and a muttered, "Oh my God." from an equally embarrassed Tony, who hid his face in Jethro's shoulder, set both of the older couple laughing harder, much to the everlasting embarrassment of the two men. Sarah shooed Jackson back out the door and closed it behind them, but not before throwing a wink at the two men, leaving them to get dressed again in private.
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TBC…
Additional disclaimers: I do not own, nor am I profiting from anything related to John Deere, Stetson, South Park, Doctor Who, "It's A Wonderful Life", "The Nightmare Before Christmas", "Alice In Wonderland" or any other movie or television show that might have been mentioned in the proceeding. Christmas Town is not real, although I wish it was, wouldn't it be fun to go through? It was loosely based on a store in Ashtabula, Ohio called Christmas World. While the store used to have a Wonderland Walk, a very little like my store, it closed that portion years ago. It also does have an "It's A Wonderful Life" room, but it's just the lighted Bedford Falls miniature village and accompanying products to buy, nothing this elaborate. OH! Virtual Christmas cookies to anyone who can identify the hidden movie reference above - Hint: It's not from any of the movies I just listed ;-)