“Wait. One thing before we do this.”
“What?” His cock ached, and his skin was tender to the touch. All he wanted was to shed his clothes, then Tre’s, and entwine their bodies together. Then it hit him what Tre probably meant. “Oh. I put the lube in the outside pocket. But we don’t need that yet, do we?”
Tre smiled. “No, not lube. Christmas presents.”
It was Michael’s turn to smile. “You didn’t seem all that interested in presents when we were at my parents’.” He sat up and stretched for his duffle. “So you think you’ve been good enough this year not to get a lump of coal?”
“Yes, but only barely.” Tre sat beside him, their thighs touching. “Did you get me something better than a lump of coal?”
Unzipping the side pocket, he pulled out the two presents he’d brought with him. Both were in similar boxes, long and flat, with red ribbons binding them shut. Michael passed the thicker over first. He held his breath while Tre pulled at the ribbon and opened the lid.