Guest Blog by Jaxx Steele

Hector had chosen Christmas time for his young lover, Chad, to meet his best friends for the first time. Christmas Eve dinner went well and Chad felt he had made a group of new friends. To celebrate New Year’s Eve Chad made special plans for him and Hector, but will the impromptu appearance by their friends threatened to ruin his big surprise?

Greetings readers!

Jaxx Steele is here wishing you happy holidays and to share with you my love for older men! Of my 3 Christmas stories available for your reading pleasure, this blog will focus on Hosting for the Holidays, which is available tomorrow, December 23.

I have always adored older men. You know the ones I’m talking about. The men that are aging like fine wine. Getting sexier as time passes. The Sean Connerys, Mark Harmons, Samuel Jacksons, Denzel Washingtons, Antonio Banderases and one of my favorites, the late Ricardo Montalbans of the world.

Disclaimer: These are the personal opinions of Jaxx Steele and not necessarily shared by the good people at Make the Yuletide Gay!

There! Now, that the legalities have been observed…. The physical beauty of a young man is surely one of his prize possessions. I mean, who doesn’t walk along the beach just to see those lovely hard bodies, burned to a golden glow by the sun, glistening with a sheen of perspiration, flexing beautifully in the bright July heat?

0-0 *ahem* Sorry about that. I got lost in the visual of all that and lost my train of thought.

Now where was I? Oh yes…as I was saying. That’s all good, but it takes more than a pretty face, doesn’t it? I am not trying to bash younger men, but if physical beauty fades with time and that’s all you have, well…

An older man who is healthy in mind and conscious of his physical health can be just as visually beautiful! Father Time has been kind to his body because he remains active. He may not possess that six pack he used to at twenty five, but as he hovers around fifty he is in good shape and shows appreciation for your six pack! And Lordy! Let’s not forget there are still a few out there who do have the body they had at twenty five! He appreciates the days he has and lives them to the fullest. His graying hair looks distinguished on him and ups his sexiness tenfold.

I also love the fact that he is confident about who he is. Educated, intelligent and worldly is a major turn on! He has no problem teaching you what he knows and welcomes the challenge of learning new things from you. Ahhh, yes, what can I say? I love them.

Hosting for the Holidays starts at Christmas and ends on New Year’s night. It is a May-December romance that shows love and compatibility can happen no matter what your age is. Here’s a peek. Enjoy!

Excerpt

Chad smiled. “Well, you can start taking these bowls out to the table. I thought since it would be so many of us we could eat family style.”

“An excellent idea, Chad. You are as smart as you are handsome,” he praised taking the bowl. Hector gave him another kiss before exiting the kitchen.

Moments later the table displayed large bowls of mashed sweet potatoes, green beans, glazed carrots and a platter of ham. Hector gave Chad a hug around the shoulder as he looked upon it.

“Beautiful,” he murmured then looked up at the sound of the door bell. Chad turned wide eyes filled with panic to him, but Hector greeted it with a bright smile.

“Let’s get this party started!” he said and pulled Chad toward the door.

****

For a while the only thing that could be heard was the murmurs of consuming food and the soft thud of glasses being lifted and returned to the covered table. Chad eyes glanced around at the couples and hoped no one was just eating the food so he wouldn’t feel bad. He muffled a sigh and turned back to his plate.

“The table looks absolutely beautiful, Chad. I feel like I should be photographing it for my students,” one of the guests said on a laugh.

Chad hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until he exhaled with relief.

“Thank you, Dominic,” he said beaming. “Hector told me that you were a photography teacher at the college? Do you like it?”

“I love it. The good thing about teaching an elective is that your students want to be there,” he explained with a laugh pointing his fork toward him.

Chad chuckled. “Yes, I know that very well.”

When Chad glanced around the table again most of the food was gone and the faces of his guests looked satisfied and happy. Hector’s hand suddenly brushed across his thigh making him jump. It moved slowly his fingers grazed the inside of Chad’s leg moving higher to grope across is growing erection. A tremor of sensation ran up and down his spine causing him to gasp.

“Excellent meal, Chad. You really have a gift,” Spencer said leaning back in his chair rubbing his belly.

Chad was slow to respond. He was afraid if he spoke too soon moans would escape instead of words. After a few deep breaths he looked down the table with his best smile in place.

“Thanks Spencer. I’m actually in school to be a chef. One day I’d like to have my own restaurant.”

“A chef! I knew there was no way Hector helped with the food,” Marvin said at the end of the table.

“Hey! I recent that. I did so help,” Hector said.

The look on Marvin’s face said he didn’t believe him. He leaned across the table and pointed accusingly at him.

“Come on, man. You can’t make a peanut butter and jelly taste good,” Marvin said told him with a laughing grin. “What did you do? Bring the plates to the table?”

The men raised their voices in laughter.

“Hey, that’s still helping,” Hector said unable to hold back his own laughter.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, I will definitely be at Chad’s restaurant if he’s doing the cooking,” Spencer promised raising in glass in a mock toast. “You can take that to the bank,” he added with a boisterous voice.

“Thanks, Spencer. You know I may hold you to that,” Chad said playfully.

“I think we all will, Chad. Dinner was wonderful,” Bradley added from the opposite side of him. “You’ve done well with young Chad here, Hector.”

Hector leaned over and gave Chad’s cock a squeeze. “Yeah, I know. I’m very lucky.”

“Absolutely, Brad. I agree. Chad is handsome, intelligent and gifted in the kitchen,” Tim chimed in.

“Bet that’s not the only talent he has, eh, Hector?” Brad announced in his loud voice as he beat the table.

Once again the laughter rose around the table and the heat rose on Chad’s cheeks.

“It seems we have taken a shine to you, Chad,” Marvin said raising his glass. “What do you think of Chad, hon?”

Richie held his finger up as he chewed the last piece of ham on his plate then washed it down with his drink. “I am in total agreement with you guys. Do you like sports, Chad?”

“Uh, yeah. I like basketball.”

“My job gives us a few tickets to all the basketball and the football home games to build moral. Dominic, Tim and I usually go when we can. You can come hang with us if you want when we go again.”

Chad’s shock showed on his face. “Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, Richie.”

Richie waved away his thanks then lifted his drink again. “I think we can be good friends…and I won’t even hold your choice of companionship against you.”

Friendly laughter erupted along the table at Hector’s expense. Chad joined in. It pleased him to see amusement in Hector’s eyes when he looked down the table at his friends. He felt more relaxed and was glad that Hector’s friends were making an effort to befriend him.

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny. I’m sure you guys have only just begun to bend my sweet Chad’s ear with your individual stories of something crazy that I have done. Why don’t I just get us another bottle of wine so that the roasting can commence,” Hector said good naturedly.

“Yeah, why don’t you just do that,” Spencer said giving him the thumbs up.

“Best idea he’s had in a long time, I’d say,” Brad added.

“And make it quick, too!” came Tim’s taunt and the laughter resumed.

Hector chuckled then leaned over to kiss Chad firmly on the mouth.

“Don’t believe a word they say,” he whispered loud enough for his friends to hear.

“Aww, don’t be telling him that, amigo,” Dominic called out as Hector moved toward the swinging kitchen door. “You better believe everything we say, Chad. We know all his secrets…especial the stuff he would rather forget,” he added with a wink.

“You do, huh? Well, I’m all ears guys,” Chad said with a grin.

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Guest Blog by Sloan Parker

A friends-to-lovers holiday story

Aspiring television writer Evan Walker has been in love with his best friend since high school, but Kyle doesn’t do boyfriends. Never has. Never will. Evan knows it’s a bad idea to give in to desire when he wants more than a friend with benefits. He has a new dream job. Now all he needs is the dream partner.

Kyle Bennett is a mystery novelist with a severe case of writer’s block. He needs a change. He has three days on their cross-country train trip home for the holidays to figure out how to tell Evan he’s staying there for good. He also has to write the overdue pages for his editor. Only, he’s a little too distracted by the close quarters in their sleeper compartment—and Evan’s ass—to get much done.

The sparks that fly between them are hotter than ever. Good thing they have a real-life mystery to focus on: why people all around them, including Evan’s new boss, want to get their hands on a journal that once belonged to Kyle’s grandfather.

When a blizzard traps them in the mountains, Kyle and Evan steam up the train’s windows and must finally face their true desires.

Excerpt

“Wow.” Kyle flipped through the tickets for their connecting train in Chicago that would take them on to Ohio and the ones for the trip back to California. Did he notice they only had the one room? It seemed silly for them not to share. And the tickets weren’t cheap. “This is great, Ev. Thank you.” Kyle looked…relaxed, happy. Not stressed like when Evan had walked in earlier.

Now wasn’t the right time to ask him about the journal. It could wait. At least until Kyle started writing again. At least until he finished the five chapters he needed to send to his editor. Hastings expected an answer by the first of the year. That was two weeks away.

Kyle was examining the map in more detail. Evan reached for his tickets. While Kyle wrote, he could work on the script ideas he wanted to pitch to the writers’ room after he’d gotten his feet wet. That was if he still had the job.

“This is really cool, Ev.”

That had Evan smiling. He wouldn’t let Hastings or the uncertainty of his future ruin their trip.

“Hey.” Kyle faced him and leaned his arm on the back of the couch, resting his temple against his closed fist. “You’re doing a lot more smiling today than you have in a long time.”

“It’s almost Christmas.”

“It is.” Kyle’s eyes crinkled up at the corners as his smile widened. “And you’ve been a good boy?”

Evan loved this playful side of Kyle. He hadn’t been like this when Evan had first moved in. It was like Kyle was worried Evan was too fragile. And that pissed him off. So he’d gotten dumped by the person he thought he was going to spend his life with. People got over that. Didn’t they? He wasn’t the same weak kid who’d been used and rejected over and over.

Then what was he so afraid would happen if he and Kyle gave in and slept together?

He folded the brochure, needing to do something with his hands. “I have been very, very good.”

“Yeah, you have.” Kyle’s voice was lower, deeper, sexier than a moment before, if that was possible. “What do you think good boys get in their stockings?”

“Um…” Evan sat back and pressed his index finger to his lips. “Porn. Really, really good porn.”

Kyle huffed out a laugh. “That can be arranged.”

“Well, you’re the expert.”

It was an old joke from college. They’d had a fight one night when Evan had told Kyle he was sleeping around so much he might as well have done porn and gotten paid for it. Kyle hadn’t been offended. He’d turned it into a joke, one they revisited from time to time.

Kyle said, “You just want me to teach you the industry secrets.”

“Ha. What secrets do you know that I don’t?”

Kyle slowly leaned in until his chest touched Evan’s shoulder and their mouths almost came together. Evan’s breath caught in a rush. In an instant, he was back in that motel room, Kyle on top of him, Kyle’s mouth on his.

“It’s not something I can tell you,” Kyle said. “You have to experience it.” He licked his lower lip in an exaggerated move.

Evan could not stop watching that mouth, the moisture left behind by the swipe of Kyle’s tongue. He wanted to lean in and follow the action with his own tongue. His breathing picked up, and his cock responded. The intense way Kyle watched him was unnerving. Like Evan was the only opportunity he’d had to fuck anyone in weeks.

Which was odd. Kyle had never experienced a lack in that department. How long had it been since he’d hooked up with anyone? Without a thought on what he was doing, Evan raised his hand and ran his thumb over Kyle’s lower lip liked he’d done in Miguel’s office earlier.

No shocked reaction this time. Instead, Kyle drew his eyebrows up in a questioning stare. “Frosting?”

Evan couldn’t speak. He shook his head. He longed to shove Kyle backward, straddle him, and kiss him with a fierceness–a possessiveness–that scared Evan in its intensity. He wanted to grind their bodies together, press Kyle into the couch, until they were panting and writhing, until they came so hard they’d be unable to move. They’d fall asleep right there, his body draped over Kyle’s.

Just kiss him.

No. It would never be just a kiss. Just another fuck. Not for Evan. He’d probably end up confessing what he felt for Kyle. Then what? How awkward and fucked-up would their friendship get after that?

“I can’t.” He dropped his hand.

“It’s okay, Ev.” Kyle eased back to his former location on the couch. He focused on the tickets again. “Thanks for this. I think it’ll help.”

“You’re welcome.” Evan squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath. He opened his eyes and nudged Kyle’s shoulder with his own. “It’ll be fun. Our last trip before you move.”

Kyle started to say something, but Evan turned away. He didn’t want to hear anything more about Kyle leaving California. Didn’t want to think about what it would be like not to see each other all the time, not to hang out together.

He stood and picked up his plate. “I’m going for a run. I’ll let you get more staring at your computer done.”

“Thanks.” The frustrated expression was back as Kyle rested his head on the couch behind him and stared at the ceiling.

“You’ll come up with some great stuff on the train. You’ll see.”

There was that serious, intense look again as Kyle glanced at him. Could there be something to it? Something more than desire? Evan left the room before he did something stupid and asked what it meant. He headed down the hall to Kyle’s spare bedroom, closed the door, and leaned against it.

Why had he touched Kyle again?

Because a part of him would always love Kyle, would always imagine what it would be like to have all of him.

He pushed away from the door and undressed. He was not going there again. He slipped on his shorts and T-shirt, headed into the hall, and stopped at the apartment door. “I’ll be back in an hour.” When Kyle didn’t say anything, Evan faced him.

Kyle was staring at Evan’s crotch, breathing hard, his mouth hanging open. Had he been checking out his ass? He finally lifted his head and met Evan’s stare. Those serious dark eyes did shit to his willpower.

There was no denying it. He could have Kyle if he wanted. For one night.

He turned away and fumbled with the door handle, then left the apartment before he lost all reason.

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