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This story is a sequel to: Sweet Saint Nick

"Ow!"

"Be still, you ninny."

"Owowowowow!"

Simon swung his leg across the bed and placed his weight on Brian's lower body.

"If you want me to do this, you have to be still."

"Easy for you to say!" Rafe growled.

Simon continued in his task, tsking outloud and shaking his head in disbelief. "Brian? You do realize you're a grown man and thus, should act in a grown up manner?"

"You trying to make a point here, oh wise one?"

Simon cuffed his lover's head lightly. "You do task me, Brian Rafe."

"I task you? You're not the one with his..."

Simon leaned down and kissed Brian. "That's cause I, obviously, have a little bit more sense than some people I know and love."

Rafe rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath. "Didn't hear no protest when you first saw my present."

The black police captain chuckled. "That's cause I was in total shock."

Rafe wiggled slightly at his lover's touch. "You mean you didn't like it?"

Simon traced a finger over the smaller man's naked flesh. "I liked it plenty, Tiger. Right up 'til when you started screaming."

"I didn't know that was gonna happen," Rafe huffed. "Blair didn't tell me about...."

"This was Blair's_ idea?" Simon bellowed. "Have you lost your mind? You let _Sandburg talk you into this?"

Rafe had the decency to blush with embarrassment. "I thought it would be a cool idea for our New Year's tradition."

Simon stared at his lover's blistered butt. "You thought sticking a live sparkler in your ass was a cool idea? I'm taking you and Blair in for a mental exam."

The big man lowered his head and tenderly pressed his lips to the reddened skin of Brian's rump, soothing each sore spot with a kiss. "I do so appreciate your enthusiasm, Tiger."

Rafe moaned when Simon's tongue slid across his hole. "Ummm... good! Wait 'til you see what I got planned for Valentine's Day."

End A Glowing Tradition by Angelise: angelise7@hotmail.com

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